What should I do?

Fengling's body tensed up and her mind was racing with answers. Since she was begging for food when she woke up, her answer must be appropriate to that time and situation.

She replied: "After the master left, the common people had no land to cultivate and were unable to support themselves, so they became beggars again. Until four months ago, the common people were taken in by a bodyguard agency. After working for a while, they came to the emperor with a caravan.

city, and then decided to join the army."

Originally there should be nothing wrong with this answer, but Lan Yue didn't know what was wrong, so she suddenly sneered and threw the paper on her face angrily. The edge of the paper scratched her cheek flesh, causing a slight sting.

"It's really a bunch of lies, no leaks. Go to Gugun and kneel outside the palace. You can't get up without Gu's permission!"

The paper fell lightly on the floor, with the writing side facing up. After taking a look at it, Fengling's heart almost jumped out of her chest.

Damn it! Forgot to change the handwriting!

He suddenly became angry but only punished her by kneeling outside. Why?

Did he simply forget what style her handwriting was?

But why did he still get angry?

Are there any suspicions that she is related to "Fengling"?

Fei Ling's mind was in a mess, with various speculations mixed together. She wanted to look up at his expression, but she was afraid that he was waiting for her reaction. She could only pretend not to know anything, silently got up and walked to the hall with a cane.

Go out and carry out this punishment.

People were coming and going, each busy with their own work. When passing by, they would glance at Fengling, who was kneeling upright on the stone pavement outside the temple, but no one dared to stop and chat.

Fengling had been thinking about the cause of this incident and Lan Yue's thoughts, but without more information, her own thoughts could not stand up. When she knelt down, the afternoon sun was strong, and she was sweating profusely for the first half of the hour, and her mouth was wet.

Dry skin.

However, God was not kind, the sun went down, but suddenly dark clouds came and shrouded the top of the palace, and drizzle began in the sky.

Looking up at the sky, thin, dense raindrops fell into my eyes, hitting my face with a slight numbing sensation.

In the hall not far away, the windows were open, and two people stood behind them, looking towards Fengling.

Wu Qi couldn't help but plead for Fengling: "Your Majesty, she has an injury on her leg. If she kneels like this, she may suffer from a hidden disease. I heard that Chen Ling's martial arts is good. It's a pity that she can't move her legs freely."

Lan Yue stared at her arrogant and unyielding figure with deep eyes and murmured: "It really looks like her."

However, he changed his attitude in an instant and said with a cold face, "So what, it's better to be disabled. Not everyone can imitate her."

Wu Qi didn't understand what he meant, what was he imitating?

Fengling's body was gradually weakened by the wind, sun and rain, especially the pressure on her kneecaps, which caused her to gradually lose consciousness due to pain.

She thought, should she pretend to be unconscious so that he would feel better and end the punishment early?

However, there is no need to pretend, with my own physical condition, I am almost fainting. Thinking about it, I can’t help but sigh, I am a weak woman in this life.

When the flowers were blooming in front of my eyes, I suddenly noticed that the rain above my head seemed to have disappeared, so I raised my head and looked up. The sky was blocked by an oil-paper umbrella, and a white orchid was painted on it.

Lan Yue's gaze behind the window was slightly focused.

Wu Qi was surprised: "Master Qi is back?"

The man standing with an umbrella has a slim and tall figure. He was born into a scholarly family, and his gestures are naturally tinged with dignity and elegance. The touch of azure under the magnolia white umbrella is as poetic as picturesque.

Fengling looked at this man and subconsciously lifted his lips into a smile, his expression relaxed.

Qi Xinlin lowered his head slightly, and smiled at her gently,

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Like magnolia blooming on a hot spring.

Behind the window, Lan Yue's eyes flashed slightly, then she turned and left.

Wu Qi looked at the tender scene over there, and at his master's unswerving back, and felt that there seemed to be something in the current scene that made people want to dig deeper.

Where there was warmth, Fengling came back to her senses and bowed to Qi Xinlin, becoming a little distant: "Thank you, sir."

He raised his hand to stop her movement, smiled slightly, and asked, "Why are you kneeling here?"

Fengling lowered his head and replied: "The common people have angered His Majesty and should be punished."

Sensing the weakness of her voice, he frowned, his eyes traced her pale face, and asked, "How long have you been kneeling?"

Fengling: "There's more than two hours."

Hearing this, he handed the umbrella to his entourage: "Wait here."

Alan has been following him for many years and understood what he meant instantly, so he answered: "Yes."

Fengling looked up at him, Qi Xinlin smiled at her, turned around and walked into the drizzle, leaving Alan and the umbrella beside her.

She was surprised by this and wanted to say that it didn't have to be like this, but she didn't. She watched the rain wet his shoulders before walking into the corridor inside the palace.

After having an umbrella to protect her from the rain, her whole body seemed to feel warmer. She did not change her posture due to discomfort and continued to kneel without saying a word.

After entering the hall, Wu Qi handed Qi Xinlin a dry towel. He refused and approached Lan Yue who was sitting in front of the case.

His eyes crossed the paper in Lanyue's hand, and he shouted softly: "Your Majesty, I am back."

"Yes." Lan Yue looked pale, put down the paper in her hand, raised her eyes to look at him, glanced at the water stains on his shoulders, and asked, "Why did you go so long this time?"

Qi Xinlin: "I passed by Qizhou on my way back and noticed that the number of soldiers there was abnormal, so I secretly stayed for a few more days."

Lan Yue's face turned slightly solemn upon hearing this, "What did you find out?"

Qi Xinlin slowly described the news he had received these days: "According to the informant at Laofeng Inn, the number of state soldiers in Qizhou was not outstanding originally, but starting from the early stage of the war a month ago, the local army has been recruiting troops intermittently, and every day

The quantity was not large at one time, so the news was not reported. However,

The number of soldiers in Qizhou has not increased, but the soldiers who were added later are still there. It is speculated that the few soldiers are probably the original veterans. The spies at Laofeng Inn are still investigating this matter, and there is no news yet.

There is news, and I am afraid that there is a conspiracy behind this, so I will rush back to inform you in advance."

Wu Qi: "Qizhou? That area has always been in chaos and pirates are prevalent. For decades, either this caravan has been robbed or that young man has been kidnapped. The state soldiers there can't even defeat a pirate, so why are they recruiting soldiers?"

?It’s too strange.”

Qizhou is crossed by a large river, and water conservancy fleet transportation has developed very well. At the same time, it is also a sacred place for the production of many precious medicinal materials, so the business there is even more prosperous than the imperial city. Even the Herbal Medicine Peak is located deep in the mountains of Qizhou.

middle.

It can be said that Qizhou is one of the economic lifeblood of Fengyang and should not be underestimated.

However, it had only been five years since the Emperor ascended the throne, and the only things he could control were a few states near the imperial city and a few border fortresses. The other states would also extend their hands to Qizhou, and they had little control over Qizhou.

Unexpectedly, someone would take advantage of this neglect. No one knows the purpose of such a small move.

Lanyue thought thoughtfully: "I understand. I'm going to tell you to pay close attention to Qizhou's actions and be careful not to be exposed."

Qi Xinlin accepted the order: "Yes."

After talking about the business, he turned the topic to Fengling at the door: "I don't know why Chen Ling angered you. You punished her by kneeling in the rain with her injuries?"

Lanyue: "You are so worried about her, do you know that you are being kept in the dark by her?"

Qi Xinlin

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His eyes moved slightly: "What do you mean by this?"

A piece of paper was pushed forward to him, and Lan Yue said lightly: "Read it yourself."

He observed Lan Yue's expression for two seconds, then picked up the paper and read the content on it carefully. The ink was freshly written after it had dried not long ago. He felt that he had seen the handwriting somewhere before, but he was attracted by the content.

While he was watching, Lanyue was quietly observing his reaction.

After reading the content, he was surprised: "Is this a method for making flying bombs? Was it written by Chen Ling?"

Lan Yue looked into his eyes and asked, "Don't you see anything wrong with her handwriting?"

After he reminded him like this, Qi Xinlin once again thought about the abnormality of the handwriting on it, raised his eyebrows slightly, and commented: "The regular shape of the characters has a unique wantonness, it seems that I have seen it somewhere."

A volume of calligraphy was placed in front of him, "You will understand after comparing it."

Qi Xinlin unfolded the calligraphy and spread it out next to the paper written by Chen Ling, wandering between the two. With the reference, he immediately discovered the clues.

The wandering habits of the brush strokes and the movements of the strokes were very similar, as if they were written by the same person. After seeing the inscription in the lower left corner of the calligraphy, he was shocked and felt something in his heart.

"Fengling..."

He immediately raised his eyes to look at Lan Yue, looked at her, and found the answer in his dark eyes.

"It's not her." Lan Yue knew what he was thinking and said firmly.

Qi Xinlin suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and asked, "Why?"

Why doesn't he believe that Chen Ling is Fengling?

Lanyue stood up and walked slowly towards the window. Looking at Feng Ling outside the hall, her eyes were as cold as ice: "All coincidences are intentional. If we really believe her, we will be deceived by the people behind her."

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Qi Xinlin looked at his indifferent back with twinkling eyes. After calming down, he asked: "Don't you believe that someone can come back to life?"

He didn't answer. Silence was his answer. Naturally, he didn't believe it.
To be continued...