More than a month later, the weather began to get colder. The leaves fell in Fuzhou city and countless temples.

A monk stood outside the temple gate and said respectfully: "Master Yan is walking slowly."

An official in his thirties turned around and bowed, "Master, stay here, I will come again next month."

The monk nodded slightly and watched the man go down the mountain.

"Senior brother, Yan Chunhui has not made any progress for many years. There is no need for us to go and provide him with it, right?"

A monk asked behind him with some dissatisfaction.

The monk laughed and said, "Yan Dajian is the left minister of the Ministry of Rites in the capital, but he may be the Minister of Rites. Yan Chunhui is not able to make progress, just to avoid taboos. As long as Yan Dajian goes up, Yan Chunhui will be free."

"Then he will be successful in the future?"

"That's right, young Shunyan! If you don't do it well in the future, it will be another good story of two prime ministers."

Yan Chunhui also felt that he could be regarded as a young handsome man. As long as his father was successfully promoted to Shangshu, he would be the son of a top important official in the Ming Dynasty. If it were the Song Dynasty, it would be the yamen.

He has a gentle appearance, and some people say he is a model with his father Yan Dajian.

The mountain road is not rugged. Yan Chunhui is walking as a car. When he meets an old man, he will even avoid him and ask the other party to leave first.

There was a gentle slope ahead, and the servant who followed Yan Chunhui said, "Young Master, you haven'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 cooking soup. If you don't have time, you're in a hurry to drink soup. It tastes bad!"

The servant smiled and said, "Anyway, I will definitely be from the prime minister's family when I am young."

This sentence is flattering, and Yan Chunhui shook his head and laughed and scolded: "Nonsense! You are not allowed to talk nonsense in the future."

The man who was walking here heard this, and a fear flashed across his face.

The servant said proudly: "Young Master, how dare you talk nonsense like this? Otherwise, you will turn around and kill him."

At this time, the man slowly looked up at Yan Chunhui, his eyes narrowed suddenly and asked, "But Lord Yan?"

Yan Chunhui subconsciously said: "It's my official."

The man smiled and said, "Is Yan Chunhui?"

“Bold!”

The servant punched him, and the man moved his right hand behind him for a moment. A blood mark appeared on the servant's neck, and then blood flew away.

Yan Chunhui was frightened by this sudden change and ran back stumbled.

"Murder! Help!"

The man quickly walked over, grabbed Yan Chunhui's back collar, and then pulled him over.

"Don't kill me, I have money, I'll give you as much as you want..."

The man grabbed his front with one hand. At this moment, three pilgrims came down from the mountain. Seeing this, they screamed, turned around and ran away.

The man whispered: "An Jia eleven years ago...Yan Chunhui, someone wants you to atone for your sins!"

The surname An is rare, so the girl's figure involuntarily appeared in Yan Chunhui's mind.

A short knife passed through his neck, blood rushing, and the man jumped down from the side.

When the people above saw that the murderer had left, someone who knew Yan Chunhui ran down quickly.

"Mr. Yan!"

Yan Chunhui's mouth moved a few times, and blood foam kept pouring out of his mouth.

"He is smiling bitterly!"

Someone shouted, and everyone looked at it and it seemed like they were smiling bitterly.

...

"why are you laughing?"

The abandoned yard was covered with leaves, and an autumn rain in the morning made everyone change into heavy clothes.

Feng Lin’s new cotton jacket was a little tight, and his hands were not placed beside him, and he opened it slightly, which seemed to be...

He didn't dare to say it, but he couldn't help laughing.

"I...I might be going to the Western Expedition."

Tudou's smile gradually turned into bitterness. He didn't know if he and Feng Lin had a future, and whether he could come back safely...

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Feng Lin stood in front and pressed his hands hard, so that he could put it beside him.

She looked at Tudou and said, "I heard that the court was going to expedition the West, and many people were going to go, saying that someone was provoking the Ming Dynasty... You... If you go, you will definitely come back safely."

At this time, the Ming Dynasty was not the Ming Dynasty, which had the decay of the army in the middle and late periods, and the people regarded war as a fear of fate.

There is encouragement and some vague hints in this sentence.

Tudou took a step closer. He was half a head taller than Feng Lin, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes met.

"Don't worry, just wait until I come back."

The boy was rushing with blood. Even if a tiger appeared in front of him, he dared to rush over with bare hands.

Feng Lin's face flushed, and then he lowered his head, "You...what does it have to do with me when you come back?"

Tudou blushed and said, "I...I'll be back..."

Just what?

Feng Lin looked up boldly at Tudou.

The potato felt that the air became thick and trapped itself firmly in the middle, unable to move at all.

They have an affair!

adultery!

Yang, who was outside the door, covered his mouth and turned around and ran away.

Last time Tudou beat her elder brother, she always remembered this grudge, but Tudou rarely came here, so she never found a chance.

Now the opportunity is here. As long as you go home and call your mother-in-law to see, the kid will not think about coming to the Feng family again in the future.

She hurriedly ran home, but met a man outside the gate.

There were two people behind the man. The two looked like servants, but there was a terrifying aura on their bodies.

The man happened to be knocking on the door. Yang didn't know them, so he asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The man turned his head and looked 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 his heart beating and was a little scared.

With a creak, the gate of the courtyard was opened.

The one who opened the door was Zhao. She saw Yang first, and then looked at the three men.

"But Mrs. Feng?"

The man smiled and bowed.

Zhao said in surprise: "That's right, you are..."

The man smiled and said, "Wake up below, please see the husband and wife."

"Fang Xing?"

Zhao said a little confused, but politely: "Please come in."

Yang was also a little puzzled. When did there be such an old friend in his family?

Neither of the two women linked this name to the god of killing and entered the house.

After Feng Youwei came out, the two officially met.

"Fang Xing?"

Feng Youwei's eyelids trembled, then looked at Xin Laoqi who was holding a gift behind Fang Xing, and felt his legs trembling.

"You... are you Xinghebo?"

Fang Xing nodded and said, "It's Fang."

Zhao was shocked, and Yang was even more unbearable. He was directly calculating when the Feng family would have something to do with Fang Xing.

Others are afraid of Fang Xing, but they are gentry. But the Feng family is just a devastating family, what are they afraid of?

Feng Youwei remembered Chen Zhong's incident, and he said vigilantly: "Do you dare to ask what your intention is to come here?"

Zhao was also a little scared. When he saw his son coming out of the study, he waved his hand to signal him to go back.
Chapter completed!