Every time Zhuo Yunfan read a note, Song Siming's face turned white, and the president of the Chamber of Commerce was no better.

The black cloth on the eyes of the four people had been removed, and they looked at the little servant standing on the side, shaking like chaff, with a pale face, although the white cloth was wrapped around his wrist, the sound of blood droplets seemed to be still in his ears.

And Feng Xunyun was still fiddling with his pile of knives one by one.

Zhuo Yunfan finished reading the last note, Song Siming was already paralyzed on the ground, the secret no longer existed, with the content of the note, if he arrested the relevant person and asked, everything was clear.

"I said, I said, I said." Song Siming suddenly pounced on Feng Xunyun, hugging Feng Xunyun's leg and begging for mercy.

Feng Xunyun was taken aback, and the knife in his hand almost fell.

"Want to say it now? It's late. Feng Xunyun put the dangling knife against Song Siming's neck, "Those who harm my brother will taste the consequences." ”

After speaking, he kicked Song Siming away and walked out of the cell with the baby box.

"My lord, my lord, I said, I said everything." Song Siming patted the fence of the cell and cried bitterly.

Zhuo Yunfan glanced up at him, didn't say anything, and said to Feng Ziang while cleaning up the things on the table: "Brothers, I have worked hard, I will treat you in the evening." ”

"Okay, Xiangmanlou." Feng Ziang was not polite at all.

A few people were talking about ordering something delicious as they packed up their things and left.

Song Siming looked at the backs of everyone leaving, and was very puzzled, I have to say, you are a trial, why did you leave?

Master Ma and Master Cao were escorted back to their cells, and the president of the Chamber of Commerce and the little official remained in Song Siming's cell.

The jailer was about to lock it, Feng Xunyun turned back, pointed at the little official and said coldly, "You, get out." ”

The little servant walked out tremblingly, wanting to kneel down and beg for mercy, looking at Feng Xunyun with a cold face, and admitting his fate in despair.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Xunyun glanced at the wrist of the little servant, and there was no more blood oozing out.

"It hurts." The little servant replied honestly.

"If it hurts, don't go home and rest, after a delay of three days, I will chop your hand." After Feng Xunyun finished speaking, he turned around and left coldly.

The little servant didn't see a wicked smile on the corner of Feng Xunyun's mouth when he turned around, and he was confused for a while.

"Childe asked you to go home and rest, and gave you three days off." The jailer who locked the cell door patted the little servant on the shoulder.

"Home? Holiday? The little servant was even more confused, and the boy said, "Those who harm my brother will taste the consequences", so he was released and given him a holiday?

"People say that the owner of the cold building of the Silk Building is ruthless, but a few people know that he is also the fifth master of Fengshuang Pavilion with clear grievances." The little jailer's eyes were full of adoration.

"Don't be stunned, the fifth master let you go, but he doesn't care about you, go back and rest well, and come back to be on duty."

The little servant went home with mixed feelings.

When Feng Xunyun arrived at Xiangmanlou, he was dumbfounded when he opened the door of the most exquisite private room, and the stewed prawns and steamed fish and sweet and sour pork ribs and spicy chicken that he was thinking about along the way were nothing, not even a shallot mixed with tofu.

The largest restaurant in Jiangning Mansion, Xiangmanlou, the best private room in Xiangmanlou, only has a big paper on the table.

Feng Xunyun glared at his eldest brother dissatisfied, walked to the small table on the side, and ate melon seeds with the fourth brother.

Feng Ziang and Zhuo Yunfan kept writing and drawing on paper.

In the middle of the paper are the three words of Fengshuang Pavilion, and three lines are drawn from Fengshuang Pavilion.

The first one points to Dugu, the demon in the world fifteen years ago, and now he is ready to move.

A wooden hairpin framed Feng Ziang, and the wooden hairpin was exactly the same as the hosta worn by Princess Xian of Annan.

Dugu and the idle king are old acquaintances, and they are the past that the old magistrate does not want to mention.

Twenty years ago, Lao Zhixian was also a personable Tanhualang, and the emperor frequently nodded and praised the remarks of rejuvenating agriculture and enriching the people in the Jinluan Palace.

also because of this remark, a son came to the door, and the boy was so melancholy between his eyebrows, but the moment he saw Tanhualang, he smiled and dissipated.

That son is Dugujue, he was not called Dugujue, his original name was Zuo Zihan, he was the only son of the left prime minister of the dynasty, the most famous talent in the capital that year, Wen Taowu strategy, Leng Jun and wise.

How many Beijing officials who have daughters aim to marry their daughters into the prime minister's mansion.

It's just that few people have seen Zuo Zihan. Zuo Zihan is very busy, either studying, practicing martial arts, or on the way to study and practice martial arts.

Tanhualang naturally had never seen Zuo Zihan, and when Zuo Zihan, who was known as Dugu, appeared in Tanhualang's small courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing, Tanhualang thought he was just an ordinary child.

Dugu's love and talent for farming shocked Tanhualang.

Tanhualang poured out his money to teach, and the son was like a bee collecting honey, remembering every word in his heart, and quickly drew inferences.

Their little experimental field, thriving, was more than a point or two prettier than the crops of the old farmer next to them.

How sunny the boy is in the field, how melancholy he is when he leaves the crops. He didn't say it, and Tanhualang didn't want to ask, but he worked harder on teaching.

One day, Childe ran back to the courtyard and shouted, "Master, Master, I have a friend." ”

The joy in his eyes made Tanhualang couldn't help but feel distressed.

Behind the son, a family of three followed, An Gongzi, who was as gentle as jade, Mrs. An, who was dignified and generous, and a little doll carved in pink and jade.

After the introduction, it was revealed that the little doll was not their child, but their nephew.

Dugu Jue and An Gongzi soaked in the field all day long to study crop growth, and Gongzi's smile in the sun was clean and beautiful.

It's just that this beauty is too fragile.

Dugu Jue stayed in the suburbs of Beijing for three months, An Gongzi came for a month, An Gongzi wanted to go to the city for a walk, Dugu Jue was naturally obliged to do his best to be a landlord.

This time, the four of them never returned.

Tanhualang didn't take it to heart, and it was a good thing for young people to wander around.

Soon after, Tanhualang received a letter from Dugujue, asking him to help him go south to find someone, in which he painted a jade pendant pattern of the Annan royal family and told him to stay away from the capital.

In that letter, Tanhualang learned that the young man was the son of Zuo Xiang, Gongzi An was the idle king of Annan, Mrs. An was the idle princess, and the little doll was the prince of Annan.

Zuo Zihan only has a heart for farming, but Zuo Xiang can't tolerate a rebel in his family who only thinks about farming.

The Ministry of Officials, the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of Punishment can go anywhere, but the Ministry of Households, the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Industry don't even think about it.

In order to let the rebel son know that he was powerful, Zuo Xiang threatened Zuo Zihan with An Gongzi's life when he didn't know that An Gongzi was the idle king of Annan.

At that time, Zuo Zihan had been grounded at home, and the little guy next to him risked death to send this letter.

In the name of inspecting farmland, Tanhualang went all the way south, and at first there was news of Xianwang, all the way to Leyang, and then the clue was broken.

There was not much time left for the emperor, so he hurried back to the capital.

As soon as I entered the city gate, I heard a thunderbolt news on a sunny day: Zuo Zihan eloped with a peasant girl.

How many first-class officials begged to marry Zuo Xiang, but Zuo Xiang didn't care, his son was going to marry a princess and be a concubine.

Now not only has he eloped, but he is also with a peasant girl.

Zuo Xiang's face was trampled under the feet of people from all over the capital overnight.

Tanhualang knows that it is not good, he is a small household official, and he has not yet established a firm foothold in the capital, how can he help this kid in such a big disaster?

Tanhualang arrived home, and as soon as he opened the door, he ran into the courtyard alone.

turned around and covered Tanhualang's mouth.

Seeing that it was the little guy who delivered the letter last time, Tanhualang closed the door and brought him into the house.

As soon as the little girl entered the house, he collapsed, and with the last of his strength, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Tanhualang.

There was only one word on the letter: "Run". The handwriting is sloppy, and it was written in a hurry.

The little guy left a sentence, "Don't worry about the son, he's fine, the adults run away." He swallowed.

Tanhualang examined the little guy's body, and he was covered in bruises.

I don't know how long he waited for him here, or how he waited for him with a lot of pain.

Tanhualang buried the little guy in the backyard, wrote his resignation overnight, and degraded himself to his official position on the grounds that the floods in the south of the Yangtze River damaged the fields and that it was more suitable for him, and went to Leyang to become a small magistrate.

After that, I heard Dugujue's name ringing in Jiangnan intermittently.

Tanhualang had mixed feelings in his heart, and he was glad that the child was still alive; The worry is that the child has gone astray; Annoyed that he didn't look at himself once.

Zihan, Zihan, Zibu Jinghan, what a good name, it's a pity.