After more than a month, the weather started to get colder.
The leaves are sprinkled in the city of Fuzhou, and also in countless temples.
A monk stood outside the temple gate and said respectfully: "Lord Yan walks slowly." ” An official in his thirties turned around and arched his hand and said, "The master stays, and this official will come back next month." ” The monk nodded slightly, and then watched the man descend the mountain.
"Senior brother, Yan Chunhui hasn't made an inch for many years, so we don't need to go and provide for him, right?"
A monk asked in the back, a little unconvinced.
The monk chuckled and said, "Yan Dajian is the left attendant of the Ministry of Rites in the capital, and if he can't get it, he is the secretary of the Ministry of Rites."
And Yan Chunhui can't move in an inch, it's just to avoid it, as long as Yan Dajian goes up, Yan Chunhui will be relieved. ” "Then he's going to soar in the future?"
"That's right, young Toshihiko!
If you don't get it in the future, it's a good story of two masters. ” Yan Chunhui also felt that he could be regarded as a young and handsome man, as long as his father was successfully promoted to Shangshu, he would be the son of the top important minister of the Ming Dynasty, and if it was the Song Dynasty, it would be Yanei.
His appearance is gentle and elegant, and some people say that he came out of the same mold as his father Yan Dajian.
The mountain road is not rugged, Yan Chunhui walks as a car, and when he encounters an old man, he will even avoid the side, respectfully asking the other party to go first.
There was a gentle slope ahead, and the little guy who followed Yan Chunhui said, "Young master, the master hasn't believed it yet." ” Yan Chunhui smiled slightly, looked at a man walking in front of him and said, "What's the hurry!"
Many things are like boiling soup, and if you rush to drink the soup before the time comes, it doesn't taste good!
” The little guy smiled: "Anyway, the little one will definitely be from the Zaifu family in the future." ” These words had the meaning of flattery, Yan Chunhui shook his head and scolded with a smile: "Nonsense!
Don't talk nonsense in the future. ” When the man who came heard this, a look of fear flashed across his face.
The little guy said proudly: "Young master, how dare such people talk nonsense, otherwise they will turn around and kill him." ” At this time, the man slowly looked up at Yan Chunhui, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and asked, "But Lord Yan?"
” Yan Chunhui subconsciously said: "It's this official." ” The man smiled and said, "Yan Chunhui?"
” "Bold!"
The little guy punched over, and the man's right hand hidden behind him moved, and there was an extra blood mark on the little guy's neck, and then the blood flew away.
Yan Chunhui was frightened by this sudden change, and stumbled back.
"Murder!
Help me!
” The man hurried over, grabbed Yan Chunhui's back collar, and then turned him around.
"Don't kill me, I have money, I'll give you as much ...... as you want" The man grabbed him by the placket with one hand, and at this moment three pilgrims came down the mountain, and they all screamed when they saw this, turned around and ran.
The man whispered, "An family eleven years ago......
Yan Chunhui, someone wants you to atone for your sins!
” The surname An is rare, so Yan Chunhui's mind involuntarily appeared the figure of that girl.
The short knife slashed through his neck, and in the rush of blood, the man jumped from the side.
When the people above saw that the murderer was gone, some people who knew Yan Chunhui hurriedly ran down.
"Lord Yan!"
Yan Chunhui's mouth moved a few times, and blood foam kept pouring out of his mouth.
"He's smiling bitterly!"
Someone shouted, and everyone looked at it, and it really looked like a wry smile. …… "What are you laughing at?"
The abandoned yard was littered with fallen leaves, and an autumn rain in the morning made everyone change into heavy clothes.
Feng Lin's new padded jacket was a little tight, his two hands couldn't be put at his side, and he opened it slightly, like a ...... in the eyes of the potato He didn't dare to say it, but he couldn't help but laugh.
"I ......
I might be going on a journey west. ” Tudou's smile gradually turned into bitterness, he didn't know if he and Feng Lin still had a future, and he didn't know if he could come back safely......
The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
Feng Lin stood in front of him and pressed hard with both hands so that he could put it at his side.
She looked at the potatoes and said, "I heard that the DPRK is going to the west, and many people are going to go, saying that someone is provoking the Ming Dynasty in a long distance......
You......
If you go to yours, you will surely come back safely. ” At this time, the Ming Dynasty was not the Ming Dynasty when the army was erosive in the middle and late periods, and the people regarded war as a daunting era.
There is encouragement in these words, but there are also some subtle hints.
Potatoes take a step closer.
He was half a head taller than Feng Lin, bowed his head slightly, and the two pairs of eyes met.
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"Don't worry, just wait for me to come back."
The young man's blood was surging, and even if a fierce tiger appeared in front of him at this moment, he dared to rush over with his bare hands.
Feng Lin's face flushed, and then lowered his head, "You......
What does it matter to me that you come back to yours?
” Potato blushed and said, "I......
I'll ...... when I get back."
Just what?
Feng Lin boldly looked up at the potatoes.
The potato felt the air thicken and trapped himself firmly in the middle, unable to move at all.
They have adultery!
Adultery!
Yang outside the door covered his mouth and turned around and ran.
Last time Potato beat her eldest brother, she always remembered this hatred, but Potato rarely came over, so she couldn't find a chance.
Now the opportunity has come, as long as you go home and call your mother-in-law to take a look, that kid won't want to come to Feng's house again in the future.
She hurried home, only to meet a man outside the gate.
Behind the man were two men, who looked like servants, but there was something frightening about them.
The men happened to be knocking on the door, and Yang didn't know them, so he asked, "Who are you looking for?"
” The man turned his head to look at her, nodded slightly, and said, "I have something to do with Mr.
Feng." ” There was no emotion at this glance, but Yang still felt that his heart was beating and he was a little scared.
With a creak, the courtyard door was opened.
It was Zhao who opened the door, and she saw Yang first, and then looked at the three men.
"But Mrs.
Feng?"
The man smiled and arched his hands.
Zhao Shi was stunned and said: "Exactly, you are ......"
The man smiled and said, "Wake up below, please see the honorable couple." ” "Fang Xing?"
Zhao was a little dazed, but said politely: "Please come in." ” Yang is also a little puzzled, when did there be such an old man in the family?
Neither woman associated the name with the god of killing, and entered the house.
After Feng Youwei came out, the two officially met.
"Fang Xing?"
Feng Youwei's eyelids twitched for a moment, and then he glanced at Xin Laoqi, who was carrying a gift behind Fang Xing, only to feel his legs tremble.
"You......
Are you Xinghebo?
” Fang Xing nodded and said, "It's Fang." ” The Zhao family was taken aback, and the Yang family was even more unbearable, directly thinking about when the Feng family would have a relationship with Fang Xing.
Others are afraid of waking up, that is the gentry.
And the Feng family is just a broken family, what are you afraid of?
Feng Youwei remembered Chen Zhong's matter, and he said vigilantly: "Dare to ask what the uncle means by coming here?"
” Zhao was also a little scared, and when he saw his son coming out of the study, he waved him back.
But Feng Xiang was not a coward, he came over to greet him, and then said: "Xinghe Bo is here, the Feng family is shining, and it is just a ...... of the Feng family's small family."
Except for the Yang family, the family didn't treat Fang Xing as a guest at all.
This is a plague god!
Chen Zhong almost ruined the Feng family, making the family stay away from the powerful.
Fang Xing didn't expect the Feng family to have such an attitude.
He arched his hand and said, "Fang is here for the dog." ” In an instant, Feng Youwei's face turned red, and then he hissed: "The little girl doesn't marry!"
” Zhao turned around and glanced outside, but saw Feng Lin standing outside in a daze.
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Fang Xing said embarrassedly: "The dog is not a gentleman. ” With the Fang family's family, with the title inherited by potatoes in the future......
Yang felt a breath of qi blocking her chest, making her panic.
Everyone knows that the three sons of the Fang family can only meet Feng Lin's requirements, the eldest son, that is, the future Xinghe Bo Fanghan......
"Fang Han ......"
Yang's chest suddenly stopped tight, but retched.
At this moment, she wanted to vomit blood, but she couldn't.
Feng Xiang didn't know about this, he said happily: "I'll go and invite Lang Zhong to come." ” Yang has never been pregnant since she got married, so Feng Xiang inquired a lot about related knowledge, and vomiting was one of them.
And Feng Youwei was already sluggish.
"Which Fang Han?"