A poor son 64

The Fourth Master sat in the tent and looked at the letters sent by the capital. Because he was afraid that the letters would be intercepted, the two of them were using Manchu language.

The writing of Manchu language was formed later. There was definitely no such thing as this era.

This is a bit indefinite in Mongolian language. The key is that Lin Yutong is not proficient in Mongolian language.

In fact, both Chinese pinyin and English are fine. But who said that there is another Yin Sanlang in this world? Others can't understand it, but he may not be able to understand it. But it can be guaranteed that he will not understand Manchu. In addition, the writing format is special, if he really sees it, he may not know that this is Manchu.

It is very safe for the two to pass messages like this.

Lin Yutong's performance in the capital was amazing, but the Manchu text was a bit unsatisfactory.

Wu Chunlai lifted the curtain and came in, whispering: "Master, the guest is here."

The Fourth Master put away the letter in his hand and put it in close proximity. Only then did he pick up the teacup leisurely, "Then please come in."

Wu Chunlai responded, slowly retreated, and then came back, but this time, two people followed behind him.

The Fourth Master raised his head, looked at Sanlang in white robe, and his lips twitched obscurely before saying lightly: "Come?"

Sanlang's face was a little complicated, "It's you really? Fourth brother."

The Fourth Master reached out and pointed to the stool opposite, "Sit down, sit down and say."

Sanlang sat down casually, then looked up at the Fourth Master. Is this the Silang who came to the county town and waited outside the yard?

It looks like it, but it doesn't look like it.

Shiro was silent and didn't like to talk. The fourth master didn't like to talk, but he couldn't explain it with silence. He could only be said to be restrained and steady.

Seeing him leaning against the back of the chair, holding a teacup in his hand. He was wearing a precious black fox fur cloak and a finger made of white jade.

He was leisurely and lazy in sitting posture, and he was not as nervous as before the battle.

Is this a completely unscrupulous intention to take him seriously?

Sanlang felt a little uncomfortable. But his family knew his family's affairs. Although his current situation was much better than before, he couldn't help but feel chill in his heart when he looked at the cold and shining weapons.

"Is the family... all good?" Saburo took the tea handed over by Wu Chunlai and finally asked.

The Fourth Master looked behind Saburo.

Sanlang Yi smiled: "It's okay! This is Mr. Fu'an. Not an outsider."

The Fourth Master thought to himself: This Sanlang is still as unreliable as ever. It has been so long since he met. He has found out his background and dared to be a confidant. Even if he wants to win over people's hearts, he cannot avoid private matters. The current literati are not secretary of later generations. No matter what background these people are, they cannot get rid of the problems of those literati. As a staff member, he must be respected and respectful as half a gentleman. And those secretary in later generations all think that if the leader troubles you in private matters, he will not be dissatisfied with you and value your meaning.

This cognitive bias is fatal.

The Fourth Master smiled and turned his head to Wu Chunlai and said, "Move a stool closer to the brazier, please sit over."

Wu Chunlai was so clever. Not only did he move the stool, he also put a cloak on the stool. This cloak is brand new and there are people who respect it along the way. But the Fourth Master definitely doesn't wear it. It's just right to take it out now.

Fu'an really thought it was the Fourth Master's clothes, so he waved his hand in panic, "Not proper! Not proper!"

The Fourth Master waved his hand and said, "Please sit down. The stool has been left outside for a long time and it is very cold."

Sanlang said casually: "Don't be so polite to come and go. Isn't it just a piece of clothing?"

The Fourth Master didn't say anything, just smiled faintly. This guy is so naughty! He doesn't understand the meaning at all.

Mr. Fu'an was a little embarrassed. This was not a piece of clothing, it was the same as holding a horse and pulling a stirrup himself. This kind of courtesy is worthy of a polite and polite person. If the young master in white treats him as a housekeeper, then the fourth master who meets the first time will give him the respect only that his husband can have.

He pursed his lips, and on the other hand, Wu Chunlai was at Mr. Fu'an's hand and put a few books casually. Obviously, he was afraid that he would be embarrassed after listening to other people's private affairs. He held the book just to resolve the embarrassment.

To be considerate, Mr. Fu'an sighed in his heart. The third son and the fourth son are just different in terms of titles.

The Fourth Master ignored Mr. Fu'an who was reading the book, but turned to look at Sanlang, "Everyone in the family is in the capital. Except for the uncle and third uncle, the second brother is gone. Everyone else is there."

"Second brother... is gone?" Sanlang sat up all of a sudden. Erlang followed him in the county town and was trapped in the Fan family. "Where is there?"

The Fourth Master shook his head, "I fled everywhere, and I can't tell where the women are?"

A trace of guilt flashed in Sanlang's eyes, "If he hadn't gone to the county town and lived with me in the Fan family, he might not have..."

The Fourth Master did not criticize Saburo for this, "In this world, you can hide today, but you can't hide tomorrow." He looked at Saburo, "There is another woman named Matchmaker, who is pregnant and is now in the capital."

"Matchmaker!" Sanlang was stunned for a moment, and the guilt in his eyes became deeper. "I didn't expect her to go to the capital. Thanks to your help and your younger brother and sister, otherwise she would be a woman..."

The Fourth Master waved his hand, "After all, he is not an outsider. Can I still stand by death and refuse to save me?"

"You saved the mother and son, this kindness..." Sanlang stumbled for a moment, not knowing how to say it, but it took him a long time to say: "I was wrong with the last time! Grandfather..."

"I won't mention this." The Fourth Master smiled helplessly, "It was helpless at that time. Someone put the knife on the old man's neck... It was very helpless..."

The guilt in Saburo's eyes became deeper.

Mr. Fu'an's aftertaste was swept away, and he smiled embarrassedly. This person's mind was really too tender. A few soft words were shaken. A hero must have the potential of a hero. Just because of his children's love and heroes' shortness of breath, he lost another way.

The sound of footsteps sounded outside the tent, followed by a young man's voice, "Where is the master?"

The Fourth Master nodded at Wu Chunlai, and then, Wu Chunlai went to lift the curtain, and a handsome man with a beautiful god came in outside, wearing a blue dress and a cloak of a squirrel.

"Master!" Fang Qingshan saluted respectfully, then nodded to Sanlang and Mr. Fu'an, and then muttered a few words next to the Fourth Master.

The Fourth Master nodded, "Then you go."

Fang Qingshan then retreated again.

Just this method of controlling the situation made Mr. Fu'an squint his eyes.

The Fourth Master stopped going around the circle and turned to look at Saburo, "Brother, I really don't want to make a fuss."

Saburo's expression changed, "You really want to do it?"

The Fourth Master looked at Sanlang, "What do you think? Do I have any other way? Take the last time for example. If I don't let you go, can you leave? I gave you a chance, but what about you? What about those people below you? Do you know what kind of people are? The reason I came to you is to care about brotherhood, and on the other hand, I don't want to commit too much murder."

Saburo's fist clenched, "You ask me to surrender to you?"

The Fourth Master's face became a little colder, "I am sure to win the Central Plains! I can't let you bandits rage anymore. Look at the people in your hands, how pitiful they were, and how hateful they are now. On the way, many families were killed by their wives and children. This was originally unnecessary. I just want to ask you now, who made these bloody sins? You will not feel guilty at all!"

Sanlang's shoulders collapsed all of a sudden. He was just a playboy, but he had never done anything to harm people. Not to mention that many families were destroyed, they were even harming a family, even if they accidentally harmed a family. He could die of guilt. No matter how rich the family was, he felt that he had privileges in some aspects, but the education he received since childhood still could not make him regard life as a must. Those dead are living people, not those who can be resurrected if they die in the game. He had seen people whose heads were chopped down, and women who died by his subordinate Jiany. He would have nightmares all night long at night.

And the source of these sins is oneself. The incompetence of oneself leads to this result.

As long as he remembered those tragic events, the cold sweat on his head would flow down.

Mr. Fu'an sighed.

If you are cruel, you can't be cruel. If you are bad, you will not be completely bad. If you are good, you will lack sincerity.

Have courage, no knowledge, ambitious, no skill, no ideas, no practice.

Compared with this Fourth Master, it is really a bit worse. It seems that people are talking about family matters and they are all talking about commonplaces. However, they grasped the other party's soft and affectionate weakness, and hit the point easily. When talking about serious matters, it seems that there are only a few words, but it is these words that knocked the other party down in an instant.

His self-blame, his guilt, his helplessness, and his regret are enough to make him plant the inner demons and plant the seeds of weakness and retreat.

After all, if you want to become a hero, you must have a strong heart.

Sanlang looked up at the Fourth Master, "Do you think I think I want it? I can't save those people, it's more painful than letting me die. But if I have a way... if there is a way..." He couldn't continue, his eyes turned red.

Mr. Fu'an closed his eyes hard, not only shirking responsibility, but also exposes his shortcomings of being incompetent and unable to control the overall situation.

He couldn't bear to look down.

The Fourth Master stood up and patted Sanlang on the shoulder, "Third Brother! Third Brother! Be calm. I know that all this is not what you mean. But now the big mistake has been made, and the only thing you can do is save it. It is not too late to make up for the sheep. Such a tragedy cannot happen again. You... don't blame yourself too much. Am I here? Third Brother, how about we completely quell these bandits? As long as we set the Central Plains, will it be far from competing in the world? Third Brother, do you think it is appropriate to give you a King of Freedom?"

King Xiaoyao?

Sanlang's eyes lit up after a flash. He had a noble status, rich and powerful, who dared to bully him?

Others are not good, this...he is good!

The Fourth Master was speechless and didn't ask whether the Xiaoyao King was a prince or a prince, a king of iron hats or a hereditary prince. He was so moved. This child was really naughty. He was embarrassed to bully him again. After a long time, he whispered: "Then this matter is settled. Third Brother will make an appointment with these bandits to gather in your name. Let's settle this matter together."
Chapter completed!