The residence of the new censor Zhongcheng Feng Lin is located in Renming Lane. It is only across two alleys from the lively Qiaotou Street. It is the best location in Beijing to keep it clean. At this time, the snow particles whistling in the north wind have turned into
Snow flakes are flying.
Feng Lin came to Beijing with only two servants and packed up his clothes and moved in directly. On this snowy night, only a few lights were on in the huge mansion, making it look eerie and lonely.
The door was opened, and the cold wind that rushed in caused the candlelight in the room to beat violently, becoming precarious, and then extended as the door was closed.
"Master, take medicine." The boy whispered, looking at Feng Lin who was lying on the couch facing inward.
"No need to eat." Feng Lin's voice came.
The boy frowned and was about to cry.
"Master." He shouted timidly.
"I'm fine, don't worry." Feng Lin said.
The boy knew his master's stubborn temper, so he didn't dare to say anything more after hearing this, and sat aside wiping his tears.
Facing the wall and looking at the shadow cast by the candlelight, Feng Lin was startled again.
It turned out to be her, it turned out to be her.
The hand on his side was clenched again.
How could it be her?
With a snap, the candle flame exploded. Feng Lin's body trembled slightly, and he felt his face was burning as if he had been slapped hard.
how so?
The woman who smiled and said that in fact, if you really want to say this, it was not me who saved you, and it is not me who you should thank. How could she be the same as this woman who relied on the talk of ghosts and gods to incite the people to threaten the emperor's court with her merits?
What about a person?
How can these two completely different people be the same person?
How did she change? How did she become like this?
Changed?
He didn't even know her at all. Just like Han Chang, it was just a one-time acquaintance.
Feng Lin sat up suddenly, and the boy wiping tears beside him was startled.
"Master." He shouted hurriedly.
Feng Lin had already gotten off the ground and walked away barefoot.
"Prepare the car, prepare the car." He said repeatedly.
The boy turned pale with fright and stepped forward to grab him.
"Master, master, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to see her, I'm going to ask her." Feng Lin said.
"Master, master, it's too late, it's too late, it's snowing again..." the boy shouted.
Feng Lin had already walked to the door and opened it. The cold wind blew in the snow. Feng Lin stopped for a moment. Another boy also heard the sound and rushed over. The two of them grabbed Feng Lin, one on the left and the other on the right.
.
"Master, it's too late. How can you go see someone so late?" they advised.
Yes, it is indeed rude to meet a woman so late.
Feng Lin stood still, letting the wind and snow beat him.
"Master, please rest first, and we will go there early tomorrow morning." The boys cautiously advised.
Feng Lin nodded.
"Okay." He said.
The two boys carefully pulled him in and closed the door.
Feng's house fell into silence on a snowy night, but other houses were still brightly lit and people were constantly coming and going.
The door of the house was opened sharply, and a man dressed in cold clothes walked into the room.
There were four or five people sitting around the room, and they all sat upright when they saw him.
"How about it?"
"We found out that when there was a fire at the inn three years ago, Mrs. Cheng was staying there on her way back to Jiangzhou from Beijing. The thieves set a fire. They shot the thieves on the spot and helped put out the fire, so it was a life-saving favor for Feng Lin.
"The man said.
Everyone in the room was stunned and turned to look at Gao Lingbo.
"Then God's eyes are really open this time." Gao Lingbo, who was wearing a homely Taoist robe, said slowly, with some disbelief on his face, "How could it be such a coincidence?"
The staff also looked at each other with expressions of disbelief.
"Yeah, how could it be such a coincidence?" they said.
"Have any of you gone to Puxiu Temple to burn incense?" someone else asked seriously.
"I didn't burn incense, but when I was passing by Jimin Bridge, I threw a piece of uneaten spicy duck head to a beggar." A person replied seriously, "Could it be that I am accumulating good fortune?"
The people in the room looked at each other again and suddenly burst out laughing at the same time. The laughter almost overturned the roof and caused the snow that flew into the corridor to spin rapidly.
Gao Lingbo laughed while taking pictures of several cases, listening to the deafening laughter filling the room.
"I really didn't expect it. I thought that this time I would either get nothing, or I would only get one thing. I didn't expect that God would open his eyes and tell these two people to get out of here."
"It's really not as good as God."
On the other side, Chen Shao and Mrs. Chen had complicated expressions on their faces. The father and son looked at each other, waved their hands and left.
"What happened that time was indeed her." Old Mrs. Chen said, looking at the screen behind him.
There are dots of circles outlined in old writing and ink on it.
"Is it because passers-by saw injustice and drew their swords to help?"
"How long has Mrs. Cheng been gone?"
"...According to the itinerary ten days ago, she should have reached..."
The detailed document reported by Feng Lin said that the passers-by who came to help were a group of about 20 people, coming from the direction of the capital, and escorted by a female family member...
Daughters!
Two lives shot dead on the spot...
He's not really that fool from Jiangzhou again, is he?
"If you still don't want to believe it, I knew it was her." Old Mrs. Chen said with a smile.
Chen Shao shook his head.
"It's really God's will." He said, raising his head and looking at the screen, "This time, it's actually worse."
Mr. Chen also looked solemn.
The fire pit inside the house is warm, but the atmosphere is like the ice and snow outside.
"This time, Feng Lin pushed himself into a desperate situation."
"At this moment, if he doesn't continue to sue, he will be considered disloyal and abandoning righteousness for personal gain and favor. Other censors will not let him go."
"If he continues to sue and expels Mrs. Cheng as he wishes, he will definitely be expelled from the family in the future and be ungrateful and treacherous."
"People say it's hard to have both loyalty and filial piety. If you gain loyalty, you will lose filial piety. For the sake of filial piety, you will live up to your kindness. But this time, he, Feng Lin, can't be both loyal and filial. No matter which one you choose, it will be wrong in the end."
"The emperor is a benevolent king. This thorn has been pierced in his heart, but it cannot be pulled out."
Chen Shao nodded, his expression gloomy.
"But he can't do nothing." He said, "Either Feng Lin insists on suing her, and both of them leave the capital and become ruined, or Feng Lin refuses to sue, pleads guilty and leaves the capital, but the matter is still inconclusive.
, Mrs. Cheng will have to bear the burden of this accusation, and it will inevitably be used by others to continue to attack her in the end."
Having said this, he put down the tea bowl heavily.
"It's true that God's calculation is worse than that of man."
The lights in the room remain on, and the figures on the doors and windows sway and lengthen amid the dancing snowflakes.
The snow stopped overnight, and the courtyard was covered with a layer of pavement, allowing the sky to become brighter early.
Old Mrs. Zhang opened the door and was about to take a breath of cold air. An old servant stood in front of him in one step, making Old Mrs. Zhang almost breathless.
"Wan Ping, what are you doing?" he said, patting his waist.
"Master, have you heard about Feng Lin?" the old servant asked.
"Didn't you tell me last night?" Mrs. Zhang said nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"
After saying this, without waiting for the old servant to speak, he thought of something else.
"Yes, yes, yes." He said as he turned around, "I forgot to add that Feng Lin was also the one she saved."
The old servant followed him in with a cheer.
"Master, the Feng Lin she saved was going to kill them both," he said anxiously.
"How could it be?" Old Mrs. Zhang said with a smile, while Shiran picked up the pen from several cases.
"Why not? Now Feng Lin has forced both of them into a dead end. Not to mention the grace of saving his life, there is still a glimmer of hope." The old servant said angrily, "But this Feng Lin has no muscles and bones, and he actually saw this
Mrs. Cheng fainted as soon as she touched her, we can’t hide this anymore!”
"This matter is not something embarrassing and should not be told to others. There is nothing to hide." Old Mrs. Zhang said, and as expected, he put a stroke on the screen with his pen, looked at it for a moment and stepped back.
"Sir," the old servant said, "this will hurt both sides. Our Banqin's eyes are swollen from crying."
"This silly girl." Old Mrs. Zhang laughed, "She has been sold by her wife once, but she still doesn't know."
"Sir," the old servant said again.
"Both sides suffer." Old Mrs. Zhang said, putting down the pen and rolling up his sleeves, "Ever since this little lady tricked me, I never believed that she would be the kind of person who is willing to lose both sides."
"Master, you are too stingy to remember this." The old servant was a bit dumbfounded.
"It's not stingy, it's about not forgetting the past life and being the guide for the future." Mrs. Zhang waved her hand and said.
"Master, what kind of thing is that? Can it be compared with what is happening now?" the old servant asked anxiously.
"Of course." Mrs. Zhang smiled and looked at him, "It's all the same."
All the same?
A foolish father wants to give away a foolish girl, and a censor Zhongcheng wants to accuse a famous woman. How is this the same?
"It's just that they are all helpless people who do ruthless things. What's the difference?" Old Mrs. Zhang said.
The sound of the boy's footsteps could be heard outside the door.
"Uncle Wan Ping, Feng Zhongcheng has arrived at Mrs. Cheng's door." He put his head in and shouted.
Sure enough, we went!
What choice will he make? Although no choice has a good outcome, there is still a sequence of unlucky events.
At this moment, people who heard the news were speculating and waiting.
Feng Lin got off his horse and looked up at the house.
The snow in front of the door has been swept clean, and many people are gradually coming.
These were not the people who peeked at him along the way. Feng Lin knew that these people were probably those who came to practice calligraphy with his wife.
He took a deep breath and waved his hand.
"Master..." the boy shouted reluctantly, "It's better not to go. You are still sick, so just take care of yourself for a while."
Recuperating from illness is a good excuse. The slower you recover, the longer time passes, and some things will become big and small. At most, you will be ridiculed and ridiculed, but it is better than being in the limelight and fighting with guns and knives, right?
Time is a good thing, it can always heal some things.
Feng Linsu glared at him.
"I will never sacrifice my life for national affairs. Feng Lin has never been someone who hides," he said.
The boy lowered his head helplessly and knocked on the door.
The door opened in response, and a concierge walked out and looked at them.
Feng Lin took a step forward and handed over a greeting card with both hands.
"Feng Lin pays homage to Mrs. Cheng."
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There is another update in the evening, but without it, the author would have had a fit. (To be continued)