Chapter 2585 Which Fang Han?

More than a month later, the weather began to get colder. Leaves fell in Fuzhou City and countless temples.

A monk stood outside the temple gate and said respectfully: "Master Yan, please take your time."

An official in his thirties turned around and bowed, saying: "Master, please stay. I will come again next month."

The monk nodded slightly and watched the man go down the mountain.

"Brother, Yan Chunhui has not made any progress for many years. We don't need to worship him, right?"

A monk asked in dissatisfaction from behind.

The monk laughed and said, "Yan Dajian is the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites in the capital, and he may become the minister of the Ministry of Rites. Yan Chunhui is not able to advance, but it is just a taboo. As long as Yan Dajian is promoted, Yan Chunhui will be free."

"Then he will be very successful in the future?"

"Yes, a young talent! In the future, it may be a good story of two prime ministers in one family."

Yan Chunhui also thinks that he is a young talent. As long as his father is successfully promoted to the minister, he will be the son of the top minister of the Ming Dynasty. In the Song Dynasty, he would be the son of a senior official.

He looks gentle and elegant, and some people say that he is made of the same mold as his father Yan Dajian.

The mountain road is not too rugged, Yan Chunhui walks leisurely, and even avoids the elderly when he meets them, and respectfully invites them to go first.

There was a gentle slope ahead, and the servant following Yan Chunhui said, "Master, the master hasn't received a letter yet."

Yan Chunhui smiled slightly, looked at a man walking in front and said, "Why are you in such a hurry! Many things are like cooking soup. If you are in a hurry to drink the soup before the time comes, it will not taste good!"

The servant smiled and said, "Anyway, I will definitely be a member of the prime minister's family in the future."

This was a flattering remark, and Yan Chunhui shook his head and laughed and scolded, "Nonsense! Don't talk nonsense in the future."

The man who was walking over heard this, and fear flashed across his face.

The servant said proudly, "Master, how dare such a person talk nonsense, otherwise I will kill him when I turn around."

At this time, the man slowly raised his head and looked at Yan Chunhui, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and asked, "But Lord Yan?"

Yan Chunhui subconsciously said, "It's me."

The man smiled and said, "Yan Chunhui?"

"Bold!"

The servant punched him, and the man's right hand hidden behind his back moved a little, and there was a blood mark on the servant's neck, and then blood spurted.

Yan Chunhui was frightened by the sudden change and ran back stumblingly.

"Murder! Help!"

The man walked over quickly, grabbed Yan Chunhui's collar, and turned him around.

"Don't kill me, I have money, I'll give you as much as you want..."

The man grabbed his front with one hand. At this moment, three pilgrims came down the mountain. Seeing this, they all screamed and turned around and ran.

The man whispered: "The An family eleven years ago... Yan Chunhui, someone wants you to atone for your sins!"

The surname An was rare, so Yan Chunhui couldn't help but think of the girl.

The short knife passed across his neck, and the man jumped down from the side in the gushing blood.

The people above saw that the murderer had left, and those who knew Yan Chunhui ran down quickly.

"Master Yan!"

Yan Chunhui's mouth moved a few times, and blood foam kept pouring out of his mouth.

"He is smiling bitterly!"

Someone shouted, and everyone looked at it, and it really looked like a bitter smile.

...

"What are you laughing at?"

The abandoned yard was covered with fallen leaves. The autumn rain in the morning made everyone wear heavy clothes.

The new cotton-padded jacket Feng Lin wore was a little tight. His hands could not be placed at his sides. They were slightly open. In Potato's eyes, it was like...

He didn't dare to say it, but he couldn't help laughing.

"I...I may have to go to the west."

Potato's smile gradually turned bitter. He didn't know whether he and Feng Lin still had a future, and he didn't know whether he could come back safely this time...

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Feng Lin stood in front and pressed his hands hard before he could put them at his sides.

She looked at Potato and said, "I heard that the court was going to go to the west, and many people were going.

It is said that someone in a faraway place is provoking the Ming Dynasty...You...You go, and you will definitely come back safely."

At this time, the Ming Dynasty was not the Ming Dynasty in the middle and late period when the army was corrupt, and the people regarded war as a daunting journey.

There was encouragement in these words, and some vague hints.

Potato took a step closer. He was half a head taller than Feng Lin, and he lowered his head slightly, and the two pairs of eyes met.

"Don't worry, just wait for me to come back."

The young man's blood was boiling. Even if a tiger appeared in front of him, he would dare to rush over with bare hands.

Feng Lin's face flushed, and then he lowered his head, "You...you come back, what does it have to do with me?"

Potato blushed and said, "I...I will come back and..."

What?

Feng Lin looked up at Potato boldly.

Potato felt that the air became very thick, trapping him firmly in the middle, unable to move at all.

They are having an affair!

Adultery!

Yang, who was outside the door, covered her mouth and turned around and ran away.

Last time, Potato beat her eldest brother, and she always remembered this hatred, but Potato rarely came here, so she couldn't find a chance.

Now the opportunity has come. As long as she goes home and calls her mother-in-law to see, the boy will never come to the Feng family again.

She hurriedly ran back home, but met a man outside the gate.

The man was followed by two people. The two looked like servants, but there was a scary aura on them.

The men were knocking on the door. Yang didn't recognize them, so she asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The man tilted his head to look at her, nodded slightly and said, "I have something to do with Mr. Feng."

There was no emotion in this look, but Yang still felt her heart beating and was a little scared.

With a creak, the courtyard door was opened.

It was Zhao who opened the door. She saw Yang first, and then looked at the three men.

"But is it Mrs. Feng?"

The man smiled and bowed.

Zhao was stunned and said, "Yes, you are..."

The man smiled and said, "I am Fang Xing, please meet your husband and wife."

"Fang Xing?"

Zhao was a little confused, but politely said, "Please come in."

Yang was also a little puzzled. When did such an old friend appear in the family?

The two women did not associate this name with the killer, and then entered the house.

After Feng Youwei came out, the two met formally.

"Fang Xing?"

Feng Youwei's eyelids trembled, and then he looked at Xin Laoqi who was holding a gift behind Fang Xing, and felt his legs trembling.

"You...you are Lord Xinghe?"

Fang Xing nodded and said, "It's Fang."

Zhao was shocked, and Yang was even more unbearable. She was directly calculating when the Feng family had a relationship with Fang Xing.

Others were afraid of Fang Xing, but they were gentry. The Feng family was just a poor family, what was there to be afraid of?

Feng Youwei remembered Chen Zhong's matter, and he said vigilantly: "May I ask what your purpose is here, Lord?"

Zhao was also a little scared. When she saw her son coming out of the study, she waved her hand to signal him to go back.

But Feng Xiang was not a coward. He came over to greet him, and then said: "Lord Xinghe is here, and the Feng family is honored, but the Feng family is a small family..."

Except for Yang, the family didn't treat Fang Xing as a guest at all.

This is a plague god!

Chen Zhong almost destroyed the Feng family, making this family stay away from the powerful.

Fang Xing didn't expect the Feng family to have such an attitude.

He bowed and said, "Fang is here for my son."

Feng Youwei's face turned red in an instant, and then he hissed, "My daughter won't marry!"

Zhao turned around and looked outside, but saw Feng Lin standing outside in a daze.

Fang Xing said awkwardly, "My son is not a playboy."

With the family background of the Fang family and the title that Tudou will inherit in the future...

Yang felt that a breath of air blocked her chest, making her feel suffocated.

Everyone knows that among the three sons of the Fang family, only the eldest son, the future Xinghe Earl Fang Han, can meet the requirements of Feng Lin...

"Fang Han..."

Yang suddenly felt relieved, but she retched.

At this moment, she wanted to vomit blood, but she couldn't.

Feng Xiang didn't know about this, and he said happily, "I'll ask the doctor to come."

Yang had never gotten pregnant since she got married, so Feng Xiang asked a lot of relevant knowledge, and vomiting was one of them.

But Feng Youwei was already sluggish.

"Which Fang Han?"

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