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

The big bell in Jianghaiguan rang, one near and one far away, dragging my thoughts repeatedly.The distance between time and space seemed to no longer exist, and Cang Lang heard the sound of tides, fighting, the boom of the city gate being knocked open, and the angry roar of Yang Dazhi holding the bloody corpse in his arms.

Noises filled his head one after another, oppressing his nerves to the limit, Cang Lang was about to collapse.

At this moment, a voice broke through the crowd, and persistently shouted in his ear: "Sir...Sir, look at me..."

Cang Lang moved his lips and couldn't call out for help, his chest heaved violently, his front and back were soaked in sweat, and there were still large beads of sweat rolling down the side of his neck.

The voice suddenly sank: "Go get Jie You San!"

"It's useless, you should remember it, you will always remember it, you can't hide it from him for a lifetime with a few incense pills." A female voice said coldly, Cang Lang recognized that it was Yu Feirou.

"I don't say good things twice, don't force me."

Yu Feirou seemed to be resentful, and her tone suddenly raised: "He caused you to live outside the customs, and it was difficult to return home. How many times your life was hanging by a thread, and your life was worse than that of a wild dog. Now if you forget one sentence, you will be at ease for the rest of your life. What? How can there be such a cheap way in the world—"

The complaint was not over, the last word dissipated in the violent coughing sound, she seemed to be stuck in her throat by something.

"It's not up to you, an outsider, to talk about the matter between Mr. and me. Jieyousan, give it to me." There was a hint of sinisterness in that voice, which made people feel chills.

Living outside the customs, unable to return home?Cang Lang listened to the conversation without saying a word, like a child who was first enlightened, trying to piece together his leading edge from these words shattered by anger.

Gradually, the chaos seemed to be torn open, but at this moment, the seemingly absent fragrance of Jieyousan suddenly wafted in the room.

In the blink of an eye, Cang Lang's heart suddenly brightened——

In the past three years, whenever he remembered something, a similar aroma would always diffuse from his nose.And then, the memory of the dead sea for many years was only restless for a while, and then it was quiet again.

Could it be this fragrance...

Cang Lang tried his best to break free from the prison of darkness, he opened his eyes, resisted the severe headache, propped his elbows and stretched out his arms, his muscles tensed to reach for the incense burner.

With a sound of "Boom", the powder scattered, Feng Lin and Yu Feirou were startled.

Feng Lin woke up, let go of Yu Feirou who was full of panic, and rushed forward to hold Cang Lang's hand that was left outside the edge of the couch: "Sir, are you awake?"

"Don't let me smell that incense." Cang Lang said weakly and firmly: "Take it away."

Feng Lin was startled, and quickly squeezed his hands tighter, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, this incense can cure your illness, and the headache will soon be gone."

He was a few years younger than himself, but at this moment, he seemed to be coaxing an innocent child.Cang Lang was always deceived by such illusions in the past, and his teeth itch with hatred, but now he has no strength to resist.

The faster the medicinal powder spilled on the ground, the more intense the aroma would be, and Cang Lang bit the tip of his tongue to no avail, as if something was being stripped from his mind.He grabbed the corner of Feng Lin's robe and tried his best to raise himself up.

"Please, remind me."

He didn't want to be that poor wretch of unknown origin anymore.

"I want to know who I am, please..."

Looking at the person in front of him who was pleading silently, Feng Lin's eyes changed a lot in an instant.He withdrew his gaze and slowly moved towards the Kongming Lantern placed on the table.

Xu Yu smiled lightly: "Mr. once lit such a lamp for me with his own hands. May I be safe and sound every year. When the dream wakes up and the rain will stop, let's go to the beach to put the lamp together, okay?"

The aroma gradually thickened to the point that it could not be melted hit the consciousness, cruelly cutting the last straw.Cang Lang's desperate and mournful eyes became slack, his lips were sealed, and he fell into the eternal night in an almost pious kiss.

The bell rang for a long time, but the waves subsided, leaving only the slanting rain and wind outside the window as before.

Feng Lin brushed Cang Lang's wet hair aside, compared to looking up at his Changshengtian, his lowered gaze was more caressing.

After staring at it for an indeterminate amount of time, Feng Lin finally left the couch and walked to Boss Yu who was still slumped on the ground.

Yu Feirou's breathing was disordered, and the finger marks on her neck were prominent. The suffocation that had just grabbed her throat had not dissipated for a long time. At that moment, she clearly felt Feng Lin's killing intent.

"You want to kill me?" Yu Feirou raised her face in disbelief, her temples slanted, "We grew up together, and we lived and died together. When you were outside the pass, you could rescue me from the wolves without even risking your life." Me, now you actually want to kill me."

Feng Lin said: "This king said, if anyone dares to do harm to Mr., I will not spare him. This king is not good at medicine, and he also knows that people who have been severely injured are the most vulnerable to retrograde qi and blood. Don't think that this king can't see it. What you wanted to kill was his life just now."

Yu Feirou was dumbfounded, and for a moment burst out a mournful cry: "Feng Lin! Hiding a traitor is a death penalty in Dayan. If someone finds out, you will die!"

"Since that's the case," Feng Lin said without emotion in his voice, "Boss Yu can be the first to make a report. If the king is convicted, many people in the court will be happy to see it happen."

Yu Feirou sobbed silently, the vigor and unrestrainedness of the past twenty years collapsed in an instant in this man's words. "Am I willing to..."

She lowered her head slowly, tears flowing wantonly, "How can I give up."

Cang Lang woke up three days later.

Feng Lin sorted out the official documents notified to the cabinet, and on the left hand side of the account book was a gold foil greeting card, and on the corner of the table was the Kongming lantern he brought back from the outside that day.The light gauze tent, the written prayer, is a small script with a thin skeleton.

"I hope that the water of the Canglang will be clear and wash my tassels forever."

The side with writing was just facing the head of the bed, Cang Lang saw it, and sneered in his heart.

"Mister is awake?"

Cang Lang's eyes flickered, and he turned his face for a moment, half angry and half resentful: "My head hurts after being split into eight petals, what's wrong with me?"

Feng Lin didn't move between his brows, his brown pupils were unusually calm, and seemed to be a bit tentative: "It's been rainy for several days, and the head of the Canglang has a bout of wind, and I passed out in the Zuixian Tower."

He's been using the same excuse for years.Cang Lang let out an "oh" and said, "After sleeping for so long, I'm hungry. Is there anything I can eat? Zuixianju's pastries are the best."

Feng Lin said "I'll get it", and stopped suddenly when he walked to the door: "That day the king once said, "Canglang, let's go to the beach to put lights on after the rain stops, and you haven't answered yet."

Cang Lang turned his face away and asked a little confused: "When did you say that, why don't I remember?"

Feng Lin paused, and a faint smile spread on his lips: "It's okay, just let me say it again today."

After the person left, the mist in Cang Lang's eyes quickly dissipated, and he sneered slightly inaudibly:

This little prince is indeed thoughtful, but his mistake is that he shouldn't treat others as fools.

Cang Lang slowly stroked the wolf teeth on his neck, and he was already convinced that he was the swing that fell from the tower three years ago.It's a pity that the memory is broken at both ends. From Qingyuan 46 to Longkang three years, these ten years are still blank for him.

The rain stopped, the sky was still cloudy, and just after You Hour, the house was lit with lights.The goose-yellow light shone on the gauze palace lantern, blurring the edges and corners of the writing, and smudged the gentleness of the mind.

He once pushed Feng Lin to hell with his own hands;

Feng Lin also tried to make him eternal;

But now they are still alive, and they even spend time together day and night, doing the most intimate thing in the world.

What's going on here?

Feng Lin carried the pastry and walked in the corridor of the hotel.

"My lord, are you awake?" the deputy general Chi Xiaoyu asked behind him.

Feng Lin said "Hum", but didn't respond.

"Then he," Chi Xiaoyu seemed worried, "does he remember anything?"

Feng Lin stamped his feet, turned to look at the lieutenant general: "What do you all want him to remember?"

Chi Xiaoyu's expression froze, and he lowered his head in panic: "The last general has no such intentions. I just don't want my husband and lord to lose their friendship and lose your affection for these years."

Feng Lin continued to walk forward, the green and red threads on the square cake were cleaned off, only the rest was as white as frost and snow.

He said: "As long as my husband is by my side, he can love or hate me, and I will not be disappointed."

Seeing that Cang Lang woke up, his face and appetite were so good that he didn't look like someone who had been ill, Feng Lin finally calmed down a little and freed up his hands to take care of business.

The case of Xie Yin's corruption of ink caused great shock in the court.The mere county magistrate of Jiupin had exploited millions of military expenses in seven years. Emperor Longkang was so furious that he issued several imperial edicts, ordering people to continue to thoroughly investigate the bad debts of the Minzhou government.

What is intriguing is that the Holy One clearly approved of the handling of the corrupt ink case, but he did not continue to entrust important tasks to Yan Wang, the greatest hero in handling the case.

Those who have good things will selfishly speculate on the holy will, and for a while, gossip and gossip are all over the city.Before Feng Lin got any better, the reckless Chi Xiaoyu couldn't sit still.

"Your Majesty, what is the meaning of this? Our errands are handed over to others. Don't you tell the court clearly that the prince has no heart?"

Not sure.

Feng Lin knew very well that military and political corruption was not a problem that was only exposed during Longkang's reign. "The corrupt officials are as greedy as flies and gnats tend to decay, and ants are attracted to fishy smells" [1], which has long been a chronic disease that has plagued several generations of kings in Dayan.The three places in Fujian Province are related to coastal defense, and they are the hardest-hit areas of corruption. Anyone who interferes will inevitably become the target of hatred.

The emperor's refusal to entrust him with this errand was out of protection for him.Feng Lin was very aware of Brother Huang's good intentions, but when he thought of the real reason behind this painstaking effort, not only could he not be grateful, but he felt faintly disgusted.

Naturally, these words cannot be said by Vice General Chi, Feng Lin said in a flat voice: "Hasn't the Emperor approved the renovation of the blockhouse, and we will stay in Minzhou for a long time, what are you in a hurry for?"

Chi Xiao smiled stupidly, and muttered in a low voice: "No money, no one, what can I use to repair it. The prince has hired me for a good job, and he is talking..."

Feng Lin's eyes turned sideways, "What did you say?" Huaiying, who was snuggling at her feet and drowsy, suddenly stood up, and Lieutenant General Chongchi showed off her fangs that hadn't been picked after eating the meat.

Chi Xiaoyu was so aggrieved, but he couldn't handle those two shining teeth, so he had to change the subject: "Your Majesty, do you know who is the person sent by the court this time?"

Feng Lin pouted at the case: "here, didn't the post to invite me to Hongmen come?"

Chi Xiaoyu said: "The final general will be prepared by someone."

"There's no rush," Feng Lin said, "Before going to the banquet, I'm going to meet someone first."

The author says:

Feng Lin: Oh yeah, sir, I don't think about it, and I can live a few more days;

Cang Lang: Fight with me as a teacher, boy, you are still young;

Huai Ying: Day N+1 of thinking about Ah Hua;

Chi Xiaoyu: I am the only co-author at the bottom of the food chain...

[1] Ye Sheng's "Shuidong Diary Excerpt III"