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

"Qin'an tragedy..."

He Weizhang muttered between his lips, and slowly reproduced the fact that even he didn't believe it, "Nei Qiuqianqing and Yang Dayong wanted to appease them. The city defense plan wants to bring down bandits..."

The voice of the guilty voice gradually fell, and the cell was silent, only the three beams of light cast by the transom moved slowly and steadily.

"really?"

For a while, Feng Lin's questioning rang out, but it became the last straw on He Weizhang's body, and he timidly dared not answer.

"On the first month of the first year of Longkang, at the turn of the old and new, Yang Dayong ordered the blockade of three coastal civilian ports on the second day of his tenure in preparation for resisting Japanese pirates. At that time, dozens of smuggled merchant ships failed to enter the port in time and were delayed at sea. In half a month, more than half of some fresh food products were lost, and among them was bat powder for asthma."

Hearing this, He Weizhang twitched his cheeks unconsciously.

Feng Lin continued: "One month before the Qin'an tragedy, the He family held a funeral for their two-year-old son. There was little movement and few people knew about it. Yang Dayong, who was then the magistrate of Qin'an County, brought his servants to send a funeral Gold, but you drove out people and silver together."

He lowered his head to look at the face that was only skinny, and saw the bone-chilling hatred from the layers of folds, and said word by word: "According to the author of the day, the He family's youngest son was born with insufficiency. He suffers from asthma. The merchant ship that was stopped outside the port was loaded with the medicinal materials that he urgently needed to save his life."

At this point, He Weizhang, like an extremely angry lion, suddenly exploded, and quickly fell to the ground: "Yes, yes! Yang Dayong killed my son! Xiao Tingzi was only two years old, and he just learned to call his father. His face was blue and purple, and the voice in his throat was Daddy, Daddy...I just watched him die in my arms, I, I can't do anything..."

"So you put this account on Yang Dayong's head. When he went out of the city to ask for help, you secretly stuffed the defense map into his bag, and then you came out to report the county magistrate for collaborating with the enemy." Feng Lin paused, insightful, "Yes or no?"

He Weizhang choked with hatred when he thought of the death of his youngest son.

Cang Lang didn't expect that there was such a tragic reason behind what happened back then.The world is not benevolent, rise and fall are caused by the suffering of the people, Cang Lang turned to Yang Dazhi, only to see the same bewildered look on his face.

He Weizhang wiped away his tears, stretched his neck and said, "Even if my son doesn't die, I can't teach him to fulfill his wish. Once the coastal defense is solidified, private boats can't get in and out, and expensive medicinal materials like bat powder are taken from the official market. Where is it?" Ordinary people can afford it? Yang Dayong must die, and the people above probably thought so, so they found me."

"The people above?" Feng Lin asked, "Sang Ji?"

He Weizhang raised his head slightly, and his tone was a little surprised: "Your lord doesn't know? Three years ago, it was more than one Minister of the Ministry of War who instructed me to do these things."

A wind blew on the ground, and Feng Lin's robe sleeves were blown away, he seemed to have a feeling: "It's Gao Wugui."

He Weizhang chuckled, and said, "Naturally, Uncle Guo put all his heart and soul into this incident, not just to take care of a humble county magistrate. At that time, Qiu Qian, the beloved apprentice of the chief assistant Hu Jingzhai, was relegated to be the commander of the Taicang Guard. , just happened to escort the grain and grass to Qin'an County. Frame Yang Dayong, implicate the swing, and let Hu Shoufu die in court by the way, his plan is very murderous."

Feng Lin bowed his head, like an embroidered spring knife piercing through his pupils, shining brightly, and the sharp light pointed directly at people's hearts: "You are so courageous, aren't you afraid that the late emperor will seriously pursue it?"

"The first emperor can't." He Weizhang knew that it was hard to live, and he replied more calmly: "This public case is full of flaws, but if someone is willing to intervene, Qiu and Yang will not be wronged until now. But look, my lord, in the past In the past three years, has there been any rumors about the Great Yan Dynasty Hall?"

Feng Lin wakes up: "What do you mean?"

After getting out of the prison gate, the soles of Cang Lang's feet are still vain, like walking on clouds.

"The first emperor was well aware of the grievances of three years ago. He knew everything. But at that time, the Japanese pirates were pressing hard, and the army rations were short. The batch of rations and grass that was escorted to the front line was filled with a lot of mold for no reason. The situation was tense. It is beyond our reach to transfer grain from other places, and the only way is to borrow grain from Gaofu’s grain fields near Qin’an.”

Cang Lang looked up at the blue sky and bright sun in a daze, and there were still flying scrolls of dust in the clear sky.

"It's just that Yang Dayong died, a swing was wronged, and he pretended to be deaf and dumb. He could exchange for emergency food and grass, and resolve the disaster of the war. In the eyes of the first emperor, this is not even a trade-off."

But as it should be.

Yang Dazhi escorted people past him, carrying the unique smell of decay in a prison.Cang Lang turned his eyes away an inch, and looked at Feng Lin who was standing on two stone steps.

In any case, like himself, he was once a chess piece abandoned by the late emperor. "Search and suppress Pingshan Cave, take me with you." Cang Lang begged in a calm tone.

Feng Lin lowered his eyes, and there was empathy hidden in his brows, and he only needed to look back to show his understanding: "Okay."

"I want to see what kind of wealth is exchanged for a lifetime of reputation on the swing."

The only crime that He Weizhang can write in the report is gathering a group to cause trouble. The saint handed over the power of judgment to King Yan as compensation for all the accusations he has suffered.And the essence of this compensation does not lie in He's humble life, but in the wealth he left behind.

The pepper sumac that was used as a gift had to find a way to get it back. Feng Lin approved the monogram on the silver book without even thinking about it——He Weizhang encouraged the Minzhou Chamber of Commerce to make trouble secretly, and this retribution should fall on himself on the head.

The Pingshan Grotto was built next to the mountain, and it was called the Cave, but it was actually a money bank dug deep into the mountain by the He family, specially designed to guard against looting by Japanese pirates at sea.

The circular village wall is surrounded on all sides, a long corridor with a depth of [-] meters runs through the head and tail, and the stone walls on both sides are dangerous. Behind each secret door is a storeroom piled with gold and jade, which contains the proceeds of the smuggling trade since He Weizhang became an official. .From the moment King Yan led his people in, the sound of silver coins clashing was mixed with the sound of abacus beads, until the gold fell to the west, it never stopped for half a day.

Cang Lang was not very happy, Feng Lin also saw it, and did not force him to stay by his side, but only told Liao Wuji to protect Mr.

Your Highness still has work to do.

"Can you still sit still?"

He Weizhang touched the flesh and blood on his cheeks, and smiled bitterly: "It's only a shudder away from death, and if you can't sit still, you have to sit still. Humans, whether they live or die, they have to be human."

Feng Lin sipped the tea carefully, without raising his head, he said, "You have something to tell me."

He Weizhang listened intently to the rumbling sound of the silver cart outside the door rolling over the horse strip stone, and there was not much nostalgia in his expression.After a short pause, he said slowly, "The Japanese invasion in Minzhou has been going on for decades before and after two generations of monarchs, and the fighting has become more and more fierce. Does the prince think it's just a matter of a few island thieves?"

Feng Lin stopped making tea, raised his head without changing his expression, and cast a questioning look.

"In the 33rd year of Qingyuan, there was an order from the imperial court that slabs were not allowed to go to the sea, and goods were not allowed to enter the country. Merchants had no choice but to turn into bandits. Most of the stupid Japanese were desperate coastal private businessmen. Not only that -"

He Weizhang slowly leaned back in his chair as if exhausted, but his voice was full of hooks and horns, "After the sea ban, the price of goods has doubled, and the price of some goods in the official market is ten times or a hundred times higher than that in the black market. The people have already suffered terribly. For example, my son died because of Yang Dayong’s order to close the port, but in the final analysis he was also harmed by the sea ban. The people have accumulated grievances and must rely on cheap goods from private traders to survive. How can we go all out when defending against the enemy?”

Feng Lin was thoughtful: "What do you mean, the key to solving the Japanese problem is not to strengthen the coastal defense, but to lift the sea ban?"

Hearing this, He Weizhang's empty eyes sparkled and dimmed: "Your Highness is wise."

"Yes," Feng Lin changed the subject, "The sea ban is a rule set by the ancestors, do you want me to follow the rules of the ancestors?"

"The qin and harp are not tuned, and the strings should be changed. [1]" He Weizhang said in a sharp tone, "If the ancestral system is unreasonable, you should memorize it."

Feng Lin lowered his eyelids, his expression was covered by the shadow of the lamp, only the string of red pearls in the rest of his hair shone with luster.

After a long time, he let out a chuckle in the shadows: "When the market is popular, the bandits will turn into merchants, and if the market is banned, the merchants will turn into bandits. He Weizhang, it seems that your years of sage books have not been read in vain. Four words will be your best test words. I am only curious about one point, why is it the king?"

He Weizhang leaned his hands on the back of the chair, and sat up straight with difficulty: "Today's Da Yan, there are too many people who eat vegetarian food, knowing where the root is rotten, but they dare not and are unwilling to say it. The prince is different from them. The square cage in the capital is not To be able to tame a wolf into a dog, to break through stubborn miasma and clear up chronic diseases, all you need is your wolf nature."

Feng Lin leaned over slowly, pressed his hand on the table of Huanghuali, his eyes were as hard as ancient wood, "You know that this king is a wolf and not a dog, but you don't know that the blood of a wolf is cool. Your son is dead, what to do with me, Why should this king risk everything because of your reluctance?"

He spoke very unfeelingly, and He Weizhang was not annoyed at the moment, he tapped his finger on the edge of the table for a moment, as if he was thinking about something.He stopped suddenly, and his panting revealed a bit of exhaustion.

"Is the prince really unwilling?"

The tip of his eyes didn't move slightly, Feng Lin ignored it.

At dusk, the floating clouds that cover the sun press down on Longqiu, and the sea breeze howls.Rows of huge waves crashed against the shore, like countless sea beasts breaking free from their cages, clamoring loudly to make the sky fall.

The noise outside stopped at some point, and suddenly, He Weizhang knocked the teacup to the ground.

He no longer had the strength to move, so he could only raise his hand and slap the back of the chair fiercely: "I am blind and wishful thinking! It's a pity that after a hundred years of history, there are only a group of conservative masters who can get by! He is a family fortune. Even if you throw silver taels into the sea and sink to the bottom, you will definitely not use them as a board to seal the country's gates!"

After a few short screams, there was the dull sound of the body falling to the ground.Several black shadows floated out of the wall like ghosts, surrounding Feng Lin.

"Go!"

The author says:

[1] "Fifteen Poems of Advocating Nao Songs? Twelve of them? Shangxie Pian"

Regarding the views on the origin of Japanese pirates, you can refer to the relevant content of "Twelve Lectures on Ming History". I feel that the speculative nature of history is still very strong.I've seen it all, please leave a comment