Poor Family 1

  Chapter 222 Windfall

Li Yanqing arrived at the agreed place with Luan Tingyu at dawn. There was a lonely thatched hut under a pine forest hill. This was a mud hut built by a hunter. The hut was very dilapidated. With an arm's width gap open, it can be seen that no one has lived in it for a long time.

  Li Yanqing took out two stone chess pieces, held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and walked towards the thatched cottage step by step with great vigilance.

Luan Tingyu's mission is to kill him directly after he succeeds, and put the blame on King Jia. Although Luan Tingyu has repeatedly said that he will not carry out this order, Li Yanqing does not fully believe it. Luan Tingyu is a cold-blooded killer after all, and Luan Tingyu's background is very Mysterious, if he still has bigger plans, he probably won't care about the relationship between teachers and brothers.

  Thinking of Luan Tingyu's formidable martial arts, Li Yanqing felt really nervous. The only martial arts he could handle were archery and rock-throwing, but the arrows were too slow, and only rock-throwing could save his life in an instant.

  The thatched cottage was very quiet, and no one could be felt. Li Yanqing walked around the thatched cottage, his eyes had scanned all possible hiding places, and he did not see Luan Tingyu, only inside the thatched cottage.

   "Brother, are you in the room?"

Li Yanqing asked, but there was a rattling sound from the thatched cottage, but no one responded. He slowly approached the thatched cottage, looked into the thatched cottage through the gap, and saw his horse tied inside the thatched cottage, and there seemed to be a tent on the saddle. note.

Li Yan pushed open the door latch with his sword, kicked open the broken wooden door, and stepped in. The room was empty except for his horse. He looked over his head again, but there was nothing on it. He listened intently for a while, and there was nothing. any movement.

  Li Yanqing stepped forward and pierced the note with a sword, only to see that there were only four words on it, 'See you soon! '

  It turned out that the senior brother had already left. Li Yanqing finally let go of his heart. He led the horse out of the hut and looked around to identify the direction. ’ The war horse spread its four hooves and galloped towards the north.

In front of the gate of Liang Shicheng's mansion, a **** in his thirties came galloping on horseback. The **** had a natural smiling face, which always gave people an amiable impression. This person was Liang Shicheng's eldest son, Liang Fu'an. The young **** in the palace was adopted by Liang Shicheng as his adopted son when he was eleven years old, and he spared no effort to train him since then. Liang Fuan lived up to Liang Shicheng's expectations. Not only could he write a good handwriting, but he was also very smart and capable. The imperial study room is responsible for sorting out the documents for the emperor.

  Liang Shicheng often issued some controversial edicts, which were actually written by Liang Fuan. His imitation of the emperor Zhao Ji's handwriting made it difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the false.

  Liang Fuan got off his horse and walked up the steps quickly. Several gatekeepers saluted one after another, "Is my father here?" Liang Fuan asked anxiously.

   "Should be here, I didn't go out today!"

  Liang Fuan walked into the mansion and went straight to the inner study of his father in the back garden. Generally speaking, his father Liang Shicheng would stay in the study.

At this time, Liang Shicheng was thinking about the emperor's birthday in the inner study. He was responsible for the emperor's birthday every year, and it was almost the same every year, but this year he always wanted to come up with something new. Liang Shicheng is bound to win, and his only competitor is Yang Jian. The two have been fighting fiercely for more than 20 years. Yang Jian went to found Xicheng Office.

  Master Liang’s heart is like a bright mirror. Once Yang Jian holds the power, he will definitely use some of the handles that he used to pretend to be the emperor’s handbook and monk Fang’s sword, to weaken himself step by step, and finally exile himself, so that he will die without a place to die.

   It is also based on the fear of the future, Liang Shicheng must take this key seat in his hands,

  However, the Son of Heaven’s Birthday has been held for ten consecutive years, and it has become an excellent excuse for the Son of Heaven to collect wealth. The so-called innovation is nothing more than collecting more and better treasures.

   Just as Liang Shicheng was thinking hard, a guard came from the door to report, "Master, there is an urgent matter in Fu'an Yamen!"

  Liang Shicheng was taken aback. The eldest son seldom left the palace. He actually came out to find him in the morning. Something must have happened. Liang Shicheng hurriedly said, "Let him in!"

   After a while, Liang Fuan hurried into the study, knelt down to salute his father, and said anxiously, "Father, something serious happened!"

   "I know something big is going to happen, but what happened?"

   "Report to father, Yang Jian is dead!"

"ah!"

  This news surprised and delighted Liang Shicheng. Yang Jian's defenses were extremely tight. He didn't have much hope for Li Yanqing, but he didn't expect that Li Yanqing would really kill Yang Jian. He was elated for a while.

   "Is this disappearing for real?"

   "It's absolutely true. The boy saw the eight hundred li express report from Yunzhou in the Yushufang, and Yang Jian was shot to death with an arrow."

  Master Liang heaved a long sigh of relief. He remembered something and asked quickly, "Has the murderer been caught? Who did it?"

   "Report to my father, according to the Express, Yang Jian led the army to fight fiercely with the Liangshan bandits, but was shot to death by Song Jiang with an arrow. The name of Liangshan Song Jiang was engraved on the shaft of the arrow."

  Liang Shicheng was stunned for a moment, how could this happen? He actually died at the hands of Liangshan bandits, shouldn't he have died at the hands of assassins sent by King Jia?

  Liang Shicheng didn't understand for a while, so he had to pace back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back. At this time, Liang Fuan was also a little confused. Isn't this a very happy and good thing? How did my father become thoughtful.

  He asked cautiously: "Father, is there anything wrong with Yang Jian being killed?"

   At this time, Liang Shicheng had gradually cleared his mind, and he sighed, "How can this person be so powerful at such a young age?"

   Needless to say, Li Yanqing must have provoked the war between Liang Shan and Yang Jian, shot and killed Yang Jian with an arrow in the melee, and planted it on Song Jiang, maybe Luan Tingyu also died in his hands.

   "Fuan, what do you think of the result?"

  Liang Fuan was extremely shrewd. He suddenly guessed vaguely that Yang Jian's death might have something to do with his father. How could the majestic Taifu die so easily at the hands of a group of thieves?

  He thought for a moment and said: "Actually, it's good to do this. Everyone knows that there is a gap between father and Yang Jian. If Yang Jian dies inexplicably, father is the most suspected. He died at the hands of the bandits, at least it has nothing to do with father."

  Liang Shicheng also realized that his previous strategy was flawed. King Jia and Yang Jian did not have any hatred. On the contrary, Yang Jian was a person who opposed the prince and planted it on King Jia. I am afraid that the emperor would not believe it, but would suspect that the prince did it.

  Liang Shicheng broke out in a cold sweat. He only realized now that he hadn't considered the matter carefully. Thanks to Li Yanqing, he found Liangshan Songjiang as the scapegoat.

  From this incident, he could see that Li Yanqing was not loyal to King Jia. If he was loyal to King Jia, King Jia would never allow Li Yanqing to shoot and kill Yang Jian.

   "This person may be of great use at critical moments in the future." Liang Shicheng thought to himself.

  Li Yanqing returned to the capital and detoured slightly. He crossed the Yellow River, went south from Daming Mansion on the other side of the Yellow River, crossed the Yellow River again and entered Kaifeng Mansion, and returned to the capital five days later.

It was already dark when he entered the city, and he entered the city before the city gate was closed, and went directly to his own dormitory of Taixue. This trip to Yunzhou took him a full half a month, and there will be another ten days. The bow and horse competition was coming, and he felt somewhat depressed. He could have taken his riding and shooting to a higher level in the past half month, but he wasted his time in vain.

  Li Yanqing pushed the door and saw that the door was locked from the inside. He guessed that the magpie was there, so he knocked on the door. After a while, the voice of the magpie came from the yard, "Who is it?"

   "It's me!" Li Yanqing responded listlessly, and he suddenly felt that he was about to cramp from hunger.

   "Ah! The little official is back."

  The door creaked open, revealing Magpie's surprised face, "Why is the little official back?"

   "You want me to come back later?" Li Yanqing asked with a smile.

   "No! No! How could it be?"

  The magpie hurriedly opened the courtyard door, Li Yanqing walked into the courtyard carrying a horse bag, his horse had already been stored in the stable.

   "Is there anything to eat, I'm starving to death."

   "There are still a few buns. I bought them today. It's getting cold. I'll warm them up."

   "Don't heat it up, serve it to me!"

   "Okay, let me wash my hands."

  Li Yanqing realized that the magpie's hands were red, as if stained with donated blood, and he was startled, "What's going on with you?"

   "I'm working on a new rouge."

"oh!"

  Li Yanqing remembered that the magpie was the chief rouge maker of Baoyanzhai, so he laughed and said, "I forgot that you know how to make rouge."

  Li Yanqing walked into the room, and saw that the small table was covered with more than a dozen kinds of rouge, and there were several bowls beside it, filled with unknown things.

At this moment, the magpie came in after washing his hands, and brought out a plate of cold buns from the cupboard. Li Yanqing was extremely hungry, so he picked up a bun and gnawed it. While chewing, he pointed to the bowl and asked vaguely: "What are these?" ?”

"Beef marrow! The best rouge must use it to blend facial fat, but there is very little beef marrow in the market, and the price is very expensive. Zhang Gugu Rouge shop can't afford it, so they use beef fat instead. It's not the best, so I'll consider using glycerin instead of beef marrow."

   "Is glycerin okay?"

   "It seems to be possible at present, but I don't know how much to use. I only have to try again and again. I have been doing it for more than ten days, and the results are almost there."

  At this time, Li Yanqing suddenly remembered something, and quickly asked: "Did the palace pay the 30,000 yuan?"

   "I paid it. I paid it to the master just the day before yesterday. Everyone was so happy. The master specially invited everyone to the Qinggong Building for dinner. Unfortunately, the little official was not there at the time."

   When Magpie said this, he suddenly slapped his forehead, "Young official, I have something for you."

  She ran into the back room and struggled to drag out a tin box, "What is this?" Li Yanqing stepped forward and asked.

   "I don't know either. I found it in the yard the day after you left. The note said it was for you, so I hid it under the bed."

   "Where's the note?"

  The magpie ran into the house to find the note, and Li Yanqing carried the tin box, which weighed at least forty to fifty catties, and was locked with a small lock.

  Li Yanqing found a hammer, 'Damn it! ’ Knocking off the small lock and opening the iron box, he was stunned. The iron box was divided into two compartments, and most of the compartments were filled with whole gold bars. There were more than a hundred of them, shining golden.

  The other half of the grid is filled with bright pearls, all of which are the most expensive Japanese sea pearls on the market, and each one is the size of a pigeon egg.

   "Little official, I clearly remembered to put it in the drawer, but why can't I find it?"

   "There's no need to look for it." Li Yanqing already understood who gave him the wealth.

   He was just joking, but Luan Tingyu didn't expect to take it seriously.

  (end of this chapter)