When Lin Xin returned to Shen Lou's courtyard, the guard Huang Ge was diligently pouring the decoction to the sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the courtyard.
"Brother Huang, the prince doesn't drink medicine anymore?" Lin Xin was very concerned about Shen Lou's sudden coma last night, so he asked Zhu Xingli just now, but the old bastard started pretending to be stupid again, saying it was for dinner Craftsmanship, he must be a teacher before he is willing to talk about it.
"Yes." Huang Ge scratched his head sadly, but Zi Shu didn't follow, he was too clumsy to persuade.
"Is your son's body like this since you were a child?" Lin Xin broke off a sprig of sweet-scented osmanthus and played with it in his hand, "I heard that the Northern Territory fights the barbarians in Beimo every year. With such a weak body, the Shen family..."
"No!" Huang Ge rightly corrected Lin Xin's guess, "The son was physically strong when he was a child, and it was only two years ago... Well, don't think that the son has to take medicine every day, his spiritual power and swordsmanship are far superior to those of other clansmen. Come on, no one can take away the position of the son of the world!"
Huang Shiwei, who was not good at words, was eloquent when he praised his son, and even blushed because of excitement.
two years ago? Lin Xin frowned, because Young Master Zhao and Zhong Changye died one after another, and the way of death was also the day of his rebirth. This made him have to connect the death of the two with his own rebirth. So what about Shen Qingque? His body was broken two years ago, and it seemed that his rebirth had nothing to do with it.
In the room, Shen Lou seemed to be fine, was cleaning the short spirit sword, saw Lin Xin with half of his head protruding, and beckoned him to come over.
Putting the sword back into its sheath, put a piece of deer glass the size of a pigeon egg in the deer trough, "Can you use a sword?"
"A little bit." Lin Xin took it over, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, Lu Li was excited, and the blade was instantly shrouded in a faint fluorescent light. Now that Shen Lou has already told Shen Lou about his life experience, there is no need to hide the fact that he can use a sword.
Shen Lou was not surprised either, "I'll see you off."
"Really?" This was the first time Shen Lou gave him something, and Lin Xin immediately felt that the little sword in his hand was cute, and he held it tightly, "Is this a token of love?"
"...Where did you hear that?" Lin Xin, who was twenty years old, opened his mouth for this specious teasing, but when he said it from Lin Xin, who was eight years old, it was too shocking.
"Mr. Storyteller said it," Lin Xin said nonsense without changing his face, "Why do you form a relationship with Lu Li and Luo Ying?"
"That's beautiful jade embroidered with Luoying..." Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but also inexplicably disappointed, that wanton and unruly Marquis of the Deer was finally wiped out, and now Lin Xin is still a child who doesn't know anything.
"Oh," Lin Xinhun replied nonchalantly, and lowered his head to stroke the little sword. "But, I have nothing to give you." Alone, only a piece of jade pendant left by his father, he could only hold the newly broken jade pendant. The sweet-scented osmanthus was stuffed for Shen Lou.
He has already made up his mind to leave with Master, he originally wanted to ask Shen Lou for something, so that he can take it out to catch up on the old days when they meet again after years.
He is the son of Liehou, if he revealed his identity, it would be impossible for him to be Shen Lou's attendant again. With the integrity of the Shen family, the news must have been sent to the capital. In a few days, the royal chariots and horses will go to Mount Mogui to pick up the orphan of "Xunluhou" back to the palace, where the emperor will personally raise him.
"Father said that you have excellent aptitude and wanted to teach you the ice-breaking sword technique." Shen Lou pretended not to know that Lin Xin had met Zhu Xingli, "This sword is suitable for you to use now."
Shen Qirui actually said that he would teach him, does this mean that he does not intend to hand him over to the emperor
Lin Xin was quite surprised, and there was a little struggle in his eyes.
Shen Lou just pretended not to see it, and took him to visit the brothers of the Zhong family.
In the previous life, there were many legends about why Lin Xin killed his teacher. Zhong Youyu, who couldn't keep his mouth shut, was the mainstay in providing information to Shen Lou.
"It is said that Lin Xin's father was killed by Zhu Xingli. It is said that Lin Zhenghan asked Gu before his death. Think about it carefully, if Zhu Xingli did not do it, how did he meet Lin Zhenghan before he died? Tsk tsk, it's not easy for Lin to live up to the revenge of killing his father and the kindness of raising him." At that time, Zhong Youyu still felt that Lin Xin was pitiful.
"Bah, do you think that Lin Buchen is out for revenge? He wants to take Zhu Xingli's ten thousand books, because Zhu Xingli loves his brother even more, and he thinks he has a tyrannical temperament, so he becomes angry from embarrassment!" By the time of the second version, Zhong Youyu was already very disgusted with Lin Xin. After all, Lin Xin treated everyone else the same, except that he charged 30% more deer glass to his family.
"I heard from the Jinwu guard who went to Yanqiu to pick up people, that when they went, Lin Xin pointed his sword at his master with his clothes disheveled, his eyes were all red, and that appearance was obviously..." As if he said something disgusting, Zhong Youyu stopped suddenly, "Bah, I heard it from others. It can't be true, it can't be true."
Although Lin Xin was his father-killing enemy, such a statement was too nasty, Zhong Youyu felt that he shouldn't slander him like this, so he stopped in time.
Lin Xin had never mentioned the reason to anyone, and it was definitely not a good reason. He couldn't hand Lin Xin over to Zhu Xingli, absolutely not.
Zhu Xingli, who sneezed three times in a row, didn't know that Shen Lou was muttering about him behind his back. After finding the son of an old man, he was rubbing his hands in the yard excitedly. The Shen family's father and son are all elm-headed. If they know about little Ashin's life experience, they must tell the emperor, so they can't do it right away.
Now there are only two ways, either let Zhu's family come forward and say that the child is Zhu Xingli's illegitimate son, and want to leave shamelessly; or steal, pick up Lin Xin and run away, so that they can't find him.
Both paths are feasible, it depends on whether Lin Xin is willing to go with him. Zhu Xingli found a pen and paper, wrote a letter to his eldest brother, and then swaggered away to find the clock and follow the wind.
Zhong Suifeng was counting Qiu Gong's account books, one head and two big, suddenly hit the head by a sprig of sweet-scented osmanthus, "Who?" Looking over while pinching the sprig, he saw Zhu who was sitting on the window sill shaking his feet. star away.
"Suifeng, lend me some deer glass." Zhu Xingli smiled and reached out to him.
This person, just after scolding him, how dare he turn around and ask him to borrow money? Zhong Suifeng held back for a while, and then said, "How much do you want?"
"Not much, ten catties." Zhu Xingli jumped off the window sill, picked up the Zhong family's account book and looked through it, "This year's harvest is good."
Zhong Suifeng snatched the account book, and said slowly, "What do you want so much deer glass for? Your whereabouts are uncertain. After leaving Mo Guishan, where can I go to collect debts?"
"Tsk, look at you, have you forgotten my surname? Our Zhu family, can we still owe you ten catties of deer glass? My brother will definitely pay you back." Zhu Xingli said, and he was in Sheng Luli's box. Grab a handful.
"Hey, you..." Zhong Suifeng was already hesitant in doing things, but he was fooled by his few words, and if he wanted to say anything else, the man had already run away like the wind.
Zhong Changye's funeral was held for seven days, and all major families sent their direct descendants to express their condolences. The head of the Lin family in the Eastern Region had important matters and couldn't leave, so he sent his son to come. The Patriarch of the Zhu family in the Southern Region was not so polite, and directly said that he had a bad relationship with Zhong Changye, and pointed to his younger brother Zhu Xingli who happened to be in Moguishan to replace him.
Regarding this situation, Shen Qirui had expected it a long time ago, "Do you know why they didn't come?"
"Because father is here." Shen Lou lowered his eyes, he is quite afraid of the Four Regions today, if the heads of the three families get together, no matter what the reason is, it will definitely cause the emperor's dissatisfaction.
Zhong Youyu, who was still a little angry at first, immediately understood when he heard Shen Lou's words, "After the hot filial piety is over, Wu Mo and I will return the greetings to all uncles."
Shen Qirui nodded with satisfaction, "That's right. I have already asked the emperor to let your uncle take care of the affairs of the Western Regions temporarily, and you two will return to the Northern Regions with me."
"Can you?" Zhong Youyu's eyes lit up when he heard that he could go to the Northern Territory, and poked his younger brother with his hand. He was also worried about his father's death, and no one taught them how to practice. It would be great if he could follow Shen Qirui.
Zhong Wumo didn't respond.
At this moment, there was a sound of a trombone whistling outside, and the expressions of the people in the room suddenly changed, and they got up and walked out quickly. But seeing several golden lights coming from the sky, they are the emperor's Jin Wuwei.
Lin Xin hid behind the pillars and looked at the golden flag waving in the wind. He quickly turned around and ran towards Zhu Xingli's yard without looking back.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Zhu Xingli caught the little guy who was rushing towards him, seeing his pale face, he asked quickly.
"Let's go, let's go! The Jinwu guards are here, they must come to pick me up!" Lin Xin tightly clutched the front of his bright red robe, "Master, I recognize you as my master, take me away!"
Needless to say, Zhu Xingli already knew what happened, "Don't be afraid, let's go."
After finishing speaking, he took out the "borrowed" deer glass, inserted it into the spirit sword, and performed a trick, and the ugly fire stick Chunhen twirled flexibly in the air. Holding the child in his arms tightly, Zhu Xingli jumped up, stepped on the spirit sword, instantly turned into a red light, and flew away.
The author has something to say: Note: How to form a relationship, beautiful jade embellished with Luo Ying. ——From Han Fanqin's "Poetry of Destiny"
small theater:
Lou Lou: If one doesn’t pay attention, the daughter-in-law will be gone
Master: Let Ashin sing a song for you
Lou Lou: What
Master: La la la la, sad people don't listen to slow songs!
Lou Lou: …