Chapter 81： | 【81】

What happened in less than a year? ? ?

Why has her little beauty turned into a big demon? ! Isn't this cruel and cruel father-slayer really the same name and surname? !

Not only was Lin Feilu stunned, but Lin Ting was also shocked. He is considered to be one of the few people in Dalin Palace who has never insulted Song Jinglan. Although the two of them don't have many intersections, they are polite every time they meet, and Song Jinglan has always given him a gentle impression.

Is it an illusion?

This person has been dormant in Dalin for many years without making a sound. After returning to China for less than a year, he was able to win the battle for prosecution. It can be seen that not only has the means but also the strategy, the unremarkable performance in Dalin turned out to be hidden.

Now he has become the emperor of the Song Dynasty, and he used iron and blood to rectify the Chaogang just after he succeeded. Unlike the previous Song Emperor who was addicted to beauty, this weak Song Dynasty seems to be re-emerged.

The diners next to him saw that they were so shocked that they couldn't speak for a while, and couldn't help being a little proud, thinking that when he first heard the news, wasn't it the same expression?

He took a peanut with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, shaking his head and sighed: "Let the tiger go back to the mountain."

Lin Feilu slowly recovered from the disbelief and turned to look at Lin Ting.

Lin Ting sighed and said in a low voice, "Let’s eat first."

Lin Feilu has no appetite.

I only drank two sips of hot tea and didn't want to buy new clothes, so I went straight back to my room to rest.

She took a bath and lay in bed as soon as it got dark. When she closed her eyes, what flashed in her mind was the night they parted in the autumn of last year.

At that time, she felt that Xiaomei was a little different from usual.

Whether it is pinching the fingers on the back of her neck, or if there is no flash of coldness in the eyes, it is not like the gentle highness she knows.

It's not that she doesn't know that he has always planned, she just doesn't want to participate in the ancient disputes of power, so she doesn't want to pretend not to know, just live her own life.

She has seen the struggle between Lin Qing and Lin Ting over the years, and of course she knows how difficult it is to seize a concubine. According to her cognition, even if Xiaomei returned to China, it would be good to be a prince who enjoys full wealth and safety.

Who knew that he had been planning for the throne?

A proton who has been in an enemy country for more than ten years, how can he arrange everything in the country across thousands of rivers, and finally succeed in taking the position?

It feels terrible to think about it.

Not only is all this terrible, this person also makes her feel terrible.

Killing fathers and brothers, beheading courtiers, imprisoning the prince, have you ever used those hands that carved wood carvings for her, painted martial arts secrets, and embraced her?

Her mentality collapsed!

Lin Feilu covered his head with a pillow and wailed twice, then got up again to find out the Jimo swordsmanship in his arms.

This birthday gift sent to her not far away is his heart, and it is also unique to her.

Sometimes when she wakes up in the middle of the night, she will laugh silently.

She likes the feeling of being treated very seriously by him.

Will there be none in the future?

The emperor, the ninth-five-year-old, above ten thousand people, he began to own everything in the world, and with a word of his word, countless people will succeed him.

He will have a harem and three thousand beauties in the harem.

Lin Feilu suddenly didn't know whether he was more afraid of his father and brother killing, or even more angry that he would have countless harem concubines.

She stared at the Jimo swordsmanship for a while, and smashed the sword book at the corner of the bed as if angry.

After being sulky for a while, silently crawled over to pick up the sword score, patted and stroked, and put it back in his arms.

This night was destined to be a sleepless night. She tossed and turned, the sky was squinted for a while, and then she had a few strange dreams. After sunrise, Lin Ting knocked on the door: "Xiao Wu, are you up?"

She answered lazily on the bed.

Lin Ting said, "The weather has dropped today, and it's a bit cold. Let's go buy some autumn clothes and set off."

Then she got up weakly and went out after freshening up. Lin Ting looked at her haggard face and asked worriedly, "Why didn't you sleep?"

Lin Feilu thought for a while and asked, "Brother, shall we fight Song Guoguo?"

Lin Ting was taken aback, and smiled helplessly: "You didn't sleep well because of this? You don't need to worry about this." After a pause, he said, "As long as Song Guo does not take the initiative to send troops, he There will be no war."

In the past Song Jun was a mediocre and weak person, and Emperor Lin always looked forward and backward, not to mention the new gentleman who has changed his methods. Once war begins, the peace of the Three Kingdoms will be broken. What's more, if Lin and Song are at war, Yong Kingdom will certainly not stand on the sidelines. This is also a restless militant group, and I don’t know how many things will be caused by then. .

Lin Ting finished speaking, thinking of something, and then hesitated: "But...the new emperor of the Song Kingdom is coming fiercely, and the Song Kingdom will only become stronger and stronger in the future. In fact, now is the best time to win them.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, the new emperor came to the throne and caused so many things. Song State was upright in civil strife. At this time, the war started, and there may be surprises.

It depends on how Lin Di weighed.

Lin Ting picked up a crystal dumpling for her dazed sister: "Don't think too much, let's eat."

Lin Feilu nodded and started to eat obediently, but still felt tasteless. After eating, the group went out to buy autumn sweaters.

Lin Feilu finally regained his interest when he started buying clothes. When the boss saw her, he knew that he was a big customer, and he enthusiastically recommended new items in the store to her, and kept asking the maidservant in the store to help the ladies try on clothes.

Lin Feilu chose ten sets in one breath and tried them one after the other. The maid who helped her fit her clothes was beautiful, her mouth was like honey, and she praised her from head to toe, barely boasting flowers.

Lin Feilu said: "Well, this gold medal sales, please wrap it up."

The maid smiled, lowered her head to help her fasten her belt, and suddenly stuffed something into her arms.

Lin Feilu is a martial artist anyway, and his reaction is extremely fast. He pushed the maid away a few steps with a palm, "What are you doing?!"

The maid still smiled: "The young lady is guarded closely, and the slave servant can only use this method to send your majesty's reply."

Lin Feilu was already touching her self-defense knife. Hearing this, her fingers suddenly stopped.

She stared at the maid for a while, and asked, "What reply?"

The maid saluted her and said with a smile: "Naturally it was your majesty's reply. The lady had been on the Qin Mountain before, and the servants could not get into the Thousand Blade Sect, so they could only wait at the foot of the mountain. Yesterday, the lady finally went down the mountain, but the guards were tight. The maidservant had difficulty getting close to the lady. Hearing that the lady wanted to buy autumn sweaters, she waited here specially. In the future, if the lady wants to reply to her Majesty, she only needs to look for the signboard of Jinyifang, hand it here, and someone will accept it."

Lin Feilu's heart pounded twice before finally reacting.

It was Song Jinglan who replied to her.

She felt very complicated for a while, and glanced around, "This... is this the secret whistle of your Song State?"

The maid smiled and said: "We are serious businessmen. Jinyifang has branches all over the world. The new styles sell well in various countries, leading the fashion of Kyoto ladies. Don't worry, miss."

Lin Feilu: "............"

I believe in your evil.

She raised her hand to touch the letter in her arms and stuffed it again. She was inexplicably excited, changed her clothes and went out and said to the maid: "Why don't you wrap these up, how much?"

The maid said with a smile: "Your Majesty said that these clothes are a gift from butterflies."

Lin Feilu: "..." She was silent for a while, and asked deeply: "What if I want all the dresses in this shop?"

Maid: "Miss, please."

Lin Feilu couldn't say whether he was happy or surprised. He just felt that he was still in Xiaomei's place.

Lin Ting came back from a shopping tour, bought a lot of her favorite foods, and stood at the door and asked her: "Xiao Wu, have you chosen?"

Lin Feilu replied, and said to the maid: "Just the ones I chose, wrap them up, thank you."

After shopping, Xiao Hei Xiao Bai returned to the inn with big bags and small bags, and began to prepare the carriage. Lin Feilu returned to the room and sneaked out the letter in his arms after it was locked.

Compared with her scribbled greeting last time, Song Jinglan's reply was obviously much more calm.

She is familiar with the handwriting, and the length is not long. Just like she told him something funny happened, he also wrote about his life after returning to China in the letter. He didn't mention the danger at all. In a few words, he was talking about his calm and leisurely daily life, as if he had just changed places and lived the same life as living in the center of Cuizhu.

Lin Feilu cursed in his heart while watching: Liar! Do you think I didn't know you became emperor!

In the last sentence of the letter, he asked: I think about the princess, do the princess think about me?

Through these words, it seemed that he was sitting in front of the window with a pen holding a pen, with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Lin Feilu touched his hot ears, folded the letter casually, and inserted it into the Jimo sword book.

Xiaobai prepared the carriage, and the group went out of the city to continue to Wutai Mountain. Lin Feilu was wearing his new clothes and eating snacks. As the carriage swayed, what echoed in his mind was the phrase "Princess thinks about me?".

I miss you so much, do you miss me?

Lin Feilu bit the crunchy peanuts into a crackle, and said to his heart, is it not exciting? Why should I miss you? I don't want you! Don't you think about me, think about your three thousand beauties in your harem, big trotters!

Lin Ting looked through an ancient book she had found nearby, and couldn't help laughing and asking, "What's the matter? Isn't it delicious?"

Lin Feilu said: "It's delicious!"

Lin Ting smiled and touched her head: "Why are you angry with yourself here again? Who provokes us?"

Lin Feilu looked at him for a while, bowed her head in frustration, and said in a daze, "Forget it."

Whether he accepts three thousand beauties or eight thousand beauties, what does it have to do with her, she does not marry him.

She adjusted her mentality and regained her spirit. Looking at the other pack of snacks on Lin Ting's hand, she asked, "Brother, why did you buy two copies?"

Lin Ting flipped through the book and smiled casually: "I'm used to it."

Lin Feilu: "Oh-buy it for sister Yanxin."

Lin Ting smiled and tried to beat her with a book, but Lin Feilu hid away.

Just like this, all the way through laughter, half a month later, the group finally arrived at Wutai Mountain.

A dark guard had long gone up the mountain to inform the Queen Mother. As soon as he reached the bottom of the mountain, Lin Feilu saw Mother Willow next to the Queen Mother waiting there with a few guards. He immediately jumped out of the carriage and ran over with a smile: "Mother, how do you personally? Are you down?"

Liu Zhi watched her grow up, and loved the five princesses very much. He saluted and said with a smile: "The princess is here, and the queen mother has been talking about it for a long time."

He saluted the coming Lin Ting: "His Royal Highness, is your body better? The Queen Mother has been thinking about you all the time, Wutai Mountain is quiet, and you have to take care of yourself."

Lin Ting smiled and should be.

The group of people went up the mountain.

As Foshan, Mount Wutai is also the place where the Queen Mother cultivated Buddha in her later years. The facilities are naturally perfect. There are countless Buddha statues and Buddhist caves on both sides of the mountain wall along the way. The stone statue of the Buddha in the mountain is magnificent and tall with exquisite carvings.

The air in the mountains is fresh and full of faint sandalwood scents. The natural scenery is also very beautiful, and the tranquility reveals a soothing Zen, which is different from Qinshan.

As soon as I went to the platform in front of the Buddhist temple, I saw the queen mother being held and waiting there.

After so many years, the Queen Mother has grown a lot older, and her back that was always straight in the past can't help but bend down. She is an old man who is more than ancient.

Lin Feilu yelled "Emperor Grandmother" from a distance, rushed towards her, and ran to her, the queen mother smiled and opened her hand, and put her arms around her relatives, grandchildren, "It's counted."

Lin Ting, who was walking over, came to look closely, and finally sighed, "I'm thin."

Lin Feilu said: "Brother Dahuang has gained a little weight in the past few months, he was even thinner before!"

The trio of grandparents talked and laughed, and a group of wild geese passed by not far away, stirring up the white mist surrounding the mountain stream.