I'm afraid you'll be widowed

Liang Guogong tapped the armchair a few times with his hand.

He said to Pei Gong in a calm voice: "It's not too late, take out the letter in your hand."

Pei Gong raised his eyes and sneered, "The letter is in Duke Liang's mansion."

"However, now that I'm 'wearing the body of a crime', it's not good for me to swagger into the gate of our house again under Dad's nose?"

Liang Guogong: "..."

"Dare to take Joe with me? You son of a bitch."

"Get the hell out of here tonight."

Only then did Pei Gong nodded graciously.

"Then wait until I put people to sleep at night, and then go back to the house immediately."

"After all, it was Cen Xi who got the letter back. Since the grievance needs to be filed, let's file the petition together with those from Jianzhou."

"Father targeted him on other matters, and I have no objection. But now, I can't leave him alone."

Pei Ying couldn't help but chuckled: "Jian Rang, don't protect your calf."

"Not to mention hiding military planes in Linyuan, which violated the orders of the Thirteenth Division. Even if he consulted the old military cases in the case library without permission, and even dared to take the case documents out of the case bank, he was already in the Thirteenth Division's order." capital punishment."

"If Dad wants to target him, can he survive today? Let alone let him go to Baodi Mansion and arrest Fan Tianhe with you?"

Pei Gong hesitated: "Do you know that he stole the military case?"

Liang Guogong frowned slowly: "Otherwise, why do you think I let him enter the Thirteenth Division?"

"And why was he allowed to be the head of the association in just three years?"

"To be an inner guard, one must not only have ability, but also have a reason that can be used by me."

"Fang Lian is a man who is loyal to the country. What is the reason for collaborating with the enemy? Even if the evidence of the Japanese invasion in Jianzhou is solid, justice is still in people's hearts."

"What's more, if he is really collaborating with the enemy, why would he allow the Japanese pirates to kill more than a dozen members of the Fang family?"

"To say that Fang Lian colluded with the enemy doesn't stand up to scrutiny at all."

A wry smile appeared on Pei Gong's lips: "So it's not that father doesn't agree with us being together."

"Is it because there is a thirteen department in the middle?"

Pei Ying sighed, and lightly patted Pei Gong's shoulder: "Don't blame dad either."

"The reason why I whipped you earlier was because Dad was afraid that you would be taken advantage of by others in the end because of your simplicity."

Pei Gong shrugged indifferently: "I understand."

"Besides, even if Dad really objects, I understand."

Pei Gong lowered his eyes, and the way he spoke seemed inexplicably calm: "I have been under the care of my father and elder brother and second elder brother in the mansion for many years, and it is really wrong to insist on going my own way."

"Cen Xi also said that father, elder brother and second elder brother worry about me the most. I should have shared the worries of my family long ago."

"Thus, although I don't want to go against my will, I insist on moving out of Liang Guogong's mansion. But for you, I can never say that I have a clear conscience."

Pei Ying couldn't help but look at the little brother in front of her again.

Pei Gong in front of him had a tall and straight figure, with determination in his brows and eyes, and his abilities were improving day by day.Jin can manage Pingbaodi's rotten nest, while Tui also knows how to be considerate of the family's difficulties, and acts with great sense of propriety.

Although he still has the same body, he is no longer the young brother he was most worried about when he left Beijing two years ago.

Today's Pei Gong cannot be underestimated.

The sharpest new knife of the Pei family has obviously been sharpened.

Pei Ying lowered her head and chuckled to herself.

He crossed his arms and thought for a while: "Now that I have got the letter, it's better to do it sooner rather than later."

"Qian Xingtong is listening to the wind and grass, so he can't sit still and wait for death. He has to pull out his claws and teeth before he has a reaction."

Pei Gong frowned: "It was Zeng Zhe and Fan Tianhe before, but Zhao Junai from the Ministry of War also has a close relationship with Qian Xingtong."

Pei Yingpi licked the corners of her lips with a non-smiling smile: "The salary of the frontier army is so passive, I'm afraid the Ministry of War has already been rotten."

"Even Jingwei is not sure, if you want to do it, you have to be cautious."

Pei Ying's expression was solemn, and she subconsciously helped the upper injury on her shoulder.

This subconscious action fell into Pei Gong's eyes, so he had to frown helplessly: "Second brother."

"My knife, isn't it..."

"Little bastard." Pei Ying sneered, "It's not in vain to teach you the sword skills."

"Okay." Liang Guogong said with a sullen face, "This is not for you to chat and reminisce about the old days."

"After all, this is not the Nuan Pavilion. It's useless to stay longer. The matter is very important. I have to go to the palace before deciding whether to do anything."

Liang Guogong immediately ordered: "Second brother, send the bastard out, and I will talk about the rest when I return home."

Pei Ying looked at Pei Gong again: "No one in the mansion knows about my father and I being in the Thirteenth Division."

"Pei Jianrang, if you still want to live a good life at home, then forget about everything you heard and seen today and go out."

"If you dare to say a word, the lives of dozens of people in Liang Guogong's family will be handed over to you."

"Second brother, I..."

Pei Gong was about to respond, but was interrupted by Pei Ying: "Now that the big event has not been accomplished, the news that I am not dead cannot be leaked."

"When you see me, don't open your mouth and call Second Brother, even in private."

Hearing this, Pei Ying pulled up the ink silk that covered her face again, and pulled out the knife expressionlessly: "Pei Jianrang, this is not a place where you can come or leave if you want."

"Pull out your knife, and go back where it came from."

"There is no Pei Ying here, only Xi Huai, the leader of the Internal Guard Association. If you dare to perfunctory me later, I will really stab you."

As soon as the words fell, Pei Ying couldn't help him to say anything, and slashed at him with a knife in his backhand.

Pei Ying has been immersed in the border for many years, and has experienced dozens of battles with the Tatars. Even though she still has unhealed injuries on her body, she is still relatively easy to use.

Pei Gong's eyes were sharp and his hand quickly drew a knife to block it. Although it was not difficult to parry, he was afraid of pulling Pei Ying's old wounds.

What's more, when only two people left the courtyard, more and more inner guards gathered around.

Pei Gong saw that he was going to suffer, so he simply fought and ran, and couldn't find any more words, so he just slipped away.

Pei Ying is the second elder brother, and he was beaten without any water.

Pei Gong walked around the streets and alleys twice before he managed to get rid of the inner guard's tail.

When they joined up with their subordinates, the small flag officers of Jinyiwei had been waiting for a long time.

"Master Qianhu has been in for so long, is there any serious problem? It really makes us worry."

"I've seen the veil you sent me this morning. It is smoked with refined mandala and several other medicines. It still smells so strong when Mr. Qianhu sent it over. I'm afraid it's smoked on the veil. When it's time, the taste is stronger and stronger."

"Where did Qianhu get this veil? Mandala is a forbidden drug in Beijing, so be careful. If you hear it too much, it will cause illusions."

The corner of Pei Gong's eyes twitched: "Illusion?"

"Exactly, if you have hallucinations, it's not very good."

"It is rumored that there is a master in the Western Regions who is good at using mandala to captivate people's minds. The words are so mysterious that it may not be groundless."

Looking at the handkerchief, Pei Gong recalled the strong fragrance from Fang Cenxi's body last night.

He couldn't help but gasped.

"It's done, let's do it for today, you go back to Yamen."

"I have other things."

Fang Cenxi was in a daze last night, and there were inexplicably many wounds on his hands.

What's more, his reaction last night was also weird.

The more Pei Gong thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, he dismissed everyone carelessly, and then went to Dali Temple without looking back.

The crowds in front of Dali Temple are crowded, no different from the morning.

Pei Gong didn't linger, and followed Fang Cenxi after entering the door.

The concierge of Dali Temple heard Pei Gong's words and saw him wearing a flying fish suit. He knew that he could not afford to offend Jin Yiwei, so he said respectfully: "Fang Sizheng? Sizheng is not here."

"He said hello yesterday and said he was going to take leave today, and he came to pick up his things in the morning, and then left."

"Abstaining from leave?" Pei Gong was startled, "Leaving at Sishi?"

It was just too late for him to send Fang Cenxi to the Yamen of Dali Temple in the morning.

At most, Fang Cenxi went into Dali Temple for a tour, then followed him and left.

Pei Gong suffocated, and returned to Tianshui Lane in a hurry.

The house is still empty, only Bailanghua squatting in the corner of the wall to bask in the sun bored.

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in Pei Gong's heart.

His Cen Xi was gone.

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Pei Gong was looking for people over and over again, but the Linghua Pavilion was still looking bustling as usual.

In front of the Linghua Pavilion, there is an endless stream of dignitaries.

But few people came to the back door in the distance.

Therefore, if someone got off the carriage and entered Linghua Pavilion from here, no one else would know.

Only the servant girl of Linghua Pavilion could see that although the person who got off the car was wearing a cloak and covered the hood, the half face under the hood was really fair and delicate, and he looked like a handsome gentleman.

Looking up again, I saw that he was holding a box in his hand.

It's just that there seemed to be two wounds on the fingertips holding the box.

The maid hurriedly followed his tall figure: "Lang...Lang Jun, your hands are bleeding."

"May I pack a bag for you?"

The thin lips under the hood were only slightly bent, but Wen Tun said distantly: "No need."

His steps are not fast or slow, but he seems not interested in anything in this world.

The servant girl was stunned, and could only watch him walk into the depths of Linghua Pavilion.

If the inside of Linghua Pavilion is magnificent, then the underground of Linghua Pavilion can undoubtedly be called a paradise.

Qian Xingtong's favorite fish are all raised in the spring brocade pond underground.

The underground storage of Linghua Pavilion is not stagnant water, but leads a branch of the Lu River to flow into the ground.

Around the waterside pavilion, there are a few incense burners curling up with light smoke.

Qian Xingtong was very interested in feeding the fish, and he didn't turn his head when he heard the movement, but said softly, "Are you here?"

"The one who can enter here, you are still the youngest with the lowest rank."

"As expected of a person who can be the leader of the Thirteen Divisions, he is really a formidable young man with a bright future."

Standing behind him, Fang Cenxi took off his hood slowly, following the familiar smell of powder.

There was no emotion on his face, he just said coldly: "The evidence you want is all here, and there is nothing missing."

But when Qian Xing went to take over with his servants, Fang Cenxi held back again: "Where is my father? Let me see him first."

Qian Xingtong gave a hand to feed the fish, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, I'll let you see it, it's useless if I kill him."

"What's more, you have already entered here, do you still have the capital to negotiate?"

The author has something to say:

Liang Guogong: Second child, send him out

Second Brother: Good (draws knife)

Pei Gou: Are you just sending me off like this? ? ?