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

What happened after the Nishi case turned this dream into a purgatory-like death.Cang Lang recalled every detail that terrified him in his dream, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Feng Lin stretched out his hand to hold him, but the fingertips were still avoiding in the dream, and his unconscious actions were nakedly showing resistance.

Mr. hated him, to the bone.

Just like the day when the officers and soldiers of the Dusi broke open the gate of the academy, those who paid the money were cleared, and those who were detained were detained. Mr. Xiao Wanshan and other academy professors were thrown into prison.The wolf cub went to the government office to beg in the rain, just to make sure that his husband was safe.

But he waited from dawn to dusk, and was frozen unconscious in the endless rain. In the end, all he waited for was a letter of apprenticeship brought out by Uncle An, an old servant of the Qiu family, who limped out of prison.

"The young master has something to say, the most regrettable thing in life is to let a wolf gnaw on himself. He and you will no longer be masters and apprentices in this life."

Mr. held the letter of apprenticeship written by him word by word and tore it face to face. The debris floated all over the sky, and when it fell to the ground, it was wet by rain, like white ghost paper.

Feng Lin was drenched all over, staring blankly at the sudden rain, Uncle An's mouth opened and closed.He gradually lost the strength to think, and the sentence echoed in his head——

"He and you will no longer be masters and apprentices in this life."

Later, Mr. Goodbye was the fall of Qin'an.Not long after Feng Linquan was reset, Emperor Qingyuan still had fear of him, so he left Beijing without authorization and rushed to Minzhou, thousands of miles away.But before he could say a word to his husband, the swing jumped down from the tower in an instant.

The heart and gallbladder in that look were torn apart, Feng Lin still remembers it vividly.

But luckily they are still alive.

Mr. fell into a lethargic slumber where he didn't know when he would wake up. Feng Lin stayed by his bed day and night, just waiting for someone to wake up and said, "Ah Lin knew I was wrong." Please don't want him.

Those people wanted to kill him after all they had done, implicated him, ransacked his house, they imposed the cruelest methods on him, and wished they didn't even leave a place for him to bury his bones.

Feng Lin has nothing to rely on, except this life.He tried his best to kill those Japanese pirates, until the sword rolled and the blood stained his lapel. When he finally cut off three thousand thieves' heads, he didn't think about the great future, but about leaving his husband with dignity after "death".

Perhaps in this way, the husband can forgive him a little.

But no.

Feng Lin was holding the edict in his sleeves, and couldn't change his bloody clothes, so he rushed into the bedroom impatiently. At that time, Mr. Wang was being haunted by nightmares, and he murmured, "Brother Wanshan, I'm sorry."

What he was ashamed of was Xiao Wanshan who died after suffering all six punishments in prison, and naturally he hated someone else.

Feng Lin clutched Bai Chifeng to death with his palm, and the dark red blood dripped down along the cracks between his fingers, dyeing the wreath made by Mr. even more dazzlingly.Feng Lin hastily stretched out his hand to wipe, but the more blood was wiped, it seemed that the jealousy bubbling in his heart was out of control.

Afterwards, accompanied by Mr.'s first whisper, amnesia followed.The big Yan Tanhualang who was only crowned in Jinghua back then became an idiot who didn't remember the past. Feng Lin was mixed with surprises, thinking that this was another chance God gave him.

When the master asked who he was, Feng Lin said, "Your name is Cang Lang, and you were once a young master of the palace."

Shaojun is mostly a taboo name for the forbidden.Feng Lin knew that Mr. Mi had misunderstood, but did not point it out.Those who are forbidden are possessed by fierce possession that no one can spy on.He wants his husband to be only a god in his own eyes and a delicate flower in his palm. If others covet them, they will be destroyed.

"Brother Wanshan!"

A loud cry interrupted Feng Lin's reverie, and the person on the cold sweat bed opened his eyes.

"Sir, wake up." He wiped the sweat from Cang Lang with a handkerchief embroidered with begonias. Since the swing was "dead", each of his handkerchiefs was embroidered with the same pattern, "I slept for so long."

Yes, he had a very long dream, long enough to observe clearly the love and hate of those three years, let him know that there is a difference between solid ice and cold iron.

Cang Lang's eyes showed exhaustion: "You also woke up earlier than me."

Feng Linxu held his hand outside the quilt, and pulled towards the wound on his chest: "Ah Lin has disappointed Mr. again."

As soon as the fingertips touched the soft flesh near the wound, they shuddered at first, and retracted almost instinctively, as if they were afraid of hurting him.But after a while, that hand pressed the wound without hesitation as if awake, and the resentment was vented at the fingertips, deeply embedded in the flesh.

"evil creature."

Feng Lin laughed, "I came here to tell Mr. that there is a letter from the capital."

The officialdom in Yanzhou has undergone drastic changes, and the void of officials and Caos has become the most urgent problem.

At this moment, there is still half a year before the spring of the next year, Hu Jingzhai and others took advantage of the situation and put forward the idea of ​​selecting talents from all over the world.

Those who are talented use policy theory as the key basis for selecting officials.The topic of the debate is determined according to the time, and the cabinet drafts it directly to the sage Zhu for approval. The official department controlled by foreign relatives has no room to intervene in this matter.

"Personnel power has always been the most valued by the two parties, why is Gao Wujiu willing to give in this time?"

The selected files were right in front of him, and Cang Lang didn't even look at them.The schedule of returning to Beijing was imminent, so he insisted on climbing the city wall to see the fortresses built layer by layer along the coast.

Lu Jubing, water warships, and several fast boats cruising the sea, and the strategy of Jin Ou, which Dayan has talked about for several years on paper, has only now taken shape.

"Sir, you know it well, so why ask."

Feng Lin stepped forward, opened the cloak and included Canglang into it: "At the beginning and end of An's must-writing, there are five-character and seven-character regulated poems, and the last characters of the seven-character poem are connected together. Playing Taiping. This sentence caused an uproar in the Qingyuan Dynasty, and Fuya Palace secretly killed hundreds of court ladies and eunuchs for this. Sang Ji was careless and negligent, and he deserved to die."

The tone was flat, as if killing someone was a very common thing for him.

Cang Lang knew it was not that simple.

In order to let An's grievances be revealed to the world, Sang Ji and others ordered bookstores in various places to print thousands of copies of the suicide note and spread it around.When the cabinet finally realized that something was wrong, the publicity of the suicide note had reached the point of getting out of control.The most unbearable secret of the royal family was passed on word of mouth by countless subjects who were kept in the dark. One can imagine the anger in the heart of the saint.

When Sang Ji accidentally erected a dangerous wall, Gao Wujiu also lost the right to speak in the court, and he would not give him a helping hand.

"How did Sang Ji die?"

"On the way to exile, he stumbled and fell off a cliff, and was eaten by wild dogs and died."

Just like the ending of Yang Dayong back then.

Cang Lang felt happy in his chest, he was so happy that he just wanted to laugh, he endured until his shoulders trembled, as if being blown by the wind, but also crying without tears.

Feng Lin took Cang Lang's hand and pressed it to his chest, his cloak was filled with his smell and his body temperature.

The kisses fell one by one, seducing the Gu worms to join in, a hidden longing submerged in the scorching heat.Cang Lang rumpled his robe unbearably, pulled out his hand, grabbed the protruding Adam's apple, and pressed down with some strength.

Since he is doomed to sink deep into the mud, the unbearable lust should also be controlled by himself.

Sure enough, Feng Lin's breathing became disordered because of this movement, and a voice escaped unconsciously from his throat, with a hint of hoarseness: "Mr......."

Cang Lang laughed so hard that his eyes couldn't reach his eyes, and then he moved his palm up, lightly supporting his chiseled cheeks.His fingers are slender and fair, against the bright light of red agate, it seems that the cold moon is also stained with worldly desires.

"My name is also among the officials who selected the materials."

Seeing Feng Lin's expression paused, Cang Lang's eyebrows stretched, and the gloom brought about by repeated defeats was swept away in an instant.

The purpose of hiding the beginning and the end of the poem is not only to win a mulberry book, but more importantly, to inform the teacher far away in the capital that he is still alive.Cang Lang gambled on the tacit understanding that has been handed down for ten years, I believe Mr. Shoufu will not fail to see it.

Hu Jingzhai did not disappoint him.

Although he only concealed his name and surname, and became a small disciplinary officer under the Metropolitan Procuratorate, he did not show himself, but he could play an important role in the triennial Beijing Procuratorate.

"Do you think the king will let you go, sir?"

"Your Highness will," Cang Lang rubbed his thumb, "In today's court, the two parties are in full swing, and His Highness, a lone wolf, must be struggling to survive. I can help you. It is also under one person."

Feng Lin fell silent, and there was only the sound of wind and different breaths between the two of them.

After a long time, "Conditions?"

"The condition is that His Highness will clear up my grievances, and let me return to the eyes of everyone with my true colors."

"Clean up your grievances," Feng Lin stared at Cang Lang, and solemnly said, "You don't need to do anything in exchange for it, I'm going to die."

Cang Lang let go of his hand, the skirt of his robe spun a decisive arc on the ground, turned around and stepped down the tower: "Also, to rectify the name of Xiaowanshan, when Huang Zhongchang abandons it forever, someone must pay the debt that should be paid."

The sea breeze was blowing hard, and not long after Canglang walked out, he heard the sound of horseshoes behind him.

Arriving at a high speed, leaving in the dust, immediately he was holding a gentle knife that cut people's lives.

Cang Lang has nowhere to support in this wind-like rush, but can only press against Feng Lin Fen's chest that is surging like a tide.He is like a dodder flower on a pine branch, so weak and helpless, but the thin vine protruding from under the toga easily entangles the lonely pine's life gate.

Feng Lin embraced his husband with one hand, kissed from the cheek to the side of the neck, bit down hard and resignedly, "Okay, deal."

The golden wind was suddenly strong, sweeping the yellow leaves all over the ground, fluttering past the insteps.Huang Deyong held the transfer order from the capital in his hand, and stood in the wind, turning his heart of congratulations from hot to cold.

There was no one in the courtyard, only Ah Li was sitting cross-legged facing the railing, holding a bagful of candies until he suffered from a toothache, before he was willing to stop for a while, peeking at the group of people in formal clothes under the stairs.

The wind was strong, and the little fireman close to Huang Deyong opened his mouth, couldn't help sneezing, and whispered: "Godfather, I have been waiting for half an hour, why is the prince still unwilling to let people out? Do you want to let people in again?" Pass it on?"

"You're looking for death," Huang Deyong cast a sidelong glance at him, caught a slight movement in the silence where the needles could be heard, and looked up at the sky, "Just wait, as long as we can get things done before dark."

Between the red silk lanterns in the inner hall, two figures overlap each other, standing in front of the Linghua mirror.

Cang Lang's whole body is neat, with snow-white fox fur embracing a bright red brocade robe, one clump is light and the other is thicker, the front buttons are a little undone, winding out a fine and delicate arc,

Since the outside of his house was exposed to heavy frost, and Lin was sealed with a pot of hot charcoal in the house, Cang Lang was soaked in sweat from the inside out.

Feng Lin held him, holding a ox hair silver needle in his hand, and treated that jade white with no distraction.Beads of sweat rolled down from the tip of his hair, Feng Lin wiped it off for him, and a begonia showed its beauty by the thumb, as if half-bloomed rouge.

"When a gentleman enters an official position, he should straighten his clothes and respect his gaze. The master taught me the truth." Feng Lin approached Cang Lang's ear and said in a breathy voice, "In this way, no one will see you here again. scar."

Cang Lang closed his eyes and felt it, wanting to scold him for "sinister".But some places were held by someone's hand, and he couldn't even find his voice for a moment.

The bright candles illuminate the autumn waters lowly, and the begonias are darkened.The Huo Zhe cautiously urged repeatedly from outside the window, Feng Lin finally ended this tug-of-war that had no real swords and guns, but the sharpness was invisible.He brushed Cang Lang's drenched hair away and kissed her.

He fastened the front of the official uniform for him, smoothed away every tiny wrinkle, and then firmly put on the jade crown for him.

Hearing a heavy sound, the door opened and the sky suddenly appeared.

Feng Lin took two steps towards the light, then turned around, and stretched out his hand towards Canglang: "This is going to the clouds and mountains, Ah Lin is willing to use his heart to protect Mr. Qianqiu."

The author says:

Huang Daban: Can it be done after dark?

gentlemen:?

Wolf cub: Heh.