Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Han Feng hadn't seen Lynch for a while, the parting last time was too shameful, and he didn't have much face to see Lynch, but today he finally mustered up the courage to come over, stood at the door, lowered his head, hiding Feel apprehensive.

At the beginning, Lynch's footsteps were steady, but he walked slowly and faster. Mr. Qi Shi, who passed by, only had time to say "Son...", and Lynch passed by, leaving only a faint fragrance.

Qi Shijun turned around dumbfounded, "What's the rush?"

Seeing the door from a distance, Lynch slowed down again, took a step by step to adjust his breathing, and took a deep breath before passing.

"Master Han."

Han Feng suddenly turned around when he heard the call.

The autumn rain suddenly stopped, the blue sky pressed the vermilion lintel like a wash, and the slender figure in the deep courtyard behind him showed an overwhelming beauty, Lin Qi smiled with his hands behind his back, and Han Feng felt something different from his face. Affectionate, as timid as wanting to speak but still ashamed, upon closer inspection, Lynch's eyes were bright, and how could he be a bit unfrank?

It was clear that he had love in his heart, and it was only adding love, Han Feng sighed softly in his heart, "Master Lin, are you busy today?"

The household department is not busy every day. Lynch put his hands behind his back and evaded, "What can Mr. Han want from me?"

"I am grateful for the care of my lord for the past few days. There is nothing I can do to repay Mr. Lin. The maple leaves on Fei'e Mountain are thick, and I hope you will allow me to borrow the red." Han Fengwei cupped his hands, and his black hair fell from both sides. Although the disease is still not fully healed, the tall figure in front of Lynch, even if he bows, he shows extraordinary majesty.

Lynch pursed his lips, turned his face sideways, and smiled vaguely, "Okay."

Han Feng sent the carriage from Guojiu's mansion to the Ministry of Industry halfway, and then rode his own horse. Lynch also asked his servant to lead his horse. The horse seemed to know Han Feng, and when he saw Han Feng, he went up to kiss him intimately. Touch Han Feng's shoulder.

Seeing this horse, Han Feng remembered the embarrassing incident that happened when the two of them rode together last time, and his face turned red.

Lynch led the horse, patted the horse's back, and said calmly: "Master Han is good at equestrian skills, he will never forget."

After the words fell, both of them were silent and blushing. Lynch spoke in an ordinary way, but after he finished speaking, he felt like he was flirting with Han Feng.

Han Feng and Lin Qi rode horses side by side and went to Fei'e Mountain in the suburbs.

The two of them remained silent, but the two horses were very good. They walked slowly and rubbed each other's ears from time to time. Han Feng was annoyed and pulled the rein hard, but the horse he was riding was also very tempered. Immediately, he neighed twice angrily, shaking his head and tail as if he wanted to throw Han Feng off.

Lynch was attracted by the silence, and smiled softly, "Why should Mr. Han compete with it?"

"Things that don't understand human nature." Han Feng said awkwardly, he still listened to Lin Qi, and relaxed a little, the horse really moved towards Lynch's horse again.

Lynch said: "Perhaps the time has come, why don't we fulfill them."

When animals are in heat, the fate is always irresistible, and it has to be relieved.

Han Feng glanced over the heads of the two close horses, "My horse is a male."

"This..." Lynch turned his head while talking, "My horse is also a male..."

His voice gradually weakened, and the last bit of the tail drifted into the air, making it hard to grasp.

Han Feng held the reins and looked at Lin Qi. The two were side by side. What he saw was Lin Qi's handsome profile. Lin Qi's appearance was not as feminine as Wang Xuanzhen's. The sharp arc hides arrogance.

Han Feng withdrew his gaze and had no other distractions.

The maple leaves on Fei'e Mountain are a splendid sight in the suburbs of Beijing, and there are countless people who go up the mountain to see the maple leaves. Han Feng and Lin Qi tied their horses to the tea shed at the foot of the mountain to be guarded, and they walked up the stone steps together.

It just rained last night, and dense moss appeared on the stone steps. Han Feng paid attention to his feet and said to Lin Qi: "Lord Lin, be careful of slippery roads."

"It's okay," Lin Qi buried his head in the paperwork at the household department all day long, and because of the rain, he hasn't gone out for a walk like this for a long time. He found it interesting, took a deep breath, and smiled at Han Feng, "The mountains are fresh, It's refreshing."

Han Feng was dazzled by that smile, and smiled back, "After days of autumn rain, today is finally sunny."

The sunlight was cast from the lush trees, and the shadows and overlapping light spots on the stone steps were very interesting. Someone beside him seemed to rush past Lynch, and Lynch was hit on the shoulder. The person slipped slightly on one side, Han Feng kept paying attention, and immediately stretched out his hand to firmly embrace Lynch, "Be careful."

Han Feng's arms are very strong, and the hoops on the shoulders give people a strong sense of security. Lin Qi lowered his head slightly, "Thank you." He felt the faint smell of medicine on Han Feng's body again, and took another look at Han Feng, "Han Feng My lord, are you still sick?"

"Hurry up." Han Feng let go of his hand, without saying a word, quietly walked to Lynch's right side, letting Lynch lean against the side of the railing, so that no one would push Lynch.

As we went up, there were fewer and fewer people. Hearing Lynch's breathing gradually became a little more rapid, Han Feng stopped in his tracks and said to Lynch, "Let's go here."

Fei'e Mountain is full of maple trees, and there are countless pavilions from the stone steps to the fork, which is suitable for family and friends to enjoy the scenery and discuss poetry.

Han Feng led Lin Qi into a secluded pavilion, but no one occupied it, so he raised his sleeves and wiped the stone bench with the sleeves.

"No need," Lynch hurried over to stop Han Feng's hand, "Just sit like this."

Han Feng tilted his head and smiled, "It's cold on the mountain, and the surface of the stool is covered with frost. If you don't wipe it clean, it will be bad if you wet your pants later."

Lin Qi stood at a loss, Han Feng quickly wiped a stone bench clean, and said to Lin Qi, "Sit."

After Lynch sat down, Han Feng hastily wiped another stone bench and sat down too.

The pavilion is surrounded by maple trees, and the maple leaves are so red that they are purple, falling down layer by layer, and the whole world is darkened in this redness.

Lin Qi raised his head and couldn't help admiring: "The red leaves and green mountains are more than a little bit better than the spring scenery."

With a fair face against the beautiful scenery, and eyes bright and clear, like frost and snow, Han Feng thought silently in his heart: He is proud of nature, and he does not know how much better than the red leaves and green mountains.

"As long as Mr. Lin likes it," Han Feng said.

"Master Han called me by my name when he was ill in Lin's residence before," Lynch said slyly, "Why do you have to be so born now?"

Han Feng choked.

Lynch's temperament is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. Han Feng has never been arrogant to him since his rebirth, and has always been respectful to Lynch. The two did not have conflicts from the beginning like in the previous life. I was able to see Lynch who stripped off his cold and arrogant appearance, and he also loved to laugh, kind-hearted and soft-hearted.

Han Feng's throat was slightly hot, and the word "heavy weight" rolled on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it back, "Master Lin just joked."

Lin Qi didn't retreat because of Han Feng's evasion, but said with great interest: "Master Han, you and I are friends now, and we are always commensurate with official positions, so it's not unavoidable. Don't you know Mr. Han's fine print?"

Han Feng was born in poverty, and his name was chosen randomly, and there was never a small print.

After becoming an official in the court, he didn't care about this matter until... after Lynch's death.

Han Feng, the word Zifei.

Memories of the previous life flooded into Han Feng's heart, and Han Feng's heart trembled, but his face was full of awe, "Master Lin, do you want to——enter the Ministry of Punishment?"

Lynch was completely stunned.

No matter which direction the fate of Han Feng is, it must be the Ministry of Punishment that cannot be avoided. The words life and death are like labels attached to Han Feng.

As for Lin Qi, who worked hard in the household department and was only one step away from becoming the secretary of the household department, but he was a poor man who died unjustly. The rabbit died and the fox was sad. His death aroused Han Feng, a powerful minister who wanted to stand at the peak of power and not be a mermaid. heart of.

Lynch never really grasped the double-edged sword of power in his whole life.

Han Feng thought that he would protect Lin Qi, use all his scheming to plan to protect Lin Qi under his wings, and find peace for Lin Qi for a lifetime, he can do it.

But he doesn't want to.

Lynch—he should be famous and known to the world, instead of being protected and bound by his wings in ignorance.

There is no kind of general, who can't do it!

"Ministry of Criminal Justice..." Lynch bowed his head in thought. Han Feng will definitely go to the Ministry of Criminal Justice. It would be nice if he followed Han Feng to the Ministry of Criminal Justice. It would be nice to be able to look at him. According to the character set of 'Lynch', in fact, he also has a desire for power in his heart. .

For those who study hard to become an official, who doesn't want to make contributions and rule the world?

Lin Qi was silent for a moment, then raised his head and smiled slightly at Han Feng who was staring at him, "Master Han, how can such a thing be done if you think about it?"

Han Feng felt relieved, and a smile appeared on his serious face, "To be honest, there is a noble person who values ​​me and can help me enter the Ministry of Criminal Justice. I think I am alone, and the road ahead is always in fear. Mr. Lin, you."

Lynch said, "Why me?"

Han Feng looked away and looked at the bright red maple in front of him, "Master Lin, why did you pass by the uncle's mansion?"

The breeze was blowing, the maple leaves were swaying, Lin Qi and Han Feng looked at the same scene, they were silent, a tacit understanding was quietly growing between the two, the friendship between gentlemen was as light as water, silently and secretly turbulent.

The two looked at it for a while, until Han Feng heard the sound of someone coming from a fork in the road, and then Han Feng got up and proposed to go down the mountain.

The tea shed at the foot of the mountain laughed when they saw them, "You two young masters, you have come back, if you don't come back, we will not be able to pull those two horses away."

It turned out that after the two left, the waiter in the tea shed took advantage of the opportunity to lead the two horses to the same post. The two horses were close to each other, and they licked and licked together with their heads and faces touching. Unknowingly, the reins were entangled. , inseparable.

Han Feng stepped forward and grabbed his horse, and said coldly, "You bastard, you're not being honest!"

The horse also seemed to feel that Han Feng was really angry, and moved the horse's head away resentfully, quite reluctantly.

Lin Qi also brought back his own horse, rewarded Xiao Er, patted the horse's back, and said to Han Feng: "Master Han, don't be angry, it's nothing."

Han Feng had high demands on his brothers and mounts, and he didn't want them to be ashamed in front of Lynch.

For this reason, he drank medicine and had needles every day, and now he has successfully become a good man with a pure heart and few desires.

Damn beast, don't do it again.