If the heart is spiritual

"This is the most prosperous street in this county, look! The wooden tower next to this alley was built in the late Song Dynasty and is still standing here to this day. The handmade shop here is the best in this county. Most of the clothes, quilts and clothes in this government were asked to sanction, and the candied fruits of that shop...oh! There is no door open today."

Of course the door was not opened. In order to ensure safety, Yang Ling took the street forward to the Tianfo Temple and thoroughly checked it. All the pedestrians on the street were dressed as people from the factory guards, so he was not afraid of the emperor dressed in a dressed in a garment walking on the street. As for the small vendors on both sides, the store was opened for less than four years, and there were no wives and children at home, all of them were given compensation and money to close their business and go home. The owner of the candied shop was from another place. He had just arrived here for less than two years and had been cleared out.

Lord Hua continued to introduce it with a smile, as if he was not talking about a small county town, but a capital resort. His bones seemed to be light, but the sound was ridiculous, mainly for Zhengde to listen to it later.

Yang Ling, Zhang Yong, Miao Kui, and Lord Hua walked in front, and behind were two women, Tang Yixian and Cui Ying'er. Zhengde and several personal guards followed them. Hongniang just thought Yang Ling was really accompanying her cousin shopping, but she never knew that the young lieutenant who had met in the Dai Palace was the current emperor. However, her appearance has changed now, but Zhengde did not recognize her.

Tang Yixian has a petite figure, white and tender skin, but she has just recovered from a serious illness, and she still has a little depressing smell. The brightness of her big eyes has not yet recovered. The small ear beads are decorated with two round little pearls, which looks pretty and cute. The weather has become warmer and the atmosphere of spring is also worn. She is wearing a velvet robe and a blue and white armor on the outside, which looks refreshing and pleasant.

Cui Ying'er has long legs and slender waist, tall figure, white martial arts uniform, black belt, dark red cloak, graceful figure, black hair is combed in a pointed forehead and a dragon bun, heroic and pretty, without beads at all, showing her spirit. Tang Yixian is cheerful and has a likable appearance. Cui Ying'er is also her savior, so she is very intimate. The two of them are holding hands, walking forward, and talking quietly along the way.

While Zhang Yong and Lord Hua were chatting, Yang Ling flashed to the side, and Liu Biao came up without a trace. Yang Ling had left him in the mansion waiting for news in the capital. Seeing him appear, he naturally knew that the news was coming.

Liu Biao whispered: "Sir, news from the second place in Beijing is coming. Everything in Jinling is going smoothly, so please rest assured about what you entrusted to you. Now all major things are appropriate, and the fleet is ready to take sails, but I wait for the order of the lord to give it."

Yang Ling felt wide open and couldn't help but smile on his face. Among these things, the only thing Dailouer involved in Japan and Japan. There was a little mistake in the middle, so the whole thing was difficult to carry out. Now that Dailouer had accurate news, all plans could be carried out step by step.

Furthermore, Yang Ling really didn't know what amazing behavior she would do. If necessary, she would ask her to make a banner and write a letter: "Let's go to Beijing to find her husband for thousands of miles." She could do it. Since Dailouer had comforted her, she could find a way to take her into Beijing after returning to Beijing. She would never let her stay in Jinling as she was pregnant.

Yang Ling nodded with a smile and asked, "Is there any other news?"

Liu Biao said: "We have investigated all the officials in the court who have backgrounds with wealthy families on the coastal gentry. The Jinyiwei has allocated and used all his strength to assist in the investigation. We found a total of 74 officials in the capital and local governments with a handle, including twenty-nine who can speak in the court. With the evidence in our hands, we are not afraid that they will not cooperate with us with all our strength."

After saying this, Yang Ling remembered that Liu Jin and Mou Bin were having a big fuss before leaving Beijing, and asked hurriedly: "By the way, the Jinyiwei and the Silijian have had a result now? Mu Bin is willing to bow his head to Liu Jin?"

Liu Biao hesitated and said, "Originally, Wu Datou means that he wants to report this matter when he returns to Beijing. Since the adults ask, he dare not hide it. Now the Jinyiwei is very tough. Shao Jiewu has been taken to the heavenly prison by Liu Jin.

Mu Bin was afraid that he would assassinate Shao Jiewu, so he had already rushed back to the capital to take charge. He sealed the confessions of Dai Xian and others, but refused to change them. When he held a banquet to entertain officials of the Jinyiwei Tianjin, Nanzhenfu, Beizhenfu and Dawei, he once said in public that even if Liu Jin had given up his official position and chopped his head, he would never obey. These words aroused the common hatred of all the Jinyiweis. Now nearly 100,000 Jinyiweis in the world were very hated for the Siyiweis. Any orders that came out of the Siyiweis, Jinyiweis, boycotted the Jinyiweis. Eunuch Liu was very angry and ordered the Dongchang to find Mou Bin's shortcomings and investigated him."

The quarrel is so great? No wonder Wu Jie has some concerns and refuses to let him know now. Yang Ling was stunned for a moment. Mou Bin was so bloody and sweaty. Although he only fought for his personal intention and was not about the country and nation, he was a worthy person who was so unafraid of power and ignored his future and life.

He thought about it and secretly recorded this matter. He had to do too many things now. If the Sili Supervisor and the Jinyiwei were fucked internally, they would not only not have the ability to help, but they would also be easily found by foreign ministers who were waiting for an opportunity to counterattack. The three factories and one bathroom were closely related, and many things were related. If someone was interested in a chain across the river and burning the boat, his energy would have to be spent on internally.

He held his hands in his arms, thought for a while, and said slowly: "You go back and prepare to pack up immediately. Tomorrow morning......"

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

"Hmm?" Yang Ling turned around blankly and asked, "What?"

Tang Yixian rolled his eyes helplessly and said coquettishly to Cui Ying'er: "Sister, look, I'll just say that my cousin is busy with business all day long. At the same time, he doesn't care about the food he runs in and out all day long. He should have nothing to do along the way. He's still busy. I called him three times before he reacted."

The corner of the Hongniang's mouth tilted, and she thought to herself: "I'm busy with business affairs all day long? I'm busy with business affairs and go to the 'Yanlailou' to drink flower wine!"

Yang Ling glanced at her and said to Tang Yixian: "You girl, you talk about flowers, birds, or flutes and guzheng all day long. Otherwise, your brother would be a duck to listen to thunder, so he doesn't understand at all, haha. What's the matter with calling me?"

Tang Yixian turned anger into joy, pointed to the small Tianfo Temple and said, "Cousin, although the temple is small, it looks a bit old. 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 Lord Liu, and I'll go later."

"Okay!" Tang Yixian agreed readily, turned his head to Zhengde and said, "Xiao Huang, let's go, aren't you bragging about how Buddhism has been learned? Let's go to the old monk and say verses, sister, do you want to go?"

The Hongniang hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "Sister doesn't believe in Buddhism. I'll wait for you outside."

Buddhism talks about cause and effect. She is doing murderous business. It would be strange if she is willing to believe in Buddhism. Tang Yixian didn't know it and laughed. He called Zhengde to walk into the temple. As soon as they went, Zhang Yong, Miao Kui, and Lord Hua dared not chase him. They even followed the four or five guards behind him.

Yang Ling hurriedly said to Liu Biao: "Tomorrow morning, we will set off the camp and return to Beijing. Go back quickly and prepare."

When he turned around, he saw the Hong Madam's eyes wide open and asked strangely: "You are in Datong, why are you even the one with the surname Wu going to the temple now? Are you not afraid that someone will assassinate you?"

Yang Ling did not reveal that the pedestrians on the streets were even dressed by the big guards, and laughed and said, "That's not, it's just that your martial arts are the most powerful among these people. With you, I can't touch a hair of my hair, so they will naturally feel at ease."

Cui Ying'er snorted coldly, and then thought, her heart couldn't help but jump: "He...... Could it be that other people created opportunities to let us be alone?"

Seeing Yang Ling's reverent and approaching her, Cui Ying'er couldn't help but take a step back in panic. She just realized that she was blushing and suddenly remembered her identity. Her pretty face turned pale and bit her lips and stopped.

Yang Ling looked at the Hong Madam who was once calm and energetic, now the helpless child who was now looking at the army of Beijing, and somehow felt a thrust tightening in his heart. He felt an inexplicable love. He walked up gently and whispered: "We are going to set off for Beijing tomorrow morning."

The Hongniang felt relieved first, then lost, and she said in a daze: "Congratulations..."

"Hmm? Congratulations?" Yang Ling was a little surprised. Cui Ying'er blushed and said in a sarcasm: "No, take care of her all the way..." She paused and suddenly said in anger: "What are you talking about to me about this? If I hadn't been curing my illness for a fairy girl, when Black Harrier was injured better, I would have left."

Yang Ling looked at her calmly and suddenly said, "I heard what you said to Hei Yaozi that day."

Cui Ying'er's face suddenly changed. Yang Hu was angry with each other, but she was Yang Hu's wife. She was so ugly that they had been scolded by them. The people in the court knew that the shame was biting her heart like a poisonous snake.

Yang Ling sighed and said, "I... I have a word to tell you, if Lord Lingzun is willing to accept the court's envoy, you can come to Beijing to find me. I will definitely guarantee that your whole family is fine. Yang Hu will rebel and will definitely fail. Don't implicate the nine clans and kill them together!"

Cui Yinger suddenly looked up at him, and Yang Ling shook her head confidently and said, "I didn't lie to you, he has absolutely no chance of success! If you kill me, he will not be a big deal! If you kill the current emperor, he will not be a big deal either! Yang Hu's ability can only be a hero who is one side, never achieve the hegemony of the emperor, or a hero who is unparalleled!"

Seeing Cui Ying'er's face was pale, he couldn't accept his direct derogatory for a moment, and could not bear to continue talking. When he saw a down-and-out scholar sitting on the street, he was sitting on the case with a few rolls of paper on the table, he smiled and said, "I don't know if it's a fortune teller or a calligraphy and painting seller. Yixian should be coming out soon. Let's go there and sit and rest and wait for them to come out."

Cui Ying'er followed him to the desk without any idea. Today's fans sorted out the streets all day long. Now all the pedestrians and customers have changed into strange faces. This down-and-out scholar had long seen something wrong. In addition, the fact that the emperor was in Yangyuan is now waiting for rumors in the market. He couldn't help but guess that the group of people who entered the temple just now might be the imperial envoy, and even the current emperor is among them.

Then the man in front of him must have been a senior official of the court, so he stood up diligently and said, "Is this young master going to buy a secondary boxing painting?"

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

The poor scholar smiled with some reservations. Although he was poor, he felt proud when he mentioned his strengths. The scholar pointed to the rice paper spread on the table. He clenched his fists and said, "I don't have to hold the pen, just use my hands to draw landscape characters to ensure they are vivid. Do you want to try it?"

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Okay, then please draw a picture and wait and see."

"Please ask the young master to give a question, what kind of painting is drawn?" The poor scholar didn't expect that there would be business coming today. The buyer is still a senior official of the court. If the painting is good, rewards will naturally be indispensable.

Yang Ling looked around and couldn't find anything to see. He suddenly had an idea and said, "I'll ask you to paint a painting for the girl next to me. If it's a terrain, I... I will give you my own reward."

"Ah!" Cui Ying'er exclaimed softly, a little surprised and excited. She had been fiddling with swords, guns, sticks since she was a child. She had never painted a portrait, so although she wanted to refuse, she was eager to try.

The scholar nodded. He stroked his beard and looked at Hongniang for a moment. Then he rolled up his sleeves, opened a small jar, clenched his fists and dipped them ink. Suddenly, the edge of his palm, and the tip of his fists were painted on the paper with ink.

Cui Ying'er felt a little nervous and wanted to pretend to be disdainful, but she was afraid that the poor scholar would make himself look ugly, and her eyes became confused for a moment. The scholar's paintings were similar to modern sketches, only seeking truth and no artistic conception, but the old man only painted with a pair of fists. He didn't hit the draft, but his skills were absolutely extraordinary.

After a while, a portrait of a woman appeared vividly on the paper. Hongniang looked closer and saw that the person in the painting looked very beautiful and had a gentle look, which was exactly the same as the image he had seen in the mirror. Hongniang couldn't help but be surprised and happy. She stretched out her hand. As soon as her fingertips touched the drawing paper, she took it back.

Yang Ling also turned his head and looked at it carefully. At first glance, he looked surprised. The old man just smiled complacently, but Yang Ling suddenly shook his head and said, "No, no, no, this painting does not resemble."

The poor scholar's face turned red and said embarrassedly: "Young master, what's wrong with me? Please give me some advice, and I will make changes."

Yang Ling said: "The old man in the painting has a body like a weak willow, a waist like a flat, and a black eyebrows like a painting. There are all things that look like a picture, but this expression is gentle and gentle, and is pitiful, and it is definitely not similar to this girl.

This girl is generous and charming, and her cool and heroic appearance does not hide her gentleness. Although her appearance is beautiful, there are still many beauties in the world, but her arrogance of the world is no longer comparable to anyone in the world. If you lack this kind of momentum, you will be greatly inferior."

The Hongniang was confused for a moment. She understood the meaning of those praise words. But in general, Yang Ling praised her so highly, especially the sentence "No one in the world can match" but she could hear it clearly. Am I really that outstanding? Her eyes couldn't help but become hazy.

The old scholar glanced at Cui Ying'er. His facial features were delicate and charming. Although he was dressed in a warrior outfit, his eyebrows and eyes were covered with sadness. If it was said to be gentle and charming, it was true. How could there be any kind of heroic spirit? But who would not be able to get along with money? No matter how noble a scholar is, he would have to use money to eat, right?

The old master said, "I have ignored it, and I will draw another picture when I am going to draw another picture." As he said, he cheered up, splashed ink and fist, and looked like he gritted his teeth. At once, another beautiful picture was out of the cage. Cui Ying'er glanced at it and was stunned.

The same look, and the facial features did not change at all, but the person in the painting had a half-floating cloak, his long hair was in the air, and his beautiful face was full of heroic spirit. The momentum made people just take a look, and the image of the whole person came straight into his heart. The same image and different spirits were actually very different.

Yang Ling picked it up and looked at it, smiled with satisfaction, and blew it a few times on the painting's ink marks before it was dry. However, the blower was unintentional, and the viewer was intentional. The person in the painting was raising his lips and squeezing his chest. The red lady's heart was thrilling, and she suddenly felt that her chest was itchy, so she hurriedly snatched the painting.

Yang Ling said strangely: "Stop messing up, the ink traces are not dry yet."

Cui Ying'er smiled and said with a slight smugness: "I'm painting, what's the matter for you?"

Since she was taken to the capital by her and smiled in surprise, Yang Ling has never seen her show such a beautiful appearance again. Although she is very beautiful, she is very heroic and rarely smiles like a woman. Therefore, she occasionally smiles like clouds breaking open. The moonlight suddenly appears, and the flowers and branches move as charming as the shadows move. Yang Ling can't help but look at her.

Cui Ying'er saw his expression and suddenly smiled, her face gradually faded. After a while, she lowered her eyes and gently handed the painting back, and said with a straight face: "If we meet again tomorrow, if we meet again, I may be the time when we meet. I don't want your things, and I will cut it out happily when I cut you."

The old master's eyes almost fell out when he heard this. After watching for a while, he couldn't understand what the relationship between these two people was. Yang Ling took out a ingot of silver from his arms and put it on the table, picked up both paintings, and said, "I'll ask someone to frame them and give them to you. Just take it from your medical treatment. Don't you owe me anything."

Cui Ying'er snorted, turned around and left. Yang Ling chased after her and walked side by side with her. After a moment of silence, she suddenly said, "You don't owe me, I owe you what I owe you. If you meet again, just come and chop me, Yang will never use a knife to treat you."

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

Yang Ling thought about it and said seriously: "That won't work. I just said I won't cut you with a knife. But I didn't say I'd like to die under your sword. I can use weapons that don't hurt people, such as... Fish Net!"

Cui Ying'er was so angry that she walked away again. Yang Ling smiled bitterly while chasing her: "Just make you happy just by making you happy. You've been in a hurry for a hundred years. If you always think about troubles, how unfair life is?"

Cui Ying'er said nothing. Her jade hand tightly clamped her cloak, her heart was thrilled. Yang Ling wanted to say something but stopped, but stopped dejectedly: Even if the woman in front of her was tortured, how can she compensate her? Only a sigh.

At this moment, Tang Yixian grabbed Zhengde's ear and walked out of the temple and said coquettishly: "You kid, I said you were sneaky. OK, you wrote your prayer banner. Why did you write Xiao Huang, Yixian? What does it have to do with you?"

Zhengde said with a bitter face: "Girl let go, it hurts so much. I am not writing about you. I write about Xiao Huang Yixian. I can tell fortunes. Others call him Huang Yixian, right? Lord Wu?"

Tang Yixian sneered at him and said coquettishly: "Huang Yixian? You are Huang Daxian, and you are the weasel."

Lord Hua, Zhang Yong, Miao Kui and others followed behind, all with helpless expressions. When the four of them saw Yang Ling, they saw that Yang Ling had a bitter face. The four of them looked at each other, their hearts were thoughtful, and they shook their heads and sighed.

When Tang Yixian saw his cousin, he quickly let go of his hand and stuck out his tongue embarrassedly, but he was unwilling to give up. While Zhengde was not paying attention, he stomped him hard and ran towards Cui Ying'er with a smile on his face.

The emperor's ceremonial guard was about to return to Beijing. A group of gentry from Pu County, He and the county seat rushed to the front of the mansion and stood beside Lord Hua to greet the emperor.

The emperor slowly drove out, and the brigade passed by. There was still a carriage parked in front of the mansion. Wu Hanchao and more than a dozen guards were waiting from afar. Yang Ling stood in front of the carriage, and Cui Ying'er was opposite, and the two were speechless.

After a while, Yang Ling turned around and took a bag from the saddle bridge, put it on the shaft of the car and said, "Here, half of the red gold and half of the silver are the medical treatment for the girl."

He took out two scrolls of paintings from his sleeve and said, "These two paintings have been pasted. Although the woman in the painting has the same appearance, she is quite two. I still hope that the girl can have some insights from it, and she can be heroic and charming. Yesterday's words, please remember that Yang Hu is absolutely impossible. Since the old village of Cui's family has a huge impact in the Beilu Forest, I also hope that you can use this influence to persuade him to stop the horse!"

Cui Ying'er knew that her father was old and had a very stubborn personality. She was afraid that his enthusiasm would not be inferior to Yang Hu, so it would be easier to persuade him to turn back, but she had difficulty speaking, so she had to sigh, "I will do my best..."

She bent her eyelashes and trembled slightly, and there seemed to be waves in her eyes. She looked at Yang Ling for a moment before she said softly: "You are a good official. I wish you great things to be successful and everyone in the world is rich. By then... By then there will be no more people like us who want to rebel..."

Her tone was soft and melancholy.

Yang Ling looked back at the far-distance turret and whispered: "Please accept the painting, I'm going to go on the road."

Cui Ying'er slowly lowered her eyebrows and reached out to take the painting. The two of them touched their fingers and touched them slightly, and in an instant, they burst into lightning. At that moment, they seemed to touch a ray of bitterness in each other's heart.

Cui Ying'er turned her head and whispered: "From now on, I hope... I won't see you anymore!" She didn't want to see you again, so she didn't want to meet Yang Ling.

As if there was a little bit of a connection, Yang Ling didn't turn his head back, turned his horse on his back, waved his whip, and said hurriedly: "I hope I will part today and meet you from now on!"

The horse's hooves were clamoring, and more than a dozen guards rode their horses and whipped them, and they also followed Yang Ling. Cui Ying'er looked away for a moment, raised her eyebrows and suddenly reappeared a bit of long-lost heroic spirit: "No matter what, I always have to go back to the old village to try it. I can't let my father fall into Yang Hu's trick!"
Chapter completed!