The fourth master was sitting in the tent, reading the letters from the capital. Because they were afraid that the letters would be intercepted, the two of them spoke in Manchu.
The writing of Manchu only came into being later. It certainly didn’t exist in this era.
As for Mongolian, this is a bit unclear. The key is that Lin Yutong is not proficient in Mongolian.
In fact, both Chinese Pinyin and English are fine. But who said there is still a Yin Sanlang in the world? Others can't understand it, but he may not be able to understand it. But it can be guaranteed that he will definitely not be able to understand Manchu. In addition, the writing format
What's special is that if he really saw it, he wouldn't necessarily know that it was Manchu.
It was quite safe for the two of them to pass the news this way.
Lin Yutong's performance in the capital was amazing, but it was written in Manchu and was a bit unsatisfactory.
Wu Chunlai opened the curtain and came in, saying in a low voice: "Master, the guests have arrived."
The Fourth Master put away the letter in his hand and put it close to his body. Only then did he have time to pick up the tea cup and said, "Then please come in."
Wu Chunlai responded, slowly retreated, and then came back again, only this time, there were two people behind him.
The Fourth Master raised his head and looked at Saburo, who was dressed in white robes. The corners of his mouth twitched vaguely, and then he said lightly: "Coming?"
Sanlang's expression was a little complicated, "Is it really you? Fourth brother."
Fourth Master pointed to the stool opposite, "Sit down, sit down and talk."
Sanlang sat down casually, and then raised his head to look at Fourth Master. Is this the Shiro who followed him into the county town and was waiting outside the JI hospital?
It looks like it, but it doesn't look like it.
The former Shiro was silent and didn't speak. This fourth master doesn't speak either, but it cannot be explained by silence. It can only be said that he is restrained and steady.
I saw him leaning on the back of the chair, holding a tea cup in his hand. He was wearing a precious black fox fur cloak, and he was wearing a white jade ring on his finger.
His demeanor was relaxed, his posture was lazy, and he was not as nervous as he should have been before the battle.
Does this mean you don't take him seriously at all?
Saburo felt a little uncomfortable. But his family knew about his family affairs. Although his current situation was much better than before, he still couldn't help feeling chilly in his heart when he looked at the cold and shining weapon.
"Everyone in the family...are you okay?" Sanlang finally asked after taking the tea from Wu Chunlai.
The fourth master glanced behind Sanlang.
Sanlang smiled: "It's okay! This is Mr. Fu'an, not an outsider."
The Fourth Master thought to himself: This Sanlang is still as unreliable as ever. How long have we known each other? Even after knowing the details, no one dares to use him as a confidant. Even if you want to win people's hearts, you can't keep private matters secret. Today's literati are not like those of later generations.
Secretary. No matter where they come from, these people can't escape the shortcomings of literati. As a staff member, you must be a respected staff member, and you must be respectful like a gentleman. And the secretaries of later generations all think that if the leader is in trouble with personal affairs
You, that means that I don’t want to be friends with you and value you.
This cognitive bias is fatal.
The Fourth Master smiled, then turned to Wu Chunlai and said, "Move a stool closer to the brazier. Sir, please sit over."
Wu Chunlai was so smart. Not only did he move the stool, but he also put a big cloak on the stool. This cloak was brand new, and there were people who paid homage to it along the way. But the fourth master definitely didn't wear it. It's just right to take it out now.
Fu'an really thought these were Fourth Master's clothes, so he waved his hands in fear, "Inappropriate! Inappropriate!"
Fourth Master waved his hand, "Please sit down. The stool has been left outside for a long time and it is very cold."
Sanlang said casually: "You don't have to be so polite to come and go. Isn't it just a piece of clothing?"
The fourth master didn't say anything, only smiled faintly. What a bastard! He didn't understand the meaning at all.
Mr. Fu'an looked a little embarrassed. This is not a piece of clothing. It is the same as pulling a horse and pulling a stirrup. In this way, he can be regarded as a courtesy corporal. If the young master in white uses him as a butler, then
The Fourth Master whom I met for the first time gave him the respect that only a husband can have.
The corner of his mouth pursed. On the other hand, Wu Chunlai casually placed a few books in Mr. Fu'an's hands. Obviously he was afraid that he would be embarrassed after hearing about other people's private affairs. He held the books to resolve the embarrassment.
Such thoughtfulness made Mr. Fu'an sigh in his heart. There is a difference in the names of the third young master and the fourth master.
The Fourth Master did not pay attention to Mr. Fu'an who was reading a book, but turned to look at Sanlang, "Everyone in the family is in the capital. Except for the eldest uncle and the third uncle who are missing, the second brother is gone. Everyone else is here."
"Second brother...is gone?" Sanlang sat up suddenly. Erlang followed him in the county and was trapped in Fan's house. "Where...is he missing?"
Fourth Master shook his head, "Fleeing everywhere, several women can't even tell where they are?"
A trace of guilt flashed in Sanlang's eyes, "If he hadn't followed me to the county seat and lived with me in Fan's house, he might not have..."
The fourth master did not blame Sanlang for this, "In this world, you can hide from today, but you cannot hide from tomorrow." He looked at Sanlang, "There is also a woman named Hong Niang, who is pregnant and is in the capital now."
"Matchmaker!" Sanlang was stunned for a moment, and the guilt in his eyes deepened, "I didn't expect that she went to the capital. Thanks to you and your siblings, otherwise, she would be a woman..."
The Fourth Master waved his hand, "In the final analysis, we are not considered outsiders. How can I still ignore death?"
"You saved the three of them, mother and son. This kindness..." Sanlang stuttered, not knowing what to say. It took him a long time to say: "What happened last time was my fault! Grandpa..."
"Don't mention this." Fourth Master smiled helplessly, "I was really helpless at that time. Someone put a knife on the old man's neck... I was very helpless..."
The guilt in Saburo's eyes deepened.
Mr. Fu'an glanced out of the corner of his eye and smiled in his heart. This man's mind is really too young. With a few gentle words, he was shaken. A hero must have the potential of a hero. Just because children love each other long, heroes are short of breath.
, lost again.
There were footsteps outside the tent, followed by a young man's voice: "Where is Master?"
Seeing the fourth master nodding towards Wu Chunlai, Wu Chunlai then went to lift the curtain, and a handsome and handsome man came in, dressed in green clothes and wearing a squirrel's cloak.
"Master!" Fang Qingshan saluted respectfully, then nodded to Sanlang and Mr. Fu'an, and whispered a few words beside Fourth Master.
Fourth Master nodded, "Then go ahead."
Fang Qingshan then withdrew again.
Just this method of controlling his subordinates made Mr. Fu'an narrow his eyes.
The Fourth Master stopped beating around the bush and turned to look at Saburo, "We brothers, I really don't want to get into this situation."
Saburo's expression changed, "Do you really want to take action?"
Fourth Master looked at Saburo, "What do you think? Is there any other way I can do it? Take the last time as an example. I won't let you go, can you leave? I gave you a chance, but what about you? Below you
Don't you know what kind of people those people are? The reason why I came to you is on the one hand out of brotherly love, and on the other hand, I don't want to cause too many crimes."
Saburo clenched his fists, "You asked me to surrender to you?"
The Fourth Master's face became a bit colder, "I am bound to win the Central Plains! I can't let you bandits wreak havoc anymore. Look at the people in your hands, how pitiful they were before and how hateful they are now. Along the way
It has caused so many families to be separated and destroyed. This was unnecessary. Now I just want to ask you, who is responsible for these bloody sins? You don’t feel guilty at all!"
Saburo's shoulders suddenly collapsed. He was a dandy, but he had never done anything harmful to anyone. Not to mention that he had harmed many families, but he had harmed one family, even if he had harmed one family unintentionally. He could do it.
He feels so guilty. No matter how rich his family is, and how privileged he feels in certain aspects, the education he received since childhood still cannot make him treat human life lightly. Those who died are all living people, not dead in the game.
Can be resurrected. He has seen people whose heads were chopped off, and women who were killed by his subordinate JIANYIN. He will also have nightmares all night long.
The source of these sins is myself. It is my own inability to control my subordinates that led to this result.
Whenever he thinks of those tragic events, cold sweat flows from his head.
Mr. Fu'an sighed.
Cruel, but not ruthless. Bad, bad but not thorough. Good, but lacking in sincerity.
Courageous, but not knowledgeable. Ambitious, but not skilled. Have ideas, but not implemented.
Compared with this fourth master, he is really a bit less interesting. It seems that everyone is doing ordinary things and talking in ordinary words. But he has grasped the weakness of the other party's softness and sentimentality, and hit the key point with his understatement.
There seemed to be only a few words to talk about business, but it was these few words that knocked the other party down in one fell swoop.
His self-blame, his guilt, his helplessness, and his regret were enough to plant his inner demons and plant the seeds of weakness and retreat.
After all, if you want to be a hero, you must have a strong heart.
Sanlang raised his head and looked at Fourth Master, "You think I do, do you think I do? I saw those people, but I couldn't save them. It was more painful than letting me die. But if I can do something... if there is any way...
"He couldn't continue, but his eye circles were red.
Mr. Fu'an closed his eyes hard, not only shirking responsibility, but also exposing his incompetence and inability to control the overall situation.
He couldn't bear to look down.
The fourth master stood up and patted Saburo on the shoulder, "Third brother! Third brother! Calm down. I know that none of this is what you meant. But now that a big mistake has been made, the only thing that can be done is to save it. It's time to make amends.
It's not too late. This kind of tragedy can't happen again. You...don't blame yourself too much, am I here? Third brother, what do you think, let's completely quell these bandits? As long as the Central Plains of Dingding are settled, then
Is it far to compete in the world? Third brother, do you think it is appropriate to give you a Xiaoyao King?"
Xiaoyao King?
Sanlang's eyes suddenly lit up. With his noble status, wealth and power, who in the world would dare to bully him?
He's not good at anything else, but he's good at this...
The fourth master was speechless. He didn't even ask whether Prince Xiaoyao was a prince or a county king, an iron-hatted king or a hereditary prince. He was so easily tempted. This kid was really fair. He was too embarrassed to bully him anymore. Okay.
After a long while, he whispered: "Then this matter is settled. Third brother, go and gather all the heads of these bandits in your name. Let's settle this matter together."