The three hundred and tenth

Pei Lin was speechless when Lin Yaocheng refuted it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Yes, since he chose to kill to protect himself back then, he couldn't let go of it afterwards, and he couldn't turn back that person's life. What kind of pathos is he pretending?

After a moment of embarrassing silence, Pei Lin sighed slowly, "I understand." ”

Lin Yaocheng scolded him so much that he was lost, and he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, and wrote a few lines of scribbled words on the silk book, and he said earnestly: "The living send it, and the dead return it." I think that person never blames you. ”

When Lin Yaocheng was demoted to Jingzhou, he was sitting in the number one position in the Imperial Medical Department.

Because of the large number of people at hand, his gossip is quite well-informed, and on the third day when His Majesty learned that there was a Shanqiang rebellion in Jingzhou, Lin Yaocheng inquired that the rebel leader and Pei Lian were very good friends.

At first, he was worried that Pei Lin would not understand the benefits of the rebellion, so he really took refuge in Shanqiang to rebel. Fortunately, after half a month, there was news from the south that Pei Lin personally led people to pacify the rebellious ministers and thieves.

Lin Yaocheng and Pei Lin have known each other for a long time, and they don't have any friendship with the rebel leader of Shanqiang, so naturally they don't care too much about that person's life and death. So he ignored the details of the leader's beheading by Pei Lone. Until the spring of the second year when Pei Lin was demoted, Shi, the deputy governor of Yizhou Chengdu Prefecture, sent a letter to Lin Yaocheng.

The two are distant relatives, who are far away from each other and do not often walk around and exchange letters. The letter of the deputy chief Shi was full of parents' shortcomings, and it also mentioned that Pei Lin had been sharing peacefully here, but a few days ago, he asked people for money on the Qingming Festival, and he sat in front of the brazier to burn it, and he didn't know who he was paying tribute to.

Lin Yaocheng closed his eyes and thought about it for a long time, only to remember that Pei Lin personally led his troops to rehabilitate the Shanqiang Rebellion half a year ago, and at that time he must have killed many people and borne countless life debts. The most unforgettable thing for Pei Lin should be the rebel leader.

Raising his head and sighing, Lin Yaocheng dipped his pen in ink, and wrote a reply smoothly, Master Pei was a confidant of the Emperor Taishang in the past, and he was temporarily shelved by His Majesty in Yizhou, so don't snub him. After that, he wrote about the recent interesting anecdotes of Chang'an.

Their letters do not mention their respective official affairs at all, as if they were observing some tacit understanding.

Pei Lian's guest room here was silent for a while, and Qin Ying's wing room over there was also quiet for a while. Su Huan and Lord Ouyang sat in front of Qin Ying's couch and comforted her a few words, telling her not to worry too much about the affairs of the court, and to raise her body first. The two of them poured warm water from their cups and got up in turn to say goodbye.

Qin Ying watched Lord Ouyang and Su Huan walk out of the wing, feeling that the qi hovering in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he spit out blood when he opened his mouth while holding on to the wooden pillow. She picked up a handkerchief to wipe her bloodstained front, but she couldn't erase the dark marks.

"Sickness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread." She crumpled the veil into a ball, threw it to the bottom of the window in the distance, relaxed her stiff body, and lay down on the couch and muttered to herself.

……

An elegant room in a teahouse in the East City. Hou Junji and the ancestral hall sat opposite each other. The two men were wary of the ears on the wall, so they didn't speak, but only took a pen to communicate in the form of written words.

"Is Qin Ying really sick or fake?" Hou Junji hurriedly wrote, turning the papyrus in front of him to show him.

Ancestral Langzhong pondered for a moment before hesitating and wrote: "She has been closed since yesterday, and today there are people visiting her one after another, so she should be really sick." ”

Looking at the handwriting that was a little distorted due to trembling in the ancestral hall, Hou Junji hooked the corner of his mouth and laughed, and wrote: "Paid retention is to trample on her dignity, but to force her to a dead end, she still needs some help." ”

"For example?" Ancestral Langzhong frowned and wrote.

Hou Junji smiled, leaned on the cushion behind him, and Shi Shiran wrote: "Qin Ying is not only an official of the Ministry of Rites, but also the master of Xihua. Even if she loses everything in the Ministry of Rites, she can still be comforted by Xihuaguan, and even make a comeback on this basis in the future. If you have made up your mind to expel her from the Ministry of Rites, you cannot be merciful now. ”

Ancestral Langzhong stared at the other party's handwriting for a long time and finally nodded, as if agreeing with Hou Junji's point of view.

"If Xihuaguan falls one day, she will have nothing. Now that the blade of grass has been swung, the foundation must be completely uprooted. ”

Hou Junji restrained the cruel smile on his face and replaced it with a cold murderous intent. As the secretary of the Ministry of War, he could not move Qin Ying, who was an official of the Ministry of Rites. However, he was unwilling to let Qin Ying grow silently, so he took the initiative to connect with the ancestral hall Langzhong more than three months ago and asked him if he was willing to submit to Qin Ying.

At that time, the ancestral hall Langzhong had not been coerced by Qin Ying, but he had a lot of opinions about the fact that Qin Ying had landed in the Ministry of Rites, so after a few words, he was bewitched by Hou Junji, got on a boat with him, and promised to take what they needed.

The ancestral hall Langzhong did not let Qin Ying's Mid-Autumn Festival Palace banquet copywriting pass, and Qin Ying was assigned to rewrite the winter solstice prayer two days ago, and there was actually Hou Junji's instruction behind it.

It's a mess, but that's it.

"How to make Xihuaguan not revived?" Ancestral Langzhong didn't notice that Hou Junji's face was a little hideous, and he wrote anxiously.

Hou Junji waved his pen in a dashing manner and wrote: "You might as well go to Hongfu Temple to meet the elders there." ”

……

Mei Sanniang sent Su Huan and Lord Ouyang out of the house, and then went to Qin Ying's wing, and when she entered the door, she found that there was a smell of blood in it, and then saw that Qin Ying's clothes had been stained with a large amount of blood, and she was very flustered, even more helpless than when she heard that Aya was arrested and imprisoned.

Qin Ying opened her eyes and said weakly: "I'm not dead yet, don't cry." ”

Mei Sanniang wiped the corners of her eyes, wiped off all the makeup of the crying flowers with a hand towel, changed Qin Ying's robe, and asked in a thick nasal voice: "What did they just say in the wing room to make you so excited?" ”

Qin Ying spread out her arms and let her untie her robe, coughing in a low voice while honestly: "I just told about two old cases." ”

"If they say anything that has nothing to do with recuperation, I won't let them in in the future." Mei Sanniang picked up the robe that Qin Ying had changed, and stood up angrily. Seeing Qin Ying lying on the couch on her side, she looked well-behaved and docile, knowing that she couldn't control her at all. Mei Sanniang stomped her feet, and then went out to rub her clothes hard.

Youzheng, Mei Sanniang entered the room to deliver food to Qin Ying, but Qin Ying did not move the chopsticks, but asked her to go to the horizontal shelf to get the scrolls.

Mei Sanniang didn't want her to read while sick, so she deliberately put the lamp on the small table by the window.

Qin Ying muttered to her dissatisfiedly, "I'm not a waste even if I'm lying on the couch." In less than five days, I will have to do something big, and I can't relax in the slightest way yet. ”

“…… Then don't sleep too late. From her words, Mei Sanniang vaguely felt that Qin Ying was starting to lay out. A little worried that Qin Ying didn't have the energy to wrestle with those tigers and wolves, but he could only give a shallow command and close the door. (To be continued.) )