Noble son of the poor family (64)

The fourth master sat in the tent and looked at the letters brought from the capital. Because they were afraid that the letter would be intercepted, the two used Manchu.

The writing of the Manchu language was formed later. Certainly not in this era.

In Mongolian, this is a bit uncertain. The key is that Lin Yutong is not proficient in Mongolian.

In fact, both Chinese pinyin and English are also fine. But who called that there is still a Yin Saburo in this world. Others can't understand it, but he may not understand it. But it can be assured that he will definitely not be able to read Manchu. Coupled with the special writing format, if he really saw it, he might not know that this was Manchu.

It is still very safe for the two to pass on the news like this.

Lin Yutong's performance in the capital is amazing, but this Manchu text is a little unsatisfactory.

Wu Chunlai lifted the curtain and came in, and said in a low voice: "Master, the guest has arrived." ”

The fourth master put away the letter in his hand and put it close to him, so that he could pick up the teacup in a good time, "Then please come in." ”

Wu Chunlai answered, slowly retreated, and then came back, only this time, followed by two people.

The fourth master raised his head and looked at San Lang in a white robe, the corners of his mouth twitched vaguely, and then he said lightly: "Coming?"

San Lang's face was a little complicated, "It's really you, fourth brother." ”

The fourth master stretched out his hand and pointed to the stool opposite, "Sit down, sit down." ”

San Lang sat down casually, and then looked up at the fourth master, is this the Shiro who entered the county with him and waited outside the JI courtyard?

It looks like it, but it doesn't look like it.

Shiro used to be silent and didn't like to talk. This fourth master doesn't like to talk either, but it can't be explained by silence, it can only be said to be restrained and steady.

He was seen reclining on the back of a chair with a teacup in his hand. On his body is a precious black fox fur, and on his fingers is a wrench made of white jade.

His demeanor was relaxed, his sitting posture was lazy, and he was completely devoid of the nervousness that he had before the great war.

Is this completely unintentionally devoid of him?

Saburo felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. But his family knew about his own affairs, and although his current situation was much better than before, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he looked at the blade of the cold light.

"Family...... Are you all right?" San Lang took the tea handed over by Wu Chunlai and finally asked.

The fourth master glanced behind San Lang.

San Lang smiled: "It's okay! This is Mr. Fuan." Not an outsider. ”

The fourth master said in his heart: This San Lang is still unreliable as always. I've known each other for a long time. If you find out the details, you dare to be a confidant. Even if you want to win people's hearts, you can't take private matters without shying away from this method. The literati of today are not the secretaries of later generations. No matter what their background, these people can't get rid of the faults of those literati. As a staff member, you have to be a respected staff member, and you have to be as respectful as half a gentleman. As for the secretaries of later generations, they all thought that if the leader troubled you in private matters, it would mean that he would not see you and value you.

This cognitive bias is fatal.

The fourth master smiled, then turned his head to Wu Chunlai and said, "Move a stool closer to the brazier, please sit down." ”

Wu Chunlai is so clever, not only moved the stool, but also put a big plush on the stool. This big bridge is brand new, and there are people along the way who are honored. But the fourth master definitely doesn't wear it. It's just right to take it out now.

Fu'an really thought that this was the fourth master's clothes, and hurriedly waved his hand in panic, "It's not appropriate!

The fourth master waved his hand, "Please sit down." The stool has been sitting outside for a long time, and it is very cold. ”

San Lang said casually: "You don't have to be so polite to go." Isn't it just a piece of clothing?"

The fourth master didn't speak, only smiled faintly. I don't understand the meaning of this second product.

Mr. Fu'an looked a little embarrassed. This is not a piece of clothing, this is the same as personally leading a horse and dragging the stirrups, so that he can be handed in like this, and he is worthy of a corporal of courtesy. If the boy in white uses him as a housekeeper, then the fourth master who saw him for the first time gave him the respect that only his husband has.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and on the other side, Wu Chunlai was in Mr. Fu'an's hand, and he put a few books at random. Obviously, he was afraid that he would be embarrassed by listening to other people's private affairs. Holding the book is to resolve the embarrassment.

Intimate to this, Mr. Fu'an sighed in his heart. The third son and the fourth master are different in terms of title.

The fourth master didn't care about Mr. Fu'an, who was holding a book and reading, but turned his head to look at San Lang, "Everyone in the family is in the capital, except for the eldest uncle and the third uncle, who don't know where to go, and the second brother is gone." Everyone else is there. ”

"Second brother...... Gone?" said Saburo sat up suddenly. Erlang followed him in the county seat and was trapped in the Fan family. "In ...... Where are you not?"

The fourth master shook his head, "Fleeing everywhere, how many women can't tell where they are?"

A trace of guilt flashed in San Lang's eyes, "If he hadn't gone to the county seat with me and lived with me in Fan's house, he might not have ......."

The fourth master didn't blame San Lang for this, "In this world, you can hide from today, but you can't hide from Ming'er." He looked at San Lang, "There is also a woman named Hongniang, who is pregnant and is now in the capital." ”

"Matchmaker!" San Lang was stunned for a moment, and the guilt in his eyes deepened, "I didn't expect her to go to the capital." Thanks to you and your siblings, otherwise, she would be a woman......"

The fourth master waved his hand, "In the final analysis, he is not an outsider." Can I still see death without help? ”

"You saved the three of them, mother and son, this kindness ......" San Lang stumbled, didn't know how to say it, and said for a long time: "What happened last time, it was me who was wrong! Grandfather ......"

"Don't mention that. The fourth master smiled helplessly, "It was really helpless at that time." Someone else put a knife on the old man's neck...... Helpless very ......"

The guilt in Saburo's eyes deepened.

Mr. Fu'an's afterglow was swept away, and he smiled in his heart, this person's mind is really too tender. A few gentle words, and he was shaken. A hero must have the potential of a hero. Just because the love between children and children is long, and the hero's breath is short, he loses again.

Footsteps sounded outside the tent, followed by a young man's voice, "Where's the master?"

I saw the fourth master nodding at Wu Chunlai, followed closely, Wu Chunlai went to lift the curtain, and a handsome man came in outside, dressed in green clothes and wearing a cloak of a gray squirrel.

"Master!" Fang Qingshan saluted respectfully, then nodded to San Lang and Mr. Fu'an, and muttered a few words beside the fourth master.

The fourth master nodded, "Then you can go." ”

Fang Qingshan retreated again.

This means alone made Mr. Fu'an squint.

The fourth master stopped going around in circles, and turned his face to look at San Lang, "Our brothers, I really don't want to make trouble to this point." ”

Saburo's face changed, "You really want to do it?"

The fourth master looked at San Lang, "Then what do you think, do I have any other way? Let's take the last time." I gave you a chance, but what about you? Don't you know what kind of people are under you? The reason why I came to you is because of brotherly affection, and on the other hand, because I don't want to cause too much murder. ”

Saburo's fists clenched, "You told me to surrender to you?"

The fourth master's face was a little colder, "I am bound to win the Central Plains! I can't let you rogue wreak havoc anymore." Look at the people in your hands, how pitiful they were, and how hateful they are now. Along the way, how many wives and wives were killed. This was meant to have happened. I just want to ask you, who created all this bloody sin? You don't feel guilty at all!"

Saburo's shoulders collapsed all at once. He's just a fool, but he's never done anything harmful. Not to mention the destruction of many families, it is the destruction of a family, even if it is inadvertently harming a family. He can die of guilt. No matter how rich the family is, no matter how privileged he feels in some aspects, the education he has received since childhood still cannot make him regard human life as a mustard. Those who died are all living people, not dead people who can be resurrected in the game. HE HAD SEEN PEOPLE WITH THEIR HEADS CUT OFF, AND HE HAD SEEN WOMEN WHO HAD BEEN KILLED BY HIS SUBORDINATE JIANYIN. He would also have nightmares all night long.

And the source of these sins is oneself. The incompetence of his own subordinates led to this result.

As long as he remembered those tragic events, the cold sweat on his head flowed down.

Mr. Fuan sighed.

Ruthless, ruthless. Bad, bad not thorough. Well, there is less sincerity.

There is guts, but there is no knowledge. Ambitious, no wrists. There are ideas, but there are no practices.

Compared with this fourth master, it is really a little less meaningful. It seems that everyone is doing homely things, and what they say is homely words. But he grasped the weakness of the other party's soft-heartedness and affection, and hit the key point with an understatement. When talking about business, it seems that there are only a few sentences, but it is these few sentences that knock the other party down at once.

His self-blame, his guilt, his helplessness, and his remorse were enough to plant his demons. Sow the seeds of weakness and retreat.

In the final analysis, if you want to become a hero, you must have a strong heart.

San Lang looked up at the fourth master, "Do you think I want to, do you think I want to? I saw those people, but I couldn't save them, it was more painful than letting me die." But if I had a way...... But if there is a way......" he couldn't go on, but his eyes were red.

Mr. Fu'an closed his eyes fiercely, not only shirking his responsibility, but also exposing his shortcomings of being incompetent and unable to control the overall situation.

He couldn't bear to look down.

The fourth master got up and patted San Lang on the shoulder, "Third brother, third brother, calm down." I know none of this is what you meant. But now that the big mistake has been made, the only thing that can be done is to save it. It's not too late to make amends. Such a tragedy cannot be repeated. You...... Don't blame yourself too much, didn't I come? Third brother, you say, how about we completely quell these rogues? As long as we settle in the Central Plains, then is it still far from the world? Third brother, give you a free king, do you think it is appropriate?"

The Easy King?

Saburo's eyes lit up with a brush. Noble status, rich and powerful, who in the world dares to bully?

Nothing else, this ...... He's doing it!

The fourth master was speechless in his heart, and he didn't ask whether this Xiaoyao King was a prince or a county king, an iron hat king or a hereditary prince, so easily tempted. This kid is really white enough. He was too embarrassed to bully anymore. It took a long time before he whispered: "Then this matter is settled." The third brother is going to make an appointment to gather all the heads and brains of these rogues in your name, let's settle this matter together. ”