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

"My dear brother, my brother has passed away in a thousand years. I don't remember the past. I have been separated from my brother forever without seeing any sadness. It is really my fault. I cried deeply today. I hope you don't blame my brother."

The Town God's Temple has been deserted for a long time, and the incense has withered, and few people usually come to it.Xiao Wanshan's memorial tablet was mixed with a group of out-of-the-ordinary households, and he didn't even dare to write all the names, and he didn't have to worry about being discovered.Cang Lang put the three animals of melons and fruits on the confession case, and kowtowed three times firmly.

He straightened up, wearing a green fox jacket, and the Zhenggu pen was as good as before, but it's a pity that the eyes of the autumn water are no longer flying like before.

"I'm here today, and I have one more thing I want to ask Brother Bingming. King Yan and Ah Lin are not the culprits of the Songjiang poetry case, the instigator is actually someone else."

The case of "Guitou Mi" surfaced, and Emperor Longkang ordered to rehabilitate those officials who were wronged because of the monk's denunciation in order to appease the hearts of the people.

Originally, Cang Lang thought that this was a good opportunity to rectify Brother Wan Shan's name. He wanted to take this opportunity to revisit the case of inverse poetry back then, but was blocked by the chief assistant Hu Jingzhai——

"Xiaowanshan fell to the bottom when he was in the limelight. It is said that he did not know how to turn around and offended the powerful, but it was not the case. He was the number one scholar in the late emperor's handwriting. There is only one reason why the holy will plummeted overnight, and that is He defied the holy will."

"I am determined not to know that my elder brother was involved in the Fuya Palace massacre. That year, the [-]-year-old servant, slaughtered all night, and involved a hundred lives. How can you and I easily touch the royal secrets that were suppressed. It's a pity that I know too much. In the evening, I failed to stop my elder brother, and even if my elder brother returns to seclusion in the future, he will still be unable to escape the fate of cutting grass and roots."

Lips ordered some wine, and the rest was spilled on the mud floor, Cang Lang sat cross-legged on the futon, Yuan Ran thinking about his thoughts.

In the winter of the 35th year of Qingyuan, Fuya Gongxuan concubine became pregnant, and the emperor was overjoyed, so she moved into the Nuan Pavilion of the Palace of Qinzheng, and was taken care of by the imperial palace staff.Concubine Xuan is clever and has a little proficiency in writing, and the occasional incident of adding fragrance to the red sleeves wins the emperor's heart.

During the three-year prince's school examination, the first emperor personally selected questions to examine the economics and insights on the distinction between "style and law".On that day, the two parties were arguing over the matter of reform, and the princes had to hesitate again and again before writing, lest they would be suspected of "forming a party for personal gain".

Emperor Longkang, who was currently the crown prince of the Eastern Palace, broke the stereotype of competition between body and law with the words of "body and law, embellishment of peace".

However, when such a wonderful answer sheet was submitted to the imperial case, Emperor Qingyuan was not as surprised as expected. He just took a pen and wrote the word "Cai" on the sheet, and then put it aside.

There are rumors that the late emperor was afraid of the power of his relatives in his later years, and had the idea of ​​easy storage. This time the school examination is plainly a test of the prince's position.Dong Gong's answer was undoubtedly in line with the emperor's taste, and the word "cai" also dispelled the rumors.But after the fight, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the first emperor seemed to be even more alienated from the prince.

What is a little subtle is that after the school examination, Concubine Xuan, who had been with Qinzheng Palace for several months, suddenly fell out of favor.The first emperor didn't care about her already pregnant body, and sent her back to Fuya Palace overnight to rest.

In a flash, it is the season when the lotus seeds are newly ripe.

In the blink of an eye, concubine Xuan was about to give birth, but Emperor Qingyuan accidentally fell off his horse during the fall of that year, injuring his lower body.Although there was no danger, he didn't know what the imperial doctor said, so he went into a rage on the sickbed, and ordered people to seal the Fuya Palace overnight on the grounds of concubine Xuan's affair, and killed hundreds of palace maids and eunuchs.

The blood stained a tank of water in the lotus pond red, and according to the later servant, the newly formed lotus seeds that year tasted fishy and sweet.

This was originally passed on by word of mouth, and there are rumors of court secrets everywhere.However, Hu Jingzhai said that Xiao Wanshan's death was not all due to Nishi.

"He absolutely shouldn't, he shouldn't have taken the risk to look through the dossiers that the Imperial College had sealed long ago because he admired the thesis written by the prince during the school examination."

Hu Jingzhai said that because of Xiao Wanshan's unintentional move, he accidentally tore away the fig leaf that the royal family had struggled to maintain, forcing the late emperor to experience the wrath of a halberd again.Everyone who deserved to die back then was dead, and the late emperor had no one to kill, so he could only vent his anger on this idiot champion.

"The Songjiang Poetry Case is an introduction." Cang Lang said, "No matter whether or when the so-called inverse poems will be exposed, the men and horses of the Zhenfu Division ambush at the foot of the mountain are ready to go. Brother, the teacher said that the wave hit Zhongliu, you and I are both floating boats, the overturning of the masts is the result of Jianghai's anger, and no wave can be blamed."

He poured another glass of wine, leaned back to drink it dry, and wiped his lips.

"I've been in a state of confusion for three years, forgetting like a fool, and then living on. Thinking about it, it's not bad. But now that I'm reminded, I always have to pay for the debt that should be paid. I have such a miserly character..."

He didn't know what to think of, he lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly, "Like a wolf cub, he really followed me."

"Xie Yin is dead, Sang Ji is dead, the Gao family has also collapsed, and none of our enemies are here, but you and I still bear the stigma, which may not be cleared in this life. You said that this debt should be found Who will liquidate it? I thought about it."

Cang Lang's gaze was like a torch, looking at the smoky void, and said word by word: "If you don't cultivate virtue, the people in the boat will be enemies [1]. Since they are all surnamed Feng, it is not the same who will sit in Dayan Jiangshan? "

After a long time, a stick of incense burned out, Cang Lang got up, and brushed off the incense ash that fell on his robe.

"Ah Lin was wrong about what happened back then, but in the final analysis, he was just a knife in the hands of the imperial power. I can't hate the wolf cubs I picked up with my own hands. Brother, please allow me to soften my heart this time." .In the future, as long as Ah Lin is willing to restrain his mind and be a wise king, I will do my best to protect him and teach him. If I can't teach him well..."

He slowly raised his hand to touch his chest, "Twin Love Gu, live and die together, if you can't teach me to sacrifice my life, I'm worthy of these sir."

Before leaving, Cang Lang stopped to look back, looking at the only birthday of the deceased on the empty tablet, he couldn't help frowning.

"Brother Xin Weinian was born, why did you write this wrong?" He sighed and took a few steps forward, then stopped suddenly.

That's it.

My brother Xin Wei Wu Ding Chou shared some time, and the pu willows were broken by frost and prematurely aged.

This is their sympathy for each other, and it is more like a prophecy if it is corrected.

Walking out of the ruined temple, the snow is clear and the clouds are light and the sun is cold.In the thatched pavilion on the opposite side, the playful Huaiying was dragged out of Shanglin Garden by Feng Lin, followed by the "Major General Dingxi" with downcast eyebrows.

When Feng Lin tamed the wolf, he didn't play tricks, the square piece of meat was on the bridge of his nose, and he didn't speak, even if the piece of meat was a little bit off, the wolf's back would be hit hard with a sap.Huaiying was a wolf cub he picked up from a field grave outside the pass, Feng Lin took it as his own tame, and never showed mercy.

Wang Lang looked distressed at the side, but he didn't dare to go beyond his responsibilities and tried to persuade him. Seeing Cang Lang came as if he had seen a savior, he winked eagerly with his eyebrows.

"Mr. Cang, saving a wolf's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

Cang Lang took away the fleshy bones and hurried to speak before Feng Lin frowned.He whispered something in his ear, Feng Lin maintained his usual calmness, and let out a "hmm" for a while.However, Wang Lang noticed that His Highness's side neck was tinged with a faint red, and he thought it was the projection of agate in the sunlight.

"You take Huaying back first, and then you dare to pick up the leftover wine lees in the fireworks alley, and I will punish you as well."

Wang Lang hastily answered, plucked the wolf's ear, and suddenly heard Feng Lin asking from behind, "What did you call just now?"

"Mr. Cang—" Wang Lang was at a loss.

Feng Lin nodded, and suddenly cooled down: "The Major General's visit to the Fireworks and Willow Lane, I will inform the Princess if I have time."

After sending away one person and one wolf, Feng Lin turned around expressionlessly, the phantom of the beads dyed red was still there, "Are you serious about what you promised?"

"This kind of thing, what are you doing?"

The red cloud flickered, and then floated onto Cang Lang's face.

"The biggest one, Lu Fengxian, costs eight cents a piece. You can't negotiate the price on the first day of the new year. If you don't want it."

Cang Lang frowned in thought, and the sunlight made his face slightly feverish.

The discipline officer has no money, and the monthly allowance and the next year's festival reward count as one piece, which is not enough to make some new clothes for Ah Li.Liao Wuji and Yu Feirou are leaving Beijing after the new year, Cang Lang vows to give a big gift, and turns his head to copy a portrait of Peng Zu to confuse the real one.

Cang Lang couldn't help urging him repeatedly, Cang Lang stepped forward, stuffed Feng Lin's purse back out of his sleeves, and borrowed pens and inks from the calligraphy and painting stall next door.

Cao Yi is out of the water, Wu's belt is in the wind, half a lifetime of talent in the swing is in the ink.In a blink of an eye, a picture of "Listening to Learning in the Mountains" appears vividly on the paper, with exquisite brushwork.Especially the little disciple who is at the desk to listen to the lesson, he is well-behaved and alert.

If someone pays close attention at this time, it is not difficult to find that the pupil's eyebrows and eyes in the painting are quite familiar, and he can vaguely see the shadow of the noble young man in front of him.However, there is no smile on the face of the person in front of him, far less pleasing than the person in the painting.

When the last stroke was finished, Cang Lang looked at it with his hands on his hips, feeling very satisfied.Amidst the admiration, he didn't ask for much, and came to Feng Lin lightly, holding the "Lu Fengxian" that he exchanged for calligraphy.

"It's for you, um, it's money." Cang Lang thought for a while and said, "Congratulations on your happy new year."

Holding the sugar figure in Feng Lin's hands, he forgot about Gui Geng for a moment, and slowly, he smiled, like rain falling from the sky, being picked up by a pond on the ground, spreading ripples on his face.

Yanliu, the imperial capital, has a beautiful spring scene, but Yingtian Mansion, which is thousands of miles away, is still cold.

Just after noon, the sky began to snow again.The Jiangning official road was covered with flake-like snow, and a thin layer of ice formed beneath it.At the end of the ruts, a cart rolled over in the ice and snow, and the wheels were still spinning.

Gao Wujiu has never been in such a state of embarrassment, his gray and aging face sank in the darkness, like a lonely ghost.Surrounding him was a circle of assassin's corpses. The wind and snow had buried all the gore, and only the toes of Ugin's boots were exposed in the white expanse.Gao Wujiu recognized the bull's head pattern on it, he had seen it countless times when he was in prison.

The black-clothed man kneeling beside him clasped his fists and said, "You guys are late, please forgive me. The master has been waiting at the trading company for a long time, please move your steps."

"What kind of old man is he? What kind of old man am I?"

Gao Wujiu turned into anger from embarrassment, his eyebrows trembling ferociously.He tried to take a step forward, but his legs and feet had already lost control, and he staggered a few times on the ice. Angrily, he snatched the ghost knife from the man's hand, and stabbed it tremblingly into the snow mud.

"Feng Lin, Feng Lin, good boy! Let's wait and see."

The author says:

[1] "Historical Records: Biography of Sun Tzu Wu Qi", I am sorry that I have been reviewing my eyes for the past two days, and the update is late...