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After more than a month, the weather started to get colder. Leaves are scattered in the city of Fuzhou and in countless temples.
A monk stood outside the temple gate and said respectfully: "Master Yan, go slowly."
An official in his thirties turned around and cupped his hands and said, "Master, stay here. I will come back next month."
The monk nodded slightly, and then 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 support him, right?"
A monk from behind asked unconvinced.
The monk chuckled and said: "Yan Dajian is the left minister of the Ministry of Rites in the capital, and he might be the minister of the Ministry of Rites. But Yan Chunhui can't move forward, it's just to avoid taboos. As soon as Yan Dajian comes up, Yan Chunhui will be free."
"Then he will become famous in the future?"
"That's right, young handsome man! Maybe there will be another story about two prime ministers and assistants in the future."
Yan Chunhui also feels that he can be regarded as a young handsome man. As long as his father is successfully promoted to minister, he will be the son of the top minister of Ming Dynasty. In the Song Dynasty, he will be the son of Yanei.
He looks gentle and elegant, and some people say he is modeled after his father, Yan Dajian.
The mountain road is not too rugged, so Yan Chunhui walks in front of the car. He will even stay aside when he encounters an old man, respectfully asking the other person to go first.
There is a gentle slope ahead. The boy following Yan Chunhui said: "Master, I still don't believe it yet."
Yan Chunhui smiled slightly, looked at a man walking in front of him and said, "Why are you in a hurry! Many things are like cooking soup. If you rush to drink the soup before the time is up, it won't taste good!"
The young man smiled and said, "Anyway, I will definitely be a member of Zaifu's family in the future."
These words were meant to be flattering. Yan Chunhui shook his head and cursed with a smile: "Nonsense! Don't talk nonsense in the future."
When the man who came over heard this, fear flashed across his face.
The young man said proudly: "Young Master, how dare such people talk nonsense, or I will turn around and kill him."
At this time, the man slowly raised his head and looked at Yan Chunhui, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and asked: "But Mr. Yan?"
Yan Chunhui said subconsciously: "It's me."
The man smiled and said, "Yan Chunhui?"
¡°Bold!¡±
The boy punched him, and the man's right hand hidden behind him moved. There was a blood mark on the boy's neck, and then the blood flew out.
Yan Chunhui was frightened by this sudden change and stumbled back.
"It's a murder! Help!"
The man quickly walked over, grabbed Yan Chunhui by the back of his collar, and turned him around.
"Don't kill me, I have money, I will give you as much as you want"
The man grabbed his front with one hand. At this moment, three pilgrims came down the mountain. When they saw this, they all 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 Yan Chunhui couldn't help but see the girl in his mind.
The short knife slashed across his neck, and the man jumped from the side as blood surged.
When the people above saw the murderer leaving, those who knew Yan Chunhui hurriedly ran down.
"Master Yan!"
Yan Chunhui¡¯s mouth moved a few times, and blood foam continued to pour out of his mouth.
"He is smiling bitterly!"
Someone shouted, and everyone looked like they were smiling bitterly.
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"why are you laughing?"
Fallen leaves were everywhere in the abandoned yard, and an autumn rain in the morning made everyone put on heavy clothes.
The new cotton-padded jacket that Feng Lin wore was a bit tight, and his hands could not be placed at his side, and were slightly open. In Tudou's eyes, it looked like
He didn¡¯t dare to say it, but he couldn¡¯t help but laugh.
"II may go to the Western Expedition."
Tudou¡¯s smile gradually turned bitter. He didn¡¯t know if he and Feng Lin had a future, and he didn¡¯t know if he could come back safely
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Feng Lin stood in front, pressing his hands hard so that he could put them at his side.
She looked at Tudou and said: "I heard that the DPRK is going to march westward. Many people are going to go. They say that someone far away is provoking the Ming Dynastyyougo to hell. You will definitely come back safely."
At this time, the Ming Dynasty was not the Ming Dynasty that had a corrupt military in the middle and late periods. The people regarded war as a fearful path.era.
There is encouragement and some vague hints in these words.
Tudou took a step closer. He was half a head taller than Feng Lin. He lowered his head slightly and his eyes met.
"Don't worry, just wait until I come back."
The young man's blood was rushing. Even if a tiger appeared in front of him at this moment, he would dare to rush towards it with his bare hands.
Feng Lin's face turned red, then he lowered his head, "You you come back, what does it have to do with me?"
Tudou blushed and said, "II'll be back when I get back"
Just what?
Feng Lin boldly looked up at Tudou.
Tudou felt that the air had become very thick, trapping himself firmly in the middle, unable to move at all.
They are having an affair!
Fornication!
Yang outside the door covered her mouth and turned around to run away.
The last time Tudou beat her eldest brother, she always remembered the grudge, but Tudou rarely came over, so she never found 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 will never want to come to Feng's house again.
She hurried back home, but met a man outside the gate.
Behind the man were two people. The two looked like servants, but they had a somewhat scary aura about them.
The man happened to be knocking on the door. Yang didn¡¯t recognize 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 that her heart was beating loudly, and she was a little scared.
With a creak, the courtyard door was opened.
It was Zhao who opened the door. She saw Yang first, and then looked at the three men.
"Is it Mrs. Feng?"
The man smiled and held his hands.
Ms. Zhao said in astonishment: "Exactly, you are"
The man smiled and said: "Wake up below, please see the honorable couple."
"Fang Xing?"
Ms. Zhao was a little confused, but said politely: "Please come in."
Ms. Yang was also a little puzzled. When did she have such an old friend in her family?
Neither woman connected this name with the god of murder, and then entered the house.
After Feng Youwei came out, the two formally met.
"Fang Xing?"
Feng Youwei's eyelids trembled for a moment, and then he glanced at Xin Laoqi, who was carrying a gift behind Fang Xing, and felt his legs trembling.
"Youare you Xinghe Bo?"
Fang Xing nodded and said, "It's Fang."
Zhao was shocked, and Yang was even more unbearable. She was just thinking about when the Feng family would have a relationship with Fang Xing.
" Others are afraid of Fang Xing, but they are gentry. And the Feng family is just a run-down family, so what are they afraid of?
Feng Youwei thought about Chen Zhong, and he said warily: "May I ask what your uncle's purpose is here?"
Mrs. Zhao was also a little scared. When she saw her son coming out of the study, she waved him back.
But Feng Xiang was not a coward. He came over to greet him, and then said: "Uncle Xinghe is here, and the Feng family is so prosperous. It's just a small family of the Feng family"
Except for the Yang family, the whole family did not treat Fang Xing as a guest at all.
This is a plague god!
Chen Zhong almost destroyed the Feng family and made the whole family stay away from the powerful.
Fang Xing did not expect that the Feng family would have this kind of attitude.
He cupped his hands and said, "Fang is here for the dog."
In an instant, Feng Youwei's face turned red, and then hissed: "My little girl won't get married!"
Mrs. Zhao turned around and glanced outside, only to see Feng Lin standing outside in a daze.
Fang Xing said awkwardly: "Quinzi is not a playboy."
With the Fang family¡¯s lineage and the title that Tudou will inherit in the future
Yang felt a breath of air blocking her chest, making her feel stuffy and panicked.
Of the three sons of the Fang family, everyone knows that the only one who can match Feng Lin is the eldest son, the future Xinghe Bofanghan
"Fang Han"
Yang¡¯s chest suddenly stopped feeling tight, but she retched a little.
At this moment she wanted to vomit blood, but she couldn't.
Feng Xiang didn¡¯t know about this. He said happily: ¡°I¡¯ll ask the doctor to come.¡±
??Mr. Yang never got pregnant after she got married, so Feng Xiang inquired about a lot of relevant knowledge, and vomiting was one of them.
But Feng Youwei was already sluggish.
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