Chapter 2590

More than a month later, the weather began to cool down. Leaves are scattered in Fuzhou City and countless temples.

A monk stood outside the temple and said respectfully, "Lord Yan, slow down."

An official in his thirties turned back and arched his hands and said, "master, stay. I'll come back next month."

The monk nodded slightly and watched the man down the mountain.

"Elder martial brother, Yan Chunhui hasn't made any progress for many years. We don't need to supply him?"

A monk asked unconvinced in the back.

The monk said with a low smile: "Yan Dajian is the left waiter of the Ministry of rites in the capital. If he doesn't do well, he is the Minister of rites. Yan Chunhui can't enter inch, but it's a taboo. As long as Yan Dajian goes up, Yan Chunhui will be free."

"Then he will be prosperous in the future?"

"That's right, young Junyan! It's a good story about two slaughter assistants in the future."

Yan Chunhui also felt that he was a young Junyan. As long as his father was successfully promoted to Shangshu, he was the son of the top dignitaries of the Ming Dynasty. In the Song Dynasty, it was the Yamen.

His appearance is gentle and elegant. Some people say he came out of a mold with his father Yan Dajian.

The mountain road is not rugged. Yan Chunhui walks quietly and even avoids the elderly. Please go first.

The front is a gentle slope. The boy who followed Yan Chunhui said, "young master, I haven't believed it yet."

Yan Chunhui smiled, looked at a man coming in front and said, "what's the hurry? Many things are like cooking soup. It's not good to drink soup before the time comes!"

The young man smiled and said, "anyway, the young one must be the people of the Zafu family."

Yan Chunhui shook his head, smiled and scolded, "nonsense! Don't talk nonsense in the future."

The man coming heard this and his face flashed with fear.

The young man said proudly, "young master, how dare these people talk nonsense, otherwise they will turn back and kill him."

At this time, the man slowly looked up at Yan Chunhui, his eyes suddenly narrowed and asked, "but Lord Yan?"

Yan Chunhui subconsciously said, "it's my official."

The man smiled and said, "Yan Chunhui?"

"Bold!"

The boy punched him, and the man's right hand moved behind him. There was more blood on the boy's neck, and then the blood flew away.

Yan Chunhui was frightened by the sudden accident and stumbled back.

"Kill! Help!"

The man hurried over, grabbed Yan Chunhui's back collar, and then pulled him around.

"Don't kill me. I have money. I'll give you as much as you want..."

The man grabbed his front with one hand. At the moment, three pilgrims came down the mountain, screamed, turned and ran.

The man whispered, "settled down eleven years ago... Yan Chunhui, someone wants you to atone!"

The surname an was rare, so Yan Chunhui couldn't help but see the girl in his mind.

The short knife ran across his neck, and the blood rushed, and the man jumped down from the side.

When the people above saw that the murderer had left, those who knew Yan Chunhui ran down quickly.

"Lord Yan!"

Yan Chunhui's mouth moved a few times, and blood foam kept pouring out of his mouth.

"He's smiling bitterly!"

Someone shouted, and everyone looked like a bitter smile.

……

"What are you laughing at?"

Leaves fell everywhere in the abandoned yard. An autumn rain in the morning made everyone put on heavy clothes.

Feng Lin's new cotton padded jacket was a little tight. His hands couldn't reach his side and opened slightly. It was like

He dared not say, but he couldn't help laughing.

"I... I may have to go to the western expedition."

Tudou's smile gradually became bitter. He didn't know whether he and Feng Lin had a future, and whether he could come back safely

The atmosphere became dignified at once.

Feng Lin stood in front and pressed his hands hard, so that he could put it on his side.

She looked at the potato and said, "I've heard that the central government is going to the western expedition, and many people are going. It's said that someone is provoking Daming in a very far place... You... You go, you will come back safely."

At this time, the Daming was not the Daming with the erosion of the army in the middle and late period, and the people regarded war as a time of fear.

There is encouragement and some faint hints in this remark.

Potatoes take a step closer. He was half a head taller than Feng Lin, slightly lowered his head, and his eyes were right.

"Don't worry, just wait for me to come back."

The boy's blood surged. At the moment, even if there was a fierce tiger, he dared to rush over with his bare hands.

Feng Lin blushed on his face, then lowered his head, "you... What's it to me if you come back?"

The potato blushed and said, "I... I'll come back..."

Just what?

Feng Lin boldly looked up at the potatoes.

Potato felt the air became very thick and trapped himself firmly in the middle, unable to move at all.

They have an affair!

Fornication!

Outside the door, Yang covered his mouth and ran away.

The last time Tudou beat her big brother, she always remembered this revenge, but Tudou seldom came, so she couldn't find a chance.

Now the opportunity is coming. Just go home and call your mother-in-law. The boy won't want to come back to Feng's house in the future.

She hurried home, but met a man outside the gate.

Behind the man was two people, who looked like servants, but had a frightening smell.

The man was just knocking at the door. Yang didn't know them, so he asked, "who are you looking for?"

The man looked at her, nodded slightly and said, "I have something to do with Mr. Feng."

There was no emotion at this glance, but Yang still felt his heart beating and afraid.

With a squeak, the courtyard door was opened.

Zhao opened the door. She saw Yang first, and then looked at the three men.

"But Mrs. Feng?"

The man smiled and arched his hands.

"Yes, you are..."

The man smiled and said, "wake up below. Please see your husband and wife."

"Fang Xing?"

Zhao was at a loss, but said politely, "please come in."

Yang is also a little puzzled. When did he have such an old friend at home?

Neither woman associated the name with the murderer, and then entered the house.

After Feng Youwei came out, they met formally.

"Fang Xing?"

Feng Youwei's eyelids trembled for a moment, and then looked at Fang awake. Xin Laoqi, who was carrying a gift behind him, only felt his legs tremble.

"You... Are you xinghebo?"

Fang woke up and said, "it's Fang."

Zhao was startled, and Yang was unbearable. He was directly calculating when the Feng family had a relationship with Fang Xing.

Others are afraid of Fang Xing. That's the gentry. The Feng family is just a poor family. What are you afraid of?

Feng Youwei thought of Chen Zhong. He said warily, "what do you mean by coming here?"

Zhao was also a little afraid. When he saw his son coming out of the study, he waved him back.

But Feng Xiang was not a coward. He came to the ceremony and said, "Xinghe Bo came here. The Feng family is magnificent. It's just a small family of the Feng family..."

The family did not treat Fang Xing as a guest at all except the Yang family.

This is a god of plague!

Chen Zhong almost destroyed the Feng family and made the family stay away from dignitaries.

Fang Xing didn't expect that the Feng family would have this attitude.

He arched his hands and said, "Fang came for the dog."

In an instant, Feng Youwei's face turned red, and then hissed, "little girl, don't marry!"

Zhao turned around and looked outside, but saw Feng Lin standing outside in a daze.

Fang Xing said awkwardly, "the dog is not a dandy."

With the rank of Fang family and the title inherited by Tudou in the future

Yang Shi felt that a breath of Qi blocked her chest and made her stuffy and flustered.

As we all know, the three sons of the Fang family can only meet Feng Lin's eldest son, that is, the future Xinghe bofanghan

"Fang Han..."

Yang's chest was suddenly not stuffy, but he retched.

At this moment, she wanted to spit blood, but she couldn't spit it out.

Feng Xiang didn't know about it. He said happily, "I'll invite a doctor."

Yang married and never got pregnant. Therefore, Feng Xiang inquired about a lot of relevant knowledge. Vomiting is one of them.

But Feng Youwei is dull.

"Which Fang Han?"