Rivers and Lakes Records

Now that Lu Mingtong had told everything he wanted to say, he felt a lot more relaxed. The Yang family was very busy these two days, but he was happy and at ease. He sat at the table every morning to practice calligraphy, and Feng Ji often accompanied him. by his side.

Lu Mingtong recalled that when the two first called each other brothers, Feng Ji once drew a portrait of himself.It's a pity that it didn't take long for the two to tear their skins apart and turned into a confrontation. Lu Mingtong left the portrait in place in a fit of anger, and he didn't know how Feng Ji would deal with it later.

Seeing that his eyes were hesitant and absent-minded, Feng Ji had obviously lost the patience to practice calligraphy, so he simply stretched out his hand and pulled out the pen, and said with a faint smile: "Since you're tired from practicing, let's rest for a while, otherwise, walking with such light and weak wrists will not be enough All previous efforts will be for naught.”

He put the pen on the white jade pen holder beside him, and asked: "I see your eyes are wandering, what are you thinking about?"

Lu Mingtong let him move, and asked: "Do you still remember that painting you drew for me?"

"Of course I remember." Feng Ji wrinkled his nose, and there was a hint of grievance in his voice: "I was serious about painting back then, and you actually threw it away as soon as you said it."

The villain filed a complaint first, and Lu Mingtong said coldly: "You have the nerve to say, isn't that painting just to take my guard off and test me?"

Feng Ji said: "This reason is only half of the reason, the other half is because Ming Tong looked so innocent and cute at that time, just like the little brother next door. When I saw it, I wanted to get close to you, so I drew it for you. painting."

Lu Ming thought to himself, you have such a perfect brother as Xiao Lang, in comparison, you probably just think you are stupid and funny.He cleared his throat, and said in a strange voice: "That really backfired, and now I'm probably far from the little brother next door you imagined."

Feng Ji said: "That's right, she has become an unmarried wife now, if we were the ones who said this, who would believe it?"

Lu Mingtong paused, then raised his head to look at Feng Ji's smiling eyes, and couldn't help but speak quickly: "It's husband-in-law."

Feng Ji didn't argue with him about this trivial matter, and said with a smile: "Why did you suddenly bring up that painting?"

Lu Mingtong put his hands where he couldn't see, and twisted the silk cloth hanging down from the table tangledly: "It's nothing, I just remembered it suddenly, and I'm a little curious about how you handled it."

Feng Ji said: "I asked Feng Xiao to bring it back to the Devil's Cult, and invited the best framer in the world to mount it, and now it has been hung at the main entrance of the Devil's Cult. Anyone who wants to enter my Devil's Cult must stop first. Pay a visit to their leader's wife."

Lu Mingtong was stunned when he heard it, until Feng Ji turned his head away and began to tremble slightly, then he said sullenly: "Feng Ji!"

Feng Ji coughed, with a smile still in his tone: "Okay, okay, I'm just kidding you."

Lu Mingtong's skin was naturally fair, and his face was thin. After being teased by Feng Ji, he could turn red from his neck to the tips of his ears. Feng Ji looked at the piece of skin connecting his neck, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

He pulled him into his arms, patted him on the back like a child, and comforted him: "I really asked Feng Xiao to take that painting back. The painting is put away, maybe somewhere in the dark, there is something guiding me."

The heat in Lu Mingtong's ears came up again, and he said softly: "I thought you threw it away, after all we had already met each other at that time... But you didn't throw it away, that's great, that's the first painting you drew for me. I still want to keep a painting as a souvenir.”

His tone was filled with unbearable joy, Feng Ji's eyes softened, he kissed the top of his hair lightly and said: "Not only that, I also put away the little lantern you gave me. It's just The lamp oil inside has dried up, you see when you go back to the Devil's Cult with me and light it up again."

Lu Mingtong raised his head and looked into his eyes, if it wasn't for the fact that the affairs of the Yang family were not over yet, he really wanted to pack his bags and go back with Feng Ji immediately.

Feng Ji felt his loss, smiled and lowered his head to kiss him, Lu Mingtong hugged him back, Feng Ji's hand had already moved to his waist, rubbing gently with strength.

The surrounding temperature rose little by little, Lu Mingtong finally seized the opportunity to take a breath from between the parted lips, but saw Feng Ji touched his face, wiped the water color from the corner of his mouth for him, and smiled lightly. Backed away a little.

The flushed Lu Mingtong was at a loss when Lu Douya's voice came from the door: "Master!"

Lu Mingtong sighed in displeasure, and slammed his fist on the table lightly, Feng Ji looked funny, leaned over and kissed like a dragonfly, and put the mask back on.

During this period of time, whenever the two of them were alone, Feng Ji would take off his mask. Lu Mingtong finally got used to his face that was exactly the same as Xiao Lang, and before he had time to fall into the temptation of beauty, he had Such people who can't pick the right time to disturb.

Lu Mingtong sighed, and suddenly felt like a foolish emperor, facing the beautiful and beautiful concubine, he had the idea that he would not be able to see his officials in the morning.

According to the development of the plot in the script, if Feng Ji was to be a concubine, he must have the appearance of overthrowing the country and many means to compete with other people for favor.This stately appearance is already there, as for fighting for favor... Lu Mingtong only roughly imagined Feng Ji's appearance of twisting his waist and acting like a baby, and he was already overjoyed alone.

Feng Ji looked suspiciously at the suddenly happy person, Lu Mingtong quickly withdrew his expression, and said loudly: "Come in!"

As soon as Lu Douya entered, he was no longer surprised to see Feng Ji there. Seeing that Lu Mingtong had no intention of chasing him away, he took out a sealed envelope from his sleeve: "The bat asked me to give it to you, he said , In the second month after the master left, you went to Yinshu Pavilion to check some things, and after you checked, you put this envelope there secretly, and no one else saw these things except you."

Lu Mingtong took the envelope and tore off the seal without thinking. There were only a few sheets of paper in the envelope. After Lu Mingtong read them one by one, the expression on his face became more serious.Feng Ji has been observing his reaction, seeing this, said: "What?"

Lu Mingtong said: "Here are a few samples of Fengyun recorded by my father."

Feng Ji was puzzled, and Lu Mingtong said again: "In order to minimize the errors in the Fengyun Records released to Jianghu, the Fengyun Envoy will first arrange the things written on the samples of each record in chronological order, and after confirming that they are correct, Then copy it to the original and print it for sale. This is something that has already been printed and sold, why did my father tear it up?"

"No." Lu Mingtong thought for a while, and said, "It should be said that I am still not sure who tore these pages out, maybe it was my father, maybe it was me." He removed the yellowed pages of paper, Revealing the newer stack below, he read through the few photos at the slowest and most careful speed, and said, "This is the person I asked the bat to check for me before. Lu Qianhui...a very familiar name."

Feng Ji said: "Lu Qianhui? He has been dead for a long time."

Lu Mingtong was startled, and looked at him: "You know him?"

Feng Ji said: "I have only heard the stories of the previous generation."

Lu Mingtong said: "Quickly tell me!"

Feng Ji said: "I heard that Lu Qianhui was originally a chivalrous man with good martial arts. He was quite famous in the local area because he was keen on robbing the rich and helping the poor. But he accidentally killed the son of a wealthy gentry while robbing the rich and helping the poor, and he has been with him ever since. The gentry had a bloody feud. Lu Qianhui wanted to take the initiative to surrender, but the gentry had already issued a message that his wife and children should be buried with him. Lu Qianhui was worried that the gentry would kill his family after he was imprisoned, so he gave up surrendering. So he packed his bags and hid with his wife and children. It's a pity that the gentry finally tracked down his whereabouts. The two confronted several times and failed to decide the winner. In the end, they could only make a promise of life and death. One life and death in exchange for the safety of the whole family."

Lu Mingtong's heart sank, and he felt oppressed for no reason: "In the end, he lost?"

Feng Ji nodded: "Yes, the noble gentry originally promised one life for one life, but he had already made preparations. After defeating Lu Qianhui, he bloodbathed the Lu family. None of the five members of the family survived."

Lu Mingtong said: "Why is he so untrustworthy! What happened afterwards? Could it be that he was allowed to leave swaggeringly after killing someone?"

Feng Ji said: "No, someone immediately reported to the officials, and not long after the government took the gentry into custody, the gentry hanged himself in the prison."

Lu Mingtong seemed to have a premonition of something, and his drooping eyelashes trembled violently: "Is the person who reported to the official my father?"

"Yes." Seeing his powerless appearance, Feng Ji patted him lightly on the shoulder and said: "At that time, Fengyun made Lu Yuanshan pass by here, and the two invited him as a witness to witness this life and death Decisive battle. The words I said just now are recorded in the records of Fengyun back then."

"So, the only one who knows the truth of the matter is actually my father..."

Lu Mingtong clenched his fists tightly. What did he discover at that time that he let the bat investigate this case that was settled more than ten years ago?

Lu Mingtong took a deep breath, and decided to start with the torn pieces of paper. He asked Bean Sprout to find the Fengyunlu that was released at that time for him. He held Fengyunlu in one hand and the piece of paper in the other. To the front, slide your fingertips lightly across the last line recorded.

All the way up to this point, it is indeed consistent with what Feng Ji said, but... Lu Mingtong squinted his eyes. On this piece of discarded paper, it happened to be the last line when the gentry raised his knife and fell. Whatever, you have to bring a brand new piece of paper.

Could there be another possibility, that Fengyunlu, which has been released, is actually different from the original story?