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

Yang Dazhi buried his head in the pillow, his voice choked with hatred.

In the few years when the Japanese plague first appeared, he lost his home in Fujian. His parents were tied hands and feet by pirates and thrown into the sea to feed the sharks. It was his elder brother who covered his eyes for him. Since then, they depended on each other.

With the vengeance of killing relatives ahead, the Yang brothers embarked on a different path of writing and fighting.Yang Dayong became an official, vowing to revive the coastal defense and keep the bandits out of Jin'ou forever; as for his empty title of "great wisdom", in fact, only brute force can hold up three points.

In Yang Dazhi's eyes, his elder brother will be a person who will do great things in the future. He lives at the height of the temple, so he holds the spear in his hand and cuts the mountains and waves for his elder brother, so that those sea mice will not dare to approach the coast of Minzhou.

Until that time, not long after the new calendar year, the brothers originally agreed to take advantage of his rest and return home to pay respects to his parents, but a mansion newspaper at night caught Yang Dayong's footsteps.

At that time, he complained quite a bit, and said a few unpleasant words, but his elder brother didn't bother with him, and personally sent him to the ferry, and quietly stuffed two pieces of glutinous rice cake into the bag.

"When the matter is over, I will rush back. Make an apology for me and my parents, and say that I have neglected my father."

The wind is coming from thousands of miles, and the mist is vast. Yang Dazhi stopped at the bow, watched his brother's figure condense a little from a distance, and still thought: "I will report to my parents and see how they deal with you!"

Later, it became a prophecy, and Yang Dazhi thought that his parents heard his slander, and regretted it hard.He secretly went to Changping Road where his elder brother died, trying to retrieve Yang Dayong's body. After going there, he learned that the murderer ordered the "traitor" body to be abandoned on the wasteland, and let the vultures eat it.

There were no less than ten corpses in the same shape as his brother, all dressed in the same color.They are all one of the hundreds of dead soldiers, their blood is still wet and their bodies are mutilated.

Yang Dayong failed to protect Qin'an County, and Yang Dazhi also failed to protect his elder brother.

"So you sued the imperial court to avenge Yang Dayong. But he surrendered the enemy without fighting," Feng Lin turned the thin blade between his fingers, his eyes wandering slowly with the cold light: "What does it have to do with the greedy ink in the army?"

Yang Dazhi became excited: "Of course it has something to do with it! Before the Japanese invaders came, my elder brother had been appointed as the county magistrate of Qin'an for less than two months. During the two months, he thoroughly checked the accounts of the government office, and found that every county magistrate had issued a letter to the military department every year. There are 70 soldiers, but less than [-]% of the defenders in the city are full, and the shortfall of nearly [-] has been eaten up by people. If the army rations are converted into one year, there are enough [-] taels of silver in the income!"

Feng Lin frowned slightly.

"The remaining [-]% of the soldiers are used by the gentry in the city all year round. They rarely practice and have no combat power at all. How can such a weak army withstand the Japanese pirates' strong ships and artillery?"

Yang Dazhi changed his tone and said sadly: "Everyone slanders my elder brother for being timid and afraid of fighting. Who knows, it's not that he doesn't dare to fight, but that he has no soldiers to fight at all."

Feng Lin wiped the dart, until the edge of the dart gradually seemed to be decisive, then raised his head and asked, "As you said, where did the 70 taels of income go?"

Feng Lin originally came here to investigate corruption in the army, and he couldn't dig out what he wanted, but because of him, it was a bottom-line anecdote, and it was up to his heart whether he listened to it or not.

Knowing this, Yang Dazhi said in a low voice: "This is the second reason for the defeat I want to talk about. The warehouses are empty."

Feng Lin scoffed coldly: "70 taels of silver can't fill a warehouse in the government office. What kind of bottomless pit is that?"

"My lord, you should know that today's imperial court is dominated by vines, vines and branches, and cronyism is prevalent. The white money is not like flowing water," Yang Dazhi made a pointing gesture, "It is going to flow upwards. I guess Elder brother must have prevented some people from making money, so he was labeled as a collaborator and wanted to put him to death."

He quickly glanced at Feng Lin, and boldly said: "How did you get demoted to be a commander back then, and how did you get to Minzhou? Isn't it the same reason."

Suddenly there was a flash of sharpness, and before Yang Dazhi could react in time, the dart was already hitting him, pinning the corner of his robe sleeve.

"As I said, since you have a huge reason, if you dare to drag him into the water, the king will never tolerate it." Feng Lin's words revealed a hint of danger.

Yang Dazhi had no way out, he turned his heart and asked loudly: "Even though the grand master has lost his memory, he is still the No. 1 of Yan Chao's white clothes. How can the prince trap him for a lifetime in the name of ban?"

Thick clouds rolled in all around, and the night seemed to be so heavy that it couldn't fall.Feng Lin thought about it amidst the thunder, and suddenly smiled: "The name of forbidden can't be trapped, what do you think of the name of my wife?"

Thunder exploded in the sky, blowing Yang Dazhi's consciousness into fireworks.

The weather on the sea was changing quickly, the moonlit night was clear one moment, and the next second it was stormy, Feng Lin was worried about the windows of the wing room not being closed, and refused to stay for long.

Before leaving, he said a few words: "Yang Dayong's death was due to collaborating with the enemy and treason. There is no real evidence to exonerate him. You must not act rashly. Also, your life, including your wife and children, will be protected by this king for the time being. If you say a wrong word in front of your husband, I will let you know what it means to repent."

It rained all night until dawn.The rising sun dries up the dew, and erases all the secrets of last night, except for the soreness all over the body and the aftertaste left on the tent.

The trace was not obvious, but it was eye-catching, Cang Lang looked at it with his arms crossed, feeling a little frustrated.

This is not the first time they have been lingering, Feng Lin has become more and more demanding, and has become more and more knowledgeable about pleasing others. There have been moments of depression, and Cang Lang never thinks it is a kind of fall.If the career of confinement is to last for a long time, it is good to stop at Fengyue.However, last night, there seemed to be some other affection besides the joy, which made him unconsciously lean towards Feng Lin, turning him into a fish in the other's arms.

It is very dangerous to rely on it to survive.

Canglang is not safe anywhere, so I don't want to think about it.It wasn't until Huaying rushed into the room, and a wolf's head was arched on the bed, that he lazily stood up with his arms propped up.

"What's the fuss? It's more troublesome than your master."

After slapping off the wolf's head, the guy who had committed crimes and acted evil and pretended to be innocent walked in through the door, and the bastard said, "Are you awake? You have been sleeping too much all night, and you missed breakfast."

Cang Lang didn't even give him a look, and went down to look for his shoes: "I can't get a spoonful from the big palace, I'd better go out and find another way to make a living."

Feng Lin twitched the corners of his lips, took out the soft-soled fast boots behind his back, squatted down and embraced Cang Lang's feet naturally: "I'm afraid it's hard to make a spoonful. The stomach is equally impressive."

Cang Lang's cheeks were slightly red, and he wanted to reprimand him for being out of shape, but his eyes fell on the pair of boots: "There is an order in the officials that the common people are not allowed to wear boots..." However, he also knew that if he still wore the rough straw sandals from the past , sooner or later the ankle injury will be worn out and suppurated.

"It's okay," Feng Lin put on clean socks for Canglang, put on boots, looked at the size, and replied seriously: "You are not someone else." Huaiying, who was lying on the ground, raised her head when she heard the words, and said "woo" in agreement.

With a slightly stiff posture, he retracted his feet, all the tenderness of last night disappeared, and the waves seemed to be a solid lotus root: "No soup, a bowl of porridge is also good, I'm about to faint from hunger."

Feng Lin thought for a while, and asked him: "Zuixianju has a new cook who specializes in Huaiyang cuisine, do you want to try something new?"

Before the deity could speak, a loud belly sound answered for him first.In the knowing smile of the other party, Cang Lang covered his face in dismay, lowered his head and touched the sharp pain behind his neck: "Bite by something?"

Feng Lin's eyes changed, and he pulled out the collar to fasten it for him: "Spike Fang, I'll smooth the point for you tomorrow."

Huaiying retracted her sharp claws, and the soft pads stepped on the pole without making a sound.It arched its back and tailed its tail, its eyes glanced past the wound, it stood tall and proudly thought: its own teeth can't bite into such an ugly shape.

The scenery of Zuixianju is in full bloom at night, and it is the time when the begonias are still asleep and the hangover is not waking up, entering the gate of the courtyard, it is quiet and peaceful.

Feng Lin was worthy of the nickname of silverfish chief, and he was familiar with the way when he called in, and went straight to the private room specially set up for him on the second floor of the Ganlan Building.The furnishings are exquisite, and it is more elevated than the outside room.

Cang Lang pushed open the window, and saw a plantain pavilion planted in the southeast corner of the courtyard wall. The wide leaves could not hold the rainwater overnight, and it flowed like a splash.

He turned his face slightly, and asked suspiciously: "It rained last night? Why is there no movement at all?"

Feng Lin sat at the table and peeled off the lotus seeds, tore off the lotus clothes, and picked the lotus core with a fine needle. His hands with knives and guns did these delicate tasks without showing any inappropriateness.

Cang Lang curled his lips when he saw it, the capital's dandy is a little too particular.

"It's because you slept so deeply that even the sound of thunder and rain couldn't wake you up."

Canglang’s ears were hot, and he made amends for himself: “Thanks to the spices prepared by Boss Yu, after coming to Minzhou, I have less dreams, and I only feel refreshed when I wake up, and I have no thoughts. I’ll ask the Lord for help later. .”

Feng Lin paused for peeling the lotus seeds, his eyes flickered for a moment, and said softly, "Okay."

He clapped his sleeves and got up, and walked up to Cang Lang with a plate: "Taste."

In summer, when the lotus withers, it is the time to eat lotus seeds. However, Minzhou is mountainous and close to the sea, and pond mud is scarce.It's nothing more than raising lotus for viewing, but it's wasteful to raise and eat.Cang Lang didn't think about the Sheji silverfish any more, he silently picked one up and put it in his mouth, biting it loudly.

"Sweet."

"The lotus seeds are cored, so they are naturally sweet." Feng Lin smiled.

The wolf cub who grew up in the wild was not afraid of suffering, until that year, deep in the lotus root, the husband stuffed the heart-picked lotus seeds into his mouth, Feng Lin didn't know that the lotus seeds could be so sweet.

He picked up another one, and took advantage of the gap between Cang Lang's lips to poke his thumb in, gently kneading and slowly twisting the center of his lips, the familiar movements reminded people of other places.Cang Lang swallowed his body fluid, and the corners of his eyes sparkled.

"Ding ding dong..."

There was a ringing and crisp sound coming from the fragrance of rouge, it was not the sound of pearls, hairpins and jade rings bumping into each other. Cang Lang could tell when he heard it that the rumored boss Yu, who was "beautiful over three spring peaches and as cold as nine ice", has arrived.

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