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

The skirt of the flying fish suit stretched to the ground, and when soaked in the water, it turned bright red all over the place, winding into the deep night like endless tears of blood.

Feng Lin walked towards the puddle, a few specks of mud splashed on Yang Dazhi's front.Unmoved, he leaned over and paused his head, making a dull sound: "His Royal Highness hoped for the humble position, and he deserves death. I hope that His Royal Highness will punish you."

"You really deserve to die," Feng Lin's voice was flat, "but this king still found a reason to let you survive. Tell me, how did Gao Wujiu die?"

Yang Dazhi's spine was slightly tense, he didn't get up, he still prostrated himself on the ground and said: "Gao Wujiu has reached the end of his path, he was forced to jump into the molten iron of copper smelting, and his muscles and bones were melted to death."

In a few words, try to be as brief as possible.Only Yang Dazhi knew in his heart that Gao Wujiu knew that there was no hope of escaping that day, he deliberately stayed in the Fumingshan mining area and waited for Jin Yiwei to arrive, to be precise, he waited for himself.

It has to be said that Gao Wujiu has been in the ups and downs of his career for many years, and even Jingwei's ability in the hearts of the people will be admired even when he sees his old enemy.He mercilessly revealed the truth that had been covered in dust for seven years, and then walked towards the boiling iron juice with his sleeves up, as leisurely as if he was strolling in a garden.

However, every word he said before he died without a place to die, injected a turbid stream into Yang Dazhi's heart, and after the turmoil passed, a block of hatred was deposited.

"One more thing, I think I should report it to Your Highness." Yang Dazhi paused, and said: "The high thief told me a secret when he was dying."

"Oh?" Feng Lin raised his eyebrows, with a smile that was not a smile: "He ended up tragically, and he should hate us to the bone. How can we repay hatred with kindness?"

"It's related to the Qin'an tragedy. My brother and the Taifu's innocence are tied to this for the whole life, and I dare not speak nonsense in humble positions."

The moon was hidden and the stars were sinking, and a large black cloud floated from nowhere, overturning the capital city.Feng Lin's expression was completely concealed, and his voice was so calm that no fluctuation could be heard, "raise your head and answer."

Yang Dazhi straightened up as he said.

He told Feng Lin that when Qiu Qianqing was ordered to escort the grain and grass to the front line of Minzhou, when it was checked in the warehouse, it was found that the batch of military grain was mixed with a lot of mold.As the county magistrate, the reason why Yang Dayong was unable to defend the city was that apart from the exhaustion of the soldiers and the inability to fight, there was another very important reason, which was the shortage of food and grass.This is tantamount to worsening the situation for Qin'an County, which is lax in armaments.

Yang Dayong led a [-]-man team to the nearest military camp, not to move rescuers, but to dispatch life-saving rations.

Yang Dazhi met Feng Lin's gaze calmly and without fear: "The military ration dispatch is coordinated by the cabinet and the household department at various levels, so how can it be easily manipulated by others. Master Taifu will not shoot himself in the foot, so the problem Where exactly is it?"

This seems to be a question, but the answer is ready to come out from his eyes filled with grief and anger.

Since the Qingyuan Dynasty, Hu Gao and the two parties have fought against each other.The Six Ministries of Central Beijing then divided into two distinct camps, among which the Ministry of Households belonged to the Hu family, and the chief officials only obeyed the order of Hu Shoufu.

The moonlight pierced through the clouds, obliquely drawing a dividing line between black and white on Feng Lin's face.Without changing his expression, he said a name that surprised everyone: "Hu Jingzhai."

"My lord is wise," Yang Dazhi said coldly, "Our chief minister, who is upright and upright, can be regarded as a model of a hundred officials. It's a pity that he has a good body but he gave birth to a bad seed. Back then, the eldest son of Hu The business of interfering with the army's reselling of food emptied Taicangwei's family, but he didn't expect the war to start so suddenly. Mr. Hu was afraid that the incident would happen, so he had to ask his father for help. Unexpectedly, Hu Jingzhai's reputation all his life was ruined by him. Isn't it ironic about the proud Hu's family style?"

The idea of ​​shoddy goods was proposed by Hu Jingzhai.When he learned that his son had committed a serious crime, he immediately beat the unfilial son half to death, but after the punishment, he still had to find a way to clean up the mess for his son.

Originally, according to Hu Jingzhai's idea, the chief secretary's supervision was first supplemented with moldy grain, and after apprentice Qianqing delivered the grain to Minzhou, he would then make up for it by adjusting the grain from the nearest Qingzhou official warehouse.

But after all the calculations, Hu Jingzhai never imagined that the grain transporting tanker was suddenly hit by a blizzard that had not happened in ten years when passing through the Jingjiang section.As a result, life-saving food and grass were delayed halfway, as long as half a month.

"Thousands of soldiers were starving on the front line, but Gao Dang framed their chiefs with trumped-up charges. The late Emperor and Hu Jingzhai knew that there was a grievance, and in order to fill the gap in military rations, they dared not even give a fart. Your Highness , Your Highness!"

Yang Dazhi's voice became shriller, like a night crow reporting funerals, croaking at the darkest moment before dawn: "There is no one in thousands of miles to collect the bones [1], who will raise the flag on the city!"

Facing the aggressive questioning, Feng Lin was speechless for the first time in his life.

After a torrential rain, the summer heat dissipated, and the morning breeze of the capital blew on his body, making his eyebrows cool.

"Master, why did you wake up so early today? Why is the window open? The servants are so careless. It rained all night last night, so did the master not sleep well? My concubine ordered someone to cook a bowl of shredded ginger for you." Here comes the porridge."

The person who spoke was Hu Jingzhai's first wife, Cui Shi. The two had known each other for fifty years. Hu Jingzhai had always treated her with respect and never thought of taking a concubine.But for some reason, since Qiu Qianqing "died" seven years ago and Hu's family was defeated in the party struggle, his attitude towards his old wife has undergone a subtle change. Since then, he has either been on guard in the cabinet or alone Sleeping in the study room, it was a time when they hadn't slept together in the same bed for seven years.

Hu Jingzhai turned around from the window, the chill between his brows subsided a little, and dew still condensed on his long beard, he said: "Madam, don't worry, there are a lot of affairs in court recently, it is inevitable that you will not be able to sleep well for a few nights, please rest assured, Madam. "

As if Cui Shi didn't notice his estrangement, she stepped forward and said earnestly: "The husband and wife are of the same heart, the master's worries are the biggest danger for the concubine, how can I be relieved?"

Hu Jingzhai hesitated for a moment, staggered half shoulders, put a short distance away from Cui Shi, and said, "Last night, I dreamed of Qianqing."

Another gust of wind blew by, whipping the tips of the filaments.Cui's temples were wet with rain, and he said with tears: "I know, if I hadn't forced the master to die for Ji'an, you and Qiu Taifu would not have come to where we are today. It is my fault, If the master is strange, just punish the concubine and it will be fine, don't, don't hurt yourself."

Hu Jingzhai wanted to wipe the water from her temples, so she raised her hand, stopped in mid-air, and quietly clenched her fist.

When he was still very young, he drank the wine with Cui Shi, who was also young, and the dragon and phoenix candles lit up a vigorous face.He clings to the bride's hand, telling his heart and heart.

"Being husband and wife, there is no doubt about love and affection. From now on, you and I are one heart. If you have a son in the future, you will name it Ji'an, and if you have a daughter, you will pity Qing. Sheji and Qing, I will treat you as one." Cherish each other's lives."

Later, the two had both children, but he failed to protect the country and the country, and he was also divorced from the husband and wife.

Hu Jingzhai was always in a state of confusion, not knowing which step he had made was wrong, so that he let his promise to pay the water, and he was discouraged to join the business.

He was overjoyed only for a moment when he heard the news that his lover was still alive, and the seeds of fear buried deep in his heart broke ground immediately.Hu Jingzhai is not afraid of the crimes of the past being exposed, what he cares about is being exposed by the swing.

It was the pure jade that Hu Jingzhai once held in the palm of his hand, and after breaking it with his own hands, it hurt his heart.In order to atone for his sin, he did not hesitate to violate the solemn oath he made before the late emperor's sickbed, and tacitly allowed Sang Ji and others to spread the death letter that talked about the royal secrets.

However, no matter what he does, the broken jade is an irreversible fact.These two words turned into whip shadows in his nightmares day after day, and he still felt the pain of torture when he woke up.

Just when he was in a trance, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Hu Jingzhai turned to the door, blocked Cui Shi who was too late to wipe away her tears, and said in a steady voice, "What's the matter?"

"Jiangning prefect Yan Mo sent someone to pay a visit."

Hu Jingzhai thought the name was familiar at first, but after thinking about it over the years, he seemed to be at the bottom of the list, so he didn't like it, so he said he didn't see him.

However, the person who came to report was an old official who had followed Shoufu for many years. After hesitating outside for a moment, he still lowered his voice and said: "The person here said that there is something about Shoufu's beloved student, and I want to talk to you face to face in detail."

Feng Lin stared at Yang Dazhi fixedly, and as the sun rose, his expression showed no signs of warming up: "Gao Wujiu told you these things?"

"When a person is about to die, his words are good. Besides, whether Hu Jian participated in the reselling of military rations can be found out through a careful examination of the files of the year. Gao Wujiu can't lie about this matter."

Back at the residence, Feng Lin still seemed preoccupied.

Cang Lang has already woken up, put on a moon-white uniform, and sat on the porch with his shoes on, watching Ah Li silently writing "Thousand-Character Essay", with a new report from the government still in hand.

When Ah Li was sick, his brain was burnt out, and he couldn't recite thousands of characters over and over again. Cang Lang asked him what the next sentence of "Runyu Chengsui, Lulu Tiaoyang" was, and he almost bit the pen to bald and still couldn't answer.Cang Lang was so angry that he wanted to slap his palm, but the kid was so obedient, he caught sight of Feng Lin entering through the door in the tail light, curled his lips, and tears came as soon as he said it.

"Mister wants to hit me! Woo, lord, lord, save me, wow..."

Cang Lang rolled his eyes, and clasped the ruler in his palm once and for all, thinking that when your prince was beaten, no one would protect him.

Feng Lin rubbed Ah Li's little furry head, conjured up a sugar figurine to stop his tears, winked, and asked the servant girl to take him away.

The courtyard was silent, and the temperature had not yet risen.Feng Lin grabbed the bluffing ruler and pulled it towards him. The two of them sat next to each other, and the gradually clear shadow was a pair.

"Qing Zhangzi Litian's errands are coming to an end, and the sage's decree to punish rape has been issued. The royal family who originally wanted to wait and see what happens are all panicked. In addition, the rebellious army entered the city and they also suffered. The officials sent to Zhangtian almost There was no harassment."

Feng Lin read the report, picked up the important ones and said.Cang Lang lay his pillow on him, and he was still very sleepy up to this point, mumbled something inarticulately, but Feng Lin didn't hear clearly.He approached, knocked Cang Lang on his forehead, and said, "Sir, your voice is hoarse."

hiss--

Cang Lang turned over in frustration, facing Feng Lin head-to-head, the ruler slid down his chest and stopped moving when it touched his lower abdomen.

Push a little harder.

"I said, Gao Wujiu did evil to the end, but he did a good deed at the end, so we know that merit and demerit are not absolute. Next time you listen to the lecture, remember to be more careful."

This place is stuck, it's fucking dead.

Feng Lin took a tight breath, remembering what Yang Dazhi said, and couldn't help falling into silence again.

"When you return to Beijing in a few days, you will pass through Jiading, right?" Cang Lang took back his ruler and asked.

"Jiading?" Feng Lin remembered after asking, Mr. Jiading's ancestral home is from the Zanying family in the Land of Zhongling.Seven years ago, Qiu Qianqing was falsely accused of collaborating with the enemy. He used the military exploits of killing [-] enemies to save the entire Qiu's ancestral hall for his husband, which is now located in Jiading County.

"Do you want to go back to worship your ancestors, sir?"

Cang Lang said: "The situation fades away and melancholy remains, and a life of loss is bleak. [1] The unfilial son has been wandering for many years without achieving anything, and even made his family poor. He has to go back and kowtow to his ancestors to plead guilty."

Seeing that Feng Lin's eyes dimmed, he then said, "By the way, introduce someone to them."

Feng Lin pursed her lips and subconsciously asked, "Who?"

Cang Lang didn't speak, his eyes slanted over, and the cat was a little bit bad in the arc of slowly picking up, and that expression had already answered for him.

In the silence, the dust beats out the beautiful scene of midsummer.The scene in front of me was like a dream, Feng Lin muttered "Sir", and just about to reach out, a sharp sound broke the dream in front of him——

"There is a decree from the Holy Spirit that King Yan will return to the capital immediately without delay. I respect you!"

The author says:

【1】Tang Zhangji "Resentment to Women"

[2] Tang Hanxie's "Five Watches", the original sentence "the melancholy of the situation disappears, and the victory of a lifetime is desolate."

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