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

No one thought that the death of a little official would cause such an uproar.

In the early morning of the next day, the eight-hundred-mile fast transmission of the residence report passed through 21 post stations in the five guards, and three inspections were carried out by the self-inspector, the Huangmen, and the servants, and finally the sage's imperial case was presented at dusk.

The mansion newspaper comes from Qulangyuan, where the imperial envoy Sangji stayed, and it is the last writing of An Liben, a young official who died in the post.

The article begins with "The soul of the king thanked the emperor for his kindness, and there will be no worries in the lonely mountain after passing away".

"Xiao Ran, a poor scholar, has nothing to do. He was originally the order of the court, but he has become a fish in a pond."

The two words "dry rut" and "chiyu" are used very cleverly, which expresses the embarrassment of the little scale official caught between the government order and the officialdom of Fujian Province.And this unreasonable disaster, in the final analysis, is all thanks to the gift of pepper and sumu.

The words are sharp and the literary talent is brilliant. Since the first Taifu swing, there has been no such handed down work, which immediately touched the saint's love of talent.

However, knowing that the great talent he had dreamed of had just been pushed to death the day before yesterday, Longyan Dayue turned into thunderous anger in an instant.While the sage ordered the arrest of the murderer, he did not forget to punish the "instigator" Feng Lin for a crime of rash advance.

After the edict was issued, the officials of Minzhou saw a turning point.They realized that An Liben's statement seemed to shift the blame from the murder itself to an unreasonable method of extortion, and they could have found a bigger "scapegoat" for this matter.

Soon after night, memorials to impeach Yan Wang's disorderly government flew into the palace like snowflakes, and flew to the emperor's desk.This time, not only officials from the three prefectures competed to go to the sparse, but even voices of discord appeared in the capital.

Those powerful officials who have long been displeased with King Yan's behavior, because of the favor of the sage, dared to hide behind the various officials and point fingers.Now seeing Jun En's indifference, they couldn't hold back, and pushed themselves to the front of the stage one after another, wishing that each of them would spit at each other, drowning Feng Lin without a bright future.

not enough.

Sang Ji and his ilk wanted to muddy the pool of water even more.

The imperial envoy ordered that An's ancestral script be printed in [-] copies, and circulated overnight among scholars, farmers, businessmen, old and young women and children; the Minzhou Chamber of Commerce He Weizhang made a small statement of righteousness, saying that "Qingliu" could not die quietly, and he wanted to unite with the three prefectures. On the first seven days of the Shang Dynasty, there is a great festival for the scenery of Anliben.

In the affairs of the world, government orders can be changed in three years, and people's hearts can be changed in a day.Many people don't even know what the Pepper Sumu Blessing is, and they only guess the image of a mediocre king from the truth fabricated by the superiors, so the anger towards the murderer and the pity for the victims have all turned into hatred for the murderer and the victim. Dissatisfaction with the imperial family's disorderly government.

Wanmin's remonstrance book was published.People engraved the requirement of "punishing the culprit and killing the first evil" on the rotten wood and carried it to the city gate.One person shouted, and thousands of people obeyed, expressing a wish that was obviously untenable, but in their view, it should be taken for granted.

It's hard to say how much An Liben's "sincerely spoken" suicide note played a role in it. In short, watching the high-ranking prince fall from the altar will bring more satisfaction to the mob than executing a reckless man.

This is human nature.

At this point, the hearts of the ministers and the people are boiling. The sage planned to confuse the past with a "greedy advance" at first, but now it seems that it may not end so well.In desperation, the saint had no choice but to send Jin Yiwei to take Feng Lin into custody, and also ordered his personal companion Huang Deyong to go to question the crime in person.

When the news spread to Qulangyuan, Sang Ji Zhizi was thinking, when he heard the words, he pulled his lips into a smile, and the black beard on the mop trembled accordingly.

"Brother He, tell us about us. When we dozed off, someone handed us a pillow. The little official surnamed An contributed a lot. You have to do a good job for him in the public sacrifice in the future."

The one who played chess with him was the merchant on the side of the ship that day, his surname was He and his name was Zhang.

"Doesn't your lord think this is a bit strange? The military officer we sent to make trouble killed a 'Wenquxing' casually, and he just left behind a suicide note criticizing the current situation. All these coincidences..."

"It just shows what the people want." Once it was finalized, Sang Ji raised his eyes and said coldly: "The sage originally appointed Feng Lin to pave the way for his future. Who is to blame for this hard bone of Haiphong, which has caused resentment from the government and the people, and shame on the face of the people?"

Even though He Weizhang had doubts, he didn't say anything more, and asked with great interest, "Didn't Mr. Gaoge have the intention of wooing him before he came here? Why did he change his attitude so quickly?"

Sang Ji said: "He himself is useless. He made a Xie Min, which caused the sage to investigate the corruption of ink in Fujian Province. The elder Ge is very unhappy. Now he wants to build some gun towers, isn't that a clear tell Yan Guochaotang, he wants to draw a clear line with his relatives? Haiphong solidifies Jin'ou, hum! Hu Jingzhai has been clamoring for many years, and if Feng Lin wants to take over, it depends on whether others think of him or not."

The dispute between the two parties of Hu and Gao on coastal defense has continued during the Qingyuan and Longkang dynasties, and up to now Gao Wujiu and others have always had the upper hand.In Sang Ji's eyes, Feng Lin's act of abandoning the light and turning to the dark is not only stupid, but extremely stupid.

"Jin Yiwei is here, the battle is not small," He Weizhang sighed, "The group of mourning door gods."

Sang Ji didn't say anything, but was really curious in his heart, how the "Living Yama" met the "Sangmen God", how the world fell apart.

However, the facts were about to disappoint him.

When Jin Yiwei filed into the gate of the hotel, His Royal Highness Yan Wang was sitting at the desk peeling a plate of lotus seeds, which was the last plate of lotus seeds this autumn;

When Tiqi suddenly broke open the door of the wing room, he was calmly peeling the lotus seeds to remove their hearts.

"...I will be detained for trial, waiting to be dealt with, this is it!"

Feng Lin didn't hear what the eunuch said in a low voice.When the imperial decree was handed to him, he only glanced at it indifferently, and walked behind the screen with the lotus seeds in his hand.

"Have you heard all?"

Feng Lin twirled the biggest lotus seed and fed it to Cang Lang's lips: "Sir, the pen is sharper than it was back then."

They looked at each other, and each of them hid their understanding in each other's eyes.The "Desperate Letter" that reversed the direction of the wind and pushed Feng Lin to the forefront was actually written by Cang Lang.He and An Liben have been classmates for several years, and it is not difficult to imitate each other's handwriting.

In autumn, Canglang wore fox fur early, and his white collar set off his red lips, like a charm fruit, knowing that it is poisonous, but it makes people want to take a bite.

"Just wait and see." Cang Lang's voice was calm.

"Yes, the king is still alive, but," Feng Lin raised his eyebrows regretfully as the carefully peeled lotus seeds were not favored, "If the master eats it, I will teach you to fulfill your wish."

"Really?" Cang Lang's wish was to crush the person in front of him to ashes.

There was a smile on Feng Lin's face: "I dare not deceive my master."

The moment Lianzi opened his jaw, his callused thumb invaded his mouth, found the sliding tongue, and teased it with bullying force, forcing Cang Lang to swallow his body fluid with difficulty.

Even at this time, the little beast didn't lose his mind to make trouble.Cang Lang was short-tempered, and bit down without sparing any effort, and a bloody smell spread between his teeth instantly.

"madman."

"Thank you sir."

There is only one prison city in Qin'an County, which is subordinate to the commander of the capital. It is adjacent to the sea and connected to the islets.

Yang Dazhi was already waiting in the cell.

"I have seen the prince!" He cupped his fists and saluted, the bullfighting pattern on his robe had been changed to a flying fish, and he stretched out his hand to unshackle Feng Lin.

"Hold on."

Feng Lin raised his sleeve four or two times, and the iron chain dragged on the ground. He squinted sideways: "How could you break the rules in front of the noble envoy in the palace?"

The round-faced eunuch delivering the decree groaned in secret, took off the cigarette hat on his head that looked like winter melon skin, bowed his waist and said: "My lord has ruined our house. Before coming, the saint told us to keep our momentum. The little old man finished reading the imperial decree on his calf. They are all weak, let alone handcuffing you out of the embassy."

This person looks obedient and not very annoying, and he has a long-sleeved and dancing demeanor in his speech. No wonder Feng Lin sighs when he sees him: "Huang Deyong, serving the imperial court for several years, I can say that you have developed your clever mouth!"

After a few words, Feng Lin sat down in front of the long case, and got back to business: "How is the situation in Beijing, the post scolding the king may be buried in the military aircraft department, right?"

"More than that?" Huang Deyong gestured exaggeratedly, "Those saw-beaked gourds in the past are all showing their faces now, scolding so hard that the moat is about to burst."

Feng Lin raised his finger in boredom, and put it down again: "They clearly scolded the method of discounting salaries, but what they really feared was the construction of gun towers. Undercurrents surfaced, and once the strategy of coastal defense and solidification of gold and silver was implemented, the sage's heart It should be counted.”

It turned out that the investigation of corruption in the army was just a cover, and the real purpose of Feng Lin's trip was to test the depths of the temple for the emperor's brother who had only been on the throne for three years.

The Japanese invasion was rampant in Fujian Province, and Emperor Longkang had long planned to reorganize the coastal defense.However, many officials from the three places participated in the smuggling of military rations, and they naturally resisted the strengthening of coastal defense in every possible way.More importantly, the smuggling of military rations not only benefited local officials, but officials in the capital more or less got a share of it.Therefore, when it comes to matters related to coastal defense, there are always voices of opposition from top to bottom.

Whether Feng Lin kills corrupt officials or honors them, there is only one ultimate purpose in doing all of this, and that is to lure all those opponents who hide in the dark to the front of the stage.

It's all in shape, so we can catch them all in one go.

Huang Deyong hurriedly flattered: "What the prince said is that you have suffered a lot of grievances this trip, and the saints have seen it, and your future is still far away."

All the people who come out of the palace are human beings. Huang Deyong has been with him for many years, and he seldom speaks so blatantly. If it is someone else, it is time to thank him.But Feng Lin was not someone else, after hearing this, his face remained completely motionless.

I don't know how many people coveted the position of the top of the crowd, but he didn't care if he could reach out for it, but if the power can help him protect the person he wants to protect, then it doesn't hurt to sit in that position.

Feng Lin thought so, wrapped the shackles around his wrists slowly several times, and said: "The rewards are all here, I just hope that the emperor remembers what he promised me. The lives of Sang Ji and He Weizhang are at my disposal. "

For a moment, everyone present was silent, and it was Yang Dazhi who was the first to react: "Before An Liben's public memorial day, I have to wrong the prince to stay here for a few days. The eyes and ears of Jin Yiwei have been pulled out, and the humble official will do my best to protect you. Yu."

"Wuyu doesn't need it," Feng Lin tossed a book out of his sleeve, his voice was a little lazy, "Just use the punishment according to the picture on it."

The two people in front of them thought they heard it wrong, Huang Deyong stretched his neck and took a look, his face paled in shock: "Oh, my little Highness, this can't be done, can't be done..."

Yang Dazhi was still calm, but he couldn't hide his surprise: "The long-lost six punishments in prison, what does your highness mean?"

Feng Lin became more and more dispirited, so he simply leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and regained his composure: "What Xiao Wanshan suffered in the prison back then is now teaching me the experience. I promised that man that he would make his wish come true." of."

The author says:

Gu Yan, scheming, and an author with a bad brain are writing it, so I guess it really means a cold.I found one thing, every time when my mentality is about to collapse, what saves me is not the little angel's message, but the list task. I have thought about my retirement speech, and [-] words fall from the sky. I...you write while crying The logic looks really embarrassing...