Intrigue

"Dingdongdongdongdongdong...", the song was still playing intermittently, playing very seriously, although... it was a bit unpleasant, and the sound of singing was hoarse: "The sea is smiling, the tides on both sides of the straits are surging, and the ups and downs are recorded today..."

Feng Lei sat cross-legged beside him, looking at the ten fingers that were twisting and zipping, his eyebrows and eyelids jumped together.

Yang Ling pushed the door and walked in, smiling and said, "Okay, no need to play anymore."

The soldier who played the piano immediately stopped his hands, raised his head, spread his hands, his fingers dripping blood, and said pitifully: "Mr., the mark is not very good at using the piano, and his fingers are broken."

This soldier was a musical instrument in the army, responsible for beating the war drums and passing military orders in the battle, named Huang Xiaobo. Yang Ling was shocked when he saw the bloody fingers. When Ding Qing tapped, she realized that her fingers were only cut by the strings. Because she did not dare to stop without her own orders, the blood could not stop, so she dyed the other fingers blood.

Yang Ling quickly took out the Fangpa and said, "How could this happen? Quickly, bandage it quickly. This piano was finally found. The strings are a little astringent. Uh... you didn't wear a finger condom?"

Feng Lei's eyes flipped, and a cold light flashed in his palm. When he brushed the ground, the light handkerchief held in Yang Ling's palm was cut into two halves by him, which scared Yang Ling again and couldn't help but praise: "What a quick knife!"

Feng Lei hummed disdainfully and arrogantly put the knife on the sheath. Huang Xiaobo took two handkerchiefs and wrapped them around his two cut fingers. Then he said, "Biaoxia has no finger condom. Didn't you tell me to be louder, at least it has to be transmitted to the front yard?Biaoxia is not good at piano skills, and the strings are astringent. He thrust hard, which hurts his hand. But this song sounds extremely majestic. Duke, what is the name of the song you hummed?"

"Ah! This song is called... "A Laugh in the Sea"".

"Good song, the song that the Duke of the Kingdom is singing casually is not only good, but also good in name. When you mark it, you will definitely compose the song and pass it on to your descendants. This is the masterpiece of Duke of the Kingdom of Wei," Huang said with a smile.

Yang Ling laughed dryly and said, "You go down first and go to Miao's place to receive ten taels of silver rewards. My country's Duke is doing a military secret. In order to avoid the news leaking, you don't have to go back to the camp. You will stay in the inner courtyard for the time being, and you will be able to rest as soon as possible. Today's business is not allowed to tell anyone about it even if you cross the courtyard after you are in the official's place, otherwise you will be engaged in military law."

Huang Xiaowei didn't know what Yang Ling asked him to play the song, but seeing Yang Ling's seriousness, he couldn't help but feel nervous and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Duke Guo. Even if this matter is broken today, it will never be known."

Yang Ling said with satisfaction: "Go down."

"Cha" the door of the room was closed, and Feng Lei raised his eyebrows and said, "You already know that the man is the leader of Maitreya, why don't you use troops to capture him?"

Yang Ling smiled and said, "The rules of the officialdom are different from the Green Forest. Besides, it is good to be content with revenge, but you have to remember to kill snakes without dying. The White Lotus Sect has been passed down for hundreds of years. There are so many major leaders in each generation who were beheaded and scouted. But has this sect never recovered from now on?

A huge sect with hundreds of years of inheritance has its own complete internal system to kill a leader. They will stop and select new leaders. If they want to do it, they have to find out his background and hurt his vitality. I have told Ying'er and I in detail about this."

Yang Ling did not want him to know about the relationship between Li Fuda, King of Jin, Wuding, Guo Xun, and the possible installation of many close friends in the army, so he only said the meaning of luring the snake out of the hole and catching it all in one go. However, he was careless and called out Cui Ying'er's name. Feng Lei was stunned when he heard this, "Ying'er?"

In fact, although the girl's name is always secret, Hongniangzi is so arrogant and does not have such a hint of humility. Many people know her name, especially the old guys in the old village of Cuijia, Ying'er and Ying'er are calling each other all day long, even if others don't want to know it. But except for the uncles of Hongniangzi, no one dares to call her so intimately.

Feng Lei immediately felt a strange feeling in his heart when he heard Yang Ling call Miss Cui this way. He felt a little panicked. Yang Ling knew that he had made up his words, but he thought he didn't know Cui Ying'er's name. After he hesitating, he said calmly: "Oh, I'm talking about the Hongniang Miss Cui."

Feng Lei stammered and said, "You...you call Miss Cui Ying'er?"

Yang Ling admires the ability of this tiger general. He can fight Wu Hanchao with all his strength and use his own tricks to defeat the earthlings. He should be considered a first-class expert. After Ying'er goes out of the frontier, he will be more safe with such an expert, so he is very polite to Feng Lei.

Now that he has already said something, instead of hiding and arousing suspicion, it is better to admit it openly. Besides, if he knew his relationship with Ying'er, he would definitely believe in his sincerity in recruiting and maintaining their sincerity, and be at ease to do things for the court. So Yang Ling replied frankly: "Well. This matter is a long story. I met Ying'er and met Ying'er, which has been a lot of trouble, and some of the inside stories are not convenient for you to know, but... I can tell you that Ying'er is my woman now!"

When Feng Lei heard it, he was like five thunders thunders, and he was irritated. He stood there and couldn't even say a word. Yang Ling was not surprised to see him surprised. He was always hostile to Ying'er for so long. He was still leading his troops to kill him a few days ago. Now anyone who heard her relationship with him would be shocked.

He smiled and said to Feng Lei: "I'll go see Eunuch Miao first, and I'll accompany you out of the camp later and take you back to the mountain." Yang Ling turned out of the house and turned to another room. Feng Lei was in a state of dismay, his heart was surging, and he was stunned for a long time and could not calm down.

In that room, Eunuch Miao was just holding his hands behind his back and explaining to a soldier in front of him: "We have served two generations of emperors. The emperor knows every move and every word and smile. Don't worry, do what we told you, and you must dress like a look. Of course, this dragon robe cannot be worn for you, and it will not look like an emperor when you wear it. The emperor's temperament is not in that piece of clothing. You have to..."

As soon as he said this, Yang Ling pushed the door and walked in. The soldier turned his head and saw it. He hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted: "I have seen the Duke of the State."

"Look, look at the things that are not promising, remember, from now on, you have to treat yourself as the emperor, and turn around when there is a little movement? You have to wait for others to turn around and kowtow to you. This is called being solemn, you have to be calm and angry. Also, sitting, standing, walking, walking, a look, and a smile are all very knowledgeable..."

Instructor Miao was very dissatisfied. He trained the soldier so that his head was drooping and did not dare to say anything. This man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome face and a heroic face, which was six or seventy percent similar to Emperor Zhengde. Li Fuda had only seen the emperor from afar, and with a series of psychological hints that had been given to him before. He only needed to train well, and this man should be able to hide it from him.

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Eunuch Miao should not be too strict, as this scares him even more insecure. But you should understand Eunuch Miao's words carefully. Remember, keep telling yourself that I... are the emperor, the only emperor in the world, and the only emperor. The emperor walks and looks at people, and speaks very differently from ordinary people. How can you be timid?

Yang Ling said again: "You want to play the emperor, and the emperor pretends to be an ordinary lieutenant and mingle in the army. Eunuch Miao and I, as well as the guards around me, will respect you and deliberately disagree with you, so as not to cause doubt. And you are the lieutenant, so you don't have to worry about dressing up, but you just have to be careful in your behavior.

Remember, even if there are thousands of troops around you, you must think that there is no one in your heart. Even if Eunuch Miao and I stand in front of you, we must be calm and not have a sense of awe. You must have such a thought: You are the highest and the greatest, only others bow to you, and your back is not bent down for others, do you understand?"

The soldier blushed and responded repeatedly, Yang Ling said again: "Eunuch Miao hurry up and train, I'll go and send Feng Lei off. You don't have to be too nervous to tell him. I won't let them meet directly. At most, let that person take a look at him from afar. Haha, the protagonist of the playground must be your Eunuch Miao."

Miao Kui smiled and agreed, walking over while walking, bent his waist, and a flattering smile appeared on his face. He held the arm of the flattered captain and walked on a small trail: "Your Majesty, please wait, I will pour tea for the emperor."

Yang Ling smiled and turned around and walked out of the room. He heard a roar inside: "You were born from a donkey? Ah! You didn't drink it all in one gulp, and you smacked your lips. Look at your bad character, stand up for our family and do it again!"

"Your Majesty, please wait, I will give you..."

Yang Ling listened with his ears, smiled bitterly, and left...

Qiu Yipin sat down in his room with panting and looked around, and seemed to be satisfied with the environment. The chef at Commander Luo respectfully poured him a cup of tea. Qiu Yipin drank it in one sip, waved his chubby bear paw and said, "Let's go to the kitchen first."

The chef smiled and said, "Hey, Master Qiu, why don't you take a break?"

Qiu Yipin glared and said, "When you arrive at the kitchen, you will rest. How can you not be familiar with your own territory? Stop talking nonsense, lead the way."

Qiu Yipin followed the chef to the inner kitchen. Seeing that the place was clean and tidy, all kinds of household work should be prepared. He put his hands behind his back, nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly looked around and asked, "Hey, where is my knife magazine? So important things, where is this for me?"

Several apprentices and the guy looked at each other, and someone asked, "I said you didn't take it?"

"Didn't I carry the material box? I thought it was yours."

Qiu Yipin was annoyed and shouted, "Don't be poor, Lao Cheng, go to the car to search, and take my knife magazine back."

A stubborn and honest stubborn stunning whistle responded and hurried out. The old man was still collecting the land on the road, an old man who escaped from the desert. Qiu Yipin was compassionate and asked him to get in the car and take him for a ride.

The two of them chatted in the car for a while, and heard that he was coming to Jingjingyi to cook for Duke Wei from Jingguo. The old man immediately flattered him and smiled with compliments. The old man took advantage of the situation and asked him to be a underground man who chopped firewood, and Master Qiu agreed with mercy. Of course, in addition to compassion, the most important thing is that the old man doesn't need wages.

Old Man Cheng hurriedly ran out of the front yard gate and flipped through the donkey carriage parked on the roadside. He had just found Qiu Yipin's kitchen knife box, and dozens of people came out of the yard, each of whom was leading a war horse. A Qianhu, who had just stepped into the gate, whispered: "Dude, are you going out?"

Then a clear voice said, "Oh, go outside the town to relax and relax."

Old Man Cheng had just got out of the car with the knife magazine in his arms, and when he heard this, he quickly turned around and placed the knife magazine on the car to pretend to tidy it up. His ears were standing up, and he kept paying attention to the movements of Yang Ling and others.

Yang Ling stood among the guards, whispering to Feng Lei while walking. He did not explain how he met and fell in love with Hong Niangzi, because many of them were not worthy of being told by outsiders. And once detailed, it would be necessary to mention Yang Hu's killing of Yi's brothers by his back. Yang Hu was dead, and he would have buried his sins in the loess. It would be unkind to say it to others at this time.

While asking about the situation in the two heavens and earth in the mountains, he explained his own arrangements to him. Feng Lei was calm on his face, but his heart was like a huge wave. Yang Ling's words were heard a little and he didn't even know him.

It's okay that many years of unrequited love have been silently accumulated in his heart, precipitating and accumulating, and perhaps buried deep for a lifetime. But I met Hong Niang again. I fought side by side, and heard that she was in harmony with Yang Hu until Yang Hu died. The desire to suppress it with reason quickly fermented and expanded.

Looking around the white-clothed army, he was the only one who was matched with the Red Lady. Feng Lei thought he would be able to hold the beauty back sooner or later. I don’t know how long it has been to do this beautiful dream. Who would have thought that another Yang Ling would come out of thin air?

Yang Ling's appearance, life experience, official position, status, and anything else is far from his reach. What does he fight with others? Feng Lei's heart is like fried. Jealousy, pain, and disappointment are intertwined, and the five flavors are mixed together. The bitterness is hard to describe.

The two of them had their own thoughts and walked while talking, without paying attention to a servant who was rumbling on the car by the side of the road. Seeing Duke Wei walking over surrounded by a team of personal soldiers, Old Man Cheng glanced alertly, quietly opened the box cover, pulled out a shiny cow-eared knife and hid it in his sleeve, then stuffed the knife magazine into the car, and followed behind as if nothing had happened.

After leaving the military camp, Yang Ling and others turned over and galloped slowly along the forest road. Old Man Cheng touched around, covering his stomach as if he was looking for a place to relieve his hands. Then he walked towards a poplar forest next to him and entered the forest to avoid the eyes of the soldiers. He immediately walked quickly and stepped straight into the dense forest, taking the shortcut to the front of the winding road.

The road in the forest was narrow, and the guards lined up in one line, with only three horses in parallel at most. Yang Ling and Feng Lei walked with one another. Feng Lei, who was confused, had some evil thoughts flashed in his heart. He couldn't help but hold the steel knife at his waist: "

As long as you raise your hand and slash, Yang Ling will have a different body and head. There are only less than twenty guards behind him. No one is my opponent. If they kill them all, no one will doubt me. The court still needs us to serve him, so we can still go out of seclusion. Even if Ying'er is sad, she should be indifferent a year or two. If I ask her for marriage at that time, I will definitely succeed, one knife! I only need one knife!"

Feng Lei killed no matter how many people were killed, and he had no regrets. He had never been so difficult, but now he kept urging himself to draw his sword, but the knife was firmly embedded in the scabbard like a pipe, so he could not pull out a point.

The horse's hooves were pedaling, and his heart was like the chaotic horse's hooves, and it was hard to calm down. No one prunes the trees in the forest, and branches often poked out. Yang Ling no longer talked, looked ahead with concentration, rode his horse lightly, relaxing his body, and never noticed that Feng Lei beside him had murderous intentions.

Feng Lei fought in his heart and struggled: Should he be ignorant of his conscience and eliminated his love rival, or to give up the beauty who is within his reach? This choice is so difficult.

The trees on the left side of the front are gradually sparse, a small river with gurgling water, and wild grasses and radish vines have set up a green barrier of more than one person. The right side has tilted upwards and stretched to a mountain. As soon as the trees are sparse, the cool breeze will rise. Although the wind in the forest is buzzing, Feng Lei's forehead is still sweating nervously.

He lowered his head and gritted his teeth, and was not sure of his mind. A loud shout from the tree beside the road. A figure suddenly jumped down like an eagle. Feng Lei had been practicing martial arts for many years, and he had become a habit. He suddenly heard a loud shout. The long sword that had not been pulled out for a long time in his palm had choked and jumped into his palm, like a pool of autumn water scattered in the sky.

He looked up and saw a man with a masked face in a green scarf holding a sharp knives in his hand, avoiding the six guards leading the way ahead, and stabbing towards Yang Ling like an arrow. His agile body was obviously a master with extremely high martial arts skills, such a fast body movement. With such a sudden attack, Yang Ling had no physiology after this knife.

The world of Sumeru is hidden in mustard seeds; the heart of the spiritual platform is a blink of an eye for a hundred years. It is shocked in an instant. The only person who can pass by the sharp knife is probably the only person's heart. The ground knife in Fenglei's hand was already about to slash like lightning, but suddenly stopped.

The man was determined to win Yang Ling, and his body projected very quickly. Moreover, he did not seem to have expected that there was a master of swords among the guards. He was in the air and could not change his body at all. As long as Feng Lei took action, he could cut him into two pieces to solve the problem for Yang Ling.

But Feng Lei clenched the long sword, and the strong muscles on his arms became tense like a dragon. A feeling of relief suddenly flashed in his heart: I can't kill him, otherwise I will be uneasy when facing the eldest lady for the rest of my life. I'm even more sorry for the moral and conscience of the ghosts and gods in the world, but can I not save him? I was only one minute slower, and I was "caught off guard" as long as I was a little slower...

Feng Lei's heart was raised to his throat. He looked at Yang Ling, who was shocked and killed, and raised his head in surprise, exposing his throat to the front of the sharp-eared cattle knife that was stabbing over; he saw the six guards in front of him turn back when they heard the sound, and scolded him in a flash, and drew their swords and fought back; he saw the masked man in blue-clothed clothes pounced on Yang Ling without hesitation, looking like he was trying to cut Yang Ling's throat even if he had been filled with his heart.

Everything was in the middle of lightning, but in Feng Lei's eyes, everything seemed so slow. He could see the cold light reflected on the assassin's blade, the breeze swung slightly through the masked man's clothes, the dust rolled up at the feet of the guard who was snatching off the horse and swinging his sword, and the lines on Yang Ling's face with the twisted muscles due to horror.

The cold light rustled, pointing straight to the throat, and blood splattered for five steps, only in a moment.

As a traitor, the Thunder Sword took action suddenly with a piece of wind and thunder.

Wangqing took a knife and cut off his last trace of delusion.

The knife was too late to slash at the assassin, and directly faced the short knife. With a "kneel" sound, the knife carried a cold light and flew away to the point of being gone. The assassin was shaken to the air and staggered back two steps after landing, and said in surprise: "Feng Lei? Have you surrendered to the court?!"

Feng Lei looked in shock, stared at the familiar eyes, and listened to his voice, and also screamed strangely: "Uncle Cheng Er, aren't you dead yet?"

"assassinate?"

Li Fuda shook his head and said firmly: "It's impossible!"

He thought for a while and said, "The guards of Jingjingyi were originally very strict. If the emperor was really here, the internal defense would have been more strict. It would be easier to come out from inside. It would be as difficult as climbing the sky to enter. The assassin was afraid that before he could reach the imperial envoy's headquarters, he would be surrounded by Yangling's three thousand iron guards."

"So, can't we sit and watch this good opportunity slip away from us?"

Jiang Nanyan was a little restless: "Master, you often say that you should know how to see the opportunity and seize the opportunity. This is the best opportunity. If the emperor is assassinated, Yang Ling will definitely be done. The emperor has no heirs, and all the vassal kings will inevitably be blinded.

At this moment, King Ning rose up in the south and our incense army responded to it in the north, and the world was at your fingertips. The opportunity should not be missed, and the time should not come again. The leader must seize this opportunity."

"Take slow, take your breath, hahaha," Li Fuda said calmly, but his hands that were pouring tea were shaking, so that the tea water swayed slightly, and a small teacup was almost spilled out.

"First of all, we have to figure out whether the emperor really used the same trick again and mingled into the army to play in the battlefield. If the emperor is here, there will inevitably be many clues to be found, but without conclusive evidence, we must not take action easily. This is a major event where success leads to the country, and failure leads to death."

Speaking of this, Li Fuda's mood gradually stabilized. He continued: "Use the method of assassination, unless he is willing to come out, but after the lessons of Bai Dengshan encirclement, Yang Ling was responsible for it and definitely did not dare to do so. I think back to Yang Ling's words today. He said that he would capture and capture the white-clothed bandit leader alive and hold a celebration banquet to ask the emperor for his merits. This is a questionable statement.

If the emperor is in the army, it sounds natural. But we can't wait until then to take action. If we attack your and my martial arts suddenly, we can kill the emperor at the banquet, but we can't escape. If we want to kill the emperor, we can escape unscathed. Only... we can only mobilize our troops and mutiny in front of the formation!"

Jiangnan Yan said, "If this happens, our power will be exposed to them. If it is not successful, wouldn't it be a loss? If it succeeds, it will inevitably become the target of public criticism. Without King Ning's response in time, we may be able to retreat to Taihang Mountain and protect our strength. How can we win the world if we do not have a timely response? "

Li Fuda's eyes flashed with an almost crazy gaze, and he said slowly: "Those who achieve great things must not only judge the situation, but also have the courage to make decisions. Of course, I have to figure out whether the emperor is really in the army. Only then can I decide how much bet it is. If it is true, as long as he kills him, the overall situation will be decided. As quiet as a virgin, and as if he is moving as a rabbit, how can I let go of such a chance to win?"

When he said this, he suddenly stopped talking and held the teacup and quietly for a while, Li Fuda slowly said: "This is my plan. First find out whether the emperor is in the army or not. Everything will be over. We will continue to hide and wait for a better opportunity to revive. If the little emperor is in Yangling's headquarters, then..."

He stretched out his finger and said, "First, we will mobilize all our strength and give our all our strength. We are seeking wealth and honor in danger. Although I have always been cautious in doing things, when I really decide the outcome, I must do my best, advance but not retreat, and be willing to spend money."
To be continued...