Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince: Four hundred and nineteen intrigues

"Ding dong dong dong...", the tune was still playing intermittently, playing very seriously, although... it was a bit ugly, and the low voice was quite hoarse: "Canghai laughs, surging across the bank The tide, the ups and downs follow the waves to remember the present...".

Feng Lei sat cross-legged next to him, on his knees, looking at the fingers that were twirling, his eyebrows and eyelids jumped together.

Yang Ling pushed the door and walked in, smiling and saying: "Okay, don't play anymore."

The soldier who played the piano immediately stopped his hands, raised his head, spread his hands, his fingers dripping with blood, and said pitifully: "Master, you can't make a piano under the label, and your fingers are broken."

This soldier is a musical instrument player in the army. He is called Huang Xiaobo, who is responsible for beating war drums and passing military orders in battle. Yang Ling couldn’t help being taken aback when he saw the **** fingers. When Dingqing struck it, he saw that only **** were cut by the strings. Because he didn’t dare to stop without his own command, the blood couldn’t stop, so he stopped the others. The fingers were stained with blood.

Yang Ling quickly took out the Fangpa and said, "How could this happen? Hurry, hurry, and bandage it. It was hard to find this piano. The strings are a bit astringent, uh... you didn't wear finger cots?"

Feng Lei rolled his eyes, a cold light flashed in his palm, and brushed the floor. The light and fluttering handkerchief held in the palm of Yang Ling was cut in half by him. Yang Ling was taken aback again, and he couldn't help but praised: "So fast The knife!"

Feng Lei snorted disdainfully, and arrogantly returned the knife to the sheath. Huang Xiaobo took the two handkerchiefs and wrapped the two scratched fingers indiscriminately. Then he said: "There is no finger cot under the label. Didn’t you tell the sound to be louder, or at least to reach the front yard? If you are not good at piano skills, the strings are astringent. If you fiddle with hard, it hurts your hands. But this song sounds extremely mighty Well, Lord Guo, what is the name of this song you sing?"

"Ah! This song is called..."Laugh from the Sea"".

"Good tune, the melody sung by the Lord of the Kingdom casually, not only has a good song, but also a good name. When you go back under the label, you must compose this tune and pass it on to future generations. This is the **** of Lord Weiguo. What's coming?" Huang Xiaowei said with joy.

Yang Ling chuckled and said, "Go down first, and go to Father Miao to receive ten taels of silver. This country's father is doing an important military matter, lest the news leak. You don't have to go back to the camp. I stayed in the inner courtyard, just to recover from the injury. What happened today, even in the backyard of the official, is not allowed to confide to anyone, otherwise the military law will be engaged."

Huang Xiaowei didn’t know what Yang Ling asked him to do to play music, but seeing Yang Ling’s seriousness, he couldn’t help feeling nervous and anxious hurriedly said: "Don’t worry, the grandfather of the country, today’s things are just rotten in the stomach. It will never be known".

Yang Ling nodded in satisfaction and said: "Go down."

The door of the "cha" door closed, Feng Lei raised his eyebrows and said: "You already know that the man is the Maitreya leader. Why don't you use soldiers to catch him?"

Yang Ling smiled and said: "The officialdom has officialdom rules, which are different from the green forest. Besides, it is good to be happy and enmity, but you have to remember that the snake will never die and the troubles are endless. The white lotus religion has been passed down for hundreds of years. There are so many chiefs in each generation, but has this sect collapsed from then on?

It has a huge sect with hundreds of years of inheritance. It has a complete internal system. It kills a leader. They die for a while, and they will choose a new leader. If you want to do it, you have to find out his details and do it. He was badly injured. I talked about this in detail with Ying'er. "

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Regarding the relationship between Li Fuda and King Jin and Guo Xun, the Marquis of Wuding, as well as the possible placement of many cronies in the army, Yang Ling did not want him to know, so he only said that he would lead the snake out of the hole and catch it all at once. However, he was negligent and called out After hearing the name of Cui Ying'er's boudoir, Feng Lei couldn't help but stunned, and said: "Ying'er?"

Actually, although the girl’s boudoir name has always been secretive, the red lady and the green forest are so coy. Many people know her boudoir name, especially the old guys from Cui’s Laozhai called Ying'er Ying'er all day long. , Even if others don’t want to know. Except for several uncles of Red Lady, no one dared to call her so affectionately.

Feng Lei heard that Yang Ling called Miss Cui this way, a strange feeling immediately rose in his heart, and he was a little flustered. Yang Ling knew that he had made a mistake, and thought he didn't know the name of Cui Ying'er, so he hesitated and said frankly: "Oh, I'm talking about the red lady Cui".

Feng Lei stammered: "You...you call Miss Cui Ying'er?"

Yang Ling really appreciates the talents of this member of the team. People who can fight with Wu Hanchao fully and undefeated, should be regarded as first-class masters. After Ying'er has such a master's support, it will be more safe. So he was very polite to Feng Lei.

Now that he has said that he has missed his mouth, instead of covering up and making people suspicious, it is better to admit it openly. Moreover, if you let him know the relationship between himself and Ying'er, he will definitely believe in his sincerity in recruiting security and maintaining their sincerity. The court is acting, so Yang Ling replied calmly: "Well. This is a long story. I met Ying'er. It was a lot of twists and turns. Some internal information is not convenient for you to know, but I can tell you that now, Ying'er is my woman. !"

Feng Lei sounded like five thunders, and his whole person was numb. Standing there, he couldn't say a word. It’s not surprising that Yang Ling saw him astonished. He and Ying'er are both an officer and a bandit. It’s always a hostile relationship to entangle him for so long. A few days ago, he led the soldiers to kill him. Now, whoever listens to her relationship with himself I'm afraid I will be shocked.

He smiled, and said to Feng Lei: "I'll go to see Father Miao, and I'll accompany you out of the camp and take you back to the mountain", Yang Ling folded and walked out of the house, turned to another room, Feng Lei was lost , The heart is raging, and I can't calm down there for a long time.

In that room, Duke Miao gave a fair explanation to a soldier in front of him with his hands on his back: "Our family has served two generations of emperors. The emperor knows every move and every smile. You can rest assured to do as our family orders. You must be dressed like this. Of course, this dragon robe cannot be worn for you, nor does it look like the emperor. The emperor’s style is not in the clothes, you have to...".

He just said that, Yang Ling opened the door and walked in. The soldier turned his head to see, and hurriedly clasped his fists to make a military salute: "I have seen the Lord of the Kingdom".

"Look at, look at the things that are not promising, remember, from now on, you have to treat yourself as the emperor, and when the door is moving, you have to wait for someone to turn around and kowtow to you. This is called style, and you have to be calm. Also, sitting, standing, walking, walking, a look in the eyes, a smile, all have a lot of knowledge."

Instructor Miao was very dissatisfied, and trained the little soldier to droop his head and dare not sigh. This person is about seventeen or eighteen years old. He has a handsome face and a handsome face. He is six to seven points similar to the Zhengde Emperor. Li Fuda had only seen the emperor from afar, and coupled with the psychological hints he had given him as a series of previous actions, he had to train well, and this person should be able to hide from him.

Yang Ling smiled, and said, "Don’t be too harsh, because it will scare him even more. But you should experience what Miao said, remember, keep telling yourself, I... The emperor, the emperor is the only one in the world, and the emperor is the only one who is the only one in the world. The emperor walks, sees people, and speaks very different from ordinary people. How can you be like you who cringe?"

Yang Ling said again: "You are going to pretend to be the emperor, and the emperor pretends to be an ordinary captain in the army. Father Miao and I, as well as the surrounding guards, will respect you and deliberately disagree, so as not to It makes people suspicious. And you, originally a captain, don’t have to worry about dressing up, just behave carefully.

Remember, even if there are thousands of troops around to support you, you have to think that there is no one in your heart. Even if Father Miao and I stand in front of you, we have to be peaceful and not a little awed. meaning. You have to keep in mind: You are the tallest and you are the largest. Only others bow their heads to you. There is no possibility of your waist being bent down, understand? "

The soldier blushed and answered again and again, Yang Ling said again: "Daddy Miao hurry up and train, I will send Feng Lei. Don't be too nervous to tell him, I won't let them meet directly, at most People took a look from a distance, hehe, the protagonist of the play must be your father-in-law."

Miao Kui chuckled, agreed, walked over, bent her waist, and put a flattering smile on her face, holding on to the flattered captain's arm, and walking along the small trail: "My lord, you slow down For a moment, the servant girl poured tea to the emperor."

Yang Ling smiled, turned around and walked out of the room, and heard an angry roar inside: "You are a donkey nursery? Ah! How can you drink up with one bite, and slap your mouth, look at your stink Sex, stand up for our family and do it again!"

"Your Majesty, wait a little longer, and the servant will give you...".

Yang Ling listened carefully, smiled bitterly, and walked away...

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Qiu Yipin sat down in his room with panting, and looked around, seeming to be satisfied with the environment. The chef at Command Luo’s mansion respectfully poured him a cup of tea, and Qiu Yipin drank it in one gulp and waved it. He waved the chubby bear's paw and said, "Go, go to the kitchen first."

The chef laughed with him: "Hey, Master Qiu, don't you take a break first?"

Qiu Yipin stared: "When you get to the kitchen, you will be resting. Can you get familiar with your own site first? Stop talking nonsense, and lead the way."

Qiu Yipin followed the chef to the inner room, and saw that the place was clean and tidy. He was well prepared for all kinds of housework. He carried his hands on his back, nodded in satisfaction, and suddenly looked around. Asked: "Well, where's my knife case? That important thing, where did this go to me?" [Heaven’s Kiss Hand Beat]

Several apprentices and young guys looked at each other, and someone asked: "I said you didn't take it?"

"Didn't I carry the material box? I thought you were carrying it."

Qiu Yipin was annoyed and shouted: "Don't be poor, old Chengtou, go to the car and look for it, then take my knife case back."

A sturdy, simple-looking half-hundred old man hurriedly responded and hurried out. The old man still collected it on the road. He was an old man who fled from famine. Qiu Yipin sent him compassion for a while, and asked him to get in the car and ride him.

The two people chatted in the car for a while. I heard that he came to Jingjingyi to cook for the grandfather of Weiguo from Jingli. The old man immediately flattered him and smiled with compliments. The old man took advantage of the situation and asked him to be a man who chopped wood and burned fire. Master Qiu also He graciously agreed. Of course, in addition to compassion, the most important thing is that this old man does not need to pay.

Old man Cheng ran out of the front yard in a hurry, and drove over on the donkey cart that was parked on the side of the road. He just found the Qiu Yipindi Kitchen Knife Box, and dozens of people came out of the yard, everyone led With a war horse, a thousand households who had just stepped into the gate said loudly: "Master Guo, are you going to go out?"

Immediately, a clear voice said: "Oh, go out of town to ride a horse and relax."

The old man Cheng just got out of the car with the knife case in his arms, and when he heard this, he turned around and put the knife case on the car to pretend to be tidying up, but his ears were erected, and he kept paying attention to the movements of Yang Ling and others.

Yang Ling led the horse, stood among the guards, and talked to Feng Lei in a low voice while walking. He did not explain how he met and fell in love with the Red Lady, because many of these things are not for outsiders, and once they are detailed, they will inevitably mention Yang Hu's murder of the righteous brother. Yang Hu is dead, and any sins will be buried with him in the loess. At this time, it would be kind to talk about it.

While asking about the situation in the mountains for the past two days, he explained his arrangements to him. Feng Lei’s face was calm, but his heart was surging like a huge wave. The words of Yang Ling sounded like he himself. do not know.

Years of unrequited love is nothing, it has been silently backlogged in his heart, precipitation, accumulation, perhaps buried so deeply for a lifetime. But when she met the Red Lady again and fought side by side, and heard about her rift with Yang Hu, until Yang Hu died, the desire to suppress it with reason quickly fermented and swelled.

Looking around the white-clothed army, he is the only person who matches the red lady. Feng Lei thought that sooner or later he would be able to hold a beautiful woman. I don’t know how long this dream has been. Who would have thought it would come out of thin air? A Yang Ling?

Yang Ling's appearance, life experience, official position, and status are far beyond his reach. What does he use to compete with others? Feng Lei's heart was like fried, envy, pain, and disappointment were intertwined, and the five flavors were mixed, and the bitterness was indescribable.

The two of them had their own thoughts, talking while walking, not paying attention to the one person churning in the car on the roadside. Seeing that Mr. Wei Guo walked past surrounded by a group of soldiers, the old man Cheng glanced at the left and right, quietly opened the lid of the box, drew out a bright bull-eared knife and concealed it in the sleeve, and then turned the box to the car. A plug inside followed casually.

Out of the barracks, Yang Ling and others turned on their horses and slowly sprinted along the forest road. Old man Cheng stroked around, clutching his stomach as if looking for a place to relieve his hands, and then walked to a poplar forest next to him. Going into the woods, avoiding the gaze of the soldiers at the sentry, he immediately walked fast, plunged straight into the dense forest, and took a short cut to the front of the winding road.

The road in the forest is narrow, and the guards lined up into a Great Wall. There are only three horses in parallel. Yang Ling and Feng Lei go side by side. Somehow, Feng Lei, who is confused, suddenly flashed a trace of evil thoughts in his heart. He held the steel knife at his waist: "

As long as you raise your hand with a knife, Yang Ling will have a different place. There are only less than 20 guards behind. No one is my opponent. If you kill all of them and plant on Li Fuda, no one will doubt me. The court still needs us to work for it, and we can still go out. Even if Ying'er is sad, it will be indifferent after one or two years. If I ask her for a kiss at that time... I will definitely succeed, one cut! I only need a knife! "

Feng Lei has no calculations for killing people, no regrets when the knife is out, and it has never been so difficult, but now I am constantly urging myself to draw the knife, but the knife is firmly embedded in the sheath like it is filled with lead. Pull out one point.

The horseshoes stepped on, and his heart was like the chaotic horseshoes, and it was hard to calm down anymore. There is no one to trim the trees in the forest, and there are often branches sticking out. Yang Ling no longer talks, looking ahead intently, slalom, relaxing, and never noticed that Feng Lei next to him was killing him. .

Feng Lei's heart is fighting and struggling with heaven and man: Is it to remove the rivals with his conscience, or to give up the easy-to-reach beauty? This choice is so difficult.

The forest on the left side of the front is getting thinner, a small river, gurgling water, weeds and vines set up a green barrier as high as one person, and the right side has been tilted upwards and stretched to a mountain. As soon as the trees are thin, a cool breeze rises. Despite the wind and wind in the forest, Feng Lei's forehead was still sweating nervously.

He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and was undecided in his heart. With a loud shout from the tree by the roadside, a figure suddenly leapt down like a vulture. He has been practising martial arts for many years, and alertness has become a habit. Drink, the long knife in the palm that has not been drawn out after a long time of difficulty has choked into the palm of the palm, like a plume of autumn water across the sky.

He raised his head sharply and saw a man with a blue turban mask, holding a bull-eared knife, avoiding the six guards who opened the road in front, and stabbing like a Yang Ling arrow. That skill is unusually vigorous, he is obviously a very high martial arts practitioner, such a fast body, such a sudden attack, this knife goes down, Yang Ling has no physiology.

Xumi's world, hidden in mustard seeds; Lingtai inch heart, a hundred years. The moment of horror, the only thing that can get past that sharp knife is probably only the human heart. The knife in Feng Lei's hand was about to slash like lightning, but suddenly stopped.

The man is determined to win Yang Ling, and his body projection is extremely fast, and he does not seem to have expected such a master with a knife among the guards. He is in the air and cannot change his body. As long as Feng Lei is shot, he will Can cut him in two to replace Yang Ling.

However, Feng Lei tightened the long knife, and the strong muscles on his arm became tense like a dragon. Suddenly a relieved thought flashed in his heart: I can't kill him, so I will be uneasy facing the eldest lady for the rest of my life, and I am sorry for the conscience of heaven and earth ghosts and gods, but can I not save him? Only one minute slower, I'm'surprised by surprise', just one minute slower...

Feng Lei’s heart touched his throat. He watched Yang Ling, who was shocked, raised his head in surprise, exposing his throat in front of the pierced bull-ear sharp knife; watching the six guards in front of Wen Shengle Ma turned his head, furious and cursed for a while, drew his knife and counterattacked; seeing that the masked man in Tsing Yi with the knife pounced on Yang Ling without hesitation, he would rush to cut Yang Ling's throat coldly even if his heart was filled with arrows. .

Everything is between the electric light and flint, but in Feng Lei’s eyes, everything seems so slow. He can see the cold light of the sun on the assassin’s blade, and the wind passing by. With the slight swing of the masked man's clothes, you can see the dust rolled up at the feet of the guards who grabbed the horse and swooped in with a knife, and you can see the lines on Yang Ling's face that were twisted by the muscles of horror.

The cold light is rustling, pointing directly to the throat, and the blood splashes for five steps, just in the short time.

Like a ghost, Feng Lei's knife carried a wind and thunder, and suddenly he shot.

With a stab, he cut off the last trace of his delusion.

The knife was too late to stab the assassin, and went straight to the short knife. With a sound of "knock", the knife flew without a glimmer of cold light, and the assassin was shaken upside down in the air. After landing, he staggered two steps back, and said in shock: "Feng Lei? You descended to the court?!"

Feng Lei stared in amazement, staring at those familiar eyes, and listening to his voice, he also called out strangely: "Uncle Cheng, are you still alive?"

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"Assassination?"

Li Fuda shook his head and resolutely said: "Nothing is possible!"

He thought for a while and said: "The guards at Jingjingyi were originally very strict. If the emperor were really here, the internal defense would have been tighter. It would be easier to get out of the inside, but it would be difficult for the assassins to get in. The imperial mission was surrounded by Yang Ling's three thousand iron guards."

"So, can we just sit back and watch this good opportunity slip away from us?"

Jiangnan Goose is a little restless: "Master, you often say that you must know how to spot and seize opportunities. This is the best opportunity. If the emperor is assassinated, Yang Ling will be finished. The emperor has no heir, and the kings of all quarters will definitely look at it. Delay.

At this moment, King Ning will rise in the south, and our Xiangjun will respond to it in the north, and the world will be at your fingertips. The opportunity cannot be missed, the time will never come again, the leader, must seize this opportunity".

"Come slowly, keep your breath, hehehe", Li Fuda said calmly, but the hand that was pouring the tea was shaking, so that the tea shook slightly, and a small tea cup was almost spilled.

"First of all, we have to figure out whether the emperor really used the old tricks to enter the army to play on the battlefield. If the emperor is here, there must be many clues to be found. But without conclusive evidence, we must never Do it easily, this is a major event where success will lead to the country, and failure will lead to death."

Speaking of this, Li Fuda's mood gradually stabilized, and continued: "Use the method of assassination unless he is willing to come out, but after the lessons of Mount Baideng, Yang Ling bears a heavy responsibility and categorically does not dare to do so. I did not dare to do so. Now recalling what Yang Ling said today, he said that he wanted to capture the leader of the white-clothed bandit alive and hold a celebration banquet for us to ask the emperor for credit. This is questionable.

If the emperor is in the army, it sounds logical. But we can't wait until then to do it again. If you and my martial arts burst into trouble, you can kill the emperor at the banquet, but we can't get out of it. If we want to kill the emperor, we can retreat. Only mobilize our troops to make a mutiny before the battle! "

Jiangnan Yan said moved: "If this is the case, our power is equivalent to being exposed to them. If we do not succeed, will we lose all the games? If we succeed, it will inevitably become a target. Without King Ning's timely response, we only rely on ours. People and horses, perhaps retreating into the Taihang Mountains can still preserve their strength, how can we do it if we want to take the world?"

Li Fuda's gaze flickered almost crazy, and he slowly said: "Those who make big things must not only judge the situation, but also have the courage to make decisions. Of course, I have to figure out whether the emperor is really in the army before I can decide how big it is. The bet. If it is true, as long as you kill him, the overall situation will be settled. It is as quiet as a virgin and moving like a rabbit. How can this chance of winning be let go?"

When he said this, he was silent for a while, holding the teacup for a while, and Li Fuda slowly said: "My plan is to find out if the emperor is in the army first. If he isn't, everything will stop. We continue to conceal and wait for a better chance to start. If the little emperor is in the Yang Ling hall, then...".

He stretched out a finger and said: "First, mobilize all our strengths and give your full blow. We seek wealth and danger. Although I have always been cautious in doing things, I must go all out when I really decide the outcome. There is no retreat, and you have to be willing to pay for the capital."

"Secondly, before the operation, send someone to Jiangnan and notify King Ning to raise troops immediately. As long as we start here, no matter whether it succeeds or not, we will have no retreat. It is impossible to continue to hide. It must be responded by King Ning.

If we succeed, the capital is in chaos, and the dragons have no leader, then there will not be many soldiers and horses willing to encircle and suppress us. When Yan Wang Jing was in trouble, they knew how miserable the ministers who stood in the wrong team died. The children were slaves, the wives and daughters were prostitutes, and they could not turn over for life. They would not ignore such terrible consequences.

To be a loyal minister, as long as you would rather die than surrender. It is difficult to be a loyal officer. Who in the army has no parents, wives and children? The emperor is dead and has no heirs. Who doesn't want to leave a way for himself, who is willing to follow him? At that time, the whole world would wait and see whether the King Ning would succeed. There would never be too many people loyal to a dead emperor.

So, the best situation is that we can get rid of Zhengde, so we only need to hold on for a period of time. As soon as the news of King Ning's uprising enters Beijing, we can immediately reverse the situation and turn the defense into the offense. The great cause is just around the corner.

The second situation is that we failed to kill Zhengde, so we had to retreat into the mountain, wait for King Ning to send troops, and then the north and the south responded and conspired together. In that case, a tough battle is about to be fought, and victory or defeat is hard to predict. Once we fail, we have to hide the last name and start from scratch. There are dangers and great efforts, but such opportunities are rare.

"So, I must first find out whether the emperor is there or not?" Li Fuda clenched his fist and punched the table lightly.

"Send someone to Beijing to investigate?" Jiangnan Yan asked.

"It's too late. It takes more than ten days to ride on the road. When the news from Beijing is sent back, I am afraid that the war has already ended and we have been sent back to Taiyuan."

His mention of the bandit in white, Jiangnan Yan suddenly remembered the proposal to Li Fuda that day, and couldn’t help saying: "Master, on the mountain that day, his subordinates suggested to you to accept the Red Lady for his own use. The imperial court was suspicious and abandoned all previous efforts and refused to allow it.

The so-called now and then, now it’s time to see the poor, as long as the emperor is here, then whether we succeed or fail, recruiting the five thousand battle-tested cavalry of the Red Lady will greatly enhance our Strength".

"Wait! White-clothed army!" Li Fuda's right hand eats **** up and down like a sword, and suddenly stops the Jiangnan geese with a wave. He raises his hand in the air, as if thinking of something, after a long time, he suddenly laughed. : "Red Lady! Yes, why did I forget that there is Red Lady available? Hahahaha".

Li Fuda said with excitement: "Take advantage of the momentum, and use the momentum! The Banzhou bandits can be used by me, the Tartar outside the customs can be used by me, the white army can be used by me, Jiangxi King Ning can be used by me, red Why can’t the lady? I, Li Fuda, are the best at taking advantage of the situation. I’ve always been like this. This time I thought I was going to fight on my own strength, but God sent me a red lady. She is now at the end of the road~ IndoMTL .com~ I have a blood feud with the court, which will definitely be used by me, hahaha".

He suddenly laughed, and slowly pressed his hands against the Jiangnan geese according to the case, and said flatly: "Nan Yan, you have been waiting for my news since you are looking after the headquarters. After I go back, I will take the'Jiaoweiqin' and'Meng Dejian'. As a gift of Yang Ling, I will tap the side to investigate the emperor's news. Only after being confirmed, I will go into the mountain to see the Red Lady."

"See the Red Lady? *Her men attacked the imperial staff?"

"The borrowed knife does not necessarily have to be used to kill, it may be for cooking."

Li Fuda smiled slyly, with a rare humor, and said: "I have a meticulous plan. As long as I confirm that Zhengde is in the middle of the line, then with the cooperation of the red lady, I will be 100% sure to put it. To death!"

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