What's so strange about this? It's just a sign, you can know it if you ask the master or Zishu, and it doesn't have to be told by Shen Lou himself. But saying this kind of spoiled the atmosphere, Lin Xin didn't answer, but gave him a sly look, and opened his mouth to bite down hard.
"Well… "
Taking advantage of the bite, Lin Xin grabbed Shen Lou's pulse wrist to check. The pulse condition couldn't tell the state of the soul, but it could tell whether his pain had eased. Unexpectedly, Shen Lou's pulse condition was extremely unstable, and his muscles were tense.
"Does it hurt?" Lin Xin let go of his mouth and asked Shen Lou worriedly.
"It doesn't hurt." Shen Lou looked at him steadfastly, as if a vortex had formed in his eyes, wishing to swallow people into it.
"I mean, your soul." Lin Xin stroked his forehead worriedly, the method of replenishing the soul with the soul was completely imagined by him, and he was afraid that it would make something good or bad for Shen Lou.
Shen Lou pulled his hand down, shook his head, "It's better than before going to bed."
It seems to be useful, Lin Xin heaved a sigh of relief, and burst into joy, no matter how great the effect is, this direction is right. Stripping the soul was very exhausting, and when he suddenly relaxed, Lin Xin couldn't stop yawning, a drop of tear overflowed from the corner of his reddish eye, hanging on his eyelashes.
"I'm asleep, I have to get up early tomorrow." Lin Xin got into the bed as he said that, and looked at Shen Lou who was sitting upright with sleepy eyes, fearing that he still couldn't let go of what he had just done and went to sleep on the soft couch.
Fortunately, Shen Lou didn't have that intention, so he extinguished the candle with a snap of his fingers and got into bed.
As expected of the upright Shen Qingque, if he said he didn't care, he really didn't care. Lin Xin angrily pressed one leg onto Shen Lou's, and fell asleep contentedly.
Shen Lou opened his eyes and watched him all night.
Early the next morning, I heard Zhu Xingli arguing in the yard, "Who broke my bird's head!"
Lin Xin yawned and walked out of the room, without opening his eyes, he said, "It must be Chong Chong, yesterday he said he wanted to eat chicken brains."
"When did I say I was going to eat chicken brains!" A black pot fell from the sky, almost smashing Junior Brother Jianzhong to the ground.
"Stinky boy, if you dare to eat Gu Diao's brain, you won't be afraid of getting diarrhea if you eat it." Zhu Xingli began to scold after picking up the quarrel, as if he had already decided that the little apprentice ate it.
With a bitter face, Jian Chong looked at Shen Lou asking for help, "Shizi, you judge me, who would eat that stuff!" Since seeing Shen Lou's toughness yesterday, Junior Brother Jian has unilaterally become friendly to Shen Shizi .
Shen Lou ignored him, and finished practicing the thousandth sword by himself, turned back and bowed his hands to Zhu Xingli.
"Eh, what's wrong with your neck?" Zhu Xingli noticed the teeth marks on Shen Lou's neck with sharp eyes, a ring of bruises and purple, and the skin was torn.
"I bit it!" Lin Xin admitted it quickly, seeing his master's face darkened, as if he wanted to reprimand him, he immediately added, "It's not my fault, he bit me first, look." , Pulled off the clothes on the shoulders.
Shen Lou's bite was relatively low, almost reaching his shoulders, and he could only see it when he pulled off his clothes. On the white shoulder, a red mark from biting was clearly visible, which seemed completely different from the one on Shen Lou's neck.
Zhu Xingli's face turned livid instantly, and everyone in the yard, including Zi Shu who came in to deliver the medicine, looked at Shen Lou with condemnation.
"We were playing with each other by biting each other." Lin Xin Chunliang looked at Shen Lou innocently as the drawing became darker.
Shen Lou didn't intend to explain anything, just walked to Lin Xin's side and pulled his clothes back.
"Xin'er, come here!" Zhu Xingli looked cold and serious, and called Lin Xin away.
The Zhuangzi in Yanqiu is not big, but there are all kinds of pavilions, towers and pavilions. The clear stream is led into by diabolo, and it is accumulated in a shallow pool. In the pool, there are three or two turtles. The inscription on the porch column by the pool said: "Chi Qian Wang Ba Duo."
The master and apprentice walked to the waterside pavilion by the shallow pool, and there was no one left or right. Zhu Xingli couldn't help laughing: "This Shen family boy is really funny."
"My apprentice has been taken advantage of by others, thank you for being able to laugh." Lin Xin picked up a little turtle and tossed it in his hand.
"You?" Zhu Xingli glanced at him sideways, his disciple knew that it would be fine if he didn't take advantage of Shen Lou, he might not know how to bully him last night, and even the villain would file a complaint first.
Knowing that Master Wuliang would not make decisions for himself, Lin Xin threw the turtle into the water and looked at Master, "What happened?"
Zhu Xingli handed him a piece of letter paper, "A letter from Yongdu."
Lin Xin twitched his brows, and took it over to look at it. The vigorous and powerful characters are the handwriting of the current emperor.
The tone of the letter was very familiar, as if an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years, first exchanged a few polite greetings before getting down to business. The emperor asked Zhu Xingli if he had adopted Jian Qiuluo's son, and stated that this child was his prince who had been left behind among the people. Hearing that Jian Qiuluo had passed away, he had been looking for it for a long time.
In his previous life, Lin Xin had never seen this letter, so he thought it existed. It's just that he was too precocious, Zhu Xingli was used to discussing everything with him, so he showed it to him. After a moment of silence, he pretended to be surprised and said, "Junior brother, are you the prince?"
"Well," Zhu Xingli pulled a grass and put it in his mouth, "The emperor is here to ask for someone, do you think I will give it or not?"
Lin Xin pursed his lips and remained silent. To give or not to give
In fact, Zhu Xingli had already made a decision. It was not enough to let Jian Chong learn how to govern the country these years.
"A Luo said, if you don't seek it, don't force it. If you find it, you can't keep it." Zhu Xingli spat out the grass stem, took out a half-dried brush, licked it on the tip of his tongue, and wrote a very scribbled "" on the back of the letter paper. is" word.
"He is neither a descendant nor a son. If you let him learn the way of governing the country, wouldn't it just increase your troubles?" He wanted to ask his master countless times in his previous life, but unfortunately his master has passed away and there is nowhere to ask.
"Sooner or later, you need to understand the truth. If he doesn't learn it, he will be able to live well when he returns to the royal family?" Zhu Xingli randomly rolled up the letter paper, stuffed it into a crumpled envelope, and threw it to Lin Xin, " Go, give it to a mustache at the Yuelai Inn in the town."
Lin Xin took it and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Zhu Xingli suddenly remembered Lin Xin's identity, and took the letter back, "Let me go, you go and pack your things, and we will go to the Southern Region tomorrow."
Among the four regions, the southern region is the most prosperous, and the difference between the people of the southern region and the people of the Central Plains can be clearly seen when traveling by car and horse.
Nanyu Yinian Palace, where the Zhu family resides.
Glass windows, crocodile curtains, white jade bricks and gold eaves. People at the time said that the Baiyujing is in the sky, and the Palace of One Nian is on the ground.
The author has something to say: Small theater:
"About the Zhu Family"
Patriarch: Who are we
Family members: Zhu people!
Owner: What is our specialty
Family members: rich!
Patriarch: What if there are poor relatives who come to play the autumn wind
Family members: I don’t know!
Homeowner: Did you hear that
Master: ...