The king of Yanbei County and Shen Tong looked at each other, and the sister and brother both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

The child who was caught between the stubborn old lady and the dead ghost father was too helpless.

The sound of horse bells in the birch forest, the snow falling on the branches, a sharp whistle piercing the snow, and before the whistle stopped, it was another, one after another.

The king of Yanbei County said with a smile: "Three long and one short, the person who picked us up has arrived!" ”

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Yanbei City, the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion.

Yang Qin pushed open the window, the snowflakes outside the window were the size of copper coins, and he glanced at the gloomy sky, this snow did not know how many more days it would be.

He slammed the window in anger and paced back and forth in the room.

In the past two days, a small group of Tartars broke into the village to grab grain and livestock.

This is just a trivial matter, it is insignificant, it will be like this every winter, Yang Qin will not make a big deal for this little thing, not to mention, now his mind is not on this.

His son, his eldest son, is not cold in his bones!

As long as he thought of Yang Jinxuan, who died in an unknown manner, Yang Qin felt that his heart, liver, spleen and lungs were all painful.

Yang Feng, Yang Min, Yang Jincheng, I want to make every one of you die well!

At this moment, an attendant came in with a letter in his hand.

Yang Qin tore off the fire paint on it, and his eyes lit up.

Yang Min is dead!

Yang Min died in the coal green mountain, and that night the coal and green mountain Shouhuang Palace had gone to the water, almost burned down the Zi Palace of the Daxing Emperor, Yang Min entered the coal green mountain without a will, and died outside the Shouhuang Palace!

After a day, Emperor Daxing of Kuixinglou appeared, leaving a holy edict, and the content of the edict has been passed out, the little emperor on the dragon chair is not the royal bloodline, but the wild seed that the Yang family picked up from nowhere!

Yang Qin read the letter three times.

The first glance and ten lines are more shocking;

The second time I couldn't believe it, I looked carefully, for fear of missing a word;

The third time was full of surprises, and the taste between the lines was endless.

Yang Min is dead!

I don't know whether the holy edict is true or not, but if the little emperor's life experience is really as stated in the holy edict, then the Yang family's sins are unforgivable!

But the Yang family in Yanbei had already been expelled from the door wall when Yang Jinxuan was caught.

This is something that everyone in the world knows, Yang Jincheng said it in front of thousands of people on the street.

If a clan wants to expel a descendant from the door, of course, it is not only as simple as announcing it in public, but also has relevant documents.

Therefore, the Yang family in Yanbei and the Yang family in the capital are now strangers, and they can't beat the eight poles, and they can't punish the nine clans.

The maid brought the charcoal basin, Yang Qin waved his hand, and the maid withdrew with the charcoal basin.

Yang Qin folded the letter into Fang Sheng and hid it in the clothes on his chest.

He will still open this letter and read it until all the people of the Yang family in the capital are dead.

"Invite Mr. Fang over."

Mr. Fang came to him last year, an idle crane-like figure, and Yang Qin put a lot of effort into taking him under the door.

Mr. Fang's name is Fang Jiwei, and he has been writing and remembering since he was a child, but he memorized everything he had done, whether it was poetry books or account books. Not only that, Mr. Fang is especially good at military books, and he can recite more military books than Yang Qin has heard of in his life.

Such a rare character in the world, of course, also has weaknesses.

Everyone has weaknesses, and so is Mr. Fang.

Mr. Fang loves beauties, and talented people have loved beauties since ancient times, but Mr. Fang not only loves beauties, but also loves talented beauties.

In his early years, Mr. Fang went into the examination room for a talented beauty and took the exam on behalf of the beauty's brother.

As a result, Mr. Fang and the beauty's brother were both beaten with forty boards, and they were not allowed to step into the examination room for half a step in their lives, and they were also ruined.

It's a pity that the beauty didn't make a promise because of this, but hated Mr. Fang for dragging his brother into the water, and since then he has broken off his relationship with Mr. Fang.

In the years that followed, Mr. Fang wandered the world and became famous, and one day, he came to Yanbei between the white mountains and black waters, and immediately attracted countless talents who wanted to compete with him.

Yang Qin is a martial artist, and he is disdainful of this kind of literary fight, not to mention that these people are actually endorsing the competition!

Now Yang Qin has forgotten who recommended Mr. Fang to him, and he also understands one thing, a person with special talents like Mr. Fang cannot be compared with a group of scholars.

Such people have a greater use.

I heard that Mr. Fang loves beauties, and Yang Qin bought two Yangzhou thin horses with a lot of money, and they are all familiar with poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Mr. Fang really accepted it, and entered the mansion to make a western seat at the price of 1,000 taels of silver every year.

The student he wants to teach is Yang Jinxuan.

Of course, this is just a name, in fact, Yang Jinxuan has no shortage of Western seats, and he has no intention of finding a master for himself.

Mr. Fang is not in a hurry, every day stepping on the hour to enter the house, and then stepping on the hour to leave the house, his home is two streets away from the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, which is an elegant and exquisite courtyard, where there are two beauties with him.

In the past year, Yang Qin has not given any envoys to Mr. Fang, and Mr. Fang has not come to see Yang Qin.

Today, when Yang Qin thinks of the affairs of the capital, the first thing that comes to mind is Mr. Fang.

Mr. Fang walked in unhurriedly, and Yang Qin said, "Mr. Fang is still comfortable?" ”

Mr. Fang smiled, a pair of white hands folded on his chest: "The courtyard is exquisite, the beauty is like jade, and it is comfortable." ”

Yang Qin picked up a scroll and handed it to Mr. Fang.

Mr. Fang stretched out his hand to take it, unfolded it and saw that the painting was a carriage.

The carriage was adorned with pearls, filigree curtains, and even the horses pulling the carriage were adorned with golden bells.

Mr. Fang closed the picture scroll and smiled like a spring breeze: "This car is very good, I have a good heart." ”

Yang Qin picked up another scroll and handed it to Mr. Fang.

Mr. Fang unfolds again, and the painting shows several women, standing or sitting, playing the piano, reading or dancing, in different forms, but all of them are beautiful.

"Sir, do you think this painting is good?" Yang Qin asked.

"The painting is good, but the beauty is wonderful." Mr. Fang said.

Yang Qin smiled with satisfaction: "Can the governor of Pontus give this carriage and the beauties on this painting all to Mr. Yu?" ”

"That's very good, but it's useless, what does the governor have to hand over to him?" Mr. Fang said.

Yang Qin nodded, he likes to deal with smart people.

"Mr. sat in this carriage, BMW incense car, there are beautiful peers, Mr. went out of Yanbei to enter Beijing, worshiped under the door of Yang Jincheng, the eldest son of the Protectorate Mansion, the son of Jincheng is a good celebrity, and he is a scholar, since then Mr. is the guest of honor, what does Mr. think?"

Mr. Fang stroked his palm: "Wonderful, but how can Gongzi Jincheng take it in?" ”

Yang Qin smiled coldly: "If you were driven out of Yanbei by me, do you think that Gongzi Jincheng will be allowed to stay with you?" ”

Mr. Fang smiled: "It's not enough to drive away, I need to have a meeting gift." ”

Yang Qin asked, "What is the gift of meeting?" ”