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

Yu Feirou is a person who lives up to his name.

With an excellent skin of gold and jade, and a sharp and open personality, Cang Lang felt that the description of "cold as cold as ice" was too inappropriate when he saw her at first sight.

It wasn't until they became friends in the future that Fang knew that Boss Yu's beauty was only for rich people with strong family backgrounds who were willing to spend a lot of money. As for the others...

Cang Lang turned to think that the description "cold like ice" is really extremely vivid.

"Come and have a taste, the new dish that the master has just developed, white robe shrimp, it cost me a lot of money just to transport the shrimp by water!"

Yue Mo took advantage of the power of the palace, Boss Yu personally brought the food and wine upstairs this time, and the sound of silver ingots colliding with each other was very clear.It's hard for people to imagine, after so many years, this money-loving woman lost all her money in order to lure Japanese pirates into the net.

"How?" Yu Feirou stared at Cang Lang and asked expectantly.

Cang Lang tasted it for a while: "It's tender and refreshing, with a fragrance from the teeth and cheeks. If you pour some egg white to remove the fishy smell, the taste will really make you hungry."

He knew the taste by eating the marrow, and stretched out his chopsticks one after another, with a little bit of oil on the corner of his mouth.Feng Lin just wanted to reach out to wipe it off, but saw the greasy lips slightly opened, and the tip of her dexterous tongue slipped out, licking the faintly bright corner of her lips.

Feng Lin suddenly felt that his lips were burning, and he realized at this time that if he wanted to teach the ever-victorious general to abandon his helmet and armor, he didn't have to use long guns and short guns, sometimes just a beauty's incitement was enough.

Hearing this, Yu Feirou stroked her palms, and the dimples on her cheeks made her face charming: "Mr. is particular. Coincidentally, the cook from my family who hired a lot of money said the same thing. It's a pity that you shouldn't eat too much chicken in the morning, because you might hurt your stomach. That cuts the volume in half."

She was very excited, and cleaned her hands to serve Canglang. At this time, the cuffs slipped off, revealing her empty and clean wrists.Cang Lang noticed that the agate bead string she was carrying seemed to be a pair with the one that the prince tied his hair.

For some reason, Cang Lang seemed to be biting a green plum in his mouth, inexplicably sour.

"Speaking of which, this way of eating is quite popular in Songjiang Mansion," Yu Feirou leisurely raised his eyes, "Have you been there before?"

Chopsticks collided with the edge of the bowl with a soft sound, and the impression of scales and claws quickly passed through his mind. Cang Lang was at a loss but seemed to feel something: "Songjiang Mansion..."

Yu Feirou smiled as if she didn't know it: "Songjiang is a rich place, a place of great shape. I have never been there, and I know that there have been many romantic and famous people there, for example, the first imperial tutor of the dynasty, swinging in an area."

This name is more like a sharp knife pierced into the crevice of a stubborn rock. Cang Lang moved his lips, trying to say something, but was cut off by Feng Lin, who was drinking silently at the side: "I'm afraid this dish of shrimp has passed Boss Yu's hand. How much oil and vinegar have been added to it, the aftertaste is sour and greasy, it is better to ask someone to remove it.”

Yu Feirou smiled, as if nothing happened, but Cang Lang couldn't ask any more questions.

Zuixianju is adjacent to Ganggang Guild Hall Street. Before the sea ban, it used to be a place for businessmen from all over the world to do business.Although the sea market is banned today, this guild hall street has remained. The former residences built by foreign businessmen have been transformed into various teahouses and post stations. Every day, horses pass the ultimatum, and there is a lot of noise, so it is very lively.

A tea shed was set up outside the courtyard wall of the ganlan building for pedestrians to rest.The storyteller Xingmu took the case, and when the story reached its climax, he stopped to moisten his throat, which completely whetted the appetite of tea drinkers.

"Tell me, what happened to Swing Qing and Xiao Wanshan?"

The wine glass almost shattered into pieces of porcelain in his palm, Feng Lin turned his face away, and saw the gluttonous cat stopped talking, with his chin resting on the chopsticks, looking half serious and half distracted.

"What kind of person is Qiuqianqing? The youngest Tanhualang since the founding of the Great Yan Dynasty, his talent is as high as the sky, and it is said that he was born very well. There are poems saying that he, plum blossoms are fragrant in the bones, and autumn water jade is the god. It almost didn't squeeze the city tower down."

Some tea customers were dissatisfied: "Qiu Lang is so powerful, how come he is not the number one in high school, but is inferior to others?"

The storyteller said: "The swing is elegant and elegant, it also depends on who is pressing him. You can see that the two witty words that praised Tan Hualang back then were written by the number one scholar Xiao Wanshan, and his talent for poetry and prose can be seen."

The number one scholar in the dynasty and Tanhua, the gods and gods meet each other, no matter how you hear it, it is a beautiful story.

Among the tea guests, there was a meddlesome chichi: "These two, could it be..."

The storyteller knocked on Xingmu, and suddenly said solemnly: "Don't talk nonsense. Qiu and Xiao met each other when they were young, and they became friends because of a poem, and they were friends of upright gentlemen. He was dismissed from office in [-], and since then he has fled to the mountains and founded Songjiang Academy. Although Qiu Qianqing is in a high position, he still has good friends with him. The qin and the harp are together, it is the age of Boya in this world, what a pity? What a pity!"

In a moment, the yelling of the official ship lifting anchor overwhelmed the noise downstairs.

The sense of familiarity in Cang Lang's heart is getting stronger and stronger.A gavel and a storyteller's voice lead him to the sea fog deep in his memory, and there seems to be something in the vastness that is ready to come out.This made him inexplicably believe that as long as he took a step forward, the answer he wanted would be on the other side of the illusion.

Looking at the back of Cang Lang going downstairs, Feng Lin didn't stop him, just drinking one cup after another, the more he drank, the more anxious he became.

Yu Feirou was holding the pot beside her, her smile changed from deep to shallow: "Don't you want to stop it? What if he thinks of something."

Feng Lindan said: "It's not that there is Jieyousan, you said that it will not hurt if you inhale too much incense, but it will make people forget the past."

"It's easy to say," Yu Feirou raised up the index finger that smeared Danko, "the old rules, it's still the same number."

Feng Lin seemed to be accustomed to her lion's big mouth, took off the jade badge around her waist and threw it on the table: "Go find Chi Xiaoyu yourself, and get it from the private treasury of the palace. It's just." He changed the subject, "I'll see you next time." Let me hear your side-talking, don't blame me for leading troops to level the Zuixianju."

Yu Feirou smiled suddenly, "Is it worth doing this for someone who hates you to the bone?"

"Of course," Feng Lin said, "Mr. has lived a rough half of his life. In the days to come, I want him to be safe from wind and snow, and live a hundred years without any worries."

Yu Feirou said coldly: "But don't forget, how much of his rough life is due to you?"

"The Songjiang poetry case was a hot topic seven years ago. After Xiao Wanshan was dismissed from office, he was in a depressed mood. He wrote a satirical poem while having a drink with Qiu Qianqing in private, and anyone who thought about it leaked the news.

The poems were submitted to the imperial case, the late Emperor Longyan was furious, and political enemies in the court took the opportunity to impeach Qiu Qianqing for forming a party with others, and even claimed that Jinling Academy was trying to rule the court remotely.

The first emperor ordered Jin Yiwei to thoroughly investigate the case. Xiao Wanshan couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide in prison. Qiu Qianqing was also demoted to be the commander of Taicang Guard. He was attacked by Japanese within three days after taking office. Tanhualang ended up ruined.

Baishui Han swings are clean, and the clear frost is bright and the mountains are empty.Fame is like cooking with oil in a fire, and in a blink of an eye it is not thousands of hectares and ten thousand mountains empty. "

Snapped!

The gavel fell, and the tea customer added another cup of tea. Regarding the fate of Qiu Xiao and the two, some people lamented the pity, some scolded it as hateful, but only Cang Lang was in it, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

But the storyteller added a sentence at the end: "Speaking of which, the Songjiang Poetry Case was revealed, it was all due to the late emperor's youngest son, King Yan. If His Highness hadn't been dormant in the Academy for several years as a servant, what would be the matter of personal words among close friends?" He will bring it to the fore. He has made meritorious service through this matter, and only then has he entered the eyes of the late emperor, and since then he has been on the rise, and it's really good!"

He made no secret of his contempt for King Yan in his words, and Cang Lang sounded surprised and stunned: Feng Lin, did such a thing?

An umbrella leaned over to shield him from the scorching sun.Cang Lang turned his eyes, Feng Lin didn't know when to follow him downstairs, with the scorching sunlight between his brows, he looked very upright.

"The sun has risen, go back."

Cang Lang lowered his head and pondered, then suddenly said: "I want to see Yang Dazhi."

Perhaps it was his illusion, the canopy of the umbrella swayed above his head, Feng Lin's voice was slightly lowered: "He has not recovered from his injuries, so it is not suitable to see others. In a few days, this king will personally accompany you to see him."

When Cang Lang was about to fall asleep that night, the storyteller's words echoed repeatedly in his mind like a bewilderment.

Swinging Qing, Xiao Wanshan, in the age of Boya, villains killed each of them, and everyone fell into prostitution...

With mixed thoughts, he tossed and turned until someone lit incense, took off his boots and got on the couch, hugging him from behind.

"Sir, is something on your mind?"

Back against solid chest, it's a comforting gesture.In the fragrance called Jieyou San, Cang Lang's heart seemed to fall to the ground, and he closed his eyes wearily: that's all, the grievances and grievances of others have nothing to do with him, so he simply handed over a mess.

Unknowingly, ten days passed, the weather turned cold, and there were several autumn rains.

Feng Lin put together the memorial, put his fingers on it: "Everyone with the surname Feng is recruited."

"What did you say in the confession?" Yang Dazhi asked urgently, his injuries were not fully healed, Feng Lin allowed him to sit and answer.

"Falsely report soldiers, deduct food and pay. It's just that you didn't say exactly one thing." Feng Lin got up and walked a few steps in the open space. "The amount of embezzlement money these people have every year is probably more than 70 taels. Add one more."

Yang Dazhi was dumbfounded, trying his best, he couldn't imagine what an astonishing amount it was.

Seeing her master coming, Huaiying, who was nestled in the corner, turned over and exposed her belly.Feng Lin kicked it on the butt, meaning don't act like such a silly dog.Huaiying got up whimpering, letting Feng Lin play with its wolf ears.

"The military rations stored on the ferry wharf are exactly the military rations that were confiscated. In addition to the salaries allocated by the imperial court every year, these people also made profits by smuggling military rations, and more than half of them were offered to the nobles in the court. That is what you said, flowing upwards .”

The smell of wine and meat of the Zhumen, and the frozen bones on the road are not only seen in poems and prose.Although Feng Lin's eyes were calm, there was a coldness that could not be ignored.

"Qin'an County is an important place for coastal defense, and the imperial court has never been stingy about allocating money. According to Feng's account, all the county magistrates in the Qingyuan period did this, with the exception of your brother."

After a pause, Feng Lin said: "So he must die."

Yang Dazhi's complexion suddenly turned pale.In ancient times, the ministers were loyal to the emperor, and the elder brother inherited the legacy of the ancestors, but in the end he died because of the word "loyalty".He hated the thundering world of Wake, but he was powerless to change it.Over the years, he fought the waves with the body of a mayfly, and finally fell to a bloody mess.

Yang Dazhi struggled to get up with his hands on the back of the chair, his knees trembling every step he took.He finally moved in front of Feng Lin, and slowly knelt down: "I would rather be a dog in the Tian family than a person in the white house. As long as the prince avenges his elder brother, I, Yang Dazhi, will be willing to be the eagle dog of the palace from now on, no matter what."

Feng Lin didn't help anyone to get up, just looked down at Yang Dazhi's determination, and asked coldly: "In the Qin'an County, besides Xie Min, who was the collaborator and traitor who framed Qiuqianqing?"