One hundred and twentieth eight chapters where the cloth tillage is planted
The lights of the Long Live Battalion prison were dim, and the soldiers guarding the prison were patrolling back and forth with their swords in hand.
There is no prison in Genyue, it is just a vacated tent, so it is not as dark and damp as an ordinary prison cell.
Yang Lin entered. There were candles burning in the big tent, and a female doctor was changing Fang Miaolian's dressing. Her bare pink arms were as white as brocade, and a red rope tied her wrists to two pillars.
The black short-game uniform was peeled off from the collarbone, revealing a large area of pink skin, with faint blood stains covering the snow-white collarbone.
Fang Miaolian's eyes were full of hatred, and there was no trace of shame, as if he didn't care that he was exposed to the sight.
The little female doctor who applied the medicine was obviously shocked by this incredibly beautiful body as she was a girl.
Beauties are given preferential treatment, but the prisoners in the nearby barracks do not receive such treatment. They are all shackled.
Fang Miaolian snorted coldly when she saw Yang Lin. She hated this cunning official in her heart. Yang Lin was not angry. She waved her hand and someone brought in a chair. In front of Yang Lin, who had arrived before dinner, the Long Live Camp stood in front of her.
The soldier placed a cooked meat wrapped in lotus leaves and two pots of fine sake.
Seeing him acting like this, Fang Miaolian's pretty face was filled with disdain, and she gritted her teeth and wished she could eat him alive.
Yang Lin slowly uncorked the wine and tore open the roasted chicken with his hands, leaving oil stains all over his hands. The aroma of meat immediately filled the tent.
Chewing the roasted chicken, he picked up the jug and drank for a while. Then Yang Lin raised his head and admired the beauty hanging there.
After the little female doctor finished bandaging, she bowed her head to Yang Lin and exited.
Yang Lin shook the chicken drumstick in his hand and said with a smile: "Fang Miaolian, Miss Fang, are you hungry? Do you want to eat some?"
"Bah! Dog officer, if you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please. Don't act like a coward here."
Yang Lin took another bite and was already eighty percent full. He stood up with the wine bottle and sighed: "Look, what am I talking about? If you don't study, you are uneducated. I am a scholar, I am the number one scholar,
Please speak more politely to the top pick."
"Haha" Fang Miaolian snorted coldly and turned his head disdainfully.
Yang Lin came around with a smile, stretched out his hand to pinch her cheeks and grabbed a few handfuls. The oily smell of the roasted chicken in his hands was wiped on the face of the melon seeds, which had brought disaster to the country and the people.
The greasy oily smell on his face was very uncomfortable. In addition, he had not eaten for a day, and he was already hungry. Smelling such fragrant roast chicken, Fang Miaolian felt very strong, but his stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
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Yang Lin showed no mercy and burst out laughing, making Fang Miaolian feel ashamed and angry, and her ears turned red like blood-colored agate.
Yang Lin's purpose was to make her upset, so that if she lost her position, her flaws would be revealed.
It's a pity that mere hunger and ridicule are not enough to break the will of this Ming Cult saint. There is only one chance. Once the other party knows that she has no precise information, there is no hope of getting any information from her.
Yang Lin is like a patient hunter, slowly approaching his prey.
After a while, there was a man's heavy breathing and shrill curses.
After taking two sips of wine, I accidentally looked up and saw that this was the moment when my opponent's defenses were at their weakest.
"Jiangnan rebelled against Fang La, and they have conquered Hangzhou in a few days. This matter has nothing to do with you, right? Now you are my woman. If you tell the truth, I can protect you better."
Fang Miaolian, who was filled with grief and despair, suddenly brightened up, and it was at this moment that Yang Lin, who had been staring at her, saw it.
The Jiangnan Rebellion has been determined to be caused by Fang La
Fang Miaolian did not expect that his adoptive father would progress so smoothly. It seemed that his adoptive father had already launched an army before he took action.
This dog official has defiled his own body. He is already in ruins anyway, so why not stay with him and help his adoptive father get rid of a lot of harm when necessary.
Thinking of this, Fang Miaolian said sadly: "Since you consider me your woman, why are you hanging on to me?"
Yang Lin's eyes slowly opened from squinting, and he said with a smile: "Stop pretending, my Miaolian baby, the look you showed just now after hearing my words has given me everything I want. Fang La also said
There is no rebellion, let alone the capture of Hangzhou, but now I have determined that it is this traitor who wants to bring trouble to our Song Dynasty under the banner of Mingjiao."
Fang Miaolian raised her head in disbelief, her eyes full of surprise. In his eyes, Yang Lin used to be a thief who wanted to be cut into pieces, but now he was a demon that made her tremble.
This man was so terrifying. She couldn't even think of how Yang Lin knew his adoptive father's name. Not many people in the Ming Cult knew his adoptive father's name.
Seeing her expression, Yang Lin felt a little soft-hearted for a moment. He gently untied the knot on her wrist and helped her put on her clothes. Yang Lin said softly: "You have a good rest here, I will have someone bring you food."
Come in."
Fang Miaolian was like a puppet on strings, the look in his eyes was gone. Yang Lin put on his belt and walked out of the tent.
Looking up at the sparse stars and the waning moon, the treetops are swaying slightly. There has been a lot of rain recently, and frogs are constantly singing everywhere.
Several confidants came up and Lu Qian asked: "Young Zai, where are you going?"
"Go back home and prepare to enter the palace at dawn! This time Jiangnan chaos is coming. I'm afraid it will be a fierce battle."
The commanders of the Long Live Battalion and the Yu Hous are gearing up, with excitement in their eyes. Chaos is the time for good men to make contributions.
A soldier entered Fang Miaolian's tent with his head lowered and carrying wine and food. He saw this surprisingly beautiful woman, slumped on the bedside, hugging her knees, looking indescribably miserable.
A few strands of black hair hung down, soaked with sweat and stuck to her cheeks. When she heard the sound, she was like a frightened deer. When she looked up, she saw a very young soldier.
In Mingjiao, there are countless children like this, and when they saw me, they looked like this, so stunned that they were stunned.
Fang Miaolian smiled miserably, two pear dimples appeared on her pale face, and said with a bitter smile: "Little brother, can you please let my sister go?"
Xiaobing lowered his head nervously and stammered: "Eat it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."
He was just a cook, and according to the old veterans, this woman was Master Shaozai's favorite, and she would be slapped if she looked at her even more.
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking ground, and the soldier stared dumbfoundedly at a hole revealed in the compacted ground. Fang Miaolian's beautiful eyes lit up, and a head emerged from the hole.