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Chapter 419

"Ding Dong Dong Dong ...", the tune is still playing intermittently, playing it very seriously, although ... it is a bit unpleasant to play, and the voice of the singing is quite hoarse: "The sea laughs, the cross-strait tide, floats Suilangji now ... ".

Feng Lei sat cross-legged next to him, slashing his knees, looking at the ten fingers twitching, his eyebrows and eyelids jumping together.

As soon as Yang Ling pushed the door of the room and walked in, he smiled and said: "Okay, don't have to play again."

The soldier who played the piano immediately stopped his hand, raised his head, opened his hands, his fingers were bloody, and said pitifully: "Duke Guo, it will not make the piano too much, and his fingers are broken."

This soldier is a musical instrument player in the army. He is responsible for beating the war drums and passing military orders during the battle. It is called Huang Xiaobo. Yang Ling couldn't help but look at the **** fingers, Ding Qing only saw that she was only scratched by the strings, because she didn't dare to stop without her own orders, and she couldn't stop the blood. Fingers were stained with blood.

Yang Ling quickly took out the square par and said, "How could this happen? Hurry up, bandage up, this piano is hard to find, the strings are a bit awkward, uh ... you don't wear finger cots?"

Feng Lei's eyes rolled, the cold light flashed in his palm, and he brushed the ground. The light and light handkerchief placed in Yang Ling's palm was cut in half by him, and Yang Ling was startled again. He couldn't help but praise: "Good knife! "

Feng Lei snorted dismissively and returned the knife to the sheath arrogantly. Huang Xiaobo took over two handkerchiefs and wrapped their two scratched fingers around each other randomly. Then he said: "There is no finger sleeve under the label. You are not instructed The sound is louder, at least it has to be transmitted to the front yard? The label is not good at piano skills, and the strings are jerky. Tough fiddle, this hurts the hand. But the song sounds very powerful, the country Grandpa, what is the name of this song you hum? "

"Ah! This song is called" Lang Haihai laugh ".

"Good song, this song sung by the Grandfather Guo Guo, not only good songs, but even the name, it must be written down and passed down to future generations. This is the masterpiece of Grandpa Guo Wei. "" Huang Xiaowei's eyes danced authentically.

Yang Lingqian laughed twice and said, "Go down first and go to the Miao Gong Gong to receive twelve rewards. Your father-in-law is doing an important thing for a military aircraft. You do n’t have to go back to the camp for fear of leaking news. Stay, just to recover from the injury. Today's thing. Even across the courtyard behind the official land, you should not confide a word to anyone else, otherwise the military law will be engaged. "

Huang Xiaowei didn't even know what Yang Ling asked him to play the tunes, but seeing Yang Ling's seriousness, he couldn't help getting nervous and hurriedly said: "Duke Guo is at ease. Today, this matter is rotten in the belly of the standard, and absolutely Won't make people know. "

Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction: "Go on."

"Hou" closed the door of the room, Feng Lei raised his eyebrows and said: "You already know that the man is the Master of Maitreya, why don't you use soldiers to catch him?"

Yang Ling smiled and said with a smile: "The officialdom has officialdom rules. It is different from the green forest. Moreover, happy enmity is certainly good, but it also has to remember that the snake will not die and the future will be endless. The Bailian religion has been handed down for hundreds of years. There are so many chieftains in each generation, but has this sect collapsed since then?

With a huge sect that has been passed down for hundreds of years, it has a complete internal system that kills a leader. They halted their flags for a while, and then they will choose a new leader. If they want to do it, they will have to find out his details, and he will be seriously hurt. Yinger and I talked about this in detail. "

Regarding the relationship between Li Fuda and King Jin, Wu Dinghou Guo Xun, and the possibility of placing many cronies in the army, Yang Ling didn't want him to know, so he only said the meaning of attracting snakes out of the hole and sweeping through the net. But he was negligent for a while. Calling Cui Ying'er's name, Feng Lei couldn't help but listen. Startled: "Yinger?"

In fact, although the girl ’s name is always secret, but the red girl is green and arrogant, how can she be so embarrassed, many people know her girl name, especially the old guys in Cui ’s old village called Yingying Yinger all day long , Even if others do n’t want to know. It's just that no one dared to call her so intimately but a few uncles.

Feng Lei listened to Yang Ling calling Miss Cui this way, and a strange feeling immediately rose in her heart, a little panicked. Yang Ling knew that he was wrong and thought he did not know Cui Ying'er's name. After a moment of hesitation, he calmly said, "Oh, I'm talking about the red lady Cui girl."

Feng Lei stammered: "You ... do you call Miss Cui Yingying?"

Yang Ling appreciates the skill of this tiger general. He can fight against Wu Hanchao with all his strengths, and he can make unbeaten tricks. They should be regarded as first-class masters. After Yinger got out of the plug, such masters would be more safe, so he Very polite to Feng Lei.

At this time, since he has said that he has missed his mouth, it is better to admit it than to hide his suspicions. Moreover, if he is known about his relationship with Ying'er, he must believe in his own sincerity and maintain their sincerity. , So Yang Ling replied frankly: "Well. It's a long story. I met Yinger very much, and it's been a lot of setbacks. Some inner feelings are not convenient for you to know, but ... I can tell you that now, Yinger is me Woman! "

Feng Lei sounded like five thunders, and the whole person was numb, and standing there couldn't even say a single word. Yang Ling was not surprised to see that he was surprised. He and Ying'er had been an official and a bandit. They had been antagonizing their relationship for so long. Since they had led soldiers to kill them a few days ago, whoever listened to her relationship with herself I'm just afraid to be shocked.

He smiled and said to Feng Lei: "I will go to see Miao Gongju first, and then I will accompany you to the camp and send you back to the mountain." Yang Ling turned around and walked to another room, Feng Lei lost his soul, and his heart was surging. Froze there for a long time.

In that room, Miao Gongzheng just explained to a soldier in front of his back with his hands: "Our family has served two generations of emperors, and the emperor knows every move, every word and smile. It looks like this. This dragon robe, of course, cannot be worn for you, and it is not like the emperor. The emperor's style is not there. You have to ... ".

He had just mentioned this, Yang Ling walked in as soon as he pushed the door, and the soldier turned his head to see it, and hurriedly clenched his fist to perform the military salute: "I have seen Grandpa Guo under the sign."

"Look at it, look at it, something that hasn't made a difference, remember, from now on. You have to treat yourself as emperor, and the door turns a little when you move? You have to wait for someone to turn around and knock on you, which is called style. You have to be calm and angry, and this sitting, standing, walking, walking, one look, one smiling face, are very learned ... ".

Instructor Miao was greatly dissatisfied. Training the little soldier to pull his head down and dare not dare to say no. This man is about seventeen or eighty years old, with a clear eyebrow and a glorious face, similar to Emperor Zhengde by six or seven points. Li Fuda had only seen the emperor from afar, plus the previous series of psychological hints for him. Just training well, this man should be able to hide him.

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Don't be too strict with Grandpa Miao, so that scares him even more emboldened. But you should understand the words of Grandpa Miao. Remember, keep telling yourself, I ... is the emperor, There is a unique and supreme emperor in the world. The emperor walks, looks at and speaks very differently from ordinary people. How can you be like a cower? "

Yang Ling again said: "You want to pretend to be the emperor. The emperor is disguised as an ordinary school captain in the army. My father-in-law and Miao. And the guards around you will respect you and deliberately disrespect you, so as not to cause doubt And you, the school captain, do n’t have to worry about dressing up, but be careful with your manners.

You remember, even if there are thousands of troops around to support you. You have to think that you are not alone. Even if Grandpa Miao and I stand in front of you, we must have a calm attitude. There must be no awe. You have to have such a thought: you are the tallest, you are the biggest, only someone else bows your head to you, your waist and pole are not likely to bend down, understand? "

The soldier blushed repeatedly, and Yang Ling said again: "Mr. Gong Miao, hurry up and train. I'll send Feng Lei. Tell him not to be too nervous. I won't let them go directly to the ground. Take a look, hehe, the protagonist of the play, you must be your father-in-law. "

Miao Kui smiled, and as he promised, she walked over, bent her waist, and put a flattering smile on her face, holding the flattering arm of the flattered lieutenant, taking a small broken walk: "Emperor, you slow down Son, the slave-servant poured tea to the emperor. "

Yang Ling smiled, turned around and walked out of the room, and heard a roar from inside: "Are you born by donkeys? Ah! Which one took a sip and slurped, look at your bad virtue, give Let's stand up and start again! "

"Emperor, you slow down, the slave-servant gives you ...".

Yang Ling listened to his ears, smiled bitterly, and walked away ...

Qiu Yipin sat down in his own room breathlessly, looked around, and seemed to be satisfied with the environment. Chef Luo commanded the man to pour him a cup of tea with respect, Qiu Yipin drank it, and waved chubby Xiong palm said: "Go, go to the kitchen to see first."

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

Qiu Yipin glared: "When you get to the kitchen, you'll be resting. Can you still be familiar with the site? Don't talk nonsense, lead the way."

Qiu Yipin followed the chef to the inner house, and looked at the place. It was clean and tidy. There were all kinds of housework that he should have. He held his hands, nodded in satisfaction, and suddenly looked around and asked: "Hey, what about my knife box? What an important thing, where did this go for me?"

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

"Am I carrying a suitcase? I thought you were carrying it."

Qiu Yipin was annoyed and shouted: "Don't be too poor, old Chengtou, go and find it in the car, then my knife box will be brought back."

A half-century old man with a sturdy figure and a handsome face responded quickly and hurried out. The old man still reclaimed his land on the road. He was an old deserted man. Qiu Yipin showed mercy for a while and greeted him to get on the bus and ride him.

The two chatted in the car for a while, and heard that he had come to Jingjingyi to cook for Grandpa Wei Guo from Jingli. The old man immediately flattered and smiled at his flattered eyebrows. The old man took advantage of the situation and asked him to be a firewood underground, and Master Qiu agreed. Of course, apart from compassion, the most important thing is that this old man does not have to pay.

Old Man Cheng hurriedly ran out of the front yard gate and flipped on the donkey cart wagon parked on the side of the road. Just after finding Qiu Yipin's kitchen knife box, dozens of people came out of the yard, each of them led a horse, and a thousand households who had just entered the gate loudly said: "Government Grandpa, this is going to go out? "

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

Old Man Cheng just got out of the car holding the knife box, and he hurriedly turned around when he heard this, and put the knife box on the car to pretend to sort it out. Both ears stood upright, keeping an eye on the movement of Yang Ling and others.

Yang Ling led the horse and stood among the guards, whispering with Feng Lei while walking. He did not explain how to meet and love the Red Lady, because many of these things are not humane. And once detailed, it must be mentioned that Yang Hu's back righteousness killed the righteous brother. Yang Hu was dead, and any sins were buried in the loess with him. At this time, it would be kind to listen to others.

He inquired about the situation in the mountains and the sky, and explained to him his own arrangements. Feng Lei was calm on the face, but his heart was like a violent wave. Yang Ling's words were somewhat heard in his ears, even he didn't know himself.

For many years, Sing Acacia has nothing to do. It has been silently backlogged in his heart, precipitated, accumulated, and maybe buried so deeply in his life. But met again with the red lady. And they fought side by side, and heard that she and Yang Hu lost their harmony until Yang Hu died, the kind of desire to suppress with reason and desire to quickly swell.

Looking around the white army up and down, the only person who matches the red lady is him alone. Feng Lei thought that he would be able to hold the beauty back sooner or later, and I do n’t know how long this dream has been done. Who would think of killing another Yang Ling out of thin air? ?

Yang Ling's appearance, life experience, official position and status. Anything is the same. They are far from him, what is he fighting against others? Feng Lei's heart is like frying. Jealousy, pain, and disappointment are intertwined, and the bitterness is mixed.

The two thought about each other and walked while talking, not paying attention to a layman who was rolling in the car by the roadside. Seeing Wei Guogong walking past surrounded by a team of personal soldiers, Old Man Cheng glanced around cautiously, quietly opened the lid, pulled out a brightly-armed cow-ear sharp knife in his sleeve, and then put the knife towards the car. Nei Yisai followed casually.

After leaving the barracks, Yang Ling and others turned their horses and walked slowly along the forest road. Old Man Cheng ran around, covering his stomach as if looking for a solution, and then walked to a piece of Yang woods next to him. When the woods were out of sight of the sentry soldiers, he quickly moved quickly, plunged straight through the dense forest, and took a short cut to the front of the winding road.

The road in the middle of the forest is narrow, and the guards are lined up in a row. There are only three horses in parallel. Yang Ling and Feng Lei go side by side. Feng Lei, who is confused and confused, somehow flashed a trace of evil thoughts in his heart. Live a steel knife in the waist: "

As long as he raised his hand, Yang Ling would have to be in a different place in the head. There were only twenty guards behind him. No one was my opponent. When he killed them all, no one would doubt me. The court still needs us to work for us. We can still go out of the customs, even if Ying'er is sad, it should be indifferent after one or two years. At that time, if I ask her for marriage ... I will be successful, a knife! I just need a knife! "

Feng Lei kills people without counting, the knife has no regrets, and it has never been so difficult. .

The horseshoe stepped on, and his heart was like the messy horseshoe, which was hard to calm down. The trees in the forest were not trimmed, and branches often protruded. Yang Ling no longer talked, looked at him intently, galloped, relaxed, and never noticed that the thunder beside him actually killed him. .

In Feng Lei's heart, heaven and humans are fighting and struggling: Is it a conscience to remove love rivals, or to give up the beauty at your fingertips? This choice is so difficult.

The forest on the left side is becoming thinner, a small river with gurgling water, weeds and vines support a green barrier that is more than one person tall. When the trees are thin, the breeze rises. Despite Lin Zhongshan's wind habits, the thunder forehead was still sweating nervously.

He lowered his head and gritted his teeth. He was undecided in his mind. There was a loud shout on the tree beside the road. A figure suddenly leapt like an eagle. The long knife that was hard to pull out in the palm of the palm for a long time has choked with a screaming palm, like a big autumn water across the sky.

He swiftly raised his head and saw a masked man with a green towel, holding a cow-ear pointed knife, avoiding the six guards who had opened the way ahead, and was stabbing towards Yang Ling. Abnormal skill in the body is obviously a martial arts practice the family very high, such a quick stature. Such an abrupt attack, this knife continued, Yang Ling cut off no physiology.

The Sumiya world, hidden in mustard seeds; Lingtai is inch-sized, with a finger spanning a hundred years. Instant shock. The only one who is faster than the sharp knife is probably the human heart. The ground knife in Feng Lei's hand was about to split like lightning, but suddenly stopped.

That man was bound to get Yang Lingzhi, and his body projection was extremely fast. Moreover, he didn't seem to expect that the guards had such a master with a sword. In the air, they could not change their shape at all. As long as Feng Lei shot, he could cut him into two interceptions to replace Yang Ling.

But Feng Lei clenched the long knife, and the strong muscles on his arm were all tense up, and he was like a dragon, but suddenly there was a thought of relief in his heart: I can't kill him, so I will face the young lady all my life. Also uneasy. I am even more sorry for the conscience of heaven, earth, ghosts, gods and gods, but can I not save him? It ’s only one point slower, I ’m ‘unprepared’, just one point slower ...

Feng Lei's heart mentioned in his throat. He watched Yang Ling, who was shocked and killed, raised his head and exposed his throat in front of the stabbing cattle ear sharp knife. He watched the six guards in front turn back, Suddenly yelling and scolding, he drew back the knife and fought back; watching the Tsing Yi masked man holding the knife flew to Yang Ling without looking back. Even a pair of arrows will save your heart. It is also necessary to **** Yang Ling's throat coldly in front.

Everything is between electro-optical flint, but in the eyes of Feng Lei. Everything seems to be so slow, he can see the cold light on the assassin's blade, he can see the wind swaying slightly over the masked man's coat, and he can see that the horse has been robbed. The dust rolled up at the feet of the bodyguard who swooped at the sword and saw the twisted muscle lines on Yang Ling's face.

Han Mansao swayed, pointing directly at the throat, blood splattered in five steps, only between the whiskers.

The ghost was so miserable that Feng Lei Di knife carried a wind and thunder, Huo Ran shot.

The unforgettable shot cut off his last trace of delusion.

The knife was too late to slash at the assassin and faced the short knife straight. The sound of "Keng" landed, and the knife carried a cold ray of light, flying without knowing whereabouts. The assassin was shocked and fell overturned. After landing, he stumbled back two steps and said in shock: "Feng Lei? Did you descend to the court?"

Feng Lei looked blankly, staring at those familiar eyes, listening to his voice, and also making a strange cry: "Uncle Cheng, are you still dead?"

"assassinate?"

Li Fuda shook his head and said firmly: "It is impossible to break!"

He thought for a while and said: "The guards of Jingjingyi are originally very strict. If the emperor is really here, the internal defense will be more rigorous. It is easy to get out from inside. It is as difficult as going into the sky. The assassin is afraid that he has not arrived at the mission. Has been surrounded by Yang Ling's three thousand iron guards. "

"So, can't we just sit back and watch this good opportunity to slip away from our hands?"

Jiang Nanyan was a little restless: "Master, you often say that you need to understand opportunities and seize opportunities. This is the best opportunity. If the emperor is assassinated, Yang Ling will inevitably die. The emperor has no heirs.

At this moment, King Ning lifted up in the south, and our Xiang Army made peace with it in the north, and the world is at your fingertips. Opportunity is not to be missed, the time is no longer here, and the leader must seize this opportunity. "

"Come slowly, let's calm down, huh, huh," Li Fuda said calmly, but the hand that was pouring tea was shaking, so that the tea was shaking slightly, and a small cup of tea was almost spilled.

"First of all. We have to figure out whether the emperor really reapplyed his old tricks to join the army to play on the battlefield. If the emperor is here, there will be many clues to be found, but there is no solid evidence. We must not easily do it. This is a major event that seeks to succeed in the country and loses life if you lose. "

Speaking of which, Li Fuda's mood gradually stabilized. He continued: "With the method of puncturing the ground, unless he is willing to come out, but after the lesson of Baishan Mountaineering, Yang Ling bears a heavy responsibility and dared not to do so. I now recall that Yang Ling said today, he said he wanted to live and capture The leader of the white bandits, a celebration feast for us to ask the emperor for merit, this is debatable.

If the emperor is in the army. It sounds logical. But we can't wait until that time, if you and my martial arts start to make trouble, we can kill the emperor at the banquet, but we can't get rid of it, if we can kill the emperor, we can retreat. Only ... Only the men who mobilized us, the mutiny before the battle! "

Jiang Nanyan moved and said: "If this is the case, our forces are all exposed to them, if they are unsuccessful. Isn't it all a loser? If it succeeds, it will surely be targeted by everyone. Without Ning Wang's timely response, we rely on our people, Maybe retreating into Taihang Mountain can still preserve strength, how can we do it if we want to take the world? "

Li Fuda ’s eyes flashed with near-crazy eyes, and he slowly said: "The big winners must not only judge the situation, but also have the determination to be determined. Of course, I must first figure out whether the emperor is really in the army. In order to decide how much bet. It ’s true, as long as he kills him, the whole situation will be settled. If he is quiet and moves like a rabbit, how can this chance of victory be let go? "

He said here, suddenly stopped talking, holding the tea cup quietly for a long while, Li Fuda slowly said: "My plan is this. First find out that the emperor is not in the army. Not. Then everything is rested, we continue to hide . Waiting for a better chance. If the little emperor is in Yangling ’s court, then ... ".

He extended a finger and said, "First, mobilize all of our strength and give it a full blow. Wealth, wealth, and danger seek, although I have always been cautious in doing things, but when I really decide the outcome, I must go all out and make progress. Retreat, you have to give up your capital. "

"Secondly, before the operation, send someone to Jiangnan to inform Ning Wang to start his army immediately. As long as we start here, no matter whether it succeeds or fails, we have no way out. It is impossible to continue hiding, and Ning Wang Qibing must respond.

If we succeed, the Beijing Normal University is in chaos, and the dragons have no heads, then there will not be many soldiers and horses willing to come and suppress us. When Yan Wang Jing was in trouble, how miserable the minister had stood in the wrong team and they knew in their hearts that the children were slaves and the wives and prostitutes were prostitutes.

To be a loyal minister, as long as he would rather die than he would become. It is difficult to be a loyal officer. Who has no parents, wives and children in the army? The emperor is dead and has no heirs. Who does n’t want to leave a way for himself, who would follow him? At that time, the army of the whole world would wait and see whether King Ning would succeed. There would never be too many people loyal to a dead emperor.

Therefore, the best situation is that we can get rid of Zhengde, then as long as we persist for a while, as soon as the news of Ning Wang Qibing enters Beijing, we can immediately reverse the situation and turn our defense into offensive.

The second situation is that we failed to kill Zhengde, then we had to retreat into the mountain, wait for Ning Wang to send soldiers, and then the North and the South should make peace and conspire with Jiangshan. In that case, a tough battle will be fought, and the victory or defeat is unpredictable. Once we fail, we have to hide our names and start from scratch. The danger is there, the pay is great, but such an opportunity is rare. "

"So, I must first find out whether the emperor is there or not?" Li Fuda gave a fist and thumped gently on the table.

"Send someone to explore Beijing?" Jiang Nanyan asked.

"It's too late. I have to spend more than ten days one by one on the road alone. When the news from Jingli was sent back, I was afraid that the war would be over and we would have been sent back to Taiyuan."

With his mention of the white-banded gangster, Jiang Nanyan suddenly remembered the proposal to Li Fudadi that day, and couldn't help but say: "The leader, that day was on the mountain, and his subordinates proposed to you that the red lady should be used for use. Disappointed previous achievements, without permission.

The so-called moments and moments, and now it is the time when Tu Qiong emerges, as long as the emperor is here, then whether we succeed or fail, soliciting the five thousand warrior cavalry from the Red Lady will greatly enhance our strength. " .

"Wait! Bai Yijun!" Li Fuda's right hand food with his **** upright as a sword, a sudden wave to stop Jiang Nanyan, he raised his hands in the air, seemed to remember something, after a long time, suddenly laughed: "Red Lady! Yeah, how can I forget that there is a red lady available? Hahahaha ... ".

Li Fuda said with excitement: "By taking advantage of the situation, taking advantage of the situation! Bazhou thief can be used by me, the tatars outside the customs can be used by me, the white army can be used by me, Jiangning Ningwang can be used by me, red Why can't you be a lady? I Li Fuda is the best at taking advantage of it, and it always is. This time I thought I wanted to go all out with my own strength, and God sent me a red lady, she is now in a desperate situation, and A blood feud with a father and husband from the court will surely be used for me, ha ha ha ... ".

He suddenly laughed, and pressed his hands slowly to Jiang Nanyan, according to the case, and said flatly: "Nanyan, you look after the head office and wait for my news. When I go back, I will take the" Jiaoweiqin "and" Meng Dejian "as gifts to Yang Ling. , I knocked on the side to probe the news of the emperor, only to be confirmed, I immediately went to the mountain to see the red lady. "

"See the Red Lady? Rely on her land to attack the mission?"

"Borrowing a knife doesn't have to be used to kill people, maybe for cooking."

Li Fuda smiled weirdly, and rarely humored, said: "I have a careful plan, as long as I confirm Zhengde is walking, then with the cooperation of the red lady, I will be 100% sure to put it to death! "