Jianling

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Meng Xing and him looked at each other for a long time, feeling something was wrong, he hesitated and said again: "Lin'er, are you angry?"

Feng Lin glanced at him, her expression was calm as usual, and she said: "I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you, you go to rest."

As soon as Meng Xing heard his tone, he knew that sister Lin was probably angry again. The so-called emperor laid down millions of corpses when he was angry, but Meng Xing felt that his emperor brother had a much better temper than Feng Lin.

But of course he didn't need to rush to touch Feng Lin's bad luck, Meng Xing shrank his neck in feigned fear, and looked at his face anxiously: "Then I'm leaving, okay?"

Feng Lin didn't even lift her eyelids, she just fluttered her nostrils: "Mmm—" Then her lips parted, "Get lost."

Meng Xing grimaced in his heart, and went upstairs with a whisk in his hand.

Feng Lin stayed alone in the lobby, she finally let go of her guard, sat back on the chair irritably, raised her hand to press the center of her eyebrows, someone from outside the hall rushed in, looked around, half-kneeled on the ground, and walked towards Feng Lin. A ceremony: "My lord, there is news from Yundu... Master Bai Jian died."

Feng Lin breathed out exhaustedly, and asked, "Who are the top ten in Jianghu now?"

The man in black didn't pause for a moment, and recited it backwards: "Bi Wuxian's whereabouts are uncertain. The last time he was found was a week ago. Someone met him in Mingzhou. Wu Tiyue has been raising people to find people recently...but his subordinates have not found the missing person yet. Who is it, worthy of Wu Tiyue's posture."

Feng Lin snorted coldly: "It's just a waste that ran away."

The man in black responded respectfully, they were fighting on their own and only kept in touch with Feng Lin, so they would not let them know all the information, as long as they made sure that the part they reported was accurate.

"After the death of Lord White Sword...should I be on top?"

The man in black said: "Congratulations, my lord, you have already ranked among the top three."

Feng Lin frowned slightly when she heard the words, she didn't look happy at all, and asked again: "Is there any news about Yan Huansheng?"

"...The subordinates are incompetent, and Lord Zhanchun's whereabouts are still unknown."

"I don't blame you," Feng Lin narrowed her eyes, dipped her fingers in some tea, and casually drew the outlines of Yundu and Haizhou on the case, and then connected the two places, making a faint trace, "Cheng Zijian is doing things, He has always been safe, Yan Huansheng should have been fished out by him. Ameng escaped this catastrophe... Yun Duu has such a capable person, it must be Wen Meixun who made the move."

The man in black was stunned, and said in shame: "The subordinates have not found out the relationship between Mr. Nanke and Mingdingjian."

"They have nothing to do with each other." Feng Lin wiped off the tea marks with one hand, her eyes were gloomy, "Yan Huansheng, Cheng Zi met, met...Ameng, and Wen Meixun."

"Mingdingjian has two apprentices."

Feng Lin was silent for a moment, closed her eyes and said, "Shen Chongxuan, where are you now?"

The man in black heard Feng Lin's anger when he mentioned the name, and replied cautiously: "On the day he and Ding Ding Jian separated, we sent people to follow them all the way...but it seemed that he discovered it, and in the end we only knew that he entered beyond the boundary of Yangchuan."

After he finished speaking, he added as if he was repairing a dead sheep: "A few days ago, we also found out that the flower picker was also in Yangchuan."

Feng Lin turned her head, but her eyes were not as sinister as he remembered, but a kind of playfulness. The man in black felt even more frightened, and unconsciously fell on the ground, waiting for his punishment.

"So, you...were discovered by an unknown child?"

The man in black, Nuonuo, said tremblingly: "Yes... yes. But he is more vigilant than others, and his lightness kung fu is also very evil..."

Feng Lin nodded slowly, and asked with a smile: "He can find you, what about the others?"

The man in black was taken aback, and argued: "No, no, their whereabouts are more regular, which makes it easier for us to hide among ordinary people...but there is no trace of Zhong Xuan's movements at all."

Feng Lin tapped on the table slowly, barely believing it, and then the man in black boldly explained: "Moreover, my lord... Shen Zhongxuan's martial arts today are not what they used to be."

This was something Feng Lin had never expected. According to his impression of Shen Shenxuan, this child was only able to be valued by Meng Xing because of his extraordinary internal strength and his status as the son of Meng Yanhan. Xing Xiao and Tong Bei have traveled a thousand miles away, so they can only be regarded as above-average appearances. The phrase "this is not what it used to be" was used ambiguously, which made him a little uncertain about the depth of Zhong Xuan for a while.

Feng Lin frowned, and her fingers tapped on the table quickly: "If I want you to get rid of him..."

The man in black bowed his head and said: "We need to wait for him to leave the boundary of Yangchuan. If there are no flower pickers and drunken swords to intervene, five people are enough."

Feng Lin paused her fingers, and sneered: "17-year-old kid, you said you want five people?"

"...My lord, when he was at the Pichenmen, his subordinates were not allowed to rush in, but I have seen him go down the mountain several times, and each time the momentum was very different from the last time." The man in black was also very ashamed, hanging down The head said, "He is practicing Jianling Jianjue, and he has made rapid progress. Five people are already the best situation."

"He suffered such severe internal injuries from Shi Lian's beating. It's only been three years, so he must have never recovered."

"...Yes, if it has been cured, I am afraid that seven people will be needed."

Feng Lin raised her hand and smashed a tea set fiercely. The splashed tiles scratched the face of the man in black who was kneeling on the ground. Get rid of it as soon as possible.

Jianling, Jianling.

If he gets Jianling... what is the so-called top ten in the Jianghu?

After all, these deliberate plans are not as refreshing as reducing ten meetings with one force.

Feng Lin gasped for a few short breaths, her thoughts turned, but she made a decision in a moment, and said in a cold voice: "Call all the people who followed Shen Chongxuan back, and leave one to track down his approximate whereabouts... Also, Contact Futu Shilian and prepare to escort His Highness back to the palace."

The man in black was taken aback, his instinct of obedience made him not ask any further questions, he just bowed his head politely: "Yes."

"Besides, publicize the murder of the Shen family in the thirteen states... Remember to emphasize that the blood Guanyin Meng Yanhan was Shen Yunfu's wife and has been dead for many years." Feng Lin caressed the Changli sword Looking at the pattern on the sheath, her expression was as calm as ever, "Within half a month, I want everyone in the thirteen states to know that the Shen family was murdered by a family of Jianghu."

The back of the man in black shivered: "...Yes. But if this is the case, will the Drunken Sword..."

"Back off." Feng Lin waved her sleeves and stood up, her brows and eyes were as calm as usual, and there was even a faint smile on her lips, "He has no time to find his apprentice."

Yundu, late at night, heavy rain.

This is already the most suitable farewell for someone like Shen Zhongxuan who is beyond his control.

"The successor prepared a pen and paper in the study, and I'll go right away." Feng Lin brushed off the dust on her clothes, strode out of the lobby, and nodded slightly to the waiter waiting outside the door. The waiter gave a big salute, respectfully: " yes."

Chu Wanzhen had been idling in the room for three whole days. The heavy Xuan who usually bickered with her was missing, and Meng Xing's mood was not quite right. Her desperate confession that day was like a meat bun beating a dog. .

And Meng Xing locked himself in his room for the past few days, and no one dared to disturb him except Feng Lin.

But she couldn't complain about Meng Xing. Although she was very reluctant to admit it, the relationship between Meng Xing and Shen Chongxuan was indeed far deeper than she imagined.

Shen Zhongxuan, who clearly abides by etiquette, seems to be everywhere after he disappears. She misses him when no one wipes her sword, and misses him when her clothes are scratched. She and Meng Xing came to Haizhou all the way. Negotiations on who does the laundry have repeatedly failed.

She didn't want Meng Xing to work hard, and Meng Xing was also afraid of neglecting Princess Shunning. The two pushed each other, but in fact, they didn't really want to do laundry.

Moreover, for their expenses along the way, the two pampered sons and daughters didn't even know where the money was spent.

Chu Wan really thought that if Meng Xing was really accepted as a son-in-law in the future, then she would have to call Chong Xuan to be a housekeeper.

When Feng Lin knocked on the door, Chu Wanzhen was really struggling to recall the recent expenses. The pen in his hand was soaked with ink, but he couldn't draw a stroke for a long time.

"Your Highness, Feng Lin asks to see you."

Chu Wan really put down her pen in annoyance, straightened her clothes casually a few times, and said, "...Come in."

Feng Lin walked into the room, saluted her neither humble nor overbearing, with a faint smile: "Your Highness."

"What's the matter?" Chu Wanzhen sat behind the table, tilting her head in boredom, her eyelids slightly closed, extremely lazy.

Feng Lin said: "Your Highness, please forgive me for being reckless... to pass on His Majesty's oral instructions."

Chu Wanzhen's eyelids twitched, and she watched Feng Lin lift up her clothes, took out a blank scroll of imperial edict from her arms, held it in both hands, and presented it respectfully.

Chu Wanzhen's eyes moved slightly, and she slowly left the chair, walked up to Feng Lin, knelt down slowly, bowed her head and said, "Your servant obeys the order."

Feng Lin cupped her hands and saluted: "Your Majesty is seriously ill, please call Princess Shunning and Meng Xing to return to the palace immediately."

"...!" Chu Wanzhen didn't expect it, as if struck by lightning for a moment, unable to recover, he asked in a trembling voice, "Seriously ill? What's the matter? Where is the prince? ... Also, why do you want to see the master?" ?”

Feng Lin's complexion remained unchanged, and she only answered the last question: "The princess is suffering outside, and the drunken sword has meritorious service, and your Majesty will reward you."

Chu Wanzhen frowned, and asked again: "Why did the emperor get sick? Is it because he was worried about the border war? Could it be that the Anhui Dynasty didn't have any good generals to use?"

"...If you go back to Your Highness, I'm no more than a reckless man in the world, and I don't know anything about the temple."

Chu Wan really guessed and knew it was the reply, she believed in the oracle, got up immediately, and hurriedly said, "Where is Master? I'm going to see him in this hall."

Meng Xing consciously walked behind her, opened the door for her, and explained gently: "Ameng is next door to you."

As he spoke, he knocked on Meng Xing's door for her. After knocking four or five times, there was still no one in the room to answer.

Chu Wanzhen just heard the bad news. It was at a time when she was at a loss and found that Meng Xing hadn't responded for a long time. She wrung her fingers anxiously, wishing to kick open the closed door immediately.

Feng Lin also frowned slightly, and shouted: "Ameng, Your Highness wants to see you."

Finally, there was a response from the room, Meng Xing opened the door from the inside, and a strong smell of alcohol came to his face, Chu Wanzhen was blocked by Feng Lin, and unconsciously wrinkled his nose.

And Meng Xing leaned against the door frame, his eyes seemed to be clear and bright as usual, but the tips of his ears were extremely red, and his cheeks were thin, and he could vaguely catch a hint of drunkenness from it.

Feng Lin's eyes jumped over his shoulder, and she saw the pen and paper on the table, which was sketchily drawing the spheres of influence of the four great families and the geographical layout of the thirteen prefectures.

"What?" Meng Xing calmed down, as if those messy wine jars had nothing to do with him. Feng Lin knew that he was drinking well, and he didn't look drunk. Most likely he was really not drunk, so she raised her eyebrows and acted impartially. The appearance of the princess: "The sage ordered you to escort the princess back to the palace."

Meng Xing frowned indistinctly, and quickly covered up the displeasure in his eyes: "The poor have something to do."

"Master!" Chu Wanzhen hurried forward, with tears in his eyes, "Father said he was seriously ill, I, I don't know what to do."

Feng Lin also chimed in: "Chongqing Xuan is your apprentice, so isn't Your Highness? Ameng, what harm can it do if you just escort him?"

"Seriously ill?" Meng Xing frowned subconsciously. Wu Shengdi Chu Jingshen and he were brothers in the past. The emperor brother in his memory had always been good at literature and martial arts. It didn't look like he was in his prime. Seriously ill people, "Just oral instructions?"

Chu Wanzhen's eyes were dim with tears: "Father, there is no need to lie to me."

Meng Xing suddenly felt a headache. He had spent several days sorting out the entanglements between the aristocratic families, and he had vaguely felt that he had found some direction. He was about to clear the obstacles for Zhongxuan directly, so that Zhongxuan would not be by his side and would be in danger.

But at this time he was called to go to Huadu, Chu Jingshen should have guessed his identity long ago, so he would allow Chu Wanzhen to seek refuge with a Jianghu man.But why bother now?Didn't Chu Jingshen know that he was afraid of those people in the palace?

...or, seriously ill?

"...What happened to the court recently?"

Feng Lin changed her ignorant attitude in front of Chu Wanzhen, and said in a low voice: "The border war is tense, most likely it is to negotiate a peace."

"..." Meng Xing was a little at a loss for what to say. Although the memory of his early years has long been blurred, the outline of Chu Jingshen in his heart has always been stubborn. If he is asked to negotiate a peace, it is better to let him personally conquest and come out. The troubled times of the emperor guarding the gate of the country.

Chu Wanzhen was crying so hard that she could only drag Meng Xing's sleeve helplessly, sobbing, so pitiful.

Meng Xing was finally so quarreled by her that he couldn't do anything, and he was indeed worried about Chu Jingshen's body. Feng Lin saw his wavering, and hurriedly chased after him: "Go. If anything happens along the way, Your Highness will be much safer with you around. .”

Meng Xing sneered: "Why don't you give it away?"

"Your Majesty doesn't like my martial arts. If you give me the Jianling Jianjue to practice, maybe I can take your place."

Meng Xing ignored her, Feng Lin helplessly bowed to Chu Wanzhen: "Your Highness, you go back to your room first, I'll persuade him a few words."

Chu Wanzhen glanced at Meng Xing eagerly, but unfortunately her master's eccentricity has been too lazy to hide in the past few days. Although her eyes are full of guilt, she obviously hasn't changed her mind.

Chu Wanzhen had no choice but to leave first.

Meng Xing was waiting to hear what Feng Lin was farting, and he heard Feng Lin ask: "What is that drawing on that piece of paper?"

"Ok?"

Feng Lin chuckled softly, "Forget it, I figured it out. When you come back from the palace, I will accompany you to arrest the real culprit of the Shen family's murder."

Meng Xing suddenly heard about such an unexpected joy, his eyes lit up immediately, and he asked, "Really?"

"When have I lied to you?"

"You originally said that you would tell me when you found Feng Lang."

Feng Lin snorted disdainfully, and asked, "Did you catch him?"

Meng Xing: "..." But his mood has improved a lot, and he laughed and scolded, "Rogue. Very well, I will go this way, you wipe the sword, and wait to accompany the poor to take revenge. "

Feng Lin looked at his instantly radiant face, and felt helpless in her heart: "Then you should go and coax His Highness... The opportunity to face the saint is so rare, but you, Meng Xing, are so noble, and you have to carry a big sedan chair eight times." Come please."

Meng Xing gave him a wink, and said with a smile, "Lin'er, don't lie."

"..." Feng Lin was disgusted, and waved to him, "Hurry up and get away."

Meng Xing laughed and turned to the next door, and Feng Lin walked into the room, squinting her eyes at the handwriting on the paper.

It's a pity that Meng Xing was more cautious than he thought, or he had already been wary of him in his heart, and before he left, he deliberately knocked over the inkstone, and the ink was smeared, and he couldn't see anything at all.

But judging from the surviving dense handwriting, Feng Lin's expression was not at all relaxed.

Meng Xing obviously already has a lot of information.

...and most likely already on par with him.

Perhaps since he saw Yan Huansheng, their information has been unequal.

He hoped that Meng Xing was just a pure sword idiot, just like Xiao Tongbei, he could be an invincible magic weapon that would last forever.

...But Yan is still alive, are you really not afraid of death?

Feng Lin sighed softly, and looked at Feixia in the sky, the bright color was like the clothes of Jifeng's family that were burning like fireworks.

That's exactly what happened to the child back then, like a handful of flamboyant, blazing, and unquenchable fire, crashing into his not-so-capable arms, with a bright smile in his flickering eyes: "Brother Lin!"

Feng Lin looked back, and smiled back with anger and anger: "Why are you running in such a hurry?"

"...I'm afraid my brother won't want me anymore." Those were a pair of sad eyes, the young man hugged him loosely, whispering in his ear, "Don't be angry, brother, I won't be the head of the family, I will leave it to you. "

Feng Lin opened his hand and said indifferently, "Give it to me?"

As soon as the piano sounded, Yan Huansheng leaned over the table and looked at him, his eyes were crooked, but the joy did not reach his eyes at all: "The master's wish is the lifelong pursuit of the subordinates."

Feng Lin's ears moved slightly, and when she heard a movement behind her, he turned around and saw Shi Lian standing outside the room, with compassionate eyes, and bowed to him.

"Feng Shaoxia." Shi Lian warned in a low voice, "You seem to have deviated from the direction a little."

Feng Lin looked at him coldly, and said indifferently: "I haven't asked Zen Master why Yan is still alive and still remembers the old things."

Shi Lian proclaimed the Buddha's name, clasped her hands together: "Is this still important?——Feng Shaoxia, the night of the full moon is approaching, and Mr. Zhanchun will find out that your so-called 'one dream' cannot kill you at all."

"Are you saying he's going to betray me?"

"The poor monk thought, no." Shi Lian lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, "But he is different from you, the pampered and pampered Mr. Feng Lang, can he really endure the pain of Gu insects?"

Feng Lin closed her eyes and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, he asked for it."