The villain's guide to throwing blame

"Get out!" Feng Ling sat up abruptly, panting heavily to calm his turbulent mood.He dazedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Young master, are you going to get up?" Outside, Nian Xia asked softly when she heard the movement coming from the house.

Feng Ling just came back to his senses when he heard the words, he looked through the curtain of the bed, and it was already daylight.

After roughly thinking about today's arrangements in his mind, he lazily leaned back against the head of the bed and said loudly, "Bring water, I want to take a bath."

Immediately, he turned his eyes and saw the notebook on the head of the bed. He pinched it with one hand, recalling the terrifying scene in his dream last night where ghosts were everywhere and pounced on him, the veins on his forehead twitched, and his anger soared.

He paused, and then said, "Call me Banhe together." There was a bit of gnashing of teeth in his tone.

Banhe was a little dazed when he came in with the water delivery man, the young master summoned him so early, he didn't know what to do, could it be that he had read the scriptures he found last time, and came to urge him?

"Ouch." He had just walked into the room, when his eyes blurred, a few books flew over and fell down, hitting his head with pain.

He rubbed his forehead blankly, looked carefully at the young master who was in a bad mood, and asked, "Young master, what's the matter? Are these few scripts not to your liking?"

"Hmph, how dare you say it." Feng Ling sat on the edge of the bed carelessly, with his legs crossed, squinting over, "Have you read the content here?" He raised his face and pointed his chin as a signal.

Banhe picked up the book suspiciously and replied, "The little one didn't have time to read it carefully, so I only read it roughly. These books were all given to me by Ban Song after reading them, saying they were about the grudges between ghosts, ghosts, strangeness, and rivers and lakes." This book, the story is quite innovative, is there anything wrong with it?"

Feng Ling coughed twice when he heard the words, and swallowed back the words he was about to blurt out.The two bastards, half pine and half crane, were not frightened after reading it. If he said that he had read the book, he was haunted by the horrific scene in the book in his dream, and woke up covered in cold sweat. Where would he put his face? ?

He turned his head uncomfortably, seeing that Banhe was still looking at him with a serious and suspicious expression, he felt a lump in his heart, and forcibly suppressed the anger that he didn't spill out.

He waved his hand dejectedly, "I didn't say anything about it, it's just that the story is very clichéd and meaningless, try something new next time." He lazily stood up and walked towards the bathtub, "Come here, help me Undress and take a shower."

"Yes." Banhe put down the book in his hand, and skillfully served his young master.

Feng Ling lazily soaked in the hot water, the corners of his eyes were a little red from the heat, he lay on the edge of the bathtub, and Ren Banhe poured hot water on him to wash him.Bored, he twisted a strand of his long hair and asked, "Is there any interesting news today?"

"The young master asked the right question," Banhe replied enthusiastically. "Today's news is indeed very different, and it can be regarded as the biggest event in the past thirty years."

"Oh?" The young master became interested when he heard this.

"At today's hour, the Shadow Pavilion sub-floor under Yunfu Town sent up a message that the owner of the Xuanwu Pavilion on Daoyunfu Mountain was killed in his own room. It looks like it was done by someone seeking revenge."

After listening to Ban He's last rather strange words, Feng Ling turned around, raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "So, Shadow Pavilion has other discoveries?"

Banhe nodded and said, "I don't know much, just a few words I heard while waiting for the young master to summon me. It seems that there are other secrets. It is estimated that after a meeting, Bai Guanshi will come to tell the young master about this. something happened."

Fengling nodded thoughtfully, got up and was served by Banhe and Nianxia to change clothes and wash, changed his clothes refreshingly and planned to go to Qilu Pavilion for dinner, but when he passed by the wardrobe shelf on the right side of his room, It stopped suddenly.

A familiar yet somewhat strange smell came, and he reached out to take the clothes he had changed on top suspiciously, lowered his head and sniffed, and slowly frowned.

"Nian Xia, did my clothes change? Why does it smell so strange." He turned his head and asked.

Nian Xia laughed when he heard the words, "Isn't that right, young master, a few days ago you told your servant that you would copy the scriptures for Madam, and change the incense and meals to plain ones. Then the servant ordered someone to use Buddhist scriptures. Scented lavender, I have replaced my daily meals with vegetarian food."

Feng Ling thought about it, and it seemed that there was such a filial piety to respond to, although it was a little later, but he still reminded himself of this, so he nodded, put down his clothes, and didn't worry about it.

Seeing this, Nian Xia hurried forward, picked up the clothes and said, "Why don't Banhe go to the dining room with the young master first, and I will change the clothes and bed that the young master changed last night." After finishing speaking, she remained calm Concisely glanced at Banhe beside Fengling, and gave a slight signal.

Hearing the words, Feng Ling waved his hand indiscriminately, agreed to her request and turned around to leave.Ban He followed behind him, quietly showing understanding towards Nian Xia, and followed the Eldest Young Master away.

The maid let go of her tightly clenched hands in a place where Feng Ling could not see, and her hands were covered with cold sweat. She lowered her head to look at a corner of the clothes in her hands that was deliberately covered by her, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, then turned and left quietly.

It was March, and Xiuyun Fengjia, which was rooted in Jiuyunbo in the south, was in the misty and rainy season.The pavilions and pavilions of Jiuyunbo are all immersed in the mist and drizzle, and the transparent silk thread is entwined with the spun yarn in the corridor with the breeze, but it does not invade the corridor at all.

The flowers and plants in the garden are more beautiful under the nourishment of rain, and the half-suspended pavilions are hidden in the dense clouds.

Qingyun hides the treasure hall, mist hides the corridor.

Feng Ling walked around the winding corridor slowly, looking at the hazy spring scenery outside the corridor, he didn't feel any emotion, but just clicked his tongue impatiently.

He unconsciously quickened his pace, and the long robe and sleeves fluttered leisurely behind him. Seeing this, Banhe didn't dare to speak, and only trotted up to keep up with the young master's pace.

What my young master hates the most is the rainy weather. Every spring, he would hide in the warm pavilion as if it was winter. I am afraid it will be like this today, the little book boy secretly thought with.

Because of Young Master Feng's irritability, the journey that was still a bit long ended up being almost swept away by stepping on the wind and thunder steps.

Uncle Bai, the old steward of the Feng family, raised his eyes and saw his young master rushing in with a cloudy expression on his face, walked to the place closest to the fire and sat down, nestled up as if he had no bones, his expression slowly recovered Stretched out.Banhe followed closely behind, panting heavily, blushing and ran in.

Feng Ling looked up at his little bookboy lazily, raised his eyebrows, "Banhe, you are usually lazy in martial arts training, you can still breathe when you come here with such an idea. I will ask Bansong to tell the martial artist to give you Extra training."

Uncle Bai: "..."

Banhe: "Huhu——"

He was almost out of breath trying to catch up with Feng Ling, and he didn't have time to defend himself.God is so pitiful, he took his own small steps to keep up with Feng Leibu and almost killed himself.

Young Master Feng has always been a person whose mind is smaller than the tip of a needle. The bad breath he swallowed when he got up today didn't dissipate at all because of the passage of time, but because the weather was much worse.Now that I feel comfortable, thinking of this incident makes my heart itch and I can't help but make the people around me unhappy.

Uncle Bai knew very well what kind of virtue his young master was, so he shook his head helplessly and indulgently when he heard this.He poured a cup of tea and put it in Fengling's hand, and waited for him to finish rinsing his mouth before laying out chopsticks for him.Then he also sat down under Feng Ling's signal.

Feng Ling held up his chopsticks to pick a bamboo shoot for Uncle Bai, and asked casually, "Why didn't my parents come to eat with me today?"

"Yesterday, the master took his wife to go boating in Jiutian Lake, and he will probably stay for half a month before returning." Uncle Bai replied.

"Oh." Feng Ling responded without any surprise, and continued to eat without interest. "When I got up today, Banhe told me about the Xuanwu Pavilion, but what's the secret? Could it be that the wrinkled old man died of love? Tsk tsk,"

Feng Ling raised his brows and said excitedly, "What a weird hobby, I think most people can't do it. Could it be a romantic debt when I was young?"

Uncle Bai didn't bother to correct Master Chang's life expectancy among the ascetics, so he didn't hear his young master's mouth full of joy, so he put down the bowls and chopsticks, looked at Feng Ling seriously, and said, "There is such a thing However, the news that the Shadow Pavilion found is not only that, they also found out the cause of the death of Pavilion Master Chang."

"They suspected that the Chang Pavilion master was injured by the Shaolin Prajna palm. And in the Chang Pavilion master room, they found a furnace of Buddhist incense that was about to burn out and a string of Buddhist beads that had never appeared before."

When Feng Ling heard the fragrance of Buddha, he thought of the incense he smelled on his clothes today, his heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at Ban He deeply, seeing the bewildered face of the little boy, and then calmly wrote it down in his heart. over this.

After Uncle Bai finished speaking, he stopped the chopsticks in his hand, and slowly turned his head to look at Uncle Bai, with a subtle expression on his face, "Did you die under the Shaolin Prajna Art?"

"No, the fatal wound is a sword wound, and I haven't seen what kind of move it is yet."

Hearing this, he gently put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, tapped the table with his fingertips, and began to calculate carefully, "That is to say, this matter may be done by Shaolin, or it may not be."

"Yes, but in terms of Shaolin's conduct..."

"Uncle Bai," Feng Ling interrupted the old steward, picked up the cup of tea with a half-smile and said slowly, "This matter doesn't mean that Shaolin used to be able to get rid of suspicion." He lowered his head and sipped it. He took a sip of tea, "Instead, what we say now is the truth."

"What does the young master mean?" Uncle Bai was a little surprised by Fengling's sudden change of attitude towards Shaolin.

Feng Ling leaned against the back of the chair, squinted his eyes comfortably, and drew circles on the teacup with his fingers, "I, I want the whole of Zhonglu to know this time, this matter has nothing to do with Shaolin." His eyebrows and eyes He said briskly.

After finally catching such a good opportunity, how could it be wasted like this?

Uncle Bai frowned when he heard the words, he asked inexplicably, "Why is the young master so eager to pin this matter on Shaolin this time? Aren't you always very protective of Shaolin?"

The aristocratic young master stood up and walked slowly to the window.Holding the window coffin with one hand, he stretched out his right hand out of the window, watching the silk thread that keeps winding up and sliding down, as if he could finally catch something that slipped away from his hand before, he clenched his palm violently.

He looked at the scenery outside the window with far-reaching eyes, and said with a light smile, "I don't believe it, under such persecution, Shaolin still didn't send that man out of the mountain to check his innocence."

"Didn't he hide from me? I want to see when he can escape this time!"

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