Chapter 14

And now we need to make sure that the old part of lingwangfu is the one who came here tonight. In order to find out whether the old part of lingwangfu is really the old part of lingwangfu, we need to find out step by step.

"If you haven't left, I want to make a deal with you."

When Ling Yun finished, he took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone and began to practice calligraphy. As for whether he heard or not and whether the man in black would appear again, these were not his considerations. Without Klaus and his sister, Ling Yun didn't have so much scruples. They regarded Ling Yun as a friend. Ling Yun always didn't like friends to see his inner darkness.

Just like Mr. Meng and Mr. drunkard, although they both know that they have a strong killing heart and deep hatred in their hearts, at least Ling Yun can suppress their killing heart and hatred.

When the devil in his heart no longer has a cage, Ling Yun feels that he will disappoint his husband.

He didn't want to disappoint his husband.

Lingyun just spread out the white paper, the man in black appeared again behind Lingyun and said indifferently: "what qualifications do you have to trade with me?"

"If you have a grudge against the little prince of Wuwang mansion and want to help through my two friends, you can help here. After all, it's a matter of mutual benefit. However, if you want some news about Liangcheng, I don't want much. It's the number of local officials to recommend this year."

Ling Yun said slowly.

The man in black sneered, and the light from the corner of his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the painting on Lingyun's white paper. It was a picture of a dragon going out to sea. Although it was brief and even ugly, it was a dragon going out to sea. There was only one person who once dared to use the dragon as a symbol - Ling Wang! The man in black was a little short of breath. He picked up the young man in front of him and let him sit opposite him. "Who are you?"

Ling Yun tidied up his clothes and looked indifferent: "a person who wants to do business with his predecessors, at least for now, the business between you and me is mutually beneficial, isn't it?"

The man in black grabbed the white paper and died in a flash. He said coldly, "how do you know this pattern?"

"There are many ways. They can be the secret cases of the imperial court, the people who participated in those years, or the people who were involved in those years. Which one do you want? I don't want to be the second one anyway. "

Ling Yun said with a smile.

"Don't say it or die! I don't have time to spend here with you! " The blade of the man in black cuts the skin on Ling Yun's neck. If you use more force, Ling Yun will be killed.

Ling Yun has no fear in his eyes, "but now no matter what kind it is, I think in the current situation, there seems to be no hatred between you and me."

Ling Yun began to analyze what he knew to speculate about the future situation of Zhao and Song dynasties.

It's not just other princes and princes who have fallen into the palace. The important thing is that the emperor of Zhao and song was afraid. At the beginning, the three princes were only King Wu. The fight between the north and the Northern Qi Dynasty continued all the time. King Wu held 300000 military power, and the emperor of Zhao and song could not be afraid.

Another prince was stripped of his title and put to linghang city in the south for pension.

Among the five Marquises, another Marquis Xueai was the younger brother-in-law of the emperor of Zhao and Song dynasties. He was deeply favored by the emperor of Zhao and Song Dynasties and was most likely to accept the military power of the king of Wu.

Although King Wu is acting in a low-key way, the emperor of Zhao and Song Dynasties has never been a magnanimous king. In addition, the son of Prince Wu's family is arrogant and domineering in the capital, which has long been a source of anger and resentment. Most of the officials have thought about taking King Wu down. Now, if they want to move King Wu, they have to start with the son of Prince Wu's family.

After the removal of King Wu, marquis Xue AI must have made great achievements in war if he wants to become a marquis. There are more areas that can be operated

Ling Yun's remarks only aimed at the king of Wu, but they have also made people in black excited. From the current point of view, this man can really help them get rid of the king of Wu.

"As for who I am or who I am, it doesn't matter now. You're useful to me and I'm useful to you. Now I'm just a scholar with no power to bind a chicken. One day I really want to harm your interests. It's very easy to kill me." Lingyun light said.

"From the beginning, you expected me to show up?" Although it was a question, the man in black was declarative.

Lingyun fingers holding blade, slowly lifted down, said with a smile: "from Wuyuan to here, I have been under your surveillance."

"Three days later, I'll send someone to you to recommend the candidates for Liangcheng, but what are you going to do?" The man in black is a little curious.

Ling Yun saw that he had stopped the knife. He took a long sigh of relief and patted his chest like a fright. He said in a soft voice: "people have weaknesses."

The recommendation system of the Zhao and Song Dynasties is just a shortcut for those aristocratic families who can't get the title but have the power in their families. It is also a means for the emperor of the Zhao and Song Dynasties to pacify those aristocratic families. There are still three or four months to go before the end of the new year, and there is still time for the only recommendation quota to become his own bag.

The beggars who were taken care of before can now be used. Ling Yun touched his chin to know the evil and turn to the good. Not everyone can do it. The Enlightenment of Confucianism is just here to teach people to turn to the good.

He is a groundless person, want to recommend quota, how can not some fame?

Mr. Wang is not against meritorious service. He just weighs the pros and cons and knows the good and evil. It's hard to distinguish and understand the boundaries. Among the six arts of a gentleman, the number of meritorious service is just like this.

The man in black has examined Ling Yun for a long time. If the two princes in Ling's mansion can or are now at this age, the second son will be sent away. But the old servant who protects the second son has been killed. I'm afraid that the second son has already met with misfortune. How brilliant was his Ling's mansion in those years? How can it be now?

"What else can I do for you, master?"

Ling Yun asked softly.

The man in black shook his head. Maybe he was thinking too much about the past. The young man seemed to like his eyes a lot now. "In three days, someone will deliver the things to the young man."

"Well, I'll trouble you."

Ling Yun said with a smile.

No matter whether it is decided or not, the man in black has no malice to himself, and can save his life for the time being

But he also needs to be careful. He almost forgot that this is the world of practitioners. He can't help it.

There are many ways for literati to get their names. One of them is to write lyrics in brothels. Mr. drunkard said that sword repair should learn to play the piano. When Ling Yun asked Mr. drunkard why, Mr. drunkard said: "little Ling Yun, you think, our sword repair is the most powerful. It's so fast to take the enemy's head thousands of miles away? After the flying sword takes the head, is it not the most romantic to have a leisurely piano and a jar of wine

So Lingyun is a little proficient in the art of Qin, but he is not proficient in it. However, no matter good or bad, he can be famous. It doesn't matter whether he has a good reputation or a bad reputation. Confucian businessmen only need to get the maximum benefit from the results. Otherwise, why do you say "the most ungrateful scholar"?

For the best results, the process is not so satisfactory.

The next morning, after Ling Yun finished his study, he went to the shopkeeper and rubbed a bowl of porridge. The shopkeeper didn't mind. He didn't mind the contradiction between Ling Yun and the people in King Wu's mansion. The businessman had the idea of a businessman. He didn't want to be too far away or too close.

After dinner, Ling Yun went to the beggars' nest for a walk. The number of beggars in a country can tell whether the country's policies are in place; The number of swindlers can be seen from the success of Confucian education. Unfortunately, it seems that the situation is similar in all countries in Kyushu. It seems that there is no conflict between people's minds and Confucianists.

After a walk, Ling Yun returned to the origin. He looked at these people with sound limbs, but they were doing begging work. He asked, "why don't you find a job?"

Some beggars hate Ling Yun to the extreme, "why don't you give us food?"

"Why do I have to give you something to eat?" Ling Yun asked, "you have hands and feet, you can hear, you can see and you can speak. Why don't you earn some food by yourself?"

"I'm all like this. Why do I have to work harder?"

Ling Yun suddenly smile, his smile is very cold, "then why don't you die?"

Ling Yun stood up and said indifferently, "in three days, I'll find work for you. If you are willing to do it, if you have a hard time, come with me. If you like to be lazy and can't do those hard work, stay here and die."

Ling Yun's eyes became colder and colder. "I give you food because I'm kind. When I don't give it, it's not because I'm not kind, but because I think my kindness is wasted by you. There are so many people like you in the world, which makes people cold."

"Big brother, here you are."

A child came trembling, holding Lingyun's trouser legs. His hands were clean and his body was dirty. He was holding half a clean big white steamed bread in his hand. The child's eyes were red and some dodged, but he stubbornly raised his other hand.

"For me?"

Ling Yun squats down and looks at the little beggar gently.

The little beggar nodded, and Ling Yun asked in a soft voice, "you don't have enough to eat. Why do you want to give it to me?"

Finally, the little beggar can't help crying with your legs. Ling Yun gently caresses his head. It's like seeing a child holding a cold corpse ten years ago, helpless and desperate. The sky seems to become extremely dark at that moment, and then suddenly falls, crushing the little child's heart and all his beautiful dreams

"Daddy... Daddy, he..."

A very thin woman stumbled over, picked up the little beggar, knelt on the ground and repeatedly apologized, "young man, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the grass root is not sensible, dirty your clothes..."

Ling Yun rubbed the head of the grass roots with a smile. "The name of the grass roots is very good. Weeds can take root and sprout everywhere. They can stand the wind and rain. If you are a man, don't cry, OK?"