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

dim sum shop.

A bowl of Yangchun noodles was served. The soup was clear, the noodles were healthy, and the taste was delicious. A few crisp green cabbages were lying in a puddle of oily water.

"Third Young Master, try it and see if it's still the same as before."

The first wife, Fu Qiuqianqing, used to be the third eldest in the family, and the servants in the family were used to addressing him as the third young master.Cang Lang tapped his chopsticks upside down on the table, and said, "Uncle An, it's not a good time to shout like that."

Uncle An chuckled, his narrow eyes were almost covered with wrinkles, "When I received the letter from Young Master Fei Ge, I still couldn't believe that after three years, you are still alive." Then he sighed again: "If Master Madam Quanxia knows, I can finally rest in peace."

Cang Lang didn't answer, he buried his head in pawing his noodles, the bowl was empty with a touch of grease on the corner of his mouth, and got straight to the point: "Where is the subordinate who exposed Yang Dayong's collaborating with the enemy three years ago?"

Uncle An got up and moved tremblingly inside on crutches. Cang Lang noticed that his left trouser leg was empty, so he started to fan the wind left and right.

After a while, Uncle An came out with a few yellow books, and said to Cang Lang, "These are the rubbings that my son secretly hid when he was a copyist. After receiving a large sum of money from the imperial court, he resigned and opened a dental office in the county, specializing in the sale of cotton and pig iron, and soon became the richest man in Fujian Province."

Cotton can be used to sew winter clothes, and pig iron is a necessity for making ordnance. Cang Lang thought thoughtfully: "It seems that this person is in the business of the Ministry of War."

Uncle An was not stupid, he immediately interjected: "I heard from my family, Li Ben, that this time Sang Shangshu of the Ministry of War came to inspect the accounts of the three places, and he was always entertained by the He family."

Sang Ji, Sang Ji again.Cang Lang fidgeted with a corner of the yellow book, and in a blink of an eye it was covered with deep and shallow creases.

"He came to check the accounts. Has there been any progress?"

Uncle An said angrily: "The world is as black as crows. The old dog surnamed Xie called Sang Ji a teacher for several years. If he said he was not a bird of a feather, no one would believe him. The emperor sent him down to arrest corruption. Isn't this a thief calling for a thief?"

Involuntarily, Cang Lang remembered that he had also been called Mr. Feng Lin for several years, most of which were during good times.From the initial resistance, he gradually became happy in it. Could it be that he, like that little beast, has found a new flavor from the absurdity of the teacher and the apprentice?

This would be outrageous.

"There is one more thing to tell the young master, maybe it will be helpful to you." Fortunately, Uncle An spoke in time and cut off Cang Lang's reverie.

"what?"

"King Yan intends to rebuild the gun tower at Kuichuan Ferry, and Sang Ji is here to assist in this matter. But half a month has passed, and there is no movement in the treasury of the three states, but there is a pile of bad debts. The county magistrates take turns The prince cried poorly and said that he had no money and couldn’t repair it. Two days ago, several batches of military prisoners were released into the prison of the Ministry of Military Affairs. Just because people came without food and pay, there were hundreds of mouths waiting for food out of thin air. Thinking about it, if the surnamed Sang is such a stumbling block, if you can get rid of him with the help of the prince, it might be a good idea."

It is not surprising that Sang Ji set up obstacles in the matter of coastal defense. After all, he has made a lot of money from smuggling military rations in recent years.Cang Lang was puzzled when Feng Lin became so concerned about Haiphong.

"Master, I forgot," Uncle An said hesitantly, "Three years ago, the Japanese pirates invaded Qin'an County, and they first landed from Kuichuan Ferry, where the coastal defenses were slack..."

The chopped scallions lighted with oil stars float on the floating white noodle soup, going up and down for a while.After being silent for an unknown amount of time, Cang Langfang called softly "Uncle An".

"Brother Wan Shan's Mingshou is coming soon, he likes to eat your Yangchun noodles, but remember he can't get meaty, don't put too much green onion in the birthday noodles."

After finishing speaking, Cang Lang stood up, leaning against the clear light of the window, like a cold jade basking in the sun: "My hands have never touched a weapon. Rather than killing people with a knife, I am more suitable for being a fisherman who quietly watches the fight between snipe and clam. Sang Ji is going to die, Feng Lin... can't let it go, tell Liben to pay more attention to this matter, and warn with dim sum if there is any change. But remember one thing, his safety is the most important thing in everything, and you must not take any risks .”

Uncle An sighed: "You still can't let go of the Songjiang poetry case."

"Let it go?" Cang Lang was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed: "The academy was burned, Wan Shan died, and even your leg was broken by a beam in the fire. Uncle An, Uncle An, tell me I, I hate so much, how can I just let it go and let it go?"

Of course, those absurd moments of losing humanity can't be brushed off.

Uncle An was stunned, he had served Swing for many years, and he had never seen the young master with such a cold and hateful expression.But Uncle An knows more about swings than anyone else. If he really hates him so much, any hairpin, a pair of scissors, even a piece of broken porcelain, can become his murderous weapon.The young master is not the person who can't cut blood as he said, he just hasn't made up his mind to cut blood.

"After the Qin'an massacre, you and Li Ben were able to survive and have a stable foundation. I'm happy for you. What happens in the future, whether it's heavy burdens or crimes, has nothing to do with you."

There are many turmoil in the rivers and lakes, and the waves come and go only in shadows, and the autumn colors of the land are incomplete, and the swallows will not pick up the beams.

"Ask the back kitchen to prepare a sugar figurine, use double syrup, and make sure it looks like Lu Fengxian."

"Thousands of troops and horses will be safe, so what's the difficulty in getting things out.

Looking around and laughing loudly, the heroes of the world are all in vain.All—in vain—but—"

Swing Qianqing finished reciting the poem shaking his head, then shook the candy man in his hand to the little radish squatting in the corner, "Eat this candy, and you will grow into a majestic general like Lu Bu."

Feng Lin frowned slightly, the little man always acted like a mature young man.The swing was so sad, he took a few steps and was about to get closer, but the little wolf, whose stature was not yet fully grown, but whose fangs were beginning to sharpen, was lying in the middle, and he was so frightened that he took a step back, as if the ponytail was also frightened pendulum.

"laugh……"

Thankfully, little luotou finally calmed down and was willing to speak, even though his mouth was a mockery of him.

Qiu Qian was ironing in his heart, and said fiercely: "Isn't it just a pain in the hair, the big deal is for the teacher to be gentle next time. Little people hold grudges like this, who did you learn from?"

"I'm not young anymore, I'm already thirteen." Feng Lin was expressionless, holding the candy figurine with both hands, the tip of his tongue swept over, his eyes were bent, and he quickly suppressed his smile.

The swing is facing the window and fanning, and from the tip of the tongue that is stretched out and retracted, one can see Feng Lin's restraint that does not match his age.The flying sand and rocks outside the pass obliterated his innocence as a child, and replaced him with a ruthless wolf nature. Apart from survival, he seemed to have nothing else in his heart.

Qiu Qianqing sighed, how could he know how much of this wolf nature was his own fault.

He put away the fan and jumped off the window sill, put his hand on his knees while holding the fan, tilted his head and asked Feng Lin with a smile: "Is it sweet? From now on, every time you promise to help you grate for the teacher, I will buy you one like this." Sugar Man, okay?"

Comb Baishunsui Wuyou, maybe just combing the grate can sweep away the bad luck and hostility of the little boy for the rest of his life?

"Sweet?"

The lips are parted, and the silver thread is connected with the sugar thread, which is warm, fragrant, and soft. The person feeding the sugar is a natural gem, which is hot and hard at the moment being rubbed by Feng Lin.

Feng Lin tightened his palms on the back of Cang Lang's waist, and the desire disappeared in his dark eyes, leaving only a heavy gaze.

"Monsieur seems to be out of the ordinary to-night."

Cang Lang leaned half-body, holding the mace undisguisedly on his heart, gradually fading away the provocation.One person captures another person's weakness, on the light gauze tent, this is a confrontational posture.

"Knowing that the prince is worried about the construction of the gun towers recently, Canglang has nothing else to do, but use small tricks to comfort your heart."

Do you comfort your heart?Feng Lin raised the corners of his lips lightly, and gritted his teeth with a cold light, probably trying to cut his heart open.

Feng Lin clasped that wrist, turned him over and pressed him on the couch, the hot breath wrapped in the sweet scent of sugar: "If you want to comfort my heart, sir, how can you just use your mouth?"

Canglang's ears burned red.

The sporadic fragments that he suddenly remembered in the sea breeze in the early morning not only gave him a chance to figure out Feng Lin, but also reminded Cang Lang: how many crazy things they have done as masters and apprentices. He wished he could cut this little beast with no regard for human relations into pieces.

But now is not the time.

Cang Lang tried his best to raise his neck, his chin reached Feng Lin's shoulder, and asked close to his ear, "What should I do, use Jieyou San?"

After he finished speaking, he obviously felt that the man's movements were stagnant, and he felt complacent, and said while the iron was hot: "I really have a way to solve the prince's current predicament, do you want to hear it?"

Unexpectedly, Feng Lin was insensitive to thanking him for his ingenuity, slowly raised a finger to his lips, and softly "hush" said: "If the master has something to teach, let the disciples go through the apprentice ceremony before we talk."

When the copper pot passed by, the seabirds fell asleep and woke up again, and after several rounds of ebb and flow, Feng Lin's "teacher apprentice ceremony" finally came to an end.

Cang Lang lay there, sweat soaking the bedding under his body, and he vowed that he would never accept apprentices again in his life.

I don't want to in my next life either.

However, Pian Fenglin started to ask questions at this time: "I heard that the master has a plan to solve the current predicament of the king. I don't know what it is, but please enlighten me, sir."

Cang Lang was so tired that he couldn't even lift his fingers, and he pinched the wolf's teeth fiercely in his palm, relying on the bursts of stinging pain to refresh himself: "If you want to strengthen the coastal defense but have no money, in the final analysis, it is not trapped in wealth, but trapped in people's hearts. "

When he opened his mouth, he revealed his hoarse voice, which was incomparable to the clear and smooth voice when he was giving lectures back then, but Feng Lin still listened intently: "What is trapped in people's hearts?"

Cang Lang said: "Official corruption has become common practice, and it has long been a chronic disease in the three places of Fujian Province. Although Xie Min's death was shocking, it was nothing more than a tickle to the moths who have been working together for many years. It seems to be clearing accounts and taking inventory of the treasury, but in fact, the recovered stolen money is not enough to provide food for the military servicemen. The so-called trapping in the hearts of the people is not as good as being trapped in the hearts of the people without fear.”

Feng Lin stared at him more and more deeply: "How can it make people feel awe?"

"Destroy their interests, hurt their actions, and frighten their hearts."

"Could you please elaborate, sir?"

Cang Lang closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes were like a mirror: "My lord, still remember the method of breaking the salary with pepper and sapphire?"

The author says:

What are you talking about? I have nothing to say. After two chapters, I was physically and mentally exhausted (watching a movie or BE), and I cried.