Feng Lin threw down that sentence and got up, the door of the house opened, and the cold wind blew Han Chang's father and son back to their senses.

Han Chang half-got up and wanted to stop Feng Lin, but his hand finally hung down.

The battle between politics and morality is not emotional, relatives and friends become enemies, and it is not for nothing that father and son turn their faces, this is no way.

"Cheng Niangzi, why are you reluctant to leave Beijing?"

Here, Han Chang hadn't finished sighing yet, when he heard Han Yuanchao speak.

At such a time, it was really inappropriate to continue this topic, he frowned and wanted to interrupt his son, Cheng Jianniang had already answered Feng Lin as happily as she did.

"Because I don't want to yet." She said.

Han Yuanchao is no stranger to this kind of words, although the women he has come into contact with are limited, but it is not unprecedented, I don't tell you, you guess, I want this kind of language and demeanor, which is common in correspondence with his fiancée.

But sometimes it sounds like it's boring, and sometimes it sounds a little depressing.

Like now.

"My aunt has searched for her many times, and bought the house you once rented, and wrote your name on it." Han Yuanchao said, changing the subject.

"Your aunt is doing something similar to me." Cheng Jianniang said, looking at Han Yuanchao.

His aunt gave him a house, and this Cheng lady gave him a share of Taipingju.

"My aunt is just a husband and a child, and she doesn't dare to compare with her mother." Han Wonchao said.

As soon as these words came out, Han Chang's color suddenly changed.

"Yuan Dynasty!" He shouted.

Banqin was taken aback by the shout, and looked at Han Chang with some puzzlement.

"Is that what the saint taught you?" Han Chang shouted angrily and looked at Cheng Jianniang and leaned over to salute. Han Chang was ashamed. The dog is rude. ”

Here, Han Yuan also bowed his head along with his father's salute.

Cheng Jianniang smiled.

"Why is Lord Han here today?" She asked.

Hearing this, Han Chang glared at Han Yuanchao again.

"It's to express my gratitude to the lady. Xie Niangzi rescued her sister, Xie Niangzi killed the thief monk to relieve the worries of Panjiang, and Xie Niangzi took more care of the dog. He said.

Cheng Jianniang nodded.

"Okay, I'll take your thanks." She said, looking at Han Yuanchao again, "What about you?" ”

It was Han Chang who asked, and he also said yours when he accepted it, and looked at Han Yuanchao at this time. It turned out that they didn't treat their father and son together.

Han Chang naturally understands his son's thoughts, and this little lady obviously understands it too.

Han Chang sighed again in his heart.

Are you also here to drive me out of the capital? ”

That's a very polite question.

"It's not." Han Yuanchao shook his head and said, "Han Jun just doesn't agree with the lady's actions, as for whether the lady leaves or stays, Han Jun has no intention of interfering." ”

Cheng Jianniang nodded.

"Okay, I got it." She said, "Do you have anything else to do?" ”

They were invited out, or rather, to be unpleasant.

The sound of the door being pulled open brought Han Chang back to his senses, and the cold wind swept in and made him shiver. I also saw that I had returned to the post house.

"Sir." A small guy held a few greeting posts in his hand, with a little trepidation.

"Someone else is sending a post?" Han Chang asked.

The little guy nodded. In this short period of time, the prayer post he got in his hand was the weight of a month in Panjiang County.

I thought that when I entered the capital, high-ranking officials and officials were everywhere, and my lord would be like dust when he arrived here.

Unexpectedly, he was summoned by the emperor three times a day, and then received so many prayer posts, looking at the name on it and the material of the worship post, it made the little girl's hands tremble heavily.

"Put it down." Han Chang said, watching the little guy respectfully put these prayer posts on a few cases.

"Master, the people outside are still waiting." The little guy reminded again.

Han Chang had no choice but to pick up the pen and start writing a reply, regretting that he didn't bring more staff with him.

After writing these replies, Han Chang asked the little guy to deliver them, and he got up and walked out of the house, standing under the corridor on the second floor and watching the boiling snow.

The snow that had stopped in the morning began to fall again at noon, and Han Chang looked at the snow scene again.

It is conceivable that at this time, many people in Beijing were boiling like this heavy snow, talking about the meeting between Feng Lin, the ghost judge of the right talent, and this Cheng Niangzi.

"Father, someone has sent a prayer post again?" Han Yuanchao's voice sounded behind him.

"There are too many people who want to inquire about what Feng Lin said." Han Chang said.

"Actually, if there is anything to inquire about, I guess everyone will know tomorrow." Han Wonchao said.

There was a silence between father and son, and they all thought of the scene where Feng Lin threw down that sentence and got up.

"Cheng Niangzi is very sad." Han Chang said suddenly.

"Father, no one will have a good time." Han Wonchao said.

Feng Lin repaid his benefactor with revenge, would he feel better in his heart? And will they feel good watching their benefactors in distress?

How so?

The father and son were silent, and the wind swept in the snow, interrupting Han Yuanchao's thoughts, and he hurriedly reached out to support Han Chang.

"Father, it's cold outside, let's go in." He said.

Before he finished speaking, he saw a few more people downstairs.

"Lord Han, Lord Han of Suzhou." One of them beckoned to Han Chang below.

After entering the palace three times yesterday, Han Chang already recognized this chamberlain, and glanced at Han Yuanchao, it seems that His Majesty the Emperor also wants to know it.

personally sent his father into the carriage, and galloped away with the palace attendants in the wind and snow, Han Yuanchao stood outside the post house, feeling the peeps around him, and couldn't help but look in one direction.

It's different from his aunt.

"Little Han Xiucai."

Someone on the side said hello, Han Yuanchao hurriedly retracted his mind, and when he saw that there were three or four people standing there, he hurriedly raised his hand and smiled, and turned around and went in without answering.

At this time, their father and son did not dare to make friends easily, even if they wanted to make friends, they had to wait for this matter to pass.

This matter should be over soon. It's just that this is the result.......

Han Yuanchao wrapped his cloak tightly and walked upstairs through the wind and snow in the courtyard.

There was a horse-drawn carriage galloping through the streets, heading straight out of the city, surrounded by eight brave retinues in front of the car, on the left and right. All black hooded capes with a well-textured hooded cape. Show the wealth of the house. In contrast, the crowded carriages are a little more rudimentary.

"I recognize, it's Cheng Niangzi's carriage."

Someone on the side of the road pointed and said.

"Mrs. Cheng is used to renting the carriage of Wang Laosi's family."

Hearing this, more people gathered around and looked at the carriages in the street that were clearly heading out of the city.

"Going out of town on this snowy day?"

"You are angry with Feng Lin and want to relax, right?"

"Isn't Feng Lin angry with her?"

"Maybe you're leaving the capital?"

The discussion and speculation on the street was blocked by the wind and snow, and Cheng Jianniang's carriage had already left the city.

"Lady." Banqin took out another hand stove stopper and gave it to Cheng Jianniang.

"It's not that cold." Cheng Jianniang said, "It's not cold when it snows. ”

Banqin still tucked the stove under his cloak.

"I know what the lady is smart is right, but I still want to do it." She said.

Cheng Jianniang smiled.

"Yes, people are obsessed. It's one thing to know, it's another thing to do things. She said.

The carriage swayed, and it was clear that the road was no longer as smooth as the official road.

Banqin couldn't help but lift the curtain of the car, and his vision was blank in the wind and snow.

Where is this going?

The carriage mileage lady also looked outside.

"I didn't like snow before." She said suddenly.

Banqin hurriedly retracted her gaze and looked at Cheng Jianniang.

"Now I think it's a good day for snow." Cheng Jianniang said.

Banqin nodded, and the lady said that it was good.

"It's just colder." She said.

"It's better to be cold, there are few people, people are avoided, and they are clean and comfortable." Cheng Jianniang said, looking outside.

Pure and at ease...

So the lady was still angry with the damn Feng Lin and Han Yuan. That's why I want to come out on a snowy day to relax.

Banqin scolded the two fiercely in her heart, raised her head and was about to speak. Cheng Jianniang raised her hand to her lips and shrugged her.

"Listen." She said.

Listen?

Banqin listened.

There was no sound, only the sound of horses' hooves and cars...

At that moment there was a thud in my ears, and at the same time the carriage shook and the horses neighed.

Banqin held her ear and screamed, and threw herself into Cheng Jiaoniang's arms.

The noise soon died down, the carriage resumed its jolting, and the horses stopped neighing with the shouting of the coachman.

Banqin raised her head in some shock.

"Lady, what's the voice?" She said in a trembling voice, is there a voice? It's not my hallucination, "Is it thunder?" ”

Cheng Jianniang smiled.

"It's not." She said.

"What's that?" Banqin sat up and asked.

"It's laughter." Cheng Jianniang said with a smile.

Laughter?

Cheng Jianniang stretched out her hand and pointed to the sky.

"Heavenly laughter."

It's still thunder, Banqin muttered in her heart, but the lady just smiled.

"What a nice laugh from the sky." She raised her face and said seriously.

Cheng Jianniang shook her head.

"The laughter of the sky is not good." She said, "When you smile, you will cry." ”

10,000 people crying?

Banqin looked puzzled.

"But what can be done?" Cheng Jianniang said, looking at the snow flying outside the car, "In this world, either you cry or I cry, there are always people crying." ”

……………………………………

The night of wind and snow finally stopped at dawn, and when Banqin came out, the snow in the yard had been cleared.

"Sister Banqin, the grass target has been set up." A little guy ran to say.

"Today, the lady will not practice archery." Banqin said, speaking of this with a look of hatred again, "This damn Feng Lin and Han Yuanchao." ”

Behind him, the Cao family and the maidservant all laughed.

"The lady doesn't practice archery because Da Langjun took the crossbow to repair it, and it's not about Feng Lin and Han Yuanchao." The maidservant smiled, "You've been scolding for a day and a night, and you haven't scolded enough?" ”

"I can't scold enough in this life." Banqin pouted.

As she was talking, Cheng Jianniang walked out of the house and saw her robe, and the three of them were surprised.

"Lady, do you want to go out?" The maidservant asked.

"Waiting to get out." Cheng Jianniang said.

Wait?

Today's court meeting seems to be different from the past, there are very few officials who perform affairs, and they all exchange glances from time to time, and even the emperor on the throne seems to be a little absent-minded.

Everyone seems to be waiting for something.

Finally, after an official finished his empty and boring recital, he stood up in the imperial history of enjoying a place in the hall.

Here it comes!

Everyone shouted in their hearts, and their expressions suddenly changed, some of them were elated, some were uncertain, and some were not emotionally exposed, but no matter which kind of expression, their eyes instantly surrendered to this green-robed official who stood up and walked over step by step.

"Chen Fenglin has a play."

"The minister invited Dali Temple to investigate the daughter of the Cheng family in Jiangzhou, who is cunning and treacherous, but she is the big beetle of the country and should be punished." (To be continued......)