Emperor Longkang hurriedly passed on the reason for Feng Lin's return to Beijing, and soon revealed it to him.

On the way of driving for three days and two nights, Feng Lin learned from the inner supervisor of the decree that just as the Jiangnan business war was coming to an end, a rumor spread like wildfire in Jiangning and the capital——

Some people say that Qiuqianqing, who committed suicide in Qin'an City Tower seven years ago and apologized for his crimes, did not die, but changed his appearance and became the guest of His Royal Highness Yan Wang.

As soon as the rumor came out, it quickly flowed wantonly between the lips and tongue with the momentum of three people becoming a tiger.In the centuries-old imperial city, towering high walls, and the palace ban that the top masters can't do anything about, the news penetrated in less than half a day.It was as if the poisonous snake letter, which only heard its voice but could not see its shadow, made the saint's face turn blue in an instant.

"We all know that Your Highness is making a big splash in the south of the Yangtze River this time. It is inevitable that there will be that jealous villain hiding in the dark and chewing your tongue. The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the heart of a saint is like a mirror. I am asking you to go back this time. It is just a routine question, so it is embarrassing." Just stop those restless tongues."

Although comforted by the inner prisoner, Feng Lin did not relax his vigilance.The imperial decree that came in a hurry from [-] miles away couldn't be as simple as just asking.He told Yang Dazhi to find out the source of the news as soon as possible.

On the day when the car arrived in Beijing, it was midsummer, but the windows in the dormitory were closed, and even Zong Ying'er didn't see the ice that had always been supplied non-stop.

Feng Lin grabbed his robe and bowed down, the corners of his brows and eyes were refreshingly clean: "I have seen Brother Huang."

"Ah Lin is back, please give me a seat."

A frail voice came from behind the pillar, revealing a desolation that was incompatible with the heat of the room.Feng Lin didn't take his seat, but looked up to see Emperor Longkang walking slowly and tiredly, supported by the palace servants, he was still covered with a leather cloak in such a hot day.

After walking a few steps, he was already panting and coughing, Huang Deyong stepped forward quickly, and handed over the handkerchief respectfully.He didn't want others to handle it, he wiped off the white foam around his lips with a handkerchief, and forced a smile: "What are you doing in a daze, sit down."

Feng Lin thanked him, looked up and said, "Brother Huang, isn't feeling well lately?"

Emperor Longkang said: "The imperial doctor said that there is no problem, but it is just a matter of the weather, and it will be fine after a few days." He looked at Feng Lin under the hall, his eyes paused on the agate pearl for an exceptionally long time, and suddenly smiled, "Ah Lin seems to have grown a bit, and he is a grown-up man. Come here, and reward King Yan with a dragon well from Zhejiang Province."

Feng Lin understood that the sage didn't want to talk too much about the illness, so he changed the topic and said, "All the silver from Jiangnanzi has been collected, except for disaster relief, there is still a balance of tens of millions of taels in the treasury. Here is the detailed report, brother emperor Take a look."

He took out the well-packed memorial from his arms, and handed it to Huang Deyong with both hands.

However, Emperor Longkang seemed to have lost interest in Jiangnan affairs. After receiving the memorial, he only glanced at it and put it aside, "Ah Lin has worked hard. I heard that you have also fought with seven major merchants in Jiangnan this time. The Kuiyi Dun family has become your defeated generals, is there such a thing?"

Feng Lin stopped drinking tea, he was not heard in the hall, only the crisp sound of the tea lid closing, he suddenly raised his eyes and said: "Brother Huang has something to say, you might as well just say it."

"The counselor behind you," Emperor Longkang stared at Feng Lin closely, "who is it?"

Thinking of the rumors in Beijing, Feng Lin put down the teacup and said: "It's nothing more than rumors among the people. If you disturb Shengting, you will be punished with death."

The expression on Emperor Longkang's morbid face changed several times, and finally he put on a kind description, "Ah Lin, I have painstakingly paved the way for you in the past few years, and you should know the intention behind it. There are few under my knees, and I am the most handsome prince among the princes." It’s not necessarily you who are outstanding. If something unexpected happens to me, you will have to support Dayan Jiangshan, so why delay a great future for one person.”

The words have come to this point, if Feng Lin is sensible, it is time to thank Long En at this moment, and then go downhill to clarify the rumors.

Unexpectedly, he got up and bowed, but said in a deep voice: "Since the emperor is determined to entrust you with a heavy responsibility, you should know the principle of 'if you are not upright, you will find it difficult to follow orders'. My younger brother did not learn much when he was young. I only know the order of etiquette in the world. After the Qin'an tragedy, Zhongliang was wronged. As a student of my husband, I am also in a state of anxiety, and I am afraid that I cannot bear the high expectations of the emperor."

Emperor Longkang didn't expect such a conversation, he was stunned for a while, and his expression gradually sank: "What do you want to say, Ah Lin?"

Feng Lin was calm and fearless, and said in a loud voice: "My brother, please make an order to thoroughly investigate the tragedy in Qin'an, and return Swing Qing, Yang Dayong, and the hundreds of knights who were wrongfully killed!"

"absurd!"

After a short period of silence, Emperor Longkang stood up against the table, his cloak fell silently, his shoulders and arms trembled, and he stabbed Feng Lin fiercely with his halberd finger: "In the battle of Qin'an, because Qiu and Yang flinched in front of the battle, the gate of the country fell. , the Japanese pirates have driven Minzhou for three hundred miles, and the people of the eight places have been tortured, how can you have the courage to rehabilitate them?!"

The palace eunuch fell to his knees with a "crash", and a needle could be heard in the hall in an instant.Feng Lin's deep and honest voice came out, which was in stark contrast to Emperor Longkang's bellows-like panting: "The country is in ruins, is it because the two of them are timid and dare not fight before the battle, or is it because someone in the court draws their salary from the bottom of the pot, making them unable to fight? "

"you!"

Emperor Longkang's bloodless face was morbidly red, he coughed in pain for a long time, grabbed the teacup that Huang Deyong brought to moisten his throat, and smashed it out with all his strength.

However, the tea only barely touched the corner of Feng Lin's clothes, he remained motionless under the might of the sky, and continued: "Qin'an's defeat was already full of doubts, the emperor's elder brother was constrained by his relatives in the past, and the false story was for self-protection. But now that the Gao family has collapsed, right now is the best time to set things right and redress the grievances. What is the emperor hesitating about?"

Emperor Longkang was stunned, swayed a few times, and then sat down on the dragon chair.

"His Majesty--!"

Yeah, what is he hesitating about?Emperor Longkang raised his eyes, ignored Huang Deyong's nervous gaze, and looked at the coiled golden dragon on the beam above his head.

Since the king's power was bestowed by the gods, he should obey the guests of the world, protect the safety of the nine people, and if the people are in trouble, it is the biggest dereliction of duty of the emperor.

Back then, when Japanese pirates fought fiercely along the coast, corpses flowed in the eight places of Fujian Province. Like sharp steel knives, they almost pierced through the entire southeast.Emperor Longkang knew when he was still the crown prince that the reason for all this was that the foreign relatives were arbitrarily powerful and the central government was weak, so that the army was greedy for ink, and the entire coastal defense was helpless when foreign enemies invaded.

The defeat in Minzhou was definitely not the fault of one or two people; the Qin'an tragedy only opened a small opening for this military disaster.But Emperor Longkang had to find a scapegoat for this matter, or in other words, a target.

It doesn't matter whether it is Swing Qing or Yang Dayong.From Qingyuan to Longkang, these two names served as a shield for the imperial court, and the two monarchs shrank behind, listening to the abuse and humiliation from the temple and the countryside.As time passed, Emperor Longkang believed it himself. The truth of the Qin'an tragedy was as he had heard, and the perpetrators were receiving the punishment they deserved.

At this moment, let him push down the shield and admit that the defeat of the army back then was due to the incompetence of the Tian family, and Emperor Longkang thought he could not do it with the face of the king of Wancheng in exchange for the reputation of a mere common people.

"The first emperor personally wrote Zhu Zhu's criticism, and reprimanded Qiuqianqing with the four words of civil servant cartilage, which is the final conclusion on him."

When Emperor Longkang spoke again, his voice was as cold as ice, "A Lin wants to rehabilitate him, but have you ever thought about where to put the late emperor Zhu Piao and where to put the majesty of the court?" The tea was overturned, and he ordered Huang Deyong to change it. A new one came, and he sipped lightly and said, "I'll ask you again, is the criminal's swing still alive?"

Feng Lin paused for a moment, raised his face and said, "When the Qin'an tower leaps, the young phoenix breaks its wings, and there will be no more swings in the world."

……

Everyone retreated, and Huang Deyong was left alone in the sleeping hall to wait on him.

Knowing Emperor Longkang's chest was stagnant, he skillfully picked up Suhe incense, moved the incense burner to a place not too far away, squeezed Emperor Longkang's shoulders while persuading him: "You know His Royal Highness Yan's temper best. It will be fine after a while, why do you need to get angry with him?"

"His temper." Emperor Longkang's face softened a little, and he suddenly chuckled out of nowhere, "It's really similar."

He didn't say who he was like, and when he closed his eyes, that bright and flamboyant figure appeared in his mind again.

"Father and son don't have an overnight feud, so of course I won't argue with Ah Lin."

Emperor Longkang opened his eyes and slowly raised his arms towards Huang Deyong. The dragon robe slipped off, and the same red luster shone on his skinny wrists. Years later, I finally found the palace craftsman of the year, and reproduced the rare treasure that I own in the world.

"As long as Ah Lin is obedient, what I owe his mother and concubine will be repaid a hundredfold."

Although it was past noon at this time, the heat from the sun did not diminish at all, and the row of glazed tiles beside the vermilion wall was reflected brilliantly.

Yang Dazhi stood in the shadow holding his knife, and saw the palace door creak open from a distance, and Feng Lin stepped out with his sleeves on.Yang Dazhi stepped forward quickly, and before he could speak, he guessed something from his expression.

"Your Majesty refuses?"

In Feng Lin's silent acknowledgment, Yang Dazhi clenched the handle of Xiuchun knife tightly.The hot wind was blowing on his face, bringing waves of heat, burning his ears red, but he seemed to be wrapped in severe cold, falling into the hell of Avici with two layers of ice and fire.

"To rectify the names of your husband and your brother, the only way is to reverse the case." Feng Lin's tone was tinged with ruthlessness, "Aren't we moving forward?"

Yang Dazhi didn't answer, and the veins floating on the back of his hand slowly disappeared, as if the killing intent gushing out just now was just an illusion.He didn't accept Feng Lin's words, but clasped his fists and said solemnly: "The origin of the rumor that His Highness ordered me to investigate has already begun."

In front of half a stick of incense, the prison is ordered.

The jailer moved a bench, but Yang Dazhi didn't sit down, but raised his legs to stand on it, and polished the boning knife in his hand.

"Tell me, who told you to make up the news that the swing was not dead into a story and spread it in the teahouse?"

The storyteller was covered in cuts and bruises, and blood dripped all over the tiger bench, soaking the messy haystack.This situation always reminded Yang Dazhi of the tragedy of the mass grave that night.

"I don't know... I just listen to people chatting while drinking, I don't know who that person is, I..." The storyteller repeated the same words, confused.

Yang Dazhi grasped the rhythm, raised and lowered the knife with his hand, the sharp edge got stuck between the shins, and even spun twice.

The storyteller fainted after screaming, and Yang Dazhi immediately had someone pour salt water on him to wake him up.

"Look clearly, is it this person?"

The wound was repeatedly stimulated, and the pain has exceeded the limit that the prisoner can bear. Even in the imperial prison, people who are not heinous people seldom use such cruel punishment.

Yang Dazhi pressed the portrait in front of the storyteller. His eyes were covered with sweat and he couldn't see anything, but he still nodded in panic, and said with his lips pursed, "Yes, it's him."

Yang Dazhi put his legs down, glanced indifferently at the dying prisoner, turned to the jailer and said, "You keep an eye on it, remember to ask someone to put you in custody before you die."

"The storyteller took the money and wantonly spread rumors in Shengpingfang. After signing the signature, he bit his tongue and killed himself for fear of retaliation." Yang Dazhi handed Feng Lin the confession, his voice was calm.

Suicide?Feng Lin frowned slightly, looked at Yang Dazhi's hand, and pointed at the confession: "Who is this?"

"A staff member of the Yan Mansion in Jiangning entered Beijing alone ten days ago. The humble officer has read the records of the military and horse department, but there is no record of leaving the city."

"Yan Mansion? Yan Mo?"

"Yes."

In this way, this matter is not difficult to figure out.When Feng Lin and Cang Lang were on business in Jiangning, they lived in the Yan Mansion. Even though they acted carefully, it was inevitable that they would keep secrets.What's more, Feng Lin didn't know the details of Yan Mo, and the rumors would leak out when he was not in order.

Feng Lin said: "I haven't seen the record of leaving the city, and most of them are still in the city. I ordered Jin Yiwei to step up the investigation and dig three feet to dig the man out for the king."

Yang Dazhi's eyebrows moved, and he responded in a low voice.His untidy hair flew in the wind, revealing a small piece of blood on his cheek that hadn't been wiped off in time.

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