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

Cang Lang's mind was very confused, before he could think of a response, he heard the report from the city:

Something happened to the storage warehouse.

This afternoon, mules, horses and carts were suddenly parked outside the gate of the storage warehouse.A few soldiers in military uniforms came down and poured the pepper sumac that they had just taken away a few days ago at the entrance of the alley. They sat on a pole and yelled.

"Grandma, I have been eating imperial food for 20 years, and this is the first time I have encountered such an evil thing! The good salary has been turned into pepper noodles, and there is no shop willing to accept it in a radius of more than ten miles. In this case, I praised this It won’t work if you go home with a rotten asshole! Retire and exchange it for silver.”

His voice was so loud that he quickly attracted crowds of people from the public family who came to pay his salary in lieu.Seeing that the narrow alley was completely blocked, the official in charge of the scales rushed out after hearing the sound, and found out after asking——

Just last night, the Minzhou Chamber of Commerce headed by He's House suddenly issued a notice, saying that in order to maintain the average throughput of the market, it will no longer purchase pepper sumac and other things from now on.

Pepper trees are also expensive, if they can't be sold off, they are not as good as dry wood that can light a fire in the backyard in ordinary people's homes.

The officials managed to figure out the reason for the fury of these people, but there was nothing they could do.He just took up the job of holding the scales today, and he has no power to support the military department, so he can only beg the military masters to calm down with a smile on his face.

Those sergeants were not good stubblers at first, and it was rare for a few days to meet a soft persimmon, who insisted on breaking into the banknote warehouse and exchanging spices and wood for their salaries.

Unexpectedly, the official is also a stubborn brain, blocking the door so that no one can enter.He moved his hands back and forth, and in the confusion, the official pushed his palm by someone, and knocked on his back on the stone threshold of the storage warehouse, and immediately shrank his body, his eyes were wide open, and he died!

"Where is the murderer?"

Feng Lin's robe sleeves blew in the wind, and he strode down the tower, Chi Xiaoyu trotted all the way to catch up: "Seeing that people were killed, there was chaos outside the storage warehouse, many officers tried to force open the warehouse door, and there were some who raised rice seedlings. .By the time our people arrived, the warrior had already fled."

He paused and asked tentatively, "My lord, do you want to chase me?"

"Stupid stuff." Feng Lin yelled softly, and smiled inexplicably, "The Ministry of War just evacuated people from the storage warehouse yesterday, and a murder case occurred today. Who is behind the scenes, do you need to think about it? This murderer, I see you chasing it in vain."

Chi Xiaoyu looked at his nose, nose and heart, and didn't dare to speak.

For His Royal Highness Yan Wang who was anxiously waiting to use his body as bait, the biggest headache was that the momentum of Sanzhou's denunciation of him was not strong enough.Last night, a notice from the chamber of commerce was flying all over the sky. Feng Lin had expected that there would be an accident in the storage warehouse during the day, so he specially ordered half of the yamen who maintained order to be removed from the scene.

It's just a pity for the little official who died innocently.

Feng Lin casually asked his name as he was paid for the house fire with his whole body white.

"My lord, his surname is An, and his first name is Liben. He lives in Lin'an Lane in the south of the city, and his father owns a dim sum shop, which is the one Mr. Wang usually likes to go to."

The sound of the wind pierced through the ears slightly covered the voice, Feng Lin frowned slightly, as if he didn't hear clearly: "What did you say his last name?"

The clouds cover the moon, and the moon wears the clouds.

The deep alley forced the wind tight, and a smell of shame came blowing towards us.The doors of the courtyard walls were uneven and close to each other, and Cang Lang held his breath and listened to the meeting. Fang deduced the location of Anzhai from the faint crying behind the door.

Entering the gate, the walls are desolate, and the spirit flags are seldom moving.

Uncle An guarded his son's body parked in the yard, his expression numb.His daughter-in-law died early, leaving only a fat idiot with mental retardation, sitting on a wooden horse and yelling "hungry" foolishly, not understanding what happened to his father's death.

In the past, Cang Lang could live a good life as Uncle An's family, but he never imagined that he could see him today, and he was so poor.

Looking at Uncle An's rapidly shriveled cheeks and dull eyes within a long time, Cang Lang's eyes were sour, and his voice was out of tune when he opened his mouth.

"Uncle An..."

"The third young master is here—" Uncle An raised his eyes bluntly, and suddenly gathered a little energy, "Why is the young master here! Be careful to let people see you. I'm afraid the hotel doesn't know you sneaked out, so hurry up." go back……"

"Uncle An!" Cang Lang choked up and interrupted him, "I'll put incense sticks on Li Ben."

When I was in Qiufu, Uncle An's only son was half of my companion.In Cang Lang's impression, An Li didn't have many words in his handwriting, and he wrote extremely well in small script, which was obviously more restrained and elegant compared with his own wild handwriting.

Uncle An felt the crutches, leaned on his arms and stood up vigorously.He refused Cang Lang's support, and his movements were even more sluggish than before. He moved very slowly to the spiritual table, shaking his hands to light the oil lamp that was blown out by the wind.However, the wick was damp and trembling violently, so it failed to ignite after several attempts.

Uncle An squeezed the fire pocket, turned his head and moved his lips towards Cang Lang, tears streaming down his face: "It's useless to be old, why didn't God take me away, but why did he take my son away?"

Seeing grandpa crying, the idiot on the side cried too, and the wooden horse creaked and creaked endlessly: "Daddy, daddy, I'm hungry..."

Cang Lang couldn't hold back any longer, and burst into tears.He took the fire folder from Uncle An's hand and lit the oil lamp, lit the incense, and kowtowed three times in front of An Liben's dead body covered with a straw mat.

"I'm the one who can't stand Liben." Cang Lang knelt straight, avoiding Uncle An's anxious hand to help him, "I was the one who killed him."

If he hadn't figured out a way to convert his salary into silver, these latter things would not have happened.

Uncle An was taken aback, shook his head for a moment, and said softly: "Eating the emperor's salary is a matter of loyalty to the emperor. He has received the imperial salary, and the key is in his hand. He should guard the gate of the treasury, otherwise what will happen?"

Cang Lang exhaled slowly, and asked: "Hasn't Li Ben been copying documents for people in the county government all the time? Why did you suddenly transfer the money storage warehouse?"

Uncle An said: "As soon as the government decree that the pepper and sumac salaries were discounted, the fat post in the storage warehouse became a hot potato that everyone walked around. The officials in the Ministry of War couldn't stand the idleness, so they wanted to throw the hot potato down. Liben received the transfer order last night, urging him to respond before dawn this morning. The business of the shop is sluggish. He originally thought that he could get a higher salary and subsidize his family if he entered the storage warehouse. Who would have thought it would take less than a day... ..."

"The transfer order, who issued it?"

Uncle An wiped away his tears vigorously, rubbed the hem of the coarse linen mourning robe vigorously, pursed his lips tightly and remained silent for a while.

Another idiot called out: "Big brother who is a soldier, he came to buy sugar man, he won't eat it, I will eat it... Ask my father if he used to know someone who often came to buy sugar man..."

Cang Lang's heart was cold, he turned to Uncle An, "It's King Yan."

Uncle An threw off his crutches abruptly, and slumped to the ground with a "plop", his withered hands like old wood suddenly raised above his head, facing the sky on his back, as if questioning, as if accusing.

"Imperial power is turbulent, how can I wait for ants to live? Ordinarily, it is enough to knock the bones and suck the marrow. This time, it is the lives of my grandparents and grandchildren! God, how unfair you are..."

The sad and cool old voice lingered faintly in the air, and was crushed by a gust of wind, followed by the ignorant nursery rhyme:

"Heavy rain falls, light rain falls.

The aunts on the street are so white-footed, they go up the mountain hand in hand, to catch the rats in the forest.

You catch it too, I catch it too, every mouse escapes..."

When Cang Lang left, he said to Uncle An: "I will avenge Li Ben's revenge."

Uncle An smiled wryly: "Young master is no longer the Taifu of Qiuqiu. You, like me, are mole crickets trying to survive. Living is already difficult, so how dare you expect anything else."

Cang Lang didn't answer.Back in the hotel, the lights in the east wing were on until midnight, the candles were beeping, and the ink was almost dry.

Since he narrowly escaped from the dead three years ago, he has been devoid of literary thoughts for many days. He almost forgot that Taifu Qiu was famous all over the world not only for his appearance, but also for his sharp pen that could stir people's hearts.

For Cang Lang, the pen can be used as a knife, the pen can be used to kill the heart, and the point of the pen is the person who took everything away from him.

"Where did you go tonight, sir?"

After running all night, he had to lift the curtain and get on the bed, when a voice suddenly sounded from behind, startling the drowsy Cang Lang.

"Your Highness?"

Moving closer to the candlestick, he saw Feng Lin lying on his side with his back to the wall, the candlelight reflected in his eyes, like a wild wolf quietly waiting for its prey in the dark.

However, the moment he met those eyes, Cang Lang felt a little subtle emotion in his heart. In this look, he faded away the anxiety of being a prey, as if the one in front of him was not a ferocious beast, but a wolf cub who was used to waiting for him to return home.

You must know that Grand Master Qiu is not always as well-behaved as he is now. In the past, when he indulged in mountains and rivers with Xiaokongshan and others, he was not at home for a few days.Even Uncle An said that with a character like the young master, he should be a hero in the world, not a bird in the temple.But every time he came back from exhaustion, he could always see a figure waiting in the hallway, curled up and not too big, but he didn't know when he would get up and fall heavily on his heart, becoming the concern of the knight-errant.

"Don't sleep, are you waiting for me?"

"Yeah," Feng Lin said nasally, as if she was being coquettish, "If you don't come back, I will look for you."

Cang Lang suddenly felt tempted: "If you can't find it, what should you do?"

"Then keep looking."

Cang Lang laughed shortly: "What if I can't find it all the time?"

Caught off guard, Feng Lin turned over and jumped up, putting Cang Lang on the head of the bed, and when the back of his head was about to hit the rhombus grid, he raised his palm to support him: "The king will dig every inch of this Qin'an county, and imprison him." Everyone who met Mister until you showed up."

"Crazy." These two words came to mind again, and the silence quickly spread between the eyes.

Thumbs caressed the corners of the eyes: "Is sir angry?"

The incense burner was removed from the room, and the refreshing scent of saponins and the smell of cedar on Feng Lin's body enveloped Cang Lang. He suddenly thought that Jieyou San hadn't been used in the hotel for a long time.And I don't know since when, Feng Lin only called himself Mr.

"No," Cang Lang touched his waistband, untied it, and got rid of the confinement, "An's only son died, I'll go and put incense on him, the sugar figurines in their shop, His Highness also likes it very much , isn't it?"

Feng Lin's chest girdle was lifted up, her slightly hot lips pressed against her chest, and her muscles were a little tense.

"An Liben's death..."

"It was an accident." Cang Lang took off the prince's robe inch by inch, kissed the side of his neck, and paused, "I can't blame anyone."

He has recovered his memory, and Feng Linyue also knows that An Li was transferred from the county government to get rid of his eyeliner.Cang Lang couldn't figure out why Feng Lin didn't poke him, but wanted to play with him.

After all...it's not just because of the word "love", right?

Feng Lin's absolute strength in and out quickly dispelled his doubts, and the waves rose and fell on the top of the clouds, still thinking about the time in the world.In time, the mansion report sent to Qulangyuan in He Mansion should have arrived in Sang Ji's hands.

Cang Lang raised his leg to signal Feng Lin to press down, stroking the sweaty auricles and temples of the wolf cub, thinking.

They are destined to be bitter couples until death.