Powerful ministers are husbands

On the day Pang Miao decided to go home, Cao Lv sent someone pretending to be a foreigner to send a letter to Mrs. Pang.

Lian Song would pass by Pang's house every day when he went to the academy, so he would naturally know the news that Pang Miao was coming home soon. He hadn't seen him for several months, and he would definitely come to Pang's house immediately after leaving the academy.

The only difference is that there is one more person beside Lian Song, who has always been alone.

Pang Miao felt unfamiliar, and through Lian Song's introduction, he found out that he was a new friend in the academy, named Tang Li, who had just been recommended by the local academy to study in the imperial capital in the middle of last month.

"When I heard that brother Pang was already famous on the gold list, Tang admired him."

Pang Miao looked at the man in front of him who was at least one foot taller than him, and bowed his hands modestly and politely. When he bent down/// their heads almost knocked together. Fortunately, Xue Jinyi pulled him back with quick eyes and hands.

"It's a fluke, it's just a fluke." Pang Miao said politely.More than three years ago, his father was seriously ill in bed. As time was running out, he was eagerly looking forward to his imperial examination and high school. He didn't want to revive the glory of the Pang family's ancestors, but only wanted to improve his face so that his relatives and friends would not laugh at him any longer.It was precisely because of his father's wish that he was able to perform exceptionally well in the provincial and imperial examinations, and was named on the gold list.

However, the requirements of relatives and friends have always been strict. Even if you have to be born as a second-class Jinshi, you have not survived the selection, and you have been mixed up with an official position, in their eyes, it is still mediocre.

The mother and son of the Pang family don't care about these anymore, just settle their wishes and live their own lives.

"Pang Miao, what's wrong with your leg?" Lian Song noticed that Pang Miao was leaning on crutches, and he was a little embarrassed when he backed up just now.

"In order to get home as soon as possible, I walked through the random graves at night," Pang Miao explained without changing his expression, "I saw the ghost fire flying, so I was so scared that I didn't pay attention to the road under my feet. I lived for a long time, and I dared to set out on the road after waiting for a long time."

"Woman's fire?" Lian Song's face turned pale, and his expression became even worse.

Such a performance fell in Pang Miao's eyes, and he had to wonder if Lian Song had ever been to Luan Tomb, and happened to pass by?Or to save Shan Feng who was seriously injured and suspended animation?What he wanted more was the former. He didn't want his friend who had been with him for so many years to hang out with a vicious bandit and ruin his future—whether it was voluntary or passive, it would not have a good ending.

For friends who have studied for many years just to show off their careers, this is a weakness, and he starts from here to explore one or two facts.

He took the initiative to take this matter from Cao Lv. He had his own selfish motives.It is much better for him to learn the truth first than to be known by the government.If it is really the initiative to help the bandits that he doesn't want to see, he still has a chance to persuade Lian Song's prodigal son to turn around and pay off his merits.If it is passive, you can directly take Lian Song out of this matter.

"A Song, are you alright?" Pang Miao asked with concern.

"No, nothing." Lian Song smiled sadly.

Tang Li interjected: "The night before yesterday, on the way home from the academy, brother Lian accidentally bumped into a car transporting corpses and overturned. He was so frightened that his fever didn't subside until this morning."

"Let's not talk about it," Lian Song managed to pull himself together, and patted Pang Miao's shoulder comfortingly, "Your sister had an accident, and I came to comfort my aunt those days. A Miao, you are injured, please mourn."

Xue Jinyi snorted coldly.

Lian Song looked at him in surprise.

"Come to the room to talk." Pang Miao slowly moved back into the room while leaning on his crutches.

"Brother Xue, what are you..." Mrs. Pang had explained earlier, but Lian Song still couldn't understand their family's thoughts when leaving such a son of a murderous enemy at home.

Xue Jinyi folded his arms and stood behind Pang Miao, "Oh, I shouldn't have said these words."

Pang Miao looked sad, with tears in his eyes, and the crutch in his hand hit the ground heavily, "My sister is such a good girl, and she is loved by my mother and me in every way at home. Live a lifetime in peace, but..." He showed a remorseful expression, "I told my mother a long time ago, now that the family is not right, it is better to call off this marriage, but the old lady of the Cao family must abide by the agreement, now... "

Lian Song and Tang Li exchanged a look of astonishment. He had never seen Pang Miao, who was as calm as still water, so emotionally fluctuating. Sister, these friends also know about it.Pang Miao was traveling well, and when he suddenly learned of the news of his sister's death, he rushed back all night long. He must have had a backlog of anger in his heart, and it was he who singled it out.

"It's all to blame..." Pang Miao paused, "It's all to blame for that useless brother-in-law. If it wasn't for him, how could Jun Wen be implicated? How could he not be here at such a young age?"

Lian Song looked at Pang Miao, who was full of anger and resentment, and froze for a while, then hurried forward to comfort him: "A Miao, I heard that General Cao sent out two concubines for your sister. Now, and the rumors in the imperial capital are all about how loving they are, so your resentment is in the wrong place, right?" He raised his eyes to look at Xue Jinyi behind him.

"Wrong? That's right! I heard that after the funeral, he never came to my house again. How could he be so affectionate? It sounds nice on the outside, but I'm afraid he wants to forget about him quickly?" Pang Miao recalled at this moment It was Xue Weikai's ferocious face full of hatred, and at this moment, his fallacies and heresies are just like Xue Weikai's.As for Cao Lu, who had never been to Pang's house during this period, it was only for outsiders to see.

Lian Song sighed, "I understand you, what are you going to do?"

After saying a word, Pang Miao's expression suddenly fell to the bottom of the gloomy abyss, "We ordinary people, what else can we do other than hold back a mouthful of resentment and live in a humble way? I want to stab him with a knife and let him go down to accompany him. My sister."

Lian Matsumoto's already pale face was even more miserable like white snow, as bleak as a dead leaf in the autumn wind, and said nervously: "Qi returns to Qi, you can't do murder."

Seeing that Lian Song was really worried about himself, Pang Miao hurriedly said, "I'm talking, I'm just talking, I don't look like a murderer. Anyway, in the future, don't let people from the academy come to my house and count on me." Pleading with Cao Lu or something." He pretended to be relaxed, and when he turned his head to get the teacup, out of the corner of his eye, Tang Li Zhengyong looked at him with a probing look, and he pretended not to see it calmly. Eyes lowered.

"That's good." Lian Song wiped his forehead with his sleeve indiscriminately, "You rest at ease, I'll come see you tomorrow."

"Lian Song," Pang Miao said to stop him, "have dinner at my house, you come to visit me, how dare you go home hungry."

"No, I can't." Lian Song rolled his eyes left and right and explained: "Chunwei failed again this year. I plan to try my best to take the last exam. If I haven't passed it, I should consider finding a job."

"You need to read books, but you need to eat to survive." Pang Miao put his hands on his forehead, making a sad appearance, "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

Lian Song looked at Tang Li, hesitated again and again, and finally stayed to eat.

After dinner, Lian Song and Tang Li left in a hurry, Pang Miao winked at Zhang Mu, and Zhang Mu's figure flashed, blending into the vast night.

He stood behind the door for a while. The street was cold and quiet after nightfall. Occasionally, one or two pedestrians hurried past, rushing home to have a hot meal with their families.

There are more than [-] students in the school where Lian Song works. After studying on weekdays, what the students like to talk about most is all kinds of rumors in the imperial capital, and it is also the best choice to let the rumors spread.Tomorrow someone will definitely ask Lian Song about the Pang family and the Cao family, so he can only rely on Lian Song to say that Pang Miao hates the Cao family.

"Master!" When he turned his head, he almost collided with the person who jumped out suddenly.

"Jinxiu, you're back too."

"I'll be back the day the funeral is over." Jinxiu smiled, she didn't have any pressure at all in Pang's house, she didn't feel restrained, "Master told me to take good care of the young master! I carefully selected the herbs and served them to the young master later .”

"Good." Pang Miao smiled, and was supported by Jinxiu back to the room.

In less than half an hour, Zhang Mu came back.

"That Tang Li lived in Lian Song's house. I saw that he had a steady foot, not like an ordinary scholar, so I didn't dare to get close to observe for the time being. I only knew that there was nothing unusual about them reading with a light when they returned home."

"This Tang Li is a bit strange." Pang Miao said: "Lian Song is withdrawn by nature and doesn't like to make friends. I was a classmate with him for a year, and we often asked questions before we became friends. How could they get along? And Tang Li It feels more like watching Lian Song's every move."

Xue Jinyi nodded in agreement, "I think so too."

"Except for a thief cousin, why would a scholar with a clean family background be watched?" Pang Miao rubbed his chin, even though the matter might not have anything to do with Shan Feng and the closing of the case, but Lian Song was his friend, he was still very worried So he silently put Tang Li on the list of suspects.

After drinking the medicine, Pang Miao went to bed early to rest out of an attitude of actively treating the leg injury, Jinxiu turned off the lights, and closed the door.

As the night darkened, the Pang family's house fell into a dark silence. When the wind blew through the grass and trees, it was only vaguely discernible that something was shaking.

Suddenly, a figure jumped up to the top of Pang's house nimbly. Under the hazy moonlight, like an alert black cat, it crouched on the top of the wall, distinguishing the buildings under the night with cold eyes.

Not long after, the man landed lightly on the wall, without making any sound when his toes touched the ground. A big yellow dog lying on the side of the courtyard jumped up with a "bass" and was about to howl. I don't know what the man used. The way, the big yellow dog lay down with two "boo hoo", and then he walked quickly to a courtyard on the right as if he had a goal.

At this moment, Pang Miao couldn't fall asleep, and stared at the window reflecting the shadow of the tree in a daze.

Suddenly, he saw a vague black shadow among the sparse tree shadows, motionless, like a ghost in the dark night.