Everyone owes me a favor

After a while, the door of the palace creaked open.

Like walking out from within.

But before he could speak, Feng Rugu laughed loudly and said, "Where did I come from, Junior Sister Yan, you're joking with me again."

Sang Luojiu coughed lightly, and explained to Ru in a low voice: "Layman, I'm sorry, my master is probably drunk and misidentified the gate of the palace."

After finishing speaking, he squeezed his throat, and the clear boyish voice turned into an indistinguishable soft voice: "Little Senior Brother, Master is waiting for you in the hall, and he is waiting impatiently."

Feng Rugu swallowed his saliva: "Master isn't here, is she?"

"Yes. Mistress is waiting to go down the mountain with Master. If you go late, he will get angry."

Feng Ruzhi shuddered a lot, and stretched out his hand, "Hurry up, hurry up, I'll go right away."

Unexpectedly, he was already dizzy, and got up too hastily, his legs went limp, he staggered and fell backwards.

Ruyi reacted quickly, caught his back with one palm, turned his palm over again, and gently pushed him into Sang Luojiu's arms.

Sang Luojiu caught it firmly, very politely: "It's so late, I'm bothering laymen. Please rest early."

He supported Feng Rugu back to the main hall.

Ruyi also returned to the palace.

Hai Jing stroked his chest and muttered, "Fortunately, Yun Zhongjun is drunk."

If he didn't say anything, his always indifferent expression looked even a little annoyed.

Gossiping and lying behind the scenes are all oral karma, which is a taboo in Buddhism.

But the sound of Feng Ruyuan's zither was too similar to the comforting song that his foster father played for him when he couldn't fall asleep in the past, so he couldn't help but pay attention.

Perhaps no one thinks that after ten years, one person can still remember another person's piano sound, fingering, and skills, and they are as clear as yesterday.

Back then, his adoptive father taught him hand in hand how to learn gong chi notation, how to recognize stencils, and how to understand palace tunes. Occasionally he thought he was stupid, but most of the time he praised him for being smart.

Ruyi thinks that he regards his adoptive father as the only one, and the same is true of his adoptive father.

...However, the adoptive father taught Feng Rugu's konghou so well, it was almost as if the same person played it.

The better the sound of the music, the more Haijing praised it, the more Ruyi was burning with anger and irritated, and that's why he made the gaffe just now.

Ever since meeting Feng Rugu, Ruyi felt that she had lost her composure and that she needed to be punished.

Ruyi closed his eyes for a while, made up his mind, picked up a small red sandalwood seed, put it in his mouth, and took out a wooden sign with the word "Zhiyu" from his belongings, and hung it on his waist.

Seeing this scene, Haijing was very surprised: "Uncle?"

Ruyi pointed to his own mouth with a wooden sign, shook his head, and immediately continued to meditate with great concentration.

Haijing was stunned, but a little admired.

The little master is strict with others, and also strict with himself. Since he has created oral karma, he must practice closed mouth meditation to reflect on it.

You know, according to the Hanshan Temple regulations, a small red sandalwood entrance is a full month of silence.

As for Ruyi, with the red sandalwood in his mouth, he finally calmed down a bit.

However, there is still a lingering sound of konghou in his ears, lingering endlessly, disturbing his heartstrings from time to time.

……

As soon as the gate of the main hall was closed, the "drunk" Feng Rugu left Sang Luojiu's support and stood up straight.

"The little monk has good ears." Feng Rugu took off his outer robe, "I do have a famous master of konghou to guide me."

Sang Luojiu seemed not surprised by the fact that "Master is not drunk". Standing behind him, he undressed him, sorted and hung up his coat and jade belt, and said in an orderly manner: "Yes, Master plays the harp very well. It's just that he never Don't teach disciples."

Feng Rugu said, "I'm not a violin master, why teach you this?"

Sang Luojiu responded with a smile: "Yes."

Feng Rugu said boldly, "My greatest achievement as your master is not to drag you down."

Sang Luo didn't speak for a long time.

Feng Rugu looked back at him: "Luo Jiu, just now, you heard their discussion and made a noise on purpose, right?"

Sang Luojiu raised his star-bright eyes, did not deny it, and smiled docilely: "Master, this disciple realizes his mistake."

Feng Rugu didn't mean to blame him either: "Yes, you know how to cooperate with me. It's too bad to scare me with my wife. You don't know that I am most afraid of him."

Sang Luojiu took two steps back, and smiled at Yanyan: "Luojiu made an unintentional mistake, please forgive me, master. It's getting late, master should arrange it earlier."

Feng Ruyuan waved his hand and undressed himself.

Standing in the atrium, Sang Luojiu turned his head, looked towards the side hall, and pondered for a moment.

In the hall just now, he didn't ask silly questions like "Does Master attach great importance to Ruyi Layman?"

The master pretended to be drunk, but he didn't want to embarrass the layman.

Master has never been so considerate to anyone.

... why.

Sang Luojiu was smart since he was a child, but he couldn't see through the layers of mysteries shrouded in his master.

After all, he didn't think much anymore, turned around and went into the night, looking for his foolish brother.

I don't know if it's because of Little Monk Haijing's words "advice from a famous teacher", or the mention of the teacher's wife that the three of them are afraid of. Tonight, Feng Rugu dreamed about his childhood.

Red walls and glazed tiles stretching for ten miles encircle a magnificent courtyard, with a hundred hectares of bamboo forest outside the courtyard, lotus ponds in the courtyard, and a hill in the distance. When it snows in winter, it will wear a small silver snow cap.

This is Feng Ruyu's childhood home.

The Feng family was in the south of the Yangtze River. They started their business by selling medicine. Three generations of merchants reached their peak in the generation of Feng Rugu's father, Feng Mingyi.

The parents invited the most famous konghou teacher in the south of the Yangtze River to teach their only son Feng Ruyuan the art of playing the piano.

He was born with long hands, long legs, and slender fingers since he was a child. When he hugged the harp and played it tinkly, his mother would lean on the embroidered couch, hold a scroll in her hand, and look at him tenderly.

Feng Rugu has a lively personality, and his family is big enough for him to play, so after finishing his homework, he always runs away happily.

He likes to walk step by step on the red wall, measuring the length of the wall of his house with small steps.

The old mammy took small steps and called him from a distance: "Young master, don't fall."

The old mama took care of him since he was a child, and with her protection, Feng Ruzhi never fell and hurt once.

She greeted: "The watermelon has been hung from the well. It has cooled down. Come and eat it."

Feng Ruyuan ran back, grabbed the corner of Nanny's clothes and acted like a baby: "I want to eat lychees."

Nanny touched his head helplessly: "Ancestor, you just ate last night, you are not afraid of getting angry."

"But Mammy hasn't eaten yet."

"How can servants afford such precious things. If the lady and master see it, it will be great."

Feng Ruyuan looked around and took out a fresh lychee with a red shell from his pocket: "Then I'll show the mother!"

After all, he winked mischievously at Mammy.

At such a young age, he already had the appearance of a romantic and handsome young man.

It stands to reason that Feng Rugu would never enter the immortal way in his life.

Within the red wall, he will be a wealthy young master for the rest of his life, taking over his father's pharmacy and huge property. If he is not too ambitious, playing the harp and listening to the pipa will be a chic and carefree life.

That year, there was a severe drought in Guanzhong.The people were hungry, so they ate each other.

Hungry and red-eyed refugees poured into the South in large numbers.

Konghou teacher was unable to give a class one day, Madam Feng sent someone to inquire, and the report said that he had injured his leg, and that he was a refugee begging in the city. After a few words, the two sides scuffled, Master Kong Hou fell out of the sedan chair and was injured.

When Mrs. Feng got the news, she lamented that the disaster year was not easy, and sealed a red envelope, and asked the nursing home to send it to him, telling him to recuperate well.

The magistrate is also worried, the granary in the city has already been opened once, and it is very tight, and the disaster relief funds and rice from above are still on the way.

In desperation, the magistrate summoned the rich merchants in the city, and the meaning was very clear. They wanted these merchants to contribute funds to help them for a while before the disaster relief items arrived.

Feng Mingyi was influenced by Confucianism since he was a child, he valued benevolence and righteousness, and before the magistrate could say so, he agreed to let his family take the money, provide food, and open a porridge shed.

The Feng Family Manor is right on the edge of the city. The open space in front of the manor can be used to set up a porridge shed, cook porridge day and night, and distribute it at any time. A medicine shed can also be set up to prevent and control diseases, so as to prevent victims of disasters from bringing diseases into the city.

The magistrate was overjoyed and immediately made a decision.

On the day when the porridge shed was opened, Feng Mingyi and his young son came to see the refugees scrambling to get food, and felt very relieved.

Pointing at the crowd, he said, "Old son, if you inherit the mantle of the Feng family in the future, you must remember to put benevolence first. This is the cultivation of a human being, the compassion of a doctor, and the benevolence and righteousness of a rich man."

Xiao Feng, who was nine years old at the time, looked at the crowd as before, and tilted his head in confusion: "Father, how many days will this porridge shed be built?"

"Set it to the time when the relief supplies from the imperial court arrive."

Xiao Feng said in a serious manner as usual: "Well, excuse me, the rice my father gave them is very good."

Feng Mingyi just wanted to use examples to teach his son to do more good deeds, but he didn't expect his son to have something else to say, so he knelt down and listened patiently: "Why do you say that?"

"The government's disaster relief food is intended to calm the hearts of the people and curb the rebellion. Therefore, if the quantity is large, the quality will not be very good. My father will give them refined rice and fine grain first. When the government's disaster relief food arrives, they can only eat second-class food." If you don’t eat enough food, you will be resentful.”

Feng Mingyi was taken aback for a moment, and felt that there was some truth in the words, but he still had a smile on his face: "Why do you think people are so bad?"

Xiao Feng remained the same: "Perhaps people's hearts are not bad at all, it's just that there is no chance to turn bad."

As soon as these words came out, Feng Mingyi felt something was wrong.

The son's cognition of the world... seems to be too paranoid?

Obviously he was reading the same sage books as his childhood self, how could...

Xiao Feng still didn't know his father's complicated mood at this time, so he looked around and accidentally saw two strange victims in the crowd.

The two of them were tall and big, also dressed in rags, but they were not keen on queuing up to get food. They were leaning on a thick bamboo tree and looking in the direction of the Feng Family Manor.

When a disaster victim passed by them, they would obediently hand over half a bun or half a bowl of porridge.

...is the leader of the victims?

For some reason, Feng Rugu felt uncomfortable under their scrutiny, turned his face away, and tightened his father's hand: "Father really intends to only release food and not receive payment?"

Hearing this, Feng Mingyi was a little unhappy: "What reward?"

"Isn't it good to make them work for food?"

"They are so hungry, how can they have the energy to work?" Feng Mingyi stared into his son's eyes, "Could it be that my son is unwilling to give alms?"

"It's not that I don't want to. It's inappropriate." Xiao Feng said seriously as usual, "Father gave away food for free. This is benevolence, but it also broke their idea of ​​making a living by themselves. Anyway, if it were me, I would be able to lie down and receive food every day. Drugs, will not think about making progress."

After a class of precepts and deeds, Feng Mingyi took Feng Rugu home worriedly, full of reflections on what went wrong with his education.

Feng Rugu felt nothing, after returning home, after cleaning his hands, Mammy led him to have some snacks.

Before going to sleep, he said to the mother who was about to blow out the lamp: "Mom, please leave a lamp."

Mammy thought for a while, and then smiled: "Before going to bed, the old servant told the young master not to drink so much tea, so he refused to listen. All right, I'll leave you a cup."

Feng Rugu asked again: "Have the gates of the courtyard been closed?"

Mammy laughed at him: "Why, are you afraid that the ghost mother-in-law will come and arrest you?"

Feng Ruyuan tightened the quilt and repeated the question: "Is the door closed?"

Mammy smiled lovingly: "Yes, young master, everything is closed."

Even so, Feng Ruyu was still worried.

After three or four days like this, just when he was about to forget about it, at midnight, the commotion suddenly broke out.

Feng Rugu turned over and sat up immediately, ran barefoot to the bedside, opened the window, and saw the fire in front of the gate, and it was water.

The noise mixed with the sound of beating and killing came faintly, Feng Ruzhi only heard the general idea.

"Being rich is not benevolent! Being rich is not benevolent!"

"A few days ago, I pretended to give us rice, but now... rice bran..."

"Feed the pig..."

The nanny rushed in panicked, couldn't help but hugged him, and ran out.

Feng Rugu grasped her hair in time to comb in the future: "Nurse, what's the matter? What happened?"

Mammy ran panting with little feet, unable to answer him.

Large swathes of torches poured in from the main entrance, like bloody eyes.

Even though Feng Rugu was Zaohui, he was terribly frightened: "Father, mother... Mammy, where are my parents?"

Nanny's face turned pale, and Feng Ruyuan's face also turned pale.

... He heard footsteps following him.

The wind whistled in his ears, and he faintly saw the face of the pursuer.

His appearance is not very vicious, at least not like the murderer that Feng Ruyuan knew.

But he picked up a hatchet, raised the knife with his hand, and cut off one of Mammy's legs.

Blood splashed and landed on Feng Ruyu's feet, warm and warm.

Nanny let out a scream, and with all her strength, she threw Feng Ruzhi, who was being held in her arms, forward, and cried, "Young master, run! Run!"

Even until she died, she was not willing to let her young master fall.

After Feng Ruyuan landed his feet firmly, he clenched his teeth, turned his head and fled.

Mammy fled in the backyard, where there was a large lotus pond, which contained running water and was connected to the outside.

In order to prevent thieves from entering, the water inlet is so slender that only children can pass through.

Feng Rugu came to the edge of the pond, plunged into the pond, swam to the exit in one breath, and struggled to get out of the hole that was already a bit narrow for him.

After climbing out of the pool, he fell to the ground exhausted, looking up at the cold bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Even though he had just crawled out of the water, his throat was filled with the smell of blood, which made him feel sick for a while.

Feng Ruzhi got up slowly from the ground, not daring to be negligent, turned into the bamboo forest to hide himself, walked a hundred steps, and almost bumped into a dozen or so victims of the disaster who were living in the bamboo forest.

He immediately fell to the ground, hot sweat mixed with ice water flowed from the nostrils, and fell silently into the soil.

The group of disaster victims were chatting and did not notice Feng Rugu.

"Listen to the movement, the fight is really lively."

"Why, do you want to give me a hand?"

"I want to give you a leg, so why don't I just go in with them? I don't think this is right. I saw Ada sneaking rice bran into someone's porridge pot."

"Then you said it."

"What are you talking about, Ah Da kept yelling, which made everyone very angry. I jumped out, didn't I want to be beaten?"

A burst of laughter erupted from all around: "That's nice to say, isn't it because I was scared to shrink the eggs!"

Feng Ruyuan's shoulders trembled violently, and he grabbed a lump of wet mud in his palm.

"Hey, Ah Da Er Er brought us here from Guanzhong, and helped us a lot along the way. We can't eat two bowls of rice from Feng's family, so we can go and sue the government?"

"Fart, Ah Da Er Er is just greedy for a little bit of cheapness. Seeing that everyone is boasting about being a good person, I can't keep my reputation, and seeing the grandeur of his mansion, I plan to find an excuse to rob him. , Eat a few meals with meat."

"The Feng family is a good family, it's too shameful to do so."

"Anyway, we are all affected by the disaster, so everyone will be miserable."

"This Feng family is the same. People say that wealth is not revealed. They set up a porridge shed and opened a medicine shop in front of their house. Isn't that eye-catching. Now that they are in trouble, they are robbed from the rich and donated to the poor. Who can blame them?"

Everyone chattered for a while, and went to talk about the future.

Feng Ruzhi quietly crawled away from the bamboo forest.

Walking out of the bamboo forest, Xiao Feng sat on the ground as before, thinking for a while.

He took off his pajamas, smeared half of his cheeks with wet mud, washed the mottled appearance with water, took off his pajamas, held them in his hands, picked up a palm-sized stone from the ground, and went to it. He hit the wall twice, confirmed that it wasn't a powdered stone that could be broken in one hit, and then ran towards the shaking figure in front of him.

A short man with a scarred face was guarding the southeast corner of the Feng Family Manor, when he saw a naked child running out from behind, he immediately became vigilant.

However, before he could open his mouth, Feng Rugu wiped his nose, and called proudly and affectionately, "Brother!"

The torches were all taken inside, and they were vaguely visible, Scarface couldn't see his face clearly, he asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

Feng Ruyu didn't answer, and showed his wet clothes first, as if claiming credit: "I killed one! A kid ran out from the lotus pond behind me, bumped into me face to face, and wanted to escape, I'll kill you!" At once……"

As he said that, he made a gesture of smashing a watermelon: "Kuu, I gave him a stone and ripped off his clothes!"

Scarface touched the burn scar on his chin.

There have been a lot of new disaster victims in the past few days, and there are at least a dozen or so people who have come to seek refuge with Brother A and Brother A, and he has not paid attention to whether there is such a young man in this group of people.

He said, "Okay, good job. Hey, where's the hole you're talking about?"

Feng Rugu pointed to the water source: "There!"

"Take me to take a look." Scarface patted his thin shoulders, "Maybe there are still people crawling out from inside. If someone escapes and reports to the police, the eldest brother and the second brother can't tell them The family is not benevolent. Do you understand?"

Feng Ruyuan pulled out a smiling face: "Understood."

Scarface was brought to the water's edge by him, and he looked around: "Where's the kid you mentioned, he didn't die, did he run away?"

Feng Rugu said: "Why, I threw him into the pool, here, look, he's just soaking there."

"where?"

Scarface looked in the direction of Feng Rugu's finger——

Feng Ruyuan raised the stone silently behind him, and smashed the stone on the back of his head with such force that he almost dislocated his arm.

The man's head made the crackling sound of a watermelon being split open, and as soon as his body softened, he was about to fall into the pond.

Feng Rugu grabbed him, put him down slowly, and as quietly as possible took off his patched and lice-ridden clothes without even looking at them. Like slipping into the pond, through the small hole, he returned to the Feng Family Manor that had been completely captured.

He cautiously showed his head among the dry lotus, and after confirming that the person who chased him just now was not guarding the shore, he quietly went ashore from the side.