The villain's guide to throwing blame

"Ban Song." The little bookboy who was lying on the small table with nothing to do, turned his head to look at Ban He who was frowning and sorting out the information received in the past few days, and poked him carefully.

Some days ago, some old people who were divided into cabinets were unfavorable and perfunctory in their attitudes, so that the least important things might be half-loosed later, only to feel that the veins on their foreheads were jumping desperately.

Those old stewards in the branches of the clan who had a relationship with abductees thought that the young master Fengling had a good temper and could not touch them, the old people in the pavilion, and what's more, as they worried about in the past few days, the clan was not very good. How come there is a rumor that Fengling is in trouble, and those who have been beaten seem to have forgotten the resolute and decisive style of this young master when he was in power, and one or two are acting like monsters.

——"Oh, loose management, it's not that I'm not good at handling things, it's really a shortage of manpower."

This is slick Tai Chi.

——"A few days ago, the cabinet was busy checking the accounts and reports, and it was too late to urge the servants to do it. When I go back, I will discipline them and hurry up to do what the young master ordered."

This is looking for a reason, and it looks like it is sincere, but it is one thing on the surface and one thing behind the back.

——"I sent someone to do it long ago, but I never thought about it, and I haven't come back until today!"

This is to pass the buck and pretend that it has nothing to do with you.

……

Bansong sighed, pressed the center of his brows, feeling a little worried.

Do these people really think that the young master is giving them face? If it weren't for the fact that one or two of them put their tails away at the beginning, people would not be able to catch their mistakes for a while, and the young master would not have time to find out the Feng family's property in the future. , how can there be these people who rely on the old and sell the old, just eat but don't do anything, and only cling to the Feng family's ancestral business to make a living?

I'm afraid that when the young master comes back, these people can't afford to walk around, and a series of them will be pulled out, and maybe they will be able to pull out those secrets in the clan that people really don't like.

Hearing his little brother calling him, he put the things in his hands half loosely, and he didn't have the heart to look at them, he only gloated a little and waited for the young master to pull out all these headaches when the time came, and wiped his head and face. There is not a single point left for me.

"What's the matter?" Bansong grabbed the teacup on the table, took two sips, and said casually.

"Ban Song, do you feel that something is wrong with the young master these days?" Ban He saw him answering himself, so he moved closer and asked mysteriously in a low voice.

"Cough—" The cold water in his throat suddenly choked into his nasal cavity, and he let go of the teacup in his half-loose hand, coughing heart-rendingly before recovering.

"What? Why do you think something's wrong with the young master?" He frowned puzzledly, staring at Banhe, feeling inexplicably nervous as if he was facing an enemy.

Terrified enough by Bansong's sudden earth-shattering cough, Banhe's eyes were a little straight, looking at his brother who was reacting fiercely, he still couldn't get back to his senses, "Huh...huh?"

Seeing him like this, Ban Song took a breath and repeated it again in a relaxed manner, asking him what he thought was wrong with the young master.

"It's hard for me to say," Banhe scratched his head in distress, "I feel that the young master is different from usual, and it becomes more difficult to understand day by day, as if he suddenly lost his temper."

Hearing this, Bansong let out a sigh of relief, and immediately some unspeakable complex emotions surfaced, making him open his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only silently close his mouth, talking with the dazed half. Crane fell silent together.

"Where did the young master go?" Banhe couldn't figure out the question just now, and even Bansong couldn't seem to figure out why, so he had to put the question to the back of his mind and didn't bother to think about it.

"Huh?" Hearing this, Bansong looked at him in surprise, and asked strangely, "You don't even remember this? It's almost summer, and the days are approaching, isn't the young master How about this time?"

Banhe was patted lightly on the head by him, and then he remembered that the young master of the family went out alone every spring, and only came back alone in two or three days.

In previous years, whenever this time was approaching, Feng Ling would nest in his study in silence, not willing to move, as if he had grown up there, flipping through ancient books.

Coming out of the sect this year and walking with Master Yuechen, unexpected incidents happened one after another, which made Banhe almost forget about this date, and Fengling didn't see anything unusual, so he thought he might not go this year, Do you still remember it?

"Wait," a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he was a little confused, "Did the young master go with Master Yuechen? Did he take the mage with him?" Isn't he not willing to take outsiders there? He came and went alone in a hurry.

"Who knows?" Maybe, Master Yuechen is not an outsider?Bansong glanced at the little book boy for a few times, but he didn't say the latter sentence, and he couldn't understand it, so he could only make a secret guess by himself.

Alas, Banshi is a mallet, and Banhe is not much better. He is full of excitement of discovering the young master's little secret, but he has nowhere to say that no one can understand. It really suffocates him.

Bansong turned his head in distress, opened the curtains on the carriage, looked at the scenery passing by outside the carriage, and dissipated his melancholy.

Banhe racked his brains and couldn't figure out what was going on with Master Yuechen. The young master's thoughts were as deep as the sea, but it was getting harder and harder to understand, so he had to go back to read sister Xia and talk about it.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of a question. After hesitating for a while, he asked softly, "Ban Song, do you think the young master has remembered something?"

Hearing this, Bansong's body shook, and he looked at him with deep meaning in his eyes. Banshi, who had been silently listening to the conversation between the two on the shaft, also turned his head and looked at Banhe. The three of them fell into a deep depression for a while In a tense atmosphere.

"Chi——" Bansong couldn't hold back, he sneered twice, stretched out his hand, and rubbed the little bookboy's head fiercely, "You boy, you think about a lot of things every day."

Banhe was in a hurry, he held his head, held his breath and said: "I'm serious! I think the young master is not quite right, and he didn't say anything this year, and now he is taking Master Yuechen there together As for the place, it doesn’t seem like I remembered something.”

Hearing Banhe's exasperated words, Bansong and Banshi looked at each other without a trace, then looked away tacitly, snorted twice, and said coolly: "Even if you know something, why are you in a hurry? , Young Master is still Young Master, he is not in a hurry, what are you worrying about here?"

"Furthermore, if something really happened, we must have other arrangements. On the side of Xiuyun, Master and Uncle Bai will not sit idly by. It depends on what the young master has in mind."

After Bansong finished speaking, he picked up the letters and newspapers on the table and read them one by one, obviously showing that he didn't want to talk anymore.On the other side, Banshi also retracted his body, and sat upright on the shaft of the car, leaving Banhe alone, sitting in the car with a half-knowledge and being confused.

A hundred miles away from them, Fengling had already brought Yuechen to the outside of Mingye Town, and the two stopped in the nearby Xiping City, wanting to inquire about something special, but they both met with Bansong first. Tell them the same, had to give up.

"It seems that we have to go in first." Young Master Feng was dressed in red, holding a fan with a smile, and patted the palm of his hand twice.

After saying that, he turned his head and put Yue Chen in a large amount from his head with critical eyes. He saw that he was wearing a black shirt embroidered with gold thread, and there was a dark golden strange pattern pasted on his wrist. He was wearing a black hat on his head. It's not like an orthodox monk.

Seeing that the plain-clothed monk changed into this indifferent and crooked appearance, Feng Ling nodded in satisfaction, touched a mask and put it on his face, and the change of clothes was considered complete.

"Master's clothes today are more pleasing to me than usual." Young Master Feng blatantly teased among the crowd of fish and snakes around him, and his low voice was transmitted to the monk's ears.

"..." Yuechen lowered his eyes, and glanced lightly at the young man's tall back, pretending he didn't hear it.Now Feng Ling can't see the low mood from yesterday at all. Although he is a little noisy, he always feels more comfortable than the depressed look last night.

Feng Ling, who doesn't know what the monk is thinking, is very excited. The undercurrent opens every three years, and every year, he will send invitations to Feng's family, but after all, it is a place where righteousness and evil spirits are mixed. If you are not careful, you can get into some troubles. , the old Patriarch Feng was not willing to take him there at first, but later he himself didn't have the time to participate.

However, although he has never been here before, Feng Ling, who has done enough homework, is still very clear about some of the doorways. He dragged Yuechen into the town without changing his face, and did not go with the crowd, but turned around. He walked into an alley and knocked on the door with a strange rhythm.

An old man opened the door with a gloomy face. He looked at the two of them, took the jade pendant from Feng Ling, and hissed, "I don't know what the guest officer wants."

At this time, Feng Ling glanced at the silent Yuechen from the corner of his eye, and said with a smile: "Two upper rooms, and reserve a larger room. Someone will come looking for me in a few days, please prepare some hot water for the shopkeeper." Eat."

The old man glanced at the two of them strangely, nodded in response, staggered and turned his head, and muttered a few words, "Tsk, you have to live in two rooms even though you're a Taoist couple, it's just torturing the old man."

"..."

Feng Ling's eyelids twitched, the corners of his mouth parted, and he said with a dry smile: "A few days ago, Bansong ordered the branch office to make a reservation for me, and I don't know what to say."

At this time, Yuechen's gaze pierced through the bamboo hat and landed on his face. Because he couldn't see and couldn't distinguish his emotions, he nodded slowly, and followed the shop boy who came up to lead the way across Fengling. Go upstairs first.

"..." I always felt that Yue Chen's eyes were strange recently, Feng Ling's mouth twitched, and he followed.

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