When Dong Songchen came out of the sedan chair, he was full of spring breeze.

He even prepared some words of apology to apologize to Yan Biao for his tardiness.

The affairs of the palace are busy, as the governor of the inner province, he must wait until the emperor has lunch before leaving, this is a rule, can not be violated, otherwise once the emperor has something to find no one, Dong Songchen can't eat.

However, when the emperor had lunch today, he left Meng Hui, who had entered the palace in the morning, and the monarchs and ministers talked while eating, and there were many topics, and Li Zong was very interested, and extended the time of the usual lunch for a long time, which led to Dong Songchen's tardiness.

This is something that can be helpless, presumably Yan Gongzi will understand.

So the moment the sedan curtain was opened, Dong Songchen already had an apologetic smile on his face.

There is no one in front of the Chunfeng Building, and the vendors who often see guests who stay in front of the door to eat and sell gadgets can't see anyone, it seems that Yan Gongzi is still very careful.

This is what Dong Songchen likes about Yan Biao, in terms of currying favor with Yingfeng, he can't find anyone better than Yan Biao.

This young man, although he is usually a little domineering, is very discerning, and for those who need to climb high, it is a shameless kneeling and licking.

With happy steps, Dong Songchen walked quickly towards the gate of Chunfeng Tower.

Before he could get there, the door opened.

Yan Gongzi, who was grinning and cursing in pain, was held up by two family members with blue noses and swollen faces, and walked out of it.

Seeing him, Dong Songchen's smile was the same as his footsteps, and he immediately froze.

Yan Biao was also stunned, and screamed in embarrassment: "Lord Dong." ”

Yan Biao's body was full of dust and was very embarrassed, especially on the pants covered by the robe, the blood stains were faintly visible, although the hem of the robe was very long, but when the robe was moving, there was a light breeze, and when the robe was fluttering, it could still be distinguished.

"Young Master Yan, what's wrong?" Dong Songchen was taken aback, his eyes were about to bulge out, and he almost lost his demeanor, only Yan Biao hurt people, why was he injured today?

"I was beaten up by a couple of miscellaneous people who don't know where they came from." Yan Biao gritted his teeth and cursed: "Lord Dong, please forgive me for being rude, I will rush to Lin'an Mansion to report to the official, seal the nine gates, don't let this gang of thieves escape!" ”

"Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find out this group of people, otherwise it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart."

Looking at Yan Biao's angry and angry appearance, Dong Songchen was skeptical, but he still couldn't believe it, Lin'an Yiba Yan Gongzi was beaten, it was simply the number one in the world.

"Today's appointment can only be said another day." Yan Biao arched his hand, and the right to make amends, he really didn't want his honor to be exposed in front of people for a long time, so he lowered his head and wanted to leave.

When he gave it up, a piece of paper floated out of his sleeve and fell to Dong Songchen's feet.

Dong Songchen leaned over and picked it up, out of curiosity, he glanced at it, and listened to Yan Biao say: "This is a poem that those birdmen asked me to copy, it's really inexplicable, Master Dong and return this to me, I want to keep him as evidence, I will find someone in the future, Lao Tzu will let those birdmen copy it a thousand times, ten thousand times!" ”

Dong Songchen's complexion had changed greatly, his face was full of consternation, and when he looked up, he almost grabbed the collar of Yan Biao's clothes.

"You said this poem, and they asked you to copy it?"

Yan Biao was slightly stunned and wondered, so he said hatefully: "Yes, Master Dong, you said those birdmen ......."

Dong Songchen's expression became grim, and he interrupted sharply: "Where is the manuscript you copied?" ”

"...... was taken away by those guys." From Dong Songchen's reaction, Yan Biao finally realized that the situation was not quite right, and said deliciously: "He, they also let me press my handprint." ”

"I pressed my handprint!?"

Dong Songchen was almost screaming.

Yan Biao's heart, as if he had been dragged by someone, began to sink, he didn't know why Dong Songchen reacted so much.

Could it be ...... Is there a problem with this poem?

"I can't keep this thing." Dong Songchen peeked left and right, and then covered with his sleeves, shredded the paper in his hand densely, tore it into a piece of slag, and carefully pinched it in the palm of his hand: "There are many eyes and ears here, I'll burn it again when I go back." ”

"No, don't you worry, do you?" Yan Biao asked tentatively: "It's just a poem." ”

"Don't worry?" Dong Songchen smiled bitterly, looking at the eyes of this outsider with pity and sadness, and said in his heart, doesn't the son and brother study?

"It's an anti-poem." He shook his head, leaned over quietly, and said, "Write this, your sister can't keep you, and you will even implicate your sister and behead all over the house!" ”

Full of slaughter?!

Yan Biao almost shuddered and slipped off the shoulders of the two family members.

Dong Songchen grabbed him and shouted with a gloomy face: "You don't want to go anywhere now, go home!" Then send someone out and ask who those people are and where they live, and you must find them, your handle...... No, the lives of your whole family are in the hands of those people, find them, and then contact me, everyone here sees that you and I are together, you and I are grasshoppers on the same rope, if something happens, it will affect me! ”

Yan Biao's body trembled like a dustpan, where had he ever seen such a thing, writing anti-poems and other complicity in rebellion, punishing the nine clans.

He trembled and nodded like pounded garlic.

Dong Songchen came out to eat, got on the thief ship for no reason, and his heart was even more depressed, he looked back at the crowd around him, sighed, and turned back to the sedan chair to leave.

……

On the other side of the city, Meng Heng's mansion.

The eldest grandson Hong was handing the masterpiece written by Yan Biao to Wang Kui to see.

The bearded man was overjoyed, shaking the paper and laughing.

"Second brother, there is really you, with this thing, even if Yan Biao has an official family to support him, he will not dare to make trouble, writing anti-poems is equivalent to rebellion, and Danshu iron coupons can't cover his life."

Changsun Hong drank tea, tasted it leisurely, smiled, and said, "Although today is a trivial matter, a big basket has been poked." Yan Biao is Yan Guifei's younger brother, you can't afford to provoke such a big brother, his sister has a pillow wind, and it is light to cut your officials, if Yan Biao is ruthless, maybe we won't be able to go back to Sichuan alive. ”

"So you just make things bigger, force Yan Biao to leave a handle, as long as he dares to come to the door to provoke, this poem with a rhyme is the knife that wants his life." Wang Kui nodded and began to blame himself: "Having said that, this matter is still because of me, if I hadn't made a rash move, I wouldn't have provoked Yan Biao." ”

"I can't say that, Yan Biao relied on his sister's favor to openly commit murder with a knife, he didn't pay attention to me wearing official uniforms, if it weren't for the fact that a few of us were still skilled, I am afraid it would not be his family if he fell in the Chunfeng Building."

Eldest Sun Hong put down the teacup and sneered: "Such a person, to teach him a lesson is to eliminate harm for the people, eldest brother doesn't have to mind, he can't help us." ”

The two chatted, and when they were laughing, they heard a movement outside, and someone came in to report that Meng Heng, who had entered the palace to face the saint, had returned.

"The old man doesn't look very good, and when he gets off the sedan chair, he still needs someone to support him." The servant of the Meng Mansion who came in to report the news said: "When I went out in the morning, my face was still red, why did I come back in the afternoon and become like this?" It's weird. ”

Wang Kui and Changsun Hong listened, glanced at each other, and stood up together.

There must have been something wrong with this conversation between Meng Hui and Li Zong.

(End of chapter)