Chapter 84： | 84】

Lin Feilu stood in front of the two tall stone books for a long time and didn't guess Lin Jingyuan's brain circuit.

The guard at the door didn't recognize her at first. Seeing her hovering in front of the door, he was a little wary. Until she approached, the guard recognized her as the fifth princess and hurriedly saluted her.

As soon as he stepped into the mansion gate, Lin Jingyuan, who heard the announcement, walked out quickly, and was full of excitement and joy when he saw her: "Little deer! You are finally back!"

Lin Feilu smiled, sweetly shouting: "Brother Jingyuan."

Although Lin Jingyuan has grown into a suave young man, he still acts as before. He took her by the wrist and walked in, "You are back, I will show you to visit my mansion! You don't know how much thought I have spent. It is definitely one of the top ten mansions in Beijing!"

Lin Feilu asked her most concerned question: "Brother Jingyuan, why are there two stone books standing outside your mansion? Aren't they usually standing stone lions?"

Lin Jingyuan is serious: "Since it is used as a town house to ward off evil spirits, it is natural to use the most ferocious things in the world. I think books are much more terrifying than lions, so of course they have to be established!"

Lin Feilu: "?"

Lin Jingyuan was also complacent about this: "Just here, there are still people who come to worship, there is only one in Beijing, and there is no second one."

Lin Feilu: "..."

Yes, after all, there is no second unlearned person like you in Beijing.

However, there is one thing to say that his mansion is indeed well repaired. Lin Feilu has been to Lin Nianzhi’s Princess Mansion and Lin Ting’s Prince Qi Mansion, both of which are orthodox architectural styles. This King Mansion has an ingenious beauty, pavilions, towers and nine songs. The cloisters are scattered and scattered, giving people a very vivid feeling.

Just like Lin Jingyuan, he is always full of unexpected vigor.

After visiting the mansion, Lin Jingyuan asked people to serve her favorite tea and began to inquire about their journey in the rivers and lakes this year. Lin Feilu told him about his travels while eating snacks, and Lin Jingyuan was so excited that he even said that he would travel with her next time.

Finally, Lin Feilu ate and drank enough, and finally asked about the business: "Brother Jingyuan, I heard that you are engaged?"

When he talked about this, Lin Jingyuan's face suddenly sank, and his face was unhappy: "Don't mention this."

Lin Feilu wondered: "What? Don't you like sister-in-law?"

Lin Jingyuan almost jumped up: "Which sister-in-law?! Don't bark! She hasn't passed the door, so why is your sister-in-law? Besides, it doesn't matter if I marry or not!"

Seeing his angrily appearance, Lin Feilu hurriedly gave him a smooth, and after asking for a long time, he realized that this marriage was made by Fei Xian and Emperor Lin. At that time, he didn't look at any of the dozen or so young girls presented at the time. Fei Xian almost picked the young ladies of the right age in Beijing, but he still didn't agree.

In the end, Concubine Xian and Emperor Lin both got angry, and directly settled on Zuodu Yushi's prostitute shepherd Tingyun, and issued an edict to grant marriage, and they decided to get married this summer.

Just for this, Lin Jingyuan and Concubine Xian had been angry for a long time, and they were still in a cold war.

Lin Feilu drank a sip of tea and deliberately asked, "You don't like shepherd girl? Then do you have someone you like? If so, I will accompany you to intercede with Concubine Xian and the emperor. There is always a way to help. You retire and marry what you like."

Lin Jingyuan said, "No. I don't know what I like. I don't like what they choose anyway."

Lin Feilu: "..."

Understand, the child is in the rebellious period.

She said: "So, you don't know what the shepherd girl is like? You haven't seen it and don't understand, how can you decide that you don't like it?"

Lin Jingyuan bored and said, "What else can these ladies in Beijing look like? Not all of them are the same! The door does not go out of the second door, and you are knowledgeable and virtuous, so you can't smile!"

Lin Feilu: "..."

Isn’t it a commendatory word to be knowledgeable, dali, virtuous and good?

Why is it like a curse here?

Lin Jingyuan added: "What's more, that's the daughter of Zuo Du Yushi. Then Zuo Du Yushi has a fierce face. Interrogating prisoners does not need to be tortured. You can scare the prisoner to confess by just using your face. What can his daughter be like! Maybe it's a tigress too!"

I almost forgot, this person loves soft girls.

Lin Feilu comforted: "If the character and appearance are not good, the emperor will not point it to you. It is good to think about it.

Lin Jingyuan asked unhappily, "Which one are you?!"

Lin Feilu: "Of course I belong to Brother Jingyuan! Otherwise, I will help you inquire and see what kind of person she is."

Lin Jingyuan said annoyedly: "No! No matter what kind of person she is, I just don't want to force me! I will definitely find a way to retreat from this marriage."

The character of the little overlord of this humanity has not changed. Seeing what is what is right, he deserves to be the son most like Lin Di.

Seeing him like this, Lin Feilu didn't say anything. The two had a refreshment, and they went out to see the houses that Lin Di chose. They decided as soon as possible, or arranged in advance.

These houses were all selected by Lin Jingyuan, and only after the selection was submitted to the Emperor Lin for approval. He has always been on the cusp of Lin Feilu's affairs. Each house has its own advantages, and the predecessor is clean and the layout is large.

Lin Jingyuan's first recommendation is the mansion closest to him, and I don't know if he wants Wumei to live closer to him, blowing that mansion into the sky and underground.

Lin Feilu pretended not to notice his intentions, and smiled according to his thoughts: "Let's go back to this, I will report to Emperor Ming, if Brother Jingyuan is free, help me design something, I like you very much. The layout of Fuzhong."

Lin Jingyuan was very happy: "I'm free! I'm super free!"

Lin Feilu: "Really? Why did I hear your father say that you have already started discussing politics in the court? His Royal Highness, King Jing, should take part in politics and don't take time."

Lin Jingyuan smiled and poked her head.

During the time she was back in Beijing, Lin Feilu went to visit and give gifts every day, and she chose the most suitable gift for everyone. Seeing the happy smiles on their faces when they receive the gifts, I feel very fulfilled.

Now that the situation in the DPRK is stable, Ruan Xiang told his old man to return to his hometown, the Ruan family completely gave up the idea of ​​seizing the protagonist, and it is considered to stop the loss in time. Compared with the families that experienced blood flow to get out of the past, they are much lucky.

Lin Qing's position as a crown prince is completely stable, but he has never been a rash person. Now he only needs to scrupulously abide by his duties and converge, and wait patiently, that position will be his sooner or later. Before this, there was no need to cause Lin Di to be jealous of the prince, not to mention that Lin Qing was filial in heart and could not do such a thing.

Lin Ting had no worries, and after goodbye one by one, he resigned from Emperor Lin.

As the King of Qi, he still held official positions in the court, and his resignation was a complete farewell to officialdom.

According to Emperor Lin, as long as Nguyen's ruined his hand, Lin Ting, as King of Qi, could still participate in politics in the dynasty. After all, the eldest son of his own is knowledgeable and talented, and he has real talents.

But Lin Ting was determined to go. Taking into account his depression, Emperor Lin had no choice but to stay, so he could only agree.

Lin Feilu originally wanted to stay with him for another month and wait until his fifteen-year-old birthday, but thought that there was a red girl waiting on the Qin Mountain, so he didn't say much. Xiaobai and Xiaohei had experience, so they decided to send Lin Ting away from Beijing to Qinshan.

The day before leaving, Lin Jingyuan hosted a banquet in his mansion as a farewell to his eldest brother. These brothers and sisters in the palace, including Lin Qing, all came to participate.

Lin Jingyuan has always done this, and King King's Mansion has been riotous all day long.

But outside the always deserted Prince Qi's mansion, just before the evening, a girl in red came.

The girl led a black horse and carried a wide knife. Her long hair was pulled high above her head with a wooden hairpin, revealing half of her white and slender neck. The expression on his face was indifferent, but his eyes were simple, and he looked at the mansion in front of him curiously.

The guard at the door saw her wandering for a long time, with a knife on her body, looked at each other, and walked over with a saber vigilantly: "Who are you? Why stop here?"

Yan Xin gave them a fist: "Two strong men, I'm here to find someone, can His Royal Highness Qi be in the mansion?"

She is not at all like the nobles in Beijing, but the guards under Lin Ting's hands are not like the others who are arrogant and powerful. They just said in business: "His Royal Highness is not in the mansion now. Do you want to see Your Highness, do you have a greeting?"

Yan Xin shook his head.

The guard said: "Then you should first go to Jing Zhaoyin to register, leave the visit information, then someone will verify it, and you will go to Jing Zhaoyin to receive the call after three days."

Yan Xin didn't know that there were so many rules in Beijing, but she knew how to go to the countryside and follow the customs. When she came to the feet of the emperor, she naturally had to abide by the rules here.

After thanking the two of them, they asked for directions all the way to Jingzhaoyin's Mansion. After explaining their intentions, they went through layers of scrutiny. When she finished the registration, it was dark.

Yan thought to himself, since it will take three days before I can lead the invitation to see Lin Ting, let's find an inn first. She led the horse all the way through the long street. After nightfall, the capital was particularly lively. She walked through it, watching as she walked, and suddenly saw a marshmallow seller at the corner ahead.

The cotton candy was bigger than the one she saw in Jinling, and it looked very sweet.

Yan Xin was a little happy, planning to buy one back to the inn to eat. Just a few steps forward, I saw a familiar figure walking on the corner where Deng Ying was shaking.

Lin Ting was also Fang from the King’s Mansion. He had a trouble all day today. He drank some wine and didn't let anyone send it. He planned to take a walk back and sober up.

There were people coming and going in Long Street, he raised his eyes at random, but saw the girl in red holding a horse not far away.

The moonlight on the spring night was hazy, but the lanterns on Long Street were bright, and even the wooden hairpin on her head was clearly illuminated. Lin Tington stayed in place and looked at it for a long time before finally laughing.

He stepped up to her, and when he walked in front of her, he was sure that this was indeed not a dream of his own.

"Girl Yanxin, why are you here?"

When Yan Xin saw him, the smile in his eyes became obvious: "I'll pick you up."

The horse next to her lowered his head and rubbed Lin Ting's arm. He raised his hand and touched the horse's head. He said softly, "I didn't write to you, I will definitely not miss the appointment."

Inkstone's ears were a little red, and the tone was still serious: "I miss the deer too, and want to meet her."

Lin Ting took the rein in her hand, "She must be very happy to know that you are here. Let's go, and go home first."

Yan Xin said, "But I haven't gotten the invitation."

Lin Ting froze for a moment: "What kind of greeting?"

Yan Xin repeated what the guard said today at the gate of the mansion.

Lin Ting couldn't help laughing after listening, "So you went to Jing Zhaoyin?"

Yan Xin nodded.

He looked at the girl in front of him, smiled and shook his head, raised his hand and touched the ends of her hair that was messed up by the night wind: "Silly girl, that's a rule for outsiders, you don't need it."