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

Feng Lin was the first to realize that there was something strange about this matter when he checked the staff member's body.

"The weather is hot, and the skin of the statue made of raw gold will peel off. The corpse is not spoiled or rotted in a place like a mass grave. It is assumed that it has not been long since it died."

Feng Lin thought about it and said: "No matter how light Jin Yiwei is, if he is searched and arrested in the whole city for a few days, he should have escaped after hearing the news. There is no reason to stay around the capital. Unless, he was secretly guarded and detained, and when the time is right, he will run away. Abandoned corpses in the wilderness."

The candle wick fluttered without wind, and Cang Lang followed his train of thought closely, and even thought of taking the first step, "If the one who kills is the teacher, then he will definitely not leave evidence of cocooning himself next to the corpse. But is there another way?" There is no possibility, this is just an ordinary robbery."

"It's not impossible for horse bandits to haunt the outskirts of Beijing. I took a look at the corpse hiding place. Not only was the burial intact, but two bluestones were placed on top of it, as if I was afraid that the corpse would be destroyed by wild animals or wild dogs." Feng Lin His eyes mocked slightly, "I don't know who is a grassroots bandit who is an outsider in Yama's affairs, but has a Buddha's heart in his heart."

"Perhaps what the two stones want to protect is not the physical body, but the secret hidden in the corpse." Cang Lang followed the words, picked up a pen and dipped in ink, and when he held it in his palm, he found the crease in the bar. He couldn't help but wonder where this kid came from. Great energy.

The shaking at that moment was obvious, Feng Lin grabbed the broken pen without hesitation, and threw it aside, "Abandon all the impossible, only one explanation remains."

frame.

"It's just framing," Feng Lin said affirmatively, "This conjecture was further confirmed after I checked the draft ticket. In plain sight, it was Hu Jingzhai who sold Yan Mo's face in the business war and issued the sealed ticket." In return, Yan Mo acted as the mouthpiece of the chief assistant and spread the news that the king tolerated the criminals. This sounds reasonable, but it is not. The seal of the first assistant official stamped on the ticket is true or not. , but the time of issuance must not be Meng Xia when the business war broke out."

Cang Lang looked at the apprentice with a hint of inquiry: "Why did you say that?"

But at this moment, Feng Lin covered Cang Lang's hand, pressed on the half-stained letter of apprenticeship, and stroked it carefully.This is the magical power of words, they condense long-lasting love and hate into substance, and stick to the fingertips forever. Just touching without eyes can make people sink deep in their nostalgia.Cang Lang, a forgetful heartbroken ghost, for the first time gave up his free and easy, willing to be the eagle dog of the past.

"New." Feng Lin said.

"The original one..." Cang Lang's eyes darkened slightly, and he said softly, "Forget it, the new one is the same."

"Where did you think, sir?" Feng Lin smiled, his eyes were very bad, "I'm talking about this paper. There are frequent natural disasters this year, and the imperial court ordered frugality. In addition to cutting, the flowering paper that used to be used by government officials above the third rank is now exclusively for Ouchi, and the rest are replaced with this porcelain blue paper in front of you. The appearance of the two papers looks the same, but the thickness can be felt when you touch it s difference."

Cang Lang looked away, "In other words, someone tampered with the proposed date of the ticket, so as to turn this reissued edict into an ironclad proof of the teacher's interference."

Feng Lin nodded, the smile in his eyes didn't fade away.

"It's a rumor, it's a fraud, it's a trick that can't be put on the table," Cang Lang was ashamed and annoyed, and the local accent came out, "I don't think so!"

Feng Lin felt that it was new, held the finger of the husband who was about to run away, smiled for a while, and then sighed and said: "The mastermind behind the scenes is trying to intensify the conflict between me and Hu Jingzhai. The method of beating into tricks has completely confirmed an eternal injustice."

This layout can be described as extremely vicious, that is, it will be proved in the future that the accusation of collaborating with the enemy is false, and it is King Yan who is guilty and murdered.The mastermind behind the scenes easily claimed the lives of a generation of celebrities without blood on his hands, Cang Lang felt horrified thinking about it.

"How is everything, teacher?" Cang Lang didn't mention anything about the visit, but only asked the teacher how he was.If the idea of ​​killing people with a knife comes true, then their every move today is probably under the watchful eye of the unknown.

Feng Lin said truthfully: "Master Shoufu is high-spirited, and his diet has dropped sharply since he was imprisoned, and he has already haggarded a lot in just a few days."

The candles were dimmed, and the prison was quiet, except for the rustling of breathing for a long time.Cang Lang still had a fresh memory of the dampness and coldness of the moment, and he said worriedly: "The teacher can't stand a place like the Imperial Prison."

He was in the same cell seven years ago, and his dignity was removed along with his official robes.He changed into prison clothes, and his body was covered with the filth of a heinous person, like a pearl covered in dust.

He thought about breaking himself more than once.

Feng Lin lowered his gaze, thinking about something, and suddenly squeezed Cang Lang's hand, "Does sir believe in the cycle of good and evil in this world? I mean that Hu Jingzhai has today—"

The words choked in his throat, together with the remaining half of the secrets of the Qin'an tragedy.

Cang Lang seemed to have never heard of it, and only said: "It is enough to deceive the righteous with the evil once. The teacher is almost an octogenarian, no matter who did the evil, the friendship between the teacher and the friend these years, It’s enough to make me wish him a happy death.”

Feng Lin looked away, looked at the candle light in thought, and said for a long time: "Don't worry, Mr. Ah Lin said long ago that he would never be a weapon in the hands of others. What's more, this time they are using Mr. Will not tolerate it."

Having said that, they still don't have a clue as to who is behind this.

Feng Lin poured tea for Cang Lang, and the bottom of the cup was filled with fresh lotus seeds.Cang Lang sipped his tea and pondered, trying to piece together a complete clue from the confusing fragments.

"Although the official rank of the Eight Houses is low, he directly obeys the orders of the Holy Majesty and has nothing to do with the power of the court. He dare not make a false report about such a big case as collaborating with the enemy. The vine that leads the melon should also be handed over to him by someone else."

Cang Lang closed his eyes, quickly and accurately pressed the inspiration, opened his eyes and said alertly: "It is said in the report that the origin of this case is that the Southwest Propaganda Department caught a few Qiang people's espionage and used the opportunity of the mutual market to pretend to be Enter the customs to spy on the military situation."

Feng Lin lowered his eyebrows, showing a thoughtful expression.

In the mutual market, Cang Lang dipped in the tea and wrote these two words on the desktop.

He said: "The strategy of Jinou has been implemented for one year, and it has already achieved initial results. If the Nanyang Navy is victorious in this battle, the successful experience of coastal defense may not be unable to be borrowed. Just a few days ago, the teacher sent someone to Xiguan. Lao Jun is actually patrolling the border affairs, and in the eyes of outsiders, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be regarded as a signal to rectify the fortification."

Feng Lin took over the words: "Consolidating the fortified defense, the first thing that will be affected is the mutual market at the border. The barbarians outside the pass are separated, and the Qiang people are not the most brave ones, but they have made a way by relying on the tea horse trade with Dayan. The Qiang people spared no expense. , but also to put an end to all possibilities of the Jin Ou strategy being implemented in Xiguan, raiding the Wang family army and framing Hu Jingzhai are all part of their precautionary measures."

The Qiang people can exert their strength outside the pass, but all the previous preparations must be completed by people in the court.

The question goes back to the beginning, Gao Wujiu is dead, who else is there in the Great Yan Dynasty, who is bound to win the life of Lord Shoufu?

The long night is coming to an end, but the forest fog still hasn't dissipated.

The carriage made shallow ruts on the wet mud after the heavy rain, and was quickly overwhelmed by a series of jerky complaints.

"It's been a long journey, can't you stop and rest your feet? I said to stay in Bashu for a few more days and turn to Yangdong to have a look at Haizi, but you won't let me. It's only more than ten miles away from Yandu. Even if I walked within three days, it would never be too late. Ruo Muji, my father asked you to escort me, and didn't ask you to rush me here. Emperor Dayan said that seven days would be seven days. What are you doing? Whose dog is so obedient?"

The knight called "Ruo Muji" reined in his horse, and he was born with the most common appearance of a Qiang warrior, with a tall and thin nose, long and thin eyebrows, coupled with the hunting attire he was wearing at the moment, he looked like an ape-armed wasp-waist .If there is anything eye-catching, the scar on the left brow bone is not only a defect, but also adds a part of masculine roughness and heroism to him.

"Don't worry about Quetta, hold on for at least half a day, and you'll reach the post house." The horse's hooves shifted on the spot, Ruo Muji held the rein between his wrists, his sharp gaze was like an arrow, piercing through the thick fog and shooting straight The place where the centuries-old imperial power lived.

He is the indomitable frontier pioneer of the Qiang people and a loyal warrior. At this time, even he himself can't imagine that in this imposing imperial city, he personally dragged the entire Qiang people into the abyss of eternal doom .

Ruomuji changed to Qiang language, and said quickly: "The nobleman is already waiting in Yandu, and he has to find a way to meet him when he enters the capital. Kuidamo forgot the order of the leader."

A soft hum came from the soft sedan chair covered with fur, and the curtain of the car was lifted, revealing Prince Quetta's fat and greasy round face: "The dog takes the mouse."

Ruomuji's complexion changed slightly, he turned the horse's head without saying a word, and whistled.A whirlwind of white whirls out from the bushes on the side. If you look closely, it is a gray wolf with a slippery head and bright eyes.

Ruo Muji said something in Qiang language, the white wolf hit the ground with its front paws, kicked its hind legs, and sank into the morning mist like a gust of wind.

The peace talks were scheduled for the second day after the Qiang mission entered Beijing.In the name of negotiation, both parties have tacitly understood that this is actually the deliberate appeasement of the few tribes by the kingdom of heaven.Dayan rewarded cattle and sheep with gold and silver in exchange for the promise of Kuida, the eldest prince of the Qiang nationality, not to violate the border for ten years.

Originally, the play should have come to a successful conclusion when it was sung here, but to Emperor Longkang's expectation, Kuida Xie En later proposed to set up the Qiang people's own patrol posts in Xiguan, guarding together with Dingxi General's Mansion for [-] to [-] miles. border line.

Man said that Wang Zhengxuan almost acted in court after hearing this, and even Emperor Longkang, who advocated peace talks, could not agree.The current tense atmosphere is obviously not suitable for further discussion, so he ordered a banquet in Liquan Palace, and it is also a way to wipe out all grievances and enmities.

Liquan Palace is a resort for the kings of all dynasties to escape the summer heat, and it is extremely luxurious.This time, the royal family once again hosted a banquet for foreign envoys, and the delicacies and delicacies were served on the table like flowing water, and the dancers from the teaching workshop who performed dances for the purpose were also top-notch.

After drinking two rounds of Quetta, he became a little dazed, and his eyes kept looking at the dancer girl. He was so hot that he unbuttoned his clothes and exposed his breasts.

On the contrary, the Qiang warrior behind him did not hide his eyes from the flowers, his eagle eyes scanned the banquet, and the moment he met Yan Wang Feng Lin's eyes, there was a trace of intimacy on Cen Cen's face.

Ruomuji walked over with his back behind his back, using the Panlong pillar as a cover, the two men silently clasped the back of the other's head with their hands, and put their foreheads together.This action was once staged in an extremely immature manner in the fierceness of flying sand and rocks outside the pass.

"Long time no see, Ruomuji."

Ruomuji took his palm away from the back of his head, and slapped Feng Lin heavily on the shoulder, his laughter was unique to men outside the Guan, "Long time no see, brother Ah Lin."

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Huaiying's cp is online