Yang Qinglian was so embarrassed in his heart that he secretly scolded him for quitting the sky more than a dozen times and couldn't quench the fire. Hey, the county order was drunk and slept dead under the eaves of the girl waiting for the word boudoir, if this word spreads, what face does he have in Yan Qin Liwei to rectify!

The girl of the Su family watched Yang Qinglian walk away through the crack in the window, and she felt angry and funny in her heart, how could the county magistrate learn from the wine and meat monk to do such an outrageous thing.

She shook her head helplessly, and just as she was about to close the window, a small stone on the ground behind her was stepped on with a slight sound, which immediately made her turn half of her face in alarm, and her afterglow was concentrated on those corners that were difficult to be noticed.

"Luer, it's me. A dark shadow with an old and peaceful voice slowly walked out of the corner, no one knew how he appeared here out of thin air, "Uncle Nine is late, these two people have been messing around for a night, I'm afraid you will be scared, or Uncle Nine will ...... them"

The girl of the Su family breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves were finally able to relax after two days of uninterrupted torture, she unconsciously looked through the window gap and saw the monk who was not sleeping under the eaves, and in a trance remembered the words that the monk said to her last night, whether it was an excuse or sincerity, now seeing him like this, she couldn't help but quietly raise the corners of her mouth.

"No need for Uncle Nine, this new county magistrate is probably also a nerd who is studying hard, and Yan Qin and his party are probably much easier than my father expected. When the girl of the Su family turned around, the previous temperament that was extremely weak in front of the void was gone, but a confidence in the hand of victory was spontaneously born, and it was like two people.

Yang Qinglian wandered around like a lost soul, and unconsciously returned to his residence, thinking of the mansion that had become a scorched earth, even the last place of refuge was in vain, he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, and even wanted to find a place everywhere, paralyzed for a month, and did not do much official business!

He collapsed his upper body, dragged his lower body, and pulled his front foot and his hind foot closer to the ruins, trying to clean up what was still usable if it wasn't burned. But when he was less than a few dozen steps away, he noticed that several figures were shaking on the collapsed wooden beams scattered on top of each other.

When I got closer, I found that it was actually the gangsters who slipped away in the middle of the board yesterday!

"What are you doing here!" Yang Qinglian saw them busily rummaging through the rubble, as if they were looking for something, and shouted unhappily, "There are no valuable belongings in the house!"

"Yo, the county magistrate is here!" The head who raised the bar first yesterday was the first to hear the voice, he turned around and saw Yang Qinglian with a pestle behind him, obviously stunned for a moment, and then changed his complexion again, and greeted the people next to him with a look of joy and tears to surround Yang Qinglian.

"Lord Yang, you said that you were so careless, this day was dry and the house was ordered, I thought you were buried underneath, woo woo~ immediately called my brother to dig you out. The head of the head directly groped for Yang Qinglian's hands and feet, ignoring the dark clouds on the face of the county commander, and the thunderstorm, "I'll take a look, alas, fortunately, my lord, you are blessed, otherwise you will not be sad to death of our brothers." ”

"It's okay if you're okay, Yan Qin still has to rely on you to support you, a few of us will come to see how the adults are, and the others won't be of much help, farewell, farewell." After tossing Yang Qinglian, his crying face was more powerful than singing on stage, and in a blink of an eye, he changed to an eyebrow and a smile, without giving Yang Qinglian time to speak, and arched his hand and ran away.

Thanks to Yang Qinglian, he knew that this kind of population was wrong, and he didn't have much hope for them, so he saw that the mess in front of him was full of blockages, so he took steps to scatter his heart again.

When he was about to walk to the county yamen, he saw a man and a horse staring at the dilapidated wall in a daze. Yang Qinglian walked behind them silently, and followed the man's line of sight to find that someone had splashed the entire wall with dung on the ruined wall.

"Nothing surprising, this place is this virtue. Yang Qinglian sighed faintly, even if he was not in harmony with the world, he could understand it: from the moment he rejected the white silver ingot, the local squire and mine owners launched a revenge.

The man jumped out in frustration behind him, and almost stuck to the wall.

"Oh~ I thought that the county order here was dead, and even the yamen had become this scene. Xiao Sheng's unintentional words became Yang Qinglian's harsh mockery, and when he was about to have a seizure, Xiao Sheng asked him: "Then do you know where the county master is?"

"Uh... The county master has to deal with a few civil affairs these days, and he can't move his body, I am his master, what are you looking for him?"

"Oh~" Xiao Sheng's face was a little embarrassed, and he took out a letter from his arms and stuffed it to Yang Qinglian, and immediately turned the horse's head, "This is sent to your county master by someone in the capital, since you are the master, just transfer it to him." ”

It turned out to be a post envoy, Yang Qinglian saw the people and horses who fled from the desert, and opened the letter curiously: he was sent to such a barren place, and who else in the capital had such leisure to write to him.

However, after he opened the letter, he took a look at it and suddenly felt five thunderbolts.

Misfortune met with Yu Shenyan!

Yang Qinglian's hand holding the letter trembled, his gaze followed the ink blots, and his eyes inadvertently moistened:

"This trip will be unpredictable, and I will be willing to accept it. The right path is benevolent, and the road is long and obstructive. Only when I woke up, I was surrounded by dogs and jackals, and I was powerless to return to the sky.

Madame is not greedy for life and evil death, and the most radical and righteous are not, you must not break your mind when you read this book, and the gentleman is righteous with the Tao, which is really a great blessing of heavenly mercy. However, he was worried that he was acting recklessly, and he didn't dare to laugh at Jiuquan, so he wrote this letter to advise: The brave man does not have to die, and he survives in the world to avoid becoming a husband.

However, the eunuchs know the rest of the nature, and they indulge in the compromises and seek perfection and then attack, for fear that they will not believe it, and they will use a few sins to add to the body and get rid of it quickly, so it is better to take the first step.

After today, I am afraid that I will not have a chance to one side, Yu Shen knows that your heart is upright, so he dares to trust the country to die in you, and the mountains and rivers of Yanqin are sinister, which is no different from the current dynasty. The rest of the period can start with it and sweep away the chaos of Yanqin, so that there is hope that the traitors can be quelled. If you only stop here, don't meet the Holy Lord to confront Wei Thief again, otherwise it will be difficult to save your life, remember not to forget!"

In this letter, Yu Shenyan's calmness about dying is only a passing touch, and more of his expectations for Yang Qinglian are revealed. In Shen Yan's eyes, this impassioned Confucian had the righteousness he expected, but he was less thoughtful.

He hoped that Yang Qinglian would not only be able to avoid Wei Xian's purge in Yanqin, but also learn how to face the darkness with no end in sight alone.

How much he wanted to live and teach him personally, but his time was running out, Wei Xian knew his upright and unyielding nature, so no matter how hard he tried to disguise flattery, it would be in vain, so it was better to resist to the death!

It's just that in the end, he was most relieved by Yang Qinglian, he hoped that this student could become the spark left by Dayu in the future, and could become the pillar of his calm death.

Yang Qinglian finished reading the pen with tears, he didn't dare to let the tears fall on the letterhead, he was afraid that this decadent and weak look would disappoint Yu Shenyan after being seen.

He carefully folded the letter back into its original form and put it in his arms, then blinked his eyes to the sky so that the cold wind cut through the tears in his eyes, and his red nose inhaled to stop all the mucus.

Finally, he wiped away the shallow tears from the corners of his eyes, lowered his head and straightened his robe again. When he raised his head again, the sadness in his eyes was replaced by a determined look, and he put his fists behind his waist with both hands, and took one step after another towards the deserted yamen, leaving obvious footprints on the wet soil of the morning.

"Yu Gong, I will use the entire Yan Qin to comfort your spirit in the sky!"