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

"How, can you confirm that Feng Yan is from Sangji?"

"Reporting to the lord," Yang Dazhi said in a low voice, "I have inquired about it in a lowly position. Sang Ji was a student student in the 37th year of Qingyuan. He lived well in his hometown of Biyang and had a lot of land. Feng Yan was a child servant who was appointed under the Sang family's door. , is very trusted by Sang Ji. Does the prince still remember the case of Zhao's father and son's double death?"

Feng Lin was completely hidden in the shadow of the tower, and when he lowered his head in thought, there was a little bloody light on the back of his neck.

"But the servants of the Sang family forcibly occupied the fields in the village, and released the dogs to kill the father and son of the Zhao family who came to ask for justice? A few years ago in the Jingcha, some people used this to impeach. It barely calmed down the incident."

Yang Dazhi answered yes, raised his hand to straighten his waist and held a knife, "The criminal servant who was sent to the imperial prison was Feng Xi, who later changed his appearance and became a chief bookkeeper of the Qin'an County Government."

The lanterns on the tower fluttered without wind, and the light and shadow fluctuated, making Feng Lin's face alternately bright and dark: "Chenghu Sheshu, how can you change your fate through Yin and Yang? Son of Sang, you have such a good ability to cover the sky."

Yang Dazhi smiled wryly: "Even places like Imperial Prison, where people are ordered to enter and where no one is ordered to leave, can be manipulated. It can be seen that Jin Yiwei is not peaceful. Your Highness has to be careful of himself when he opposes these people."

Feng Lin looked at the color of the low-end brocade clothes on his body, smiled and said, "This suit suits you, so you can wear it later."

Er'er's expression faded: "The news of Yang Dayong collaborating with the enemy was passed on to Xie Min by Feng Yan. The surname Xie really didn't know whose knife he made, because his confidant was the one who delivered the knife. No wonder Feng Yan was desperate at Kuichuandu He also wants to claim the life of this king. He is not afraid that Xie Min will be questioned, he is clearly afraid that the magistrate will not die quickly enough! Sang Ji saved Feng Xi's life, he can be considered a good dog if he can do this gone."

Yang Dazhi stared blankly and said with hatred: "The first thing my brother will do after taking office is to strengthen the coastal defense. However, if the coastal defense is stable, in addition to resisting Japanese pirates, the channel for smuggling military supplies will also be blocked. These people want to preserve their wealth. Lu, even disregarding the people of the three states in the sea border, and accusing my brother of collaborating with the enemy, so confusing right and wrong, what is the law of heaven!"

Feng Lin said indifferently: "In this world, black and white are inherently incompatible. If your elder brother does not die, they will die sooner or later. Everyone is for himself. This is the law of heaven."

These words made Yang Dazhi feel a little uncomfortable, he paused for a while, and Fang asked: "Sang Ji invites you to a banquet when he first arrives, is there any fraud in this?"

Feng Lin didn't say a word, and walked towards the loud boat full of guests without saying a word.He is wearing black clothes today, and a string of agate beads is the only bright color all over his body.

Yang Dazhi looked at Feng Lin's back, and suddenly said loudly: "My lord."

Feng Lin stopped.

Yang Dazhi took two quick steps, without crossing the line of yin and yang sloping under his feet: "There are two ways in the world, black and white, which one does the prince follow?"

After drinking for three rounds, the waves pushed the boat gently, and the host and guest were slightly drunk.

Feng Lin changed into his court clothes, and the five-claw golden dragon pattern embroidered on his body was the emperor's favorite. No one at the banquet dared to underestimate this upstart in the Longkang period.

"Ah Lin is here, a bunch of people are waiting for you, you should be punished!"

Everyone else was cautious, only a thin man walked down from the main seat without restraint, and hugged Feng Lin's shoulder affectionately.

He originally had a flat and unremarkable appearance, but without the huge eye-catching black mole around his lips, he could barely be considered handsome.Feng Lin glanced away and put on a smile: "Master Sang, long time no see."

Sang Ji responded with a smile, winked to the side, and said to Feng Lin: "You have only been away from Beijing for half a year, and the military department receives reports from the mansion every day, and it is all officials' impeachment against you. I will take care of those who cannot get along. Press it, it didn't take much effort, you have to drink this wine."

"What are you impeaching?" The little boy brought the wine, Feng Lin held the glass but didn't rush to drink: "It's just a few drinks with the surname Xie, are you going to beat me as an accomplice?"

Sang Ji smiled coldly——after Xie Min's death, the term "wing party" became a taboo in the court, and his former "mentor" was in danger day and night, and Pian Fenglin secretly stabbed him in the wound.

The ungrateful dog thing.

The more he scolded in his heart, the stronger the smile on his face: "Tens of thousands of taels of silver went directly into Taicangwei's account from the Xie family's private treasury. Who wouldn't praise Yan Wang for his impartiality? As for those impeachments, they are just officials You don’t have to take your bitter words to heart.”

Feng Lin said: "It's easier to be suspected of being part of the party if you don't leave anything behind. A yamen chief secretary named Feng Yan once said that there are many smart people who know the white and keep the black in the court today. It sounds reasonable to me."

Not many people present knew who Feng Xi was, but Sang Ji knew it well.He touched the moles on his face, the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally, and said, "Drink, drink."

"Click".

Feng Lin put the wine glass back on the tray intact, and with a little force, the arm of the boy serving the wine went limp.

"Lord Sang has known me for many years, you should know that this king never takes fine wine."

The air seemed to be frozen.All the merchants here are merchants who have traveled from south to north, and they are used to doing things with winks. Seeing this, some people raised their glasses and said: "I am toasting His Highness."

Feng Lin didn't even look at that person, she just felt noisy.

Sang Ji clenched the cup tightly, then loosened it slowly, pointed at him knowingly and said, "You, you are still the same as before, you are a thorny head."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the tense atmosphere melted like ice and snow.

Sang Ji sat back at the banquet, embraced the wine serving boy beside him, and caressed casually with white jade-like hands: "Tell me, how can we get rid of Feng Yan's matter."

Feng Lin followed and took the seat, and Long Wen showed a haughty air with his movements, sweeping away the turmoil in the table.He didn't drink alcohol, didn't move his chopsticks, and just stared at the ankles of the boy who served the wine with fascination.

There is a bell on the ankle, and it makes a crisp sound when it is moved.Feng Lin was distracted, thinking that he had already tied a chain for his husband, if he put on such a bell again, it would be nice to shake his body.

Sang Ji would be wrong.

Under his instruction, the pink-faced and beautiful boy walked up to him on his knees, and timidly put his hands on Feng Lin's shoulders: "The slave combs his hair for the prince."

My husband once combed his hair for him, but the literati's hands were very clumsy when doing this, and it caused a small pain from time to time.Feng Lin didn't hide, and squatted down to stare at him.The gentleman's neck is beautiful, almost as clear as fat jade under the sun, the wolf cub can't tell when, out of curiosity, he had the idea of ​​biting.

As soon as his fingertips touched the agate bead string, Feng Lin suddenly raised his sleeve, startling the little boy, and fell to the ground in panic.

"Master Sang, based on the friendship between you and me, why use these false tricks." Feng Lin waved his sleeve and then bent one leg, sitting in a loose posture, "I just want a few people from the Ministry of War."

Sang Ji frowned: "Who?"

Feng Lin said: "The group of soldiers who made trouble at the pier last time, aren't they still locked up in the prison of the Ministry of Military Affairs?"

Sang Ji almost forgot about this.

At the Kuichuan Ferry, Feng Yan wanted to take advantage of the chaos and kill Yan Wang, and then blame Xie Min, so that no one would pursue it further, and at least his old master could be preserved.But I never expected that after those military servicemen learned the truth, they would attack them in groups, and that's what happened next.

Sang Ji couldn't blame others, and in order to vent his hatred, he sent all those people to jail without trial.

"What do you want those soldiers for?"

Feng Lin shrugged his shoulders and said: "The emperor ordered me to speed up the renovation of the blockhouse, but he didn't say to transfer the money down. No one has no money, so I can't flatten the high-rise building. The group of trash from the Ministry of Industry love to cry poor if they don't have snacks, I'm lazy It's a waste of talking with them, so I can only hope that Brother Sang will save me."

The word "Brother Sang" seemed to dispel all grievances, Sang Ji's brows loosened, and he said with a smile, "So it's because of this, so it's easy to say. It's just that I can't be the master, brother, isn't there still Mr. Gao Ge."

He picked up the pot and refilled the wine, "Back then, in Songjiang Mansion's poetry case, you helped the old man get rid of his serious troubles, and you must give this little noodle."

No one knew when Bai Chifeng would let go of his hand, but only knew that Rui Mang was not inferior in the bright lights.The little boy's hand that was about to reach out to Feng Lin's neck suddenly retracted as if stung by a scorpion, and the cold touch of the hidden weapon brushing against the flesh instantly caused a shiver.

At a certain moment just now, Feng Lin seriously wanted to cut off the hand that had repeatedly overstepped.But then, he just picked up the bell that rolled down by his feet, got up indifferently and walked out of the cabin.

The things that the wolf cubs give to Mr. are never stained with blood and filth.

After the guests were gone, a person came to Sang Ji's side, it was the merchant who just tried to break out of the siege.

He said to Sang Ji: "After many years, someone brought up the matter of strengthening the coastal defense again. This little Highness's thoughts are really unpredictable."

Sang Ji said: "An unfamiliar dog. If it weren't for the elder Ge still relying on him in the court, why should I make false claims with him."

The merchant said: "The paperwork for the renovation of the blockhouse has already been approved, and the emperor has clearly ordered His Excellency to help. At this time, you should endure as much as you can. None of us can bear the crime of resisting the order."

Tired of touching, Sang Ji pushed away the little boy in his arms in annoyance, seemingly drunk and unconscious, but his eyes were sober.

"Don't forget that this official is here to investigate the bad debts of Fujian Province. There is no money in the three places, and I just know that I will be a fart with this official." He ordered the merchant: "Go and ask someone to sort out the accounts of each state. Send it to the hotel overnight, don't move a word, let His Highness Yan Wang see, Minzhou is so poor, where can he get the spare money for him to repair the gun tower."

Feng Lin had never missed that neck so much before, desperately, the bell was very hot in his palm.

The wolf cub's love can't be held back, just like a strong possessive impulse.He wanted to hang a bell for that person right now, listen to the intertwining of the bell and panting, and then leave his own taste.

The room was quiet, Canglang was taking a bath, only the brazier was still warm.

Mr. was afraid of the cold, so the hotel started to use charcoal in autumn, Feng Lin's eyes were sharp, and he saw the unburned paper scraps among the coke.

He turned his head to look at the biography of the dynasty that was about to turn over on the case. One or two pages were trimmed neatly, and the movements were very careful, leaving almost no flaws.

If it wasn't for Feng Lin's familiarity with the contents of those pieces of paper, I'm afraid it would be difficult to notice the strangeness at this moment.

Feng Lin's eyes changed color, and he put his hands behind his back, and the bell left a deep mark on his palm.

He clearly remembered that on the two pages that were torn off, it was the Songjiang Mansion Poetry Project that was a sensation during the Qingyuan period.

At the beginning, it is the name of Mr.

The author says:

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