Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince: Two hundred and twenty-one, if the heart is alive

This is the busiest street in the county, look! The wooden tower next to this alley was built in the last year of Song Dynasty, and it still stands here today. The handwork of this shop here is the best in the county. Most of the clothes and quilts in this government’s mansion are cut by them. Made, the store’s preserves... Oh! No door opened today".

Of course the door was not opened. For safety, Yang Ling checked the street all the way to the Tianfo Temple. The pedestrians on the street were all dressed up in factory guards. Naturally, they are not afraid of the emperor dressed in micro-clothes. Walking on the street, as for the small vendors on both sides, the shop has been opened for less than four years, and there are no wives, children, and children at home. They all paid compensation and went out of business. The owner of the preserved fruit shop is a foreigner and has just been here less than two years , Was cleared out early.

Master Hua continued to recruit with joy, as if he was not talking about a small county town, but the capital of the capital, and his bones seemed to have become lighter, only the sound was outrageous, mainly to say For Zhengde behind.

Yang Ling, Zhang Yong, Miao Kui, and Mrs. Hua are walking in front, and behind are two women, Tang Yixian and Cui Ying'er. Zhengde and a few personal guards are following them. Red lady only acts as Yang Ling to accompany her cousin to go shopping, but she never knows behind. The little captain who had been seen in the Dai Wang's Mansion was the emperor, but her appearance had changed, but Zhengde did not recognize her.

Tang Yixian is petite, with fair and supple skin, but it has just recovered from a serious illness, and it still has a sense of melancholy. The bright eyes of the big eyes have not recovered, and the small ears are decorated with two small round pearls. It looks pretty and cute. The weather has warmed up, with the breath of spring, she is still wearing a fine velvet robe, with a blue and white armor on the outside, which looks refreshing and pleasant.

Cui Ying'er has long legs, slim waist and tall figure. White military uniform. Black belt, dark red cloak, graceful posture, black hair combed into a long bun with sharp forehead, a combination of heroism and beauty, no beading at all, and full of energy. Tang Yixian has a cheerful temperament. Changxiang was pleased, and Cui Ying'er was her lifesaver, so she treated her very affectionately. The two of them held hands and walked all the way, lowering her and talking.

While Zhang Yong was chatting with Master Hua, Yang Ling flashed to the side, and Liu Biao came up without a trace. Yang Ling had left him in his palace waiting for news from Beijing. Seeing him show up, I naturally knew that the press came.

Liu Biao whispered: "My lord. There is news from the middle of Beijing that it has become a second stall. Everything is going smoothly in Jinling. Please rest assured that everything you entrusted by the adults is also suitable. The fleet is ready for departure. Only adults are waiting. An order was issued."

Yang Ling's heart widened, and a smile appeared on his face. Among these things, Dai Lou'er was the only thing involved in Japan, but there was a slight omission in the middle, and the whole thing was difficult to proceed. Now that Dai Lou Erwei comes to get accurate information, then the various plans can be carried out step by step.

Furthermore, the Lian'er girl’s temperament, Yang Ling really doesn’t know what she will do astonishing. If necessary, let her play a flag and write a letter: "A thousand miles to Beijing to find her husband", she did it all. Now that Dai Lou'er has comforted her, she can figure out how to bring her into Beijing after returning to Beijing, and she can never let her stay in Jinling pregnant.

Yang Ling smiled and nodded, and asked: "Any other news?"

Liu Biao said: "We have investigated all the officials of the North Korea and Central Government who have the background of the rich and powerful coastal gentry. The Jinyiweishi assigned today and used all forces to assist in the investigation. We have found out the officials in Beijing and the local authorities. There are seventy-four people, among them twenty-nine people can speak in the court. With the evidence in our hands, we are not afraid that they will not cooperate with us fully.

That said, Yang Ling remembered that Liu Jin and Mou Bin were making a lot of trouble before leaving Beijing, and hurriedly asked: "By the way, Jin Yiwei and the Li Jian have a result now? Mou Bin is willing to bow to Liu Jin?"

Liu Biao hesitated for a while and said: "Originally, Mr. Wu said that he wanted to report this matter until the adult returned to Beijing. Since the adult asked, he dare not conceal his humble position. Now Jin Yiwei is very tough. Shao Jiewu is already Liu Jin found an excuse to get to jail.

Mou Bin feared that he would undermine Shao Jiewu, so he rushed back to the capital. He sealed off the confession of Dai Xian and others, but refused to alter it. He hosted a banquet for Jin Yiwei Tianjin, Nanzhen Fu, Beizhen Fu and Da Nei. When some officials of Grade 5 or above, they once said to the public that even if Liu Jin gave up his official and chopped off his head, they would never obey. These words aroused all Jinyiwei’s feelings about the same enemy. Nowadays, there are nearly 100,000 Jinyiwei in the world. The Superintendent of Li and Li was very hostile. All orders came from the Superintendent of Li and Jin, and Jin Yiwei resisted. Gong Gong Liu was very annoyed and was ordering Dongchang to find out the shortcomings of Mou Bin and to use him to investigate.

So much trouble? No wonder Wu Jie was worried and refused to let him know now. Yang Ling was stunned for a moment. Mou Bin was actually such a **** sweat. Although he was fighting against personal spirit and not related to the country and the people, he was able to be so unafraid of power and disregarding his future and life.

He thought for a while, and secretly wrote down the matter. He had too many things to do as he had originally done. If the chief of ceremonies and Jin Yiwei become internalized, not only will they have no competent staff to help them, but they will also be easily waited for. The counter-attack foreign ministers found flaws. The three factories and one guard were closely related, and many things were involved. If someone who wanted to go to the Hengjiang River and burn the boats, his energy would have to be consumed internally.

He held his hand and thoughtfully, he thought for a while, and slowly said: "You go back and prepare to pack your clothes immediately, tomorrow morning..."

When he said this, Tang Yixian suddenly called: "Cousin!"

"Meet?" Yang Ling looked back blankly and asked: "What?"

Tang Yixian rolled his eyes helplessly, and said to Cui Ying'er spitefully: "Sister, look, I'll just say it, my cousin is busy with business all day long, at the same time, he runs in and out of the ground all day. I can’t even take care of the meal. I should have nothing to do on the way. Yeah, I'm still busy. I called him three times and then I realized it."

The corners of the red lady's mouth crooked, and she said in her heart: "I'm busy with business all day? I'm busy with business to go to'Yanlailou' to drink wine!"

Yang Ling glanced at her and sneered at Tang Yixian: "You girl, I talk about flowers and birds all day long, or Dongxiao and Guzheng, or else your brother is also a duck listening to thunder and doesn't understand it at all. Haha . What do you call me?"

Tang Yixian turned into anger, and pointed to the small Tianfo Temple and said, "Cousin, the temple is quiet, but it's been a while since I saw it. I want to go and worship, do you want to come".

Yang Ling smiled and said, "You go first. Don't wander around, I have a few more words to say to Master Liu, and I will go soon."

"Okay!" Tang Yixian readily agreed, turning his head to Zhengde and said: "Xiao Huang, let's go, don't you boast that you have learned Buddhism? Let's find the old monk to give a verse, sister, do you want to go?" .

Red Lady hesitated for a while, and smiled: "Sister doesn't believe in Buddha. I'll wait for you outside."

Buddhism talks about karma, and she did a murder business. It is strange to believe in Buddhism. Tang Yixian laughed without knowing it, and called Zhengde to walk towards the temple. As soon as they went, Zhang Yong, Miao Kui, and Master Hua dare not chase them, and the four or five guards behind them all followed in.

Yang Ling said to Liu Biao anxiously: "Tomorrow morning, we will leave the camp and return to Beijing, and go back to prepare soon."

Turning around, he saw Red Lady Miaori looking around, and asked a little strangely: "You hugged in front of Datong, why now even that surnamed Wu is also coming into the temple. I'm not afraid that someone will be assassinated. You?"

Yang Ling did not reveal that the pedestrians on the street, and even some of the people who were responsible for selling goods, were dressed as Ouchi guards. Hehe laughed and said, "That's not true. It's just that your martial arts are the best among the people in this alley. You are there. , I can’t even touch my hair. They are naturally relieved.”

Cui Ying'er gave a cold snort, then thought about it, and her heart couldn't help but jumped: "He... other people are creating opportunities for us to be alone?"

Seeing Yang Ling's face pursed, he took a step closer to her. Cui Ying'er couldn't help but took a step back in a fluster. She just noticed that she blushed, and suddenly remembered her identity, her pretty face turned white, biting her lip and stopped.

Yang Ling Look at the red lady who used to be calm and unreliable in front of the Beijing army, now looks like a helpless child, her heart somehow tightened, giving birth to an inexplicable love and pity, he walked gently to Approaching, he whispered: "Tomorrow morning, we will leave for Beijing."

The red lady's heart is loose, and then open, a little dazed and said: "Congratulations...".

"Huh? Congratulations?" Yang Ling was a little surprised. Cui Ying'er blushed and said in a daze, "No, take care all the way...", she paused, and suddenly became angry and said, "What do you tell me about this? I haven't been treating Tang Yixian all the time. When He Yaozi's injury got better, I have already gone."

Yang Ling fixedly looked at her, and suddenly said: "I heard what you and He Yaozi said that day at the door."

Cui Ying'er's face suddenly changed. Yang Hu was angry with everyone, but she was the wife of Yang Hu. Such an ugly act was known by the people in the court who they had been scolding and shamelessly bit her like a poisonous snake. heart.

Yang Ling sighed and said: "I... have a word to tell, if your Lord is willing to accept the imperial court, you can come to Beijing to find me, and I will keep your family safe. Yang Hu will rebel and it will definitely fail. The nine races are punishable!"

Cui Ying'er suddenly looked up at him, Yang Ling shook his head confidently and said: "I didn't lie to you, he, he is not likely to succeed! Kill me, he can't do a big thing! Kill the current emperor, he can't do it either. Big event! Yang Hu's ability can only be a one-sided hero, and will never achieve an emperor's hegemony, and cannot be an eternal hero!"

Seeing that Cui Ying'er's face was pale, he couldn't accept his direct reprimand for a while, and couldn't bear to go on. He saw a downturned talent sitting on the street with a few rolls of paper on the table, and he smiled: "I don't know it's a fortune teller. The one who guesses the word is still selling calligraphy and painting. Yixian (an immortal) should be coming out soon. Let’s go there to sit and rest and wait for them to come out.”

Cui Ying'er followed him to the book case without any business. Today, the fans sorted out the street all day, and now all the pedestrian customers have changed their faces. This down-and-out talent has long seen that something is wrong. Coupled with the rumors in the neighborhood that the emperor was in Yangyuan, he couldn't help guessing that the group of people who had just entered the temple site might be all about wanting, even being the emperor.

Then this man in front of him must be also a court official, so he stood up eagerly and said: "This son, but want to buy a fist painting?"

"Fist painting? What is fist painting?" Yang Ling asked.

The poor and sour talent smiled somewhat reservedly. Although he is poor, he has a pride in mentioning his strengths. Xiucai refers to the declaration spread on the table. He clenched his fists and said: "The old man can draw landscape figures with his hands without having to write a pen, so that he can be alive. Can you give me a try?"

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Okay, please give me a picture, and I will wait and see."

"Master, please write a question. What kind of painting?" The poor and sour scholar did not expect that there will be business coming today. The buyer is still a court official. If the painting is done well, the reward is naturally indispensable.

Yang Ling has four collars traveling the day, and couldn’t find anything that can be eye-catching. Suddenly, he thought: "Please draw a picture for the girl next to me. If it’s a portrait, this... I have my own reward. ".

"Ah!" Cui Ying'er whispered, somewhat surprised. I was a little excited, and I was playing with swords, guns and sticks since childhood. She has never painted a portrait. So although I wanted to refuse, I was eager to try.

The Xiucai nodded, stroked his beard and looked at the Red Lady for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves, opened a small jar, clenched his fists and dipped the ink, suddenly the palm edge and the fist tip suddenly painted on the paper dripping ink. stand up.

Cui Ying'er felt a little nervous in her heart, trying to put on a look of disdain, but she was afraid that the poor star would paint herself ugly. His eyes became blurred for a moment. This talented painting is similar to modern sketches, only seeking truth, without any artistic conception, but the old man only draws with a pair of fists and draws without drawing any drafts. His skills are absolutely extraordinary.

In a short while, a full-length portrait of a woman appeared alive and dead on the paper. The Red Lady took a closer look. The person in the painting was so beautiful and graceful, just like what she would normally see in the mirror. The Red Lady couldn't help being surprised and happy. She stretched out her hand, and just touched the drawing paper with her fingertips, and then snapped it back.

Yang Ling also turned his head and looked at it carefully. At first glance, he was surprised. The old man just smiled complacently. Yang Ling suddenly shook his head and said: "It's not like, it's not like, this picture is not like".

The old face of the poor Xiucai flushed, embarrassingly said: "My son, what is not the same, please point it out, and the old man will make corrections."

Yang Ling said: "The person in the old gentleman's painting has a body like a weak willow, a waist as usual, and a picture-like eyebrow. There is nothing different, but this look is soft and feminine, pitiful and pitiful. Not similar.

The girl's boldness is above the charming, and the sassy and virgin woman does not hide her tenderness. Although her appearance is beautiful, there are many beauties in the world, but her kind of looking at the world, no one in the world can match, your paintings lack this kind of momentum, it will be greatly inferior.

The Red Lady was stunned for a while, and she didn’t understand the meaning of every word in those compliments, but in general, it sounds like Yang Ling praised her very high, especially, “No one in the world can match. 'One sentence, but I can hear clearly, am I really that outstanding? Her eyes became hazy involuntarily.

The old Xiucai glanced at Cui Ying'er. The features are exquisite and charming. Although he is dressed in a samurai costume, his brows are tinged with sadness. If it is said that it is soft and charming, where is there any heroism? But who would have trouble with money? No matter how noble a scholar is, he has to spend money to eat, right?

The old master said: "It was the old man who ignored it and waited for the old man to draw another one." Speaking of vigorous spirits, splashing ink and fisting, he gritted his teeth and gnashed his teeth, and then another picture of a beautiful woman came out. Cui Ying'er glanced at it, and was stunned.

It's still the same, with no changes in the facial features, but the man in the painting has a half-fluttering cloak, long hair is volley, and the beauty is full of heroism. That momentum makes people just look at it, and the image of the whole person is blown away. Come straight into my heart, the same image, different looks, there is a world of difference.

Yang Ling picked it up and looked at it and smiled with satisfaction. He blew his lips a few times on the wet ink on the painting, but the blower was unintentional. The viewer was interested. The red lady with a crisp chest on the floor had a heartbeat, and she suddenly felt itchy in her chest, and hurriedly snatched the painting.

Yang Ling said strangely: "Don't get dirty, the ink is not dry yet."

Cui Ying'er smiled, and sighed with a little triumph: "I painted me, what is it to you?"

I saw her awe-inspiring smile the night when her master was taken away in Beijing. Yang Ling has never seen her show such a beautiful appearance. Although she is beautiful, she is very heroic, and she rarely smiles as a woman. Smile occasionally. As straight as a cloud breaks open. The moonlight suddenly appeared, and the flowering branches moved with it, and Yang Ling couldn't help but see the sunlight moving.

Cui Ying'er saw his expression, his smile suddenly condensed, and his complexion gradually subsided. After a long while, he lowered his eyes and gently handed the painting back, and said with a straight face: "Farewell tomorrow. If we meet again, I'm afraid it will be you and me. When I saw it, I didn't want your things. I only cut it happily when I cut you." The old master’s eyes almost fell out of the ears, and I didn’t see them for a long time.

What is the relationship. Yang Ling took out the silver ingot from his arms and put it on the table, picked up the two paintings, and said, "I will ask someone to mount it and pick you up. You should deduct it from your consultation fee. You don't owe me. what".

Cui Ying'er called out, turned and left. Yang Ling caught up and walked side by side with her, silent for a moment. Suddenly said: "You don't owe me. I owe you land. If you meet again, you can just come and cut me. Yang will never use a knife against you."

Cui Ying'er looked at him suspiciously and said: "Oh? Are you really willing to die by my sword?"

Yang Ling thought about it, and said seriously: "That won't work, I just said that I won't use a knife to kill you, but I didn't say that I would die under your sword. I can use weapons that do not hurt people, such as... Fishnet!"

Cui Ying'er is extremely angry, pull your legs out and go. Yang Ling smiled bitterly while chasing: "I just made a joke with you to make you happy. If you are in a hurry for a hundred years, if you always think about troubles, how wrong is your life?"

Cui Ying'er is silent, Yushou clenches his cloak tightly, and his heart is throbbing, Yang Ling hesitated to speak, and slumped: How can the woman in front of me compensate, no matter how much she loses her? Only a sigh.

At this moment, Tang Yixian walked out of the temple with Zhengde's by its ears, and said, "You kid, I said you were sneaking, okay, you, you write your prayer flag, why do you write it?

Xiao Huang, Yixian (an immortal)? What is my relationship with you? "

Zhengde said with a bitter face: "Girl let go, it hurts, it hurts, I am not writing you, I am writing Xiaohuang Yixian (an immortal), I can tell the fortune, others call it Huang Yixian (an immortal), right, Wu Your lord?"

Tang Yixian sneered and said: "Yellow Yixian (an immortal)? Are you still Huang Daxian and weasel".

Master Hua, Zhang Yong, and Miao Kui followed with helpless faces. The four of them saw Yang Ling, but Yang Ling also had a bitter melon face. The four of them looked at each other, each thoughtful, and shook their heads. Sigh.

Tang Yixian saw his cousin, quickly let go, and stuck out his tongue embarrassedly, but unwilling to think about it, and when Zhengde was not paying attention, he stomped him severely, and then ran to Cui Ying'er with a smile on his face Come here.

The emperor's honor guard is about to return to Beijing, and the county magistrate and a group of gentry from the county government rushed to the mansion and stood beside the flower to send the emperor.

The emperor's honor guard drove out slowly. The brigade passed by, but there was still a carriage parked in front of the mansion gate. Wu Hanchao waited a long distance with a dozen guards. Yang Ling stood in front of the carriage with Cui Ying'er opposite. Speechless.

After a while, Yang Ling turned around and removed a gusset from the saddle bridge, and put it on the cowl, saying: "Here, half red and half silver, it is the consultation fee for the girl."

He took out two scrolls from his sleeves and said: "These two paintings have been pasted. Although the woman in the painting is the same, but they are completely two people. I hope that the girl will realize from it that she can be heroic. , The style is still there. Yesterday, please remember the girl, that Yang Hu is absolutely impossible. Since Cui’s Laozhai has a big influence in the North Green Forest, I also hope that the girl can use this influence to persuade him to rein in the cliff!"

Cui Ying'er knows that his father is getting older and his personality is extremely stubborn. I am afraid that his enthusiasm is not under Yang Hu. It is not easy to persuade him to talk back, but she has troubles, so she sighed: "I will try my best..."

She curled her eyelashes and trembled slightly, and she looked at Yang Ling lightly for a moment, and then said softly: "You are a good official, I wish you great success, the world is rich, and everyone is rich. By then... …By then there will be no more people like us who want to rebel..."

Her tone is soft with some sadness~IndoMTL.com~Yang Ling looked back at the car battle in the distance, and whispered: "Let's take the picture, I'm going on the road."

Cui Ying'er slowly lowered his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to take the picture, and the two of them touched their fingers and touched slightly, and they flashed like lightning in an instant. At that moment, the two seemed to touch the bitterness of each other's heart.

Cui Ying'er turned her head and whispered: "Farewell from now on, I hope... never seen!" She didn't want to see each other again, she didn't want to meet the Yang Ling swordsman.

If the heart is a little bit sharp. Yang Ling didn't look back, turned on his horse, waved his whip, and said anxiously: "I hope I will say goodbye today and see you forever!"

The horseshoes are ill. A dozen guards slammed their horses and followed Yang Ling. Cui Ying'er looked into the distance for a moment, raised eyebrows, and suddenly reappeared a bit of long-lost pride: "In any case, I will always be old Give it a try, you can’t let your dad fall into Yang Hu’s tricks!"

The carriage also left the Flower House and drove away...

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