This year's torture has completely turned Geng Hai into another person, he is no longer on top, and the self-confidence he once had has long been gone.

He has been completely defeated!

Today's Geng Hai has long ceased to expect Geng Anhui to come to save him, he has been forgotten, he is just a living dead.

He only wants to die!

But without Cen Yin's order, he couldn't even die.

Geng Hai, who was prostrate on the ground, looked up at Cen Yin who was standing outside the cell, he was wearing a simple royal blue straight jacket, his hair was half draped and half bunched, and he was very casual and leisurely, as if he was just visiting here.

In just one year, Geng Hai felt like a lifetime was so long.

The shoe is on the other foot.

Cen Yin is still noble and elegant like an immortal, but he is humble and lowly to the dust......

"I said," Cen Yin looked down at Geng Hai, the corners of his mouth smiling, "You will live to watch the Geng family fall." ”

Breaking Geng Hai's bones and scattering ashes will also be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart, and it will be difficult to comfort the souls of his father, mother and sister in the sky!

Cen Yin's ghostly voice grew colder, as if he came from hell, "Ling Lang will come in to accompany you soon!" ”

It was as if he were just announcing a fact.

Geng Hai, whose eyes were originally dark, widened for a moment, and his eyes almost bulged out.

"Xue Zhao, what are you going to do?!"

He asked sharply, his cloudy pupils surging with unusually strong emotions, fear, despair, anger, and remorse.

Cen Yin raised his free left hand and casually dusted it off his right shoulder.

A stump of leaves fell from his shoulders and fell to the ground, the leaves that had been bitten by insects with several holes were dull.

In the glow of the candlelight, Cen Yin's unusually red thin lips curled slightly, and he pouted with a meaningful smile.

Geng Hai's eyes were almost widened to the extreme, and intense fear spread throughout his body, surging like a raging storm, completely dominating him.

He muttered with little confidence: "Xue Zhao, the emperor will not let you get your wish......"

That's right.

Even if the emperor is jealous of the Weiguo Mansion, he will keep the Weiguo Mansion to show his magnanimity and show his nostalgia......

Thinking about it, Geng Hai's hands couldn't help but clench into fists tightly, and his eyes sparkled.

Cen Yin said slowly: "Now that the war in the north has broken out again, the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies is wantonly delaying and delaying the military aircraft...... This is the opportunity for Ling Lang to send to me himself. ”

Geng Hai could barely look directly at Cen Yin, his heart was like a drum, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily.

His son he knew.

Although his son is not a brilliant person, he is not stupid enough to delay the military plane, and he will do this, he must have been forced to lose an inch.

This person is naturally Xue Zhao.

Xue Zhao hated himself to the core, and he would never let go of the Geng family, it must be Xue Zhao who used his power to dig a hole for his son!

It's just that my son still doesn't know the details of Xue Zhao, the enemy is in the dark, I'm in the light, just by this point, the situation is too unfavorable for my son!

Cen Yin still didn't speak, but turned around slowly, the smile on the corner of his lips deepened a little, and his long and deep eyes flashed with a frightening cold glow in the candlelight.

He just swept it with such a fluttering glance, and his whole body released an inexplicable deterrent.

The other party's glance verified the guess in Geng Hai's heart, and his heart fell sharply and sank to the bottomless abyss.

Seeing that Cen Yin turned around and was about to leave, Geng Hai was anxious.

Geng Hai humbly prostrate on the ground, using all the remaining strength in his body to kowtow and beg for mercy: "Xue Zhao, you spare the Geng family!" ”

"As long as you spare the Geng family, I am willing to give you all the connections of the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies, you want to seek to usurp the throne...... No, it's just that people are needed to set things right. ”

"Our Geng family can help you!"

That's right, their Geng family still has use value, with him, Xue Zhao and Feng Yan can get twice the result with half the effort!

Cen Yin looked at Geng Hai quietly, and his long narrow eyes were calm and waveless, as if they were covered with a layer of ice.

There was neither happiness nor wavering in his heart, nor disappointment.

Geng Hai is actually still the same Geng Hai, the greedy and insidious Geng Hai more than ten years ago.

In Geng Hai's heart, there was only himself and the power of their Geng family.

Obviously, their Geng family is already more noble than many people in this world, and it is clear that the position of the Duke of Wei Guo is already a high power, but Geng Hai is not satisfied, he wants one person to be above ten thousand people.

He doesn't care who the emperor is, he doesn't care about the people, he doesn't care what will happen to the north......

After so many years, Geng Hai still hasn't changed at all!

Cen Yin said lightly: "The connections of the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies, even Ling Lang can't control it, you are a 'dead man' now, how can you give it to me!" ”

"Yes!" Geng Hai seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and hurriedly said, "I have their handle." ”

He originally planned to hand over his connections to his son little by little, but he was so caught off guard that he couldn't even hand over the true heritage of the Geng family to his son.

It was he who was careless!

But now that he has regretted it, he can only do his last effort to leave a glimmer of life for the Geng family.

Geng Hai's heart was bitter.

Over the years, the governors of the five armies have been loyal to him, but in fact, part of it is because he used their handles to pinch them.

He can imagine that "those people" are afraid that they have been testing their son for a year and are sure that they will become more and more disobedient if they do not have their handle.

Cen Yin's response was to raise his legs and leave, without any nostalgia.

"Xue Zhao!" Geng Hai was frightened, grabbed the railing of the cell with both hands, looked up to reveal his red and swollen forehead, and shouted, "Xue Zhao, I will hide the things in the Migli against the wall on the north side of the Huangjue Temple Library Pavilion, I just ask you to spare An Hao!" ”

Geng Hai no longer wants the Geng family to live, he only needs the Geng family to leave a bloodline enough.

He was met with darkness and silence.

As Cen Yin went away, the surroundings darkened again, and it was so dark that there was no light, it was as dark as death and a quagmire.

Geng Hai trembled like chaff, and his pale face was filled with boundless despair.

His mind couldn't help but think of the scene from twenty years ago, and remembered his betrayal of Emperor Chongming's allegiance to the present......

He couldn't help but have a thought in his heart-

If he had known today, would he have regretted it?!

The corners of Geng Hai's mouth pulled out a bleak smile.

The answer is obvious.

He won't.

Knowing that today, when he was in the north, he should have been more cautious, he should have cut down the grass and eradicated the roots, and he should have slaughtered the city!

There will be no Cen Yin, a fish caught in the net!

He was wrong!

Today he had to pay for his mistakes!

Geng Hai looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter was indescribably poignant.

Geng Hai's laughter could no longer reach Cen Yin's ears, and after Cen Yin left the dungeon, he left without looking back.

After a "bang", the door of the dungeon is closed again!

The moment the door closed, there was a gust of wind, which caused the candles in the lantern to dance wildly......

Cen Yin looked at the lantern quietly, and his beautiful face looked as usual, smiling slightly.

There was a coldness in his charming smile, but his eyes were getting deeper and deeper, and his thoughts were flying.

These generals of the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies are from all over the world, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are mixed, Cen Yin has long guessed that he wants to really control these people, and treat them as the generals of the Geng family, and it is definitely not enough to rely on Geng Hai to give them graces, Geng Hai is likely to grasp the handle of some people.

But if Geng Hai thinks that he may still go out, he will not tell his last hole card, only to force him and the Geng family to the extreme, to the point that there is no way out, Geng Hai can only honestly confess, in order to seek a glimmer of life.

The little scorpion was guarding the door of the dungeon, and Cen Yin casually handed the lantern in his hand to the little scorpion, and saw the little scorpion pointing forward with a complicated expression.

The little scorpion looked in the direction that the little scorpion pointed to, and saw a black starling on a big tree in front of him, and the starling looked down at Cen Yin and the little scorpion from above, and then turned his head to peck the fine feathers under the wings.

The corners of the little scorpion's eyes twitched, Cen Yin was stunned, the curvature of the corners of his mouth deepened, and his smile softened.

As he walked under the tree, he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Scorpion, you go and pass the word to the Shadow Guard......"

"Quack!"

As soon as the little starling saw Cen Yin ignoring it, he was furious, flapped his wings and shouted, overpowering Cen Yin's words.

It flapped its wings and landed steadily on Cen Yin's shoulder, complaining and jumping again.

When the wind blows, the leaves above sway.

"Whoa......

The sound of the wind, the swaying of the branches, and the cry of the starlings mingled together.

The scorching sun burned the earth below, and the ground seemed to burn.

The little starling has always been a stubborn and stubborn bird.

After sticking Cen Yin from the door of the dungeon, it refused to leave, Cen Yin followed wherever he went, including lunchtime, and the little attendants who were waiting on the side sighed in their hearts: This starling has the blue eyes of the Overseer, and this is still flying on the branch as a phoenix!

Until the afternoon, when Cen Yin went to the Tea Pavilion, the little starling still stopped on his shoulder and did not fly away.

"Childe, please come here."

The owner of the teahouse couldn't help but glance at the little starling, and led Cen Yin to a small courtyard in the northwest corner as usual.

Before I entered the courtyard, I heard a clear and pleasant sound of the flute coming from the house.

The sound of Xiao is melodious and clear, clear as flowing water, high and low, fast and slow, fast and slow, fast and fast, like a torrent rushing when it is fast, and like a trickle of water when it is slow; When it is high, it is like a person singing a long song, and when it is low, it is like a flower swaying......

Cen Yin couldn't help but stop under the eaves and listened quietly for a moment.

Even if he didn't enter the door, he could hear that this was Feng Yan's flute, Feng Yan was different from him, he was just like his name, burning and bright.

The name that the eldest princess of Anping gave him is really good, very good!

Only this kind of sealing can bring hope to those of them who are in deep darkness......

"Quack?"

The little starling screamed suspiciously, as if asking, why don't you leave?

Cen Yin touched its smooth black feathers, then came back to his senses, continued to walk into the house, lifted the curtain into the east room, and saw a young man in a dark robe standing by the window, holding a turquoise bamboo flute in his hand.

Seeing Cen Yin coming, Feng Yan immediately stopped, put down the bamboo flute in his hand, and smiled, like a bright sun.

"Big brother!"

The bamboo flute in Feng Yan's hand rotated flexibly between his five fingers, as if it were a part of him.

"Ah Yan." Cen called with a faint smile.

Before the words could fall, he was interrupted by a terrible cry: "Bad! ”

The little starling was so familiar with the figure in front of him that his feet were crooked, and he stumbled off Cen Yin's shoulder.

It flapped its wings in a panic, fluttering like an old hen, flew out of the nearest window, and fluttered in the courtyard several times before it found its rhythm of flying, flew to a green bamboo, and "hid".

It seemed to him that it was well hidden.

But in Cen Yin's opinion, the bamboo leaves couldn't stop its black body at all.

Cen Yin moved his eyebrows, plus on the way to Jiangnan last time, he had been with the little starling for a while, and it was the first time he had seen this arrogant starling so embarrassed, as if he had met a natural enemy, which made people wonder what Feng Yan had done to it.

Feng Yan didn't bother to pay attention to the stupid starling, and after glancing at the stupid bird outside the window, he said again: "Big brother, sit." ”

Cen Yin walked to Feng Yan's side, took his robe and sat down.

Feng Yan also sat down, put the bamboo flute aside, and then poured tea for Cen Yin himself.

The sound of pouring tea echoed in the room.

Cen Yin took out two yellowed booklets from his sleeve and placed them on the square table between the two.

Feng Yan took the two booklets and flipped through them casually, and the sound of "brushing" turned the pages one after another, making the room more and more quiet.

The bamboo forest in the courtyard was verdant, and the mottled shadows were reflected on the windows and the faces of the two, reflecting Feng Yan's handsome face with a touch of coldness.

Feng Yan closed the booklet and smiled.

"Big brother, Geng Hai has a lot of good things hidden. If you let him die easily, it will be a big loss! ”

Cen Yin was also laughing, and the swaying light and shadow made him look enchanting.

Cen Yin picked up the teacup and said, "Ah Yan, this matter will be handed over to you." ”

"Big brother, don't worry." Feng Yan smiled confidently and said meaningfully, "I will make good use of these two booklets, Wei Yongxin will do it at this time, the time is right!" ”

These two booklets could not have come at a better time.

Cen Yin took a sip of hot tea, as if he thought of something, his dark and ghostly eyes flashed with interest, and praised: "Your little girl is a clever girl." ”

Speaking of Duanmu Fei, the atmosphere suddenly became lighter.

Of course! Feng Yan smiled smugly, "My Zhen Zhen is the smartest!" "His words have been so smart since he was a child.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Yan thought of Duanmu Fei's recent fundraising for the northern border, and looked at Cen Yin who was sitting opposite him with complicated eyes, "Big brother, ...... over there in the north."

Feng Yan knew that it was impossible for Cen Yin not to care about the northern realm, for the people of Zhenbei Wangfu, the northern realm had become their home, and their mission was deeply engraved in their souls.

"Why don't I try to get to the north?" Feng Yan looked at Cen Yin and proposed.

Cen Yin didn't answer immediately, and the room fell silent.

The little starling in the bamboo forest outside the window took advantage of the two of them talking, quietly flapped his wings and flew down from the bamboo branch and landed on a rockery in the courtyard, looking curiously in the direction of the two, as if he wanted to eavesdrop.

Silence spread, and the two men in the room remained motionless.

Suddenly, Cen Yin moved, raised his head to meet Feng Yan's eyes, and said slowly: "No need. ”

The imperial court has sent reinforcements to the past, King Jian is now retreating to Lingwu City, he knows the terrain of the north best, Lingwu Mountain, Jingyuan Mountain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, as long as the reinforcements can arrive in time, King Jian will be able to hold Lingwu City with the ability of the troops.

"Big brother, then let's just let Jun Ran go to the north." Feng Yan said again.

This time, Cen Yin did not object.

Compared with Feng Yan, Jun Ran is the prince of King Jian, and the function he can play when he goes to the north must be far beyond Feng Yan.

Feng Yan poured himself another cup of tea, only took two sips, and was about to say something, when he heard Cen Yin's words turn around: "Ah Yan, how about playing chess with me?" ”

Feng Yan followed Cen Yin's gaze and looked at the chessboard placed on the other square table, and responded without saying a word.

The two got up almost at the same time, so frightened that the little starling on the rockery shook his body, and almost didn't fall down, it quickly shrank back, almost curling into a black ball.

Feng Yan and Cen Yin both glanced at the little starling with amusement, and the two walked to the chessboard and sat down in front of the chessboard.

There was no guess, Feng Yan consciously insisted on the sunspot first.

He is self-aware, and his chess skills are not bad, but compared to chess masters such as Duanmu Fei, Cen Yin, and Master Yuankong, it is far behind.

The black and white chess pieces fell on the chessboard one by one, seemingly with a strange rhythm, whether it was Feng Yan or Cen Yin, they all had a characteristic, that is, they would not hesitate when they landed.

Time passed quietly, and the chessboard was soon dotted with stars.

The battle between the black and white chess pieces also became more and more intense, and the two sides were intertwined like two armies.

Contrary to the fierceness on the chessboard, Cen Yin and Feng Yan's expressions were so calm, with a slight smile on the corner of their mouths.

When the eyes of the two occasionally intersected, there was a tacit understanding in their hearts.

They are playing the next game, a game of chess that has been played for more than ten years, and today, this game has entered the most critical moment.

The ninth day of September.

It has only been three months since the ninth day of September.

The golden eyes shone through the gap between the bamboo leaves, and the eyes of both of them were extremely bright.

All that remained in the room was the sound of falling children, crisp and neat......

Time passed slowly, and when Feng Yan came out of the tea hall with the turquoise bamboo flute, it was already more than half of the Shen time, and the little starling could still be faintly heard in the back "bad" and "quack" for a while, and the sun outside was slanting westward, and the weather was not so hot.

Feng Yan turned over and touched the bamboo flute inserted in his waist, and his phoenix eyes were slightly raised.

Zhen Zhen said that she would make a bamboo flute with purple bamboo for him, so during this time, Feng Yan would practice when he was free, thinking that one day when Zhen Zhen finished the bamboo flute, he could blow it to her immediately.

Maybe maybe Zhen Zhen will invite him to play the flute ensemble!

Thinking about it, Feng Yan's heartbeat thumped faster, and the roots of his ears burned.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had arrived on Quanyu Street.

Feng Yan blinked, smiled, patted Ben Xiao's neck, and praised: "Ben Xiao, you still understand my mind!" ”

Ben Xiao let out a proud cry of "Bang", happily shook the horse's head, and rushed towards the direction of Duanmu Mansion at an accelerated speed, the sound of the horse's hooves was loud and crisp.

Ben Xiao familiarly carried Feng Yan to a small alley next to Duanmu Mansion, and after Feng Yan stepped on the back of a horse and grabbed a branch that poked out of the mansion and climbed the wall, it ran into the depths of the alley to play like a wild horse on the loose.

The cheerful appearance seemed to be happier than that of its thief master, as if it wished to get rid of him.

Feng Yan didn't care at all, he only had his Zhen Zhen left in his heart at the moment.

Feng Yan flew between the eaves, the wall and the canopy, and his skills were as agile as a bird with wings spread, and the slaves and maids below came and went, but no one noticed the movement above.

Feng Yan's luck was good, when he came to Zhanqing Courtyard, Duanmu Fei was in the small study, standing quietly holding a pen, writing intently, and there was no one else in the small study.

Feng Yan jumped down from the tree, and when he fell, he was silent.

The white fox, who was curled up on another big tree to sleep, glanced at Feng Yan lazily, and then closed his eyes, as if sleeping.

Feng Yan turned his head and glanced at the white fox, feeling that this fox was really much more well-behaved and cute than that stupid starling.

Feng Yan walked silently to the window.

There should be an ice basin in the small study, and as soon as he approached it, he felt a wisp of cool air rushing to his face.

In the afternoon, the Zhanqing Courtyard was very quiet.

The trees are shady, the bright moon flowers in the corners are in full swing, and the small jasmine flowers are as white as jade, blooming on the branches.

Duanmu stood straight behind the bookcase, wearing an emerald green Yunlan satin skirt embroidered with Qinglian, and a double snail bun on his head.

She didn't see any beads, and she was dressed very plain and simple, like a rose blooming quietly on the branches, beautiful and fragrant, which made people's hearts calm down when they looked at it.

Feng Yan smiled at the corner of his lips, and his beautiful phoenix eyes shone with bright brilliance.

He quietly watched Duanmu Fei write, and did not intend to disturb her.

However, he was such a big person standing there, how could Duanmu Fei ignore it.

After she finished writing a line, she put down the wolf pen in her hand, raised her little face and looked at Feng Yan outside the window.

"Ah Yan."

The warm sunlight of early summer sprinkled on her face through the gaps in the leaves, reflecting her skin as if transparent, and the fine fluff on her face was clearly visible and faintly shiny.

Her smile is sweet, her eyebrows and eyes curve in a pleasant arc, and her pink cherry lips are as delicate and soft as flower petals......

Feng Yan stared at her cherry lips, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, beating like a drum.

Bang bang bang!

An indescribable sweetness surged from the bottom of my heart, spreading to all my limbs.

His body moved on its own, and his right hand propped up on the window sill, and flew into the small study.

The house is as cool as water, separated from the courtyard by a wall, as if it has been separated into two worlds, spring and summer.

Feng Yan glanced at the desk, and wrote a line of poetry on the rice paper spread on it, and the writing was casual and smooth.

His gaze was slightly condensed.

What is written on the paper is a line book.

The line of writing is between regular script and cursive script, and the line of writing is faster, so it is a test of kung fu, to be able to vertically, to capture, to expand, to stay.

The book written on this rice paper is like clouds and flowing water, the scabies are suitable, and the wind and bones are sprinkled, which can be described as its own style.

This is the handwriting of Ah Ci.

Ah Ci has always been very good at writing books.

Feng Yan looked at the line of words on the rice paper in a daze, as if she was enchanted, and couldn't help but think of her excellent hairpin flower in her mind.

Four years ago, she was in this Duanmu Mansion step by step, and had to carefully hide her true handwriting;

In the past four years, she has let go little by little and become herself......

This means that Ah Ci should feel very happy now.

That's nice.

Feng Yan's phoenix eyes were half-drooping, and the bottom of his eyes was radiant.

Seeing that he was stunned and looked at the words he wrote motionlessly, Duanmu Fei also subconsciously looked at the rice paper, wanting to ask him if there was anything wrong, but saw that he suddenly moved again, and then picked up the inkstone on the side.

"Zhenzhen, I'll grind the ink for you."

He proposed with a smile as he handed the wolf pen on the pen to Duanmu Fei, and then picked up the ink strip and sharpened it for her with great interest, and the smile on Jun's face seemed to be blooming.

Duanmu Fei looked at the wolf pen that he forced into his hand, and always felt that something was strange......

Forget it, since you can't figure it out, it's not an important thing to think about.

Feng Yan took the ink strip and unhurriedly circled vertically on the inkstone, the priority was just right, and the ink fragrance grew stronger with his ink grinding action, blending with the smoke in the room.

Duanmufei dipped his pen in ink again and continued to write.

Feng Yan looked at her with a smile, and four words appeared in his heart: red sleeves add fragrance.

Does he have fulfilled a dream of his youth?!

Well, when he returns to the princess's mansion, he must tell his mother, and look, he will please his daughter-in-law!

------Off topic------

Small Theatre:

Duanmu Xian: Dare to touch my granddaughter, wait to be played to death! Take advantage of the holiday to get the eldest grandson's marriage and play Wei Yongxin again!

Sister Jun: Dare to touch my sister, find Cen Gongzi to abuse you! Wo Hon! It's too hard for you to raise money to buy food these days, so it's better to go to the hot springs to relax!

Ah Yin: It's whatever you say, but it's better to let the little fox have fun first, and I'll do Geng Hai first!

Anping: Silly son, it's your turn to play! It's really good that you only get paid every day and don't go to work! The audience has an opinion!

Ah Yan: Leave it to me, leave it to me, leave it to me!

Duanmuxian: By the way, that pig is really not worthy of my four girls! You have to find a way to stir up and stir up, looking at him is an eyesore, and thinking of him blocks his heart!

Ah Yan: Don't, grandfather!! …… (towed)

- by Ji Sangongzi