The palace walls are hundreds of feet high, and the hearts of the people are as deep as the sea.
Because of the existence of Lu Li, people are divided into three or six classes, mortals, ordinary monks, noble monks, and great noble monks.
Lin Xin wore the Zhu family's crimson shawl and walked on the palace road, and the palace people passing by would bow their heads to salute him. Most of the court ladies and eunuchs are mortals, only the guards and the grand court ladies are immortals.
"How do I get to the East Palace?" Lin Xin pulled a little maid to ask, hooked her sleeve and rubbed it lightly, it was rough and hard, not as expensive as Yi Nian's servants' clothes.
Seeing his action, the little palace maid couldn't help blushing, she took a peek at Lin Xin's appearance, the blush spread from her cheeks to her neck, "Hui, Mr. Hui, over there."
Lin Xin nodded slightly, and rewarded her with a golden melon seed. This is what I asked my uncle before I left. It is a small gadget specially used by the Zhu family as a reward. Each melon seed is carved extremely delicately, with the corners and corners protruding to every detail, and there is a small "Zhu" character on the side .
The royal family is the master of the world, and the clothes of the palace people are not as good as the servants of Yi Nian Palace. Although there are reasons for the Zhu family's extravagance and waste, it is more because of the emptiness of the treasury.
Lin Xin looked a little dignified. If things go on like this, someone will mention the deer order soon.
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"I know you feel wronged, and Chong'er will explain it to you," Feng Zhuoyi pushed a memorandum to him, "Look at this first."
[The four domains are rampant, there are many soldiers, and they have not listened to orders for a long time. If things go on like this, the king's prestige is weak, the country is in turmoil, and the ancestral temple does not exist. The law of cutting deer should be practiced, and the annual tribute should be checked to cut off the feudal princes...]
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I tried my best to recall the handwriting on it, but I can't remember it clearly after a long time.
"Xinxin." Shen Lou's voice interrupted Lin Xin's thoughts, and the moment he raised his head, the gloomy hostility that was too late to hide fell into Shen Lou's eyes.
Shen Lou was standing at the foot of the stone steps outside the gate of the East Palace. There were no palace people following him, obviously waiting for him.
Seeing this scene, Lin Xin suddenly laughed, the look on his face seemed to have never existed before, and he walked forward quickly, "Are you waiting for me?"
"Well, your master said he was afraid that you would get lost." After Shen Lou finished speaking, he realized that his behavior was a bit stupid. Lin Xin had memories from his previous life, so he would not remember the way to the East Palace.
Master? Zhu Xingli wouldn't worry about this, he would just tell him to climb over the wall if he couldn't find his way. Pursing his lips and suppressing a smile, recalling the phrase "only for you" in the heavy rain in Yanqiu, his heart felt hot.
"I lied to the emperor just now." Lin Xin took two quick steps, and walked backwards in front of Shen Lou, "I said that my expression is intended to live up to the emperor's kindness."
Shen Lou said seriously, "This is not called cheating, it's called official language."
"Hahaha," Lin Xin didn't expect the upright Shen Shizi to say that, and Lin Xin couldn't help laughing, "Then you can tell me something official?"
"You will be the Marquis from now on, and I will be the prince, so I have to salute you." Shen Lou grabbed Lin Xin who was about to hit the pillar, and suddenly his face changed. A sword from above.
The sneak attacker screamed strangely and turned around to escape, but Shen Lou hit his calf with the scabbard, and he had no choice but to come back to take the attack.
"Stop hitting, stop hitting, how can your sword be so fast!" Zhong Youyu yelled.
Shen Lou hung the unsheathed Yu Yuan sword back to his waist, "It's not that I'm fast, it's that you are too slow."
"Bah!" Zhong Youyu jumped up angrily, "That's because I let you go, let's go to the martial arts field and fight." Deer glass is not allowed to use swords in the forbidden palace. Go to the martial arts arena.
Shen Lou ignored him, looked up and saw the crown prince in apricot yellow uniform standing on the stone steps — Feng Zhang, bowed and saluted, "See Your Highness the Crown Prince."
"No need to be too polite," the prince walked down the steps, followed by the silent Zhong Wumo, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and Xiaolou's swordsmanship has improved again."
The crown prince Fengzhang was older than Shen Lou, with thin cheeks and narrow and long dimples at the corners of his mouth, looking a bit cold and stern.
Lin Xin hid behind Shen Lou, observing the Zhong brothers. Living under the low eaves, the two of them certainly did not live as comfortably as the Western Regions, but they did not suffer much, but Zhong Youyu talked more and more, while Zhong Wumo became more reticent.
He didn't have any bad feelings towards the Zhong brothers. Zhong Changye was dead, and the revenge for killing his father would be avenged, and the disaster would not be as bad as his heirs. What's more, these two fools don't know it at all.
"This is the son of Marquis Xunlu, right?" The crown prince looked at Lin Xin.
Lin Xin came out from behind Shen Lou, and greeted the crown prince, "My minister Lin Xin, Lin Bucheng, I have met His Royal Highness the crown prince."
Feng Zhang stretched out his hand to help Lin Xin up, "I heard from my father, that in a few days an order will be issued for you to be entrusted with the title." The prince has been smart since he was a child, and although he speaks with a bit of simplicity and arrogance, he is absolutely courteous. These words seem to have been paying attention to Lin Xin's affairs, which makes people feel good.
After finishing speaking, he turned his head to tease the Zhong family brothers and Shen Lou, "Xunlu Hou is a lieutenant, and if you live up to it, you will be a Marquis. You are still sons, you have to salute when you see him."
This is really an official language, Lin Xin couldn't help but wink at Shen Lou.
With a few words, the distance between several people was shortened, the prince invited everyone to a banquet in the hall, and greeted Shen Lou and Lin Xin.
"Thank you, Prince, for your kindness. I want to go and see the sixth prince." As soon as Lin Xin said this, everyone's expressions changed.
Who is the sixth prince? The royal heirs are weak, and most of the other brothers of the prince died young. The newly found His Royal Highness is a big threat to the prince's status. Ordinarily, he would not dare to mention it in front of the prince, but Lin Xin was lucky, he refuted the prince's face when they met for the first time, and even proposed to see the sixth prince.
I don't know if it's really unreasonable, or if it's done on purpose.
"Imperial brother is still recovering from his injuries and recuperating in Biezhuang. I'm afraid we won't be able to see him today." The prince said without changing his face, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
The injury is not healed...
Lin Xin touched his intact forearm, his eyes darkened. At this time in his previous life, he was in a daze and didn't know how Feng Zhong was doing. But see you after half a year, the whole person has obviously changed a lot.
The next day, when Lin Xin found Feng Zhong, he was eating roast chicken in a teahouse in the city.
The splint on his hand has been removed, but the cloth strips are still wrapped around him, so he can't hold anything. Standing beside him were two young and beautiful maids, one pouring water and the other holding a chicken leg.
"You are at ease." Lin Xin went up and slapped him on the back of the head.
"Hmm...cough cough..." Feng Zhong choked on the chicken, and the maid who was pouring the water hurriedly handed over the teacup, let him take a big sip, and patted his chest again. After finally slowing down, he found that his senior brother was looking at him with indescribable eyes, felt ashamed, waved his hands and said, "Okay, you two wait outside."
The two maids left in response, leaving only two brothers and sisters in the room.
"What's the matter with your hand?" Lin Xin pulled a hand wrapped in cloth strips to look at it, and flicked the exposed fingertips, "Hasn't it recovered after so long?"
"The imperial doctor said that the muscles and bones were injured for a hundred days, but yesterday he came to see him and said he hadn't healed." Feng Zhong said helplessly, it was very inconvenient to have no hands, and he had to be fed by a maid for meals.
"Then you won't ask someone to write a letter for you to go back?" Lin Xin tore off the strip of cloth, pinched Feng Zhong's arm to check.
Feng Zhong shook his head, "That way, they will notice you." After speaking, he sighed, even though he tried his best to hide it, the emperor still found Lin Xin.
"Tsk, after eating Yongdumi for a few days, you'll be able to say hypocritical things." Lin Xin slapped Feng Zhong's forearm vigorously.
"Ah, it's broken!" Feng Zhong was taken aback, and quickly withdrew his hand. After touching it, he found that it was all right, "Huh?"
The muscles and bones are intact and can move freely.
Obviously he has recovered, but the imperial physician said he is not recovering, why
"Because the day after tomorrow will be hunting in the leisure pool." Lin Xin threw the cloth strip on his head, because the master is still alive, and there is no resentment in his heart, his junior brother is really getting more and more stupid, and he knows how to eat.
Shen Lou has not participated in these few years, the prince has always been the first name in Xianchi hunting. This year is the last time for the prince to participate in hunting in Xianchi, and next year he will start to listen to the government. It would not be shameful if they lost to Shen Lou, after all, the son of Xuan Guogong went to the battlefield at the age of twelve, so they are not comparable. But it would be ugly to lose to this younger brother who appeared out of nowhere.
"The prince is really overthinking. With my aptitude, how can I win." Feng Zhong picked up the unfinished roast chicken and continued to eat, as expected, it was comfortable to eat by himself.
Lin Xin raised his eyebrows, "That's right, you have such poor aptitude, I'm afraid you will be ashamed. It doesn't matter if you lose your own people, but it's not good to lose the master's name, he is going to be a grand master."
Feng Chong, who was eating chicken, frowned when he heard this, and continued to eat chicken sadly, "I'll do my best."
After beating his junior brother, Lin Xin went downstairs satisfied. In the lobby, the storyteller was telling anecdotes about the southern region, and most of the people sitting on the tea table were young people who had just finished their martial arts exams.
"What you said, is it possible that the Zhu family is richer than the royal family?" Some people didn't quite believe the storyteller's praise of Yi Nian Gong. Although the entire Dayong knows that the southern region is rich, but in the eyes of ordinary immortals and mortals, the richest people in the world should be the royal family.
"Our Dayong only has such a vein of deer glass, all in the southern region, and not even a tail left for the Central Plains. How rich do you think the Zhu family is?"
"The Zhu family is just so extravagant. Most of the deer glass dug up every year has been handed over as annual tribute. How can it compare to the royal family?"
"Do you know how much deer glass the Zhu family dug and how much tribute they paid?"
Everyone started arguing, and Dayong couldn't help talking, but they didn't dare to speak ill of the big family directly. After all, this is the root of the imperial city, and there are dignitaries everywhere, so maybe some big man will listen to it.
"The princes of the four regions hold heavy troops, and if they are too powerful, they will surely cause disaster. The borders should be closed and the power should belong to the emperor!" Suddenly someone said this, the audience was shocked, and the entire hall fell silent. Look towards the speaker.
Lin Xinxun looked over, and the person who spoke was a man in an indigo shirt, who was stared at by everyone, and soon blushed. The companions at the same table quickly smoothed things over, "He drank too much, don't blame everyone."
Shen Lou, who had been waiting for no one outside the teahouse for a long time, came in. Just in time to see this scene, he walked up to Lin Xin, who was watching the excitement, and said in a low voice: "That man is an ordinary person. He is recommended by Wang Tinghou. He will participate next year. Chunwei's."
"How do you know?" Lin Xin wondered, there should be no chance for Shen Shizi to know such a small person.
"I've seen it." Shen Lou said without changing his face, and he didn't say where he saw it.
Zhu Xingli, the newly appointed grand master, refused to go to the academy to give lectures on the grounds that the autumn hunt was coming soon, and instead hid in the imperial library all day looking through ancient books.
In a blink of an eye, it was the day of hunting in Xianchi, and His Royal Highness had not seen the Grand Master yet.
Putting on a suit with arrow sleeves, Lin Xin still followed behind Shen Lou. The imperial decree has not yet been promulgated, so it should be called Lin Xinwei's son, but in fact Lin Xin has not been named his son, so everyone called him Xiaohou Ye for the time being.
"I said, have we met somewhere?" Zhong Youyu looked at Lin Xin who was sticking to Shen Lou, and always felt that this scene seemed familiar.
The Crown Prince and His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince, who were deeply caring for each other, turned their heads when they heard this.
Zhong Wumo tugged at his elder brother, motioning him not to ask nonsense.
But the words were out of his mouth, Lin Xin didn't intend to fool him, and replied very sincerely: "You don't remember, we met when we were young, I am the bed warmer Shen Shizi took, Ashin."
Shen Lou, who was inspecting the bow and arrow: "..."
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Reporter Zhong Youyu: As a bed warmer, are you proud
Xingxing Xinxin: That’s right, it has always been a good tradition in the industry to rely on unspoken rules. I am very happy to contribute my strength to traditional culture
Reporter Zhong Youyu: ... We are a gossip channel, not a news broadcast
Celebrity Xinxin: Oh, that’s right, ahaha, I’m always on the news, and I accidentally got used to the CCTV accent
Reporter Zhong Youyu: What news
Gold Main Building: Social News ==
"Shocked, there was a massacre in Yongdu, Lin Xin, the deer-cutting prince, was seriously suspected"