Duanmu Fei poked out half of his little face from the car window.

"You'd better not go out lately." Feng Yan said uneasily, "Where do you want to go, I'll take you there later!" ”

Duanmu Fei responded obediently.

Even if Feng Yan didn't say it, Duanmu Fei didn't plan to go out to play, and he knew that the capital was going to be messed up when he thought about it with his toes......

Feng Yan reluctantly watched the carriage enter Duanmu Mansion, and it was not until the corner gate closed that he turned the horse's head and rode away.

On horseback, the young man's back was unusually straight, like a sword out of its sheath.

The streets were deserted, and the sky let go of its scruples, and ran with all its might, and it had to make a sound.

"Rumble ......"

Duanmu Fei in Duanmu Mansion also seemed to hear the neighing of the sky and the sound of horses' hooves, and glanced back in the direction of the outside of the mansion.

The porter thought that Duanmu Fei was worried that Feng Yan would catch up with the thunderstorm, so she said with a smile: "Fourth girl, the slave maid has been watching this thunder for a while, but it hasn't rained, maybe it's 'dry thunder doesn't rain'." ”

Duanmu Fei just smiled and went back to Zhanqing Courtyard.

Duanmujun had already looked at Duanmufei at the entrance of the house, she was afraid that her sister would not be full in Huangjue Temple, so she prepared a table of sumptuous dishes in advance.

She was not in a hurry to ask what happened today, and coaxed her sister to have dinner first.

After dinner, the two sisters sat together in the east room, drinking consumption tea, with sweet and sour candied fruit, Duanmufei only felt light.

It's better to be at home!

Duanmu sighed with satisfaction in his heart, and then talked about what happened in Huangjue Temple today as if he was gossiping.

talked about Geng Tinglian's death all the time.

After finishing speaking, Duanmu Fei felt a little dry mouth, and after drinking several sips of tea, the room fell silent.

Thinking of Geng Tinglian, Duanmujun's expression was a little complicated, and he thought of the scene of Geng Tinglian burning Huangjue Temple...... I thought of Cen Yin again.

Her long, thick eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding the ripples at the bottom of her eyes.

Duanmufei put down the teacup and said, "I estimate that Geng Tinglian committed suicide nine times out of ten." She said it lightly.

Duanmujun raised his eyes and looked at Duanmufei as if he had just woken up from a dream, and it was difficult to hide the surprise in his eyes.

"Geng Tinglian should be for the Geng family." Duanmu Fei explained casually.

Geng Tinglian took great pains to set up this situation, first spreading rumors of the emperor's mother-killing in the palace and the capital, making the matter bigger and making everyone suspicious of the emperor, but unfortunately, the situation she expected was controlled by Dongchang, so she could only use suicide today to "confirm" the speculation of others.

In this way, if the emperor wants to move the Geng family again, it is equivalent to verifying the rumors, and it is equivalent to announcing to the people of the world that he is not in the right position, so he has to unload the mill and kill the donkey, kill people and kill people.

The emperor cherishes his feathers, even if he hates it in his heart, he will keep the Geng family.

Although the Geng family can't keep the governor's mansion of the five armies, but in the emperor's lifetime, the Geng family's wealth and glory will not be less.

As for what will happen to the Geng family after the emperor dies in the future, this is not something Geng Tinglian can think about.

All she can take care of is the Geng family's eyes!

Duanmu looked at the dark sky outside, the thunder had died down, and the night sky was full of stars, which reminded her of the phoenix eyes that were brighter than the stars.

Although she didn't talk to Feng Yan about it, they must have seen it with Feng Yan.

Duanmu Jun was just a little surprised by Geng Tinglian's death, and after being surprised, he left it behind.

After all, to her, Geng Tinglian is actually a completely irrelevant person, and she has not met a few times in total.

In her heart, the most important person is Duanmu Fei, and everything else is secondary.

"Zhenzhen, you knelt for another day today, let the pothos give you a warm compress and massage later."

"I still have bone-setting medicine wine there, wisteria, you go and get it."

"I'll do it myself......"

Zhanqing Courtyard became lively again with the return of Duanmufei, and that night, the lights were blown out early.

Duanmu Fei was probably really tired and had a good night's sleep.

On the contrary, the emperor in the Heart Cultivation Hall was tossing and turning, and he felt like a small fire was tormenting little by little.

At midnight, the imperial doctors of the Imperial Hospital were brought into the palace by the chamberlain, and the emperor suffered another palpitation and fainted.

The emperor was sick, and the morning of the next morning was of course a holiday.

Since the emperor woke up, he ordered Concubine Geng Zhuang to be buried with the gift of a noble concubine, and rewarded and appeased the Geng family, and then rewarded a group of old ministers who had followed him for nearly 20 years, such as the Empress Dowager He's maiden family, such as the Yang family.

When the emperor's reward arrived at the Yang family, the Yang family was relieved.

Originally, watching the Sun family, the Geng family, the Wei family and other families who supported the emperor's ascension to the throne have fallen one after another in recent years, the Yang family is really afraid, and they have basically been hiding in the house for the past few months, not going out, for fear that the next person to be raided will be their own family.

Yang Xuyao even thought about it, if Dongchang came to raid the house, he would use the matter of Duanmujun and Cen Yin that he saw last time as a bargaining chip, so that Cen Yin would let his family have a way out.

After all, if the news of their private teaching spreads, Duanmu Jun will only lose his reputation, and Cen Yin's reputation will not be good.

Now that the Yang family is fine for the time being, Yang Xuyao pondered that this chip could be kept first, in case something happened in the future.

The clouds that had shrouded the Yang family for so long finally dispersed, and in the dead of night, Yang Xuyao drank freely to the moon, and even felt in his heart that Geng Tinglian had died at a really good time!

These things are in the eyes of the various prefectures in Beijing, and no one dares to talk about them in the open, but secretly they have their own ideas.

From last year to this year, the image of the emperor has completely collapsed.

Not only the courtiers, but also the people also circulated various rumors, saying that the emperor was not right, that the emperor was plotting to usurp the throne, and that the emperor killed his brother and mother.

In addition, in the past two years, it can be said that there have been wars, natural disasters and man-made disasters, and the emperor has been extravagant...... Costly.

There are already calls for the emperor to abdicate, especially in Jiangnan.

Jiangnan Shilin students all criticized the emperor one by one, especially Gong Zhengxing, a great Confucian in Jiangnan, wrote an article, which counted the emperor's ten major crimes, which attracted a chorus from the students.

This article by Gong Zheng Province spread rapidly among the major academies in Jiangnan, and it has only been a few months, and it is not only Jiangnan, but there is a call to put things right in the north and south of Dasheng.

Today's Dasheng is like an ocean that is no longer calm, when the storm is about to hit, the sea is stormy, thunder and lightning.

This imminent urgency centered on the capital and spread violently and wantonly.

Feng Yan, who quietly left Beijing, traveled lightly with a few secret guards, rushed for two days and two nights, and arrived at Hongfeng Town, Jizhou at dusk.

He rested for half a night, and then at midnight, he made peace with a thousand people who had been waiting here for a long time, and then came to the foot of Hongfeng Mountain in the night.

At night, the mountains and forests are silent, and the boundless darkness envelops the mountains and forests, and only the stars and the moon look down on all beings.

At the foot of the mountain, the people dismounted, and if they went any further, the sound of their horses' hooves would alarm the target.

In the silence of the night, the wheezing of the horses mingled and echoed in the evening breeze.

A thirty-year-old soldier with a short beard strode up to Feng Yan, hugged his fist at Feng Yan and said, "Son, Yaojiazhai is on the top of the mountain." ”

"The scout has come to explore the way, and we can follow the trail ahead and take a shortcut up the road. Yaojiazhai has its back to the cliff, so it can only go around to the frontal attack. ”

"There are less than 400 mountain bandits in the stockade, which is more than enough for our troops."

It is not an exaggeration to say that the more bully the less, and the stronger bully the weak.

The short-bearded soldier spoke, full of confidence and high spirits. Before, the Fire Gun Battalion had shown their faces in front of Childe several times, and this time it was their turn.

Needless to say, the powerful combat power of the firebolt also has significant weaknesses, one is that the projectile and gunpowder are limited, and the other is that the sound is too loud, and the loud firing sound like a lightning strike will produce a lot of movement.

It is precisely because of this that this time it was their turn to come out of the Divine Bow Battalion.

Feng Yan also dismounted, glanced in the direction pointed by the other party, and asked casually, "How long is it?" ”

He patted Ben Xiao on the back, unfastened the horse's chew, and let it play on its own.

Feng Yan's four words were unclear, but the short-bearded soldier understood it and immediately replied: "One hour is more than enough." ”

"Okay." Feng Yan smiled, his phoenix eyes shining in the moonlight, "Let's go." ”

His voice was neither light nor heavy, and in this silent night, with a penetrating power like a sharp arrow, it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Everyone was glamorous, and they didn't make a sound, but just clenched their fists in unison to receive their lives.

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