Evil disciple, let go of the back of your teacher's neck!

Leaving aside the rumors, Feng Linqing's son Litian did a really good job. The sage was very rewarding and gave him a double salary of food and prince. The annual salary alone was as high as [-] shi. What caught people's attention was that Emperor Longkang also handed over the jurisdiction of the forbidden guards to Feng Lin.

You must know that the guards in the forbidden center shoulder the responsibility of guarding the guards, and non-humorous confidantes are not competent. According to the rules of the Great Yan, the jurisdiction of the guards is used to be in the hands of the master of the East Palace.The sage had this decree, and the courtiers inevitably had different speculations about the matter of opposing the Chu. Feng Lin was undoubtedly the hottest candidate for the position of Chu Er.

As soon as the news got out, Prince Yan's Mansion became the focus of the whole capital overnight, and the people who came to pay their respects were like crucian carp crossing the river, almost never breaking the gate of the Palace.What's more, imitating the style of the ice man in the shop, the thorn card contains the date of birth of the daughter of the boudoir, showing her hatred for marriage.

Feng Lin turned a blind eye to this, and these thorns became Huaiying's belly.Li Lu's reputation has been well known, Feng Lin's face is as usual, but there is something else on his mind——

After several days passed, the staff of the Yan Mansion seemed to have evaporated, and Jin Yiwei searched the streets and alleys of the city, but found nothing.

There was always a doubt in Feng Lin's heart.

What kind of virtue is Yan Mo? He had already experienced it when he was in Jiangning.Ordinarily, the rumors in the capital clearly exposed the shortcomings of the husband, but the real intention was to drag himself into trouble.The one surnamed Yan didn't have the guts, and with his unprofitable style of doing things early, there was no need for that.

Feng Lin knew very well that there was a lot of inside information about this matter, and the only way to know the truth was when the suspect was arrested.However, it was hard to find the staff of the Yan Mansion, but there was news of a leak from the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

"Where is sir?"

When the people from Yanwang Mansion arrived, the fire in the mansion had been extinguished.Feng Lin's face was cold, and he strode into the courtyard. Before he could take off the jade crown, it was obvious that Mian Sheng had returned.

Chen Li, who had arrived half a stick earlier than him, ordered people to put out the fire. His face was covered in ashes, and he opened his mouth, coughing and choking from the burnt smell in the air.

"The back, the back hall, people are fine, cough cough, but still fainted."

How can you get dizzy if you have nothing to do?Feng Lin thought that literati's words are sticky, and asked as they walked, "Have you asked the imperial physician yet?"

"Rumors are spreading, and senior brother is standing on the cusp of the storm. It's really not appropriate to make too many moves..." Feng Lin stopped, and with a look at him, Chen Li hurriedly said, "Commander Yang said, it's just inhalation. Smoke and dust, just fell into a coma for a while."

Feng Lin didn't look sideways, and didn't know when the robe was stained with dust.When he entered the room, Yang Dazhi was pacing outside, and cupped his hands when he heard the sound: "My lord."

Feng Lin raised his hand to stop him, walked straight to the Canglang couch, pulled one leg away, and knelt down on one knee near the husband.

The residual heat from the fire never dissipated. Jinyiwei’s yells to clean up the fire site rose and fell from time to time.Cang Lang was still restless in his sleep, his fingers unconsciously gripped the bamboo strips under his body, and suddenly lifted them up, and Feng Lin took them all into his palm.

"Fire, it's on fire!" His ramblings revealed a trace of despair in panic, he couldn't tell whether what he saw in his dream was the dangerous situation today, or the besieged people in the Qin'an Tower three years ago.

With the commotion around, Feng Lin leaned forward, stroked Cang Lang's cheek with cold fingers, and approached with a low voice: "Sir, don't be alarmed, Ah Lin is here."

That year, the wind in Qin'an City Tower was too strong, and he tried his best to let his husband hear the roar, but today he spoke at a leisurely pace.Cang Lang seemed to feel something, and the anxiety on his forehead was gradually smoothed away by the hard touch, and he rubbed tiredly.

"Sir, it's not that he inhaled too much fire smoke, but that he was given sweat medicine." Yang Dazhi stood behind him at some point and said softly.

Feng Lin was immediately vigilant, followed his gaze and turned to Chen Li who was running outside the door, and understood his scruples in a short look back.

"Close the door and talk."

After a while, when people went to the empty house, Yang Dazhi bowed his head and said: "The fire started strangely. We found saltpeter to support the combustion and a wet handkerchief soaked in sweat medicine. It is believed that someone deliberately confused Mr. Dizzy and trapped in the duty room, so as to make the illusion that escape is impossible."

Feng Lin's expression didn't change when he heard this, but his eyes seemed to be covered with three feet of frost, "Mr. shouldn't be on duty today, why did he come to the Metropolitan Inspection Institute?"

Yang Dazhi said: "The humble officer asked Huang Ku's boy, sir, he came here to investigate the closure of the Fujian merchant's bank during the Jiangning business war. The scene was in a mess, and Jin Yiwei did not find any files related to this case. "

That was a few days ago, and hundreds of ticket offices were seized for no reason, which almost caused Feng Lin to fall short in the confrontation with the seven major merchants.Although it was later confirmed that it was Yan Mo who tipped the news, Cang Lang felt the same doubts as Feng Lin in his heart. With Yan's own strength, he might not be able to stir up such a big storm.

There are people in the court to help him.

This is almost inseparable.

As the candlelight dimmed, Feng Lin saw that Cang Lang had slept soundly, and still clasped his hands together, and said coldly: "The original document has been destroyed, Jin Yiwei must have a way to follow the vine."

Yang Dazhi seemed to have been prepared for a long time, took out two pages of paper from the lapel of the flying fish suit, and held them to Feng Lin with both hands: "I burned the yellow scroll, but the cabinet's bill is still there, and there is an official seal stamped by Mr. Shoufu himself on it. It's just that this document could not be presented to the imperial court, because the sage's body was not in good condition in those few days, and all non-military and political matters below the state capital were handled by Huang Daban on his behalf."

"What do you mean," Feng Lin stared at him, and suddenly became angry, "Hu Jingzhai was afraid of the incident, so he killed him...... He is the most respected teacher of the master!"

Silence spread endlessly, there was no leak in the house, only the sound of water dripping from the eaves could be heard counting Jintang Yeyong in an orderly manner.Feng Lin squeezed the paper ticket, feeling faintly that something was wrong.

Tiqi didn't expect King Yan to be there before he plunged in, so he was taken aback for a moment, then quickly walked three or two steps and fell to his knees: "See Your Highness!"

Feng Lin frowned slightly, feeling that this person was extremely annoying, so he didn't cry out, just looked at Yang Dazhi and said: "As a Jinyiwei, it's your negligence as the leader to be so reckless."

Without waiting for Yang Dazhi to plead guilty, Tiqi straightened his body a little, and boldly said: "This subordinate is abrupt, and he just came here to report to His Highness because of an urgent military matter. The staff member has been found."

The candle wick jumped down suddenly, and the shadow cast on the partition slanted for a moment, Yang Dazhi hurriedly closed the door.

After leaving the courtyard, Tiqi followed behind and asked in a very low voice: "My lord, don't you need to send someone to watch outside?"

"Staring too closely will make people suspicious," Yang Dazhi stepped down a few steps, casually kicking away a scorched object that looked like a sparrow, "Anyway, King Yan already believed that Hu Jingzhai did not hesitate to kill Mr. Hu Jingzhai in order to cover up the banning of Fujian merchants. This one crime is enough to make them irreconcilable."

Xiao Ming Jie Jie, the sound is like a ghost crying.

Yang Dazhi looked away indifferently, turning a deaf ear to the sadness in his ears, and asked, "Has the person been dealt with?"

"Don't worry, my lord. That man has been in prison for a few days, and he was scared to death. He will agree to everything. According to my lord's instructions, I ordered him to write the secret letter in the handwriting of Jiang Ning's Yan Zhifu. Afterwards, they were taken to a mass grave outside the city, where they dug a pit and buried them."

"What about the letter?"

Ti Qi hurriedly said: "Of course they were thrown in together. The subordinate also purposely placed two large stones on the place where the corpse was buried, so as to make it easy to identify, and also because they are afraid that the beasts on the mountain will snatch the corpse."

The dead soul in Shizhen also had the intention of cursing him never to be reborn. Yang Dazhi sighed: "If Yan Mo was not stupid, he would have listened to our words so easily. This person would not have been sent to the door by mistake, and became a ghost in Muxi Mountain. In vain."

"Following the wrong master, who is to blame?" Ti Qi took the opportunity to say a few words, "It can't compare to the wisdom of an adult, and in a few words, he persuaded him to send someone to write to Hu Jingzhai. Threatening the chief minister of the court, the surname Yan is really serious." He is willing to cut himself to pieces, dare to pull the emperor off his horse."

Yang Dazhi thought of something, "Who is the person sent to change the date?"

"Huang Daban's godson, Huang Qi, has already taken care of it." Ti Qi said proudly, "Speaking of which, Hu Shoufu is also protecting his weaknesses. In order to suppress the news that Qiu Qianqing is not dead, he actually followed Yan Mo's wishes and reissued the ticket We just planned to change the time forward a few times, and instead confirmed his suspicion of being a hindrance. But the subordinates don't understand, it only takes a secret report from Jin Yiwei to expose this matter, why bother to burn the Metropolitan Procuratorate so big? "

"You really don't understand," Yang Dazhi rubbed the handle of the knife, and said slowly: "Only these trivial tricks may not stand up to scrutiny, especially in the face of such a powerful character as the prince. He is a little more sensitive than others, but also You exposed your weakness too early. It wasn't one or two rooms that burned down, but His Highness's immovable reason."

Feng Lin was indeed angry. He read and read the secret letter he had collected from his staff, but fell into deep thought.It wasn't until dawn the next day that Cang Lang finally showed signs of waking up, and he folded several stacks of letter papers and put them back in his arms.

The whole room was as quiet as a deserted island, not even the sound of water drops, only the tinkling of bowls and spoons and the reluctant "um" sound of a certain pet.

"Stop drinking, it's too—"

The tip of Cang Lang's tongue was full of bitterness, and he hadn't been overwhelmed by the sweat medicine yet, what he saw with his half-closed eyes was a grotesque scene.But immediately, the small spoon in his mouth was replaced by another kind of softness, and the smell of Feng Lin enveloped him, making Cang Lang seem to see the light of the sky in a daze.

"Is eating sugar still bitter?" Feng Lin fed him sugar, and without waiting for an answer, he poured down the remaining medicinal soup in the same way.

Cang Lang frowned a few times, only to feel that this was a little more madness than feeding medicine, and panted lightly as if out of breath for a moment: "What happened last night?"

After only one night, faint stubble appeared on Feng Lin's chin.He grabbed Mr.'s tentative hand, and pressed it on his cheek with varying degrees of intensity: "No one else, it's just that the servant knocked over the candlestick."

Cang Lang had a splitting headache and couldn't think of anything.He didn't have the extra energy to think, and buried himself in Feng Lin's chest as if hiding from the light, unknowingly kneading a heart that had been hanging all night.

"I wanted to find out about the seizure of Fujian merchants by the way, lest there would be future troubles in the dark. I thought there would be some unexpected discovery, who would have thought..." He complained in a strong nasal voice, "It's a surprise."

Feng Lin's heart was about to melt, and he suddenly remembered what Yang Dazhi said last night: "My lord doesn't believe what is said in this secret letter, and I don't believe that Hu Shoufu could be so cruel as to betray your lover in order to restrain you, and let people spread the news that he is still alive in Jiangning. Make a big deal of it. But why don’t you think about it, wasn’t he so ruthless seven years ago when he pushed his husband into a desperate situation for his son’s sake?”

Waiting for leisure to change but the old people's mind, but the old people's mind is easy to change.

Feng Lin understood that this was exactly what Yang Dazhi wanted to say, but he found a small mistake in it.

The sincerity that the husband treats himself is the mistake.

Feng Lin kissed back, he had no intention of filling the gap, he just wanted to turn that mistake into his own unique luck and sweetness.Feng Lin wiped Canglang's sweat, and whispered in his ear: "Just leave the things in the dark to Ah Lin, I want Mr. to always be in the light."

At the same moment, thick clouds in Xiguan, thousands of miles away, swirled and swallowed the skylight.This resurgence of day and night weighs gloomyly on the heart of every border guard.

On the beacon tower.

The wind lifted the coach's cloak, revealing his grey-haired head.The general is old, but his bones are still strong. He speaks sharply when discussing affairs, and laughs wildly when he drinks heavily. The seven-star blade is sunk in the darkness, and he never restrains his edge.

Wang Zhengxuan looked at the endless official road from a distance, and seemed to feel uneasy, but he couldn't tell where it came from.

In the distance, there seemed to be several figures approaching rapidly in the dense fog.One of them rode at a very fast speed, and the horse's hooves frequently struck the bluestone road, like striking a drum.When the soldiers approached the city, the figure suddenly lowered his body.

The cold light flashed every inch, and the smell of blood gradually became stronger, forming a suffocating mass.Wang Zhengxuan pulled out the seven-star blade with a "swish", and shouted sharply: "Beat the drum! Beacon fire to warn, Qiang Rong is coming!"

The author says:

There was a strong wind in the village, I disconnected orz, and it took me a long time to post it, woo)