Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 36 Invitation Letter

Emperor Jingjiang looked at Lin Xiaofeng, who was disheveled and covered in ink spots, with a smile on his face: "It's okay, remember to go to the morning of tomorrow... and go back and change clothes before coming back!"

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It was still dark, but Lin Xiaofeng had already finished the day's hard work. His mood at this moment was like the first ray of sunshine breaking through the ice in early spring, bright and warm, dispersing the heavy atmosphere of the palace that had been accumulated for a long time. No trace.

His steps were as light as a swallow, and he walked leisurely out of the solemn palace gate, as if the burden on his body had suddenly lightened a bit.

The world outside the palace gate is completely different from that inside the palace walls, full of the excitement of life and the bustle of the market.

Lin Xiaofeng's eyes moved around and he quickly caught a carriage parked on the roadside. The carriage was like a silent old friend, quietly waiting for his arrival.

He moved forward steadily, showing calmness in his movements, and gently waved his hand to the coachman. The silent command was clear and clear: Let's set off. The moment he boarded the carriage, the eagerness in his heart seemed to turn into an invisible force, urging the carriage to drive towards his mansion as quickly as possible.

The carriage started slowly, and the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground was like a low-pitched melody, accompanying Lin Xiaofeng's thoughts.

In his mind, a long silent historical scroll was quietly unfolding, and the scene was fixed on the meeting with Emperor Jingjiang.

Emperor Jingjiang, the majestic Nine-Five Emperor, turned out to be Zheng Shimin whom he knew well.

This secret was like a thunder blow, giving Lin Xiaofeng a great shock.

Even though he thought he was already heartbroken, he still couldn't help but feel caught off guard in the face of such a shocking fact.

However, fortunately, the emperor did not show any dissatisfaction with him, but was rather friendly, which made Lin Xiaofeng's heart drop slightly.

The task at hand is to teach the prince who is in the rebellious period of youth. For Lin Xiaofeng, this is not only the highest honor, but also a severe test.

The prince's words and deeds may affect the direction of the country. Lin Xiaofeng knows well that he has a heavy responsibility and dare not relax at all.

While the carriage was bumping slightly, he had already begun to think about how to formulate effective educational strategies.

In a daze, the carriage stopped steadily in front of Lin Xiaofeng's mansion. The coachman called out respectfully: "Master, we're here." Lin Xiaofeng woke up from his meditation, paid the fare and stepped out of the carriage.

Looking up, Yin Jiajin was standing at the gate of the mansion, waiting eagerly.

When she saw Lin Xiaofeng, there was a hint of astonishment in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a smile.

"Oh, Master, why did you come back so early today? Could it be that the palace errands are too busy?" She joked, while her eyes fell on Lin Xiaofeng's clothes that were stained with some ink, looking a little embarrassed, "You are so busy What happened? Why is it so dirty?"

Lin Xiaofeng's face darkened slightly and he glared at Yin Jiajin. I'm really in a bad mood today, and I feel even more irritated after being teased by this girl.

He pointed to the corner of the wall and said in a stern tone: "Go! Stand over there! Come in again during dinner!"

Yin Jiajin was stunned for a moment and didn't know why, but she didn't dare to disobey, so she had to obediently walk to the corner and stand.

She looked back at Lin Xiaofeng by the wall and saw that he had strode into the courtyard.

Yin Jiajin was extremely confused, what happened to the young master today?

Although she was full of questions, she did not dare to speak easily.

After a while, Lin Xiaofeng walked out of the courtyard again, and Yin Jiajin felt happy, thinking that she could finally enter the house.

However, Lin Xiaofeng only asked: "Where is Lin Taohua?"

"...Said he went out to find someone." Yin Jiajin replied in a low voice, fearing that she would touch Lin Xiaofeng's emotional minefield.

Lin Xiaofeng simply responded with "Oh" and stopped talking. He stood in the middle of the courtyard, looking around as if searching for something. After a while, he ordered: "As soon as she comes back, ask her to come see me immediately."

After finishing his words, Lin Xiaofeng went straight back to the lounge chair in the courtyard, sat down heavily, and closed his tired eyes, as if he wanted to take a rest.

Soon, his breathing became even and deep, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Yin Jiajin always stood in the corner, staring at this scene, full of curiosity and confusion.

The young master's unusual behavior today shrouded her mind like a fog, causing her to secretly speculate, but she did not dare to say anything.

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Not long after, Lin Xiaofeng felt a gentle push, like ripples in a dream.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was Lin Taohua's slightly tired face, with an indescribable worry in his eyes.

She stood in front of his bed, silent, like a solidified ink painting.

"Master, why are you calling me?" Lin Taohua's voice was as low as a whisper, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, causing a slight ripple.

Lin Xiaofeng struggled to break out of his half-asleep state, rubbed the corners of his sleepy eyes, slowly sat up, and while arranging his messy clothes, asked: "Where have you been all day?"

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed across Lin Taohua's face, with a hint of complaint in her tone: "Where can I go! Shouldn't I follow your instructions to find Mr. Zheng? Today I went out to find some craftsmen to come back to repair the toilet. Isn’t it a task that you have to give me personally?”

After Lin Xiaofeng heard this, he recalled that Lin Taohua had been working hard for two days but in vain. He felt guilty in his heart and forced an awkward smile from the corner of his mouth: "It's really hard for you, that... Zheng Shimin's matter Forget it, there’s no need to look for it anymore.”

"But what about those who repair toilets?" Lin Xiaofeng asked.

"It will come tomorrow." Lin Xiaofeng replied, then shook his head feebly, thinking to himself: For me, this toilet matter is really a top priority, related to people's livelihood.

He recalled that when he first arrived in Jingjiang Kingdom, he was in a state of devastation. The people had no rules about the toilets and defecated everywhere. There were even people who just picked up their pants and walked away. This scene made him deeply disgusted. Ever since, under his iron fist, the people of the county began to improve the environmental sanitation, and after a lot of hard work, it was finally improved.

Now when we move to Beijing, we are faced with the dilemma of no drainage system and no modern toilets. Renovation is not easy. As soon as he thought about this, Lin Xiaofeng felt a faint sadness in his heart, and couldn't help but wonder how the protagonists in the online articles he read in his previous life dealt with this trivial life.

"Young Master...were you bullied by the court? Why are your official uniforms so loose and stained with ink?" Lin Taohua asked doubtfully, with concern in her eyes.

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows and said sternly: "Stop talking nonsense! Who dares to touch a hair of my young master! This official uniform cannot be washed. I have prepared a new official uniform. You must take it and frame it quickly!" Choose the best material! Then hang it high on the screen wall, and write a few words next to it as a commemoration!"

"What's the inscription..." Lin Taohua muttered in her heart, the young master didn't know what tricks he was going to do, how could the official uniform be hung up?

Lin Xiaofeng pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said solemnly: "Just write on the screen wall - where my emperor splashed ink!"

Lin Taohua was stunned when she heard this: "This...this ink mark was left by the emperor? Have you annoyed the emperor?!"

Lin Xiaofeng lay back on the bed again, waved his hand, and said quite freely: "What are you talking about, hurry up and do it! Your Majesty and I have a good relationship, and I even pick up food for him when he eats!"

"I'll rest for a while first, and then wake me up when we have dinner in the evening. Oh, by the way, there's Xiao Yin. She's guarding the door now. Let her come in and eat with us during dinner."

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Lin Taohua helplessly glanced in the direction of the door, pitying the innocent Xiao Yin in her heart. She didn't know why she offended this eccentric young master.

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This night, everything was silent, except for the moonlight shining on the world, silent and silent.

In the early morning of the next day, when the light dew appeared in the east, Lin Xiaofeng quietly stood up, as if he was waking up with the world.

He walked out of the room with light steps and stepped into the wide courtyard, as if he were stepping into an elegant ink painting.

He looked up, and the sky seemed to have not completely faded away from the ink stain of the night, but there was a faint morning light, like a shy touch before dawn.

The air was filled with a unique coolness of early autumn. He took a deep breath. The coolness was as refreshing as a clear spring, instantly cleansing his soul and making his whole person seem brand new.

At this moment, Lin Taohua held face wash in her hand, walked steadily but briskly, and called: "Young Master."

There was a hint of concern in her eyes, and she asked, "Why did you get up so early today?"

Lin Xiaofeng took the basin of warm wash water, gently touched the water with his fingers, causing ripples in circles, and responded: "I tossed and turned last night, but I couldn't sleep after all." Then, he asked slightly seriously about yesterday's entrustment. "Have you done what I asked you to do?"

Lin Taohua responded: "Everything was completed smoothly according to your instructions. I have sent the official uniform to be carefully framed, and I also asked someone to inscribe on the screen wall."

Lin Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows slightly and whispered: "'Where did my emperor splash ink'?" There was a sense of playfulness in his words.

Lin Taohua smiled and nodded to confirm: "Exactly, Master, your taste has become more and more unique these days."

After hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng's lips curved into an indifferent yet confident smile: "I just want to find some fun in life in my ordinary days."

Then, he leaned over the edge of the basin, picked up the clear water with both hands, and gently patted it on his cheeks. He suddenly felt refreshed and energetic.

At this moment, his eyes were shining with thought, and he was planning the next schedule.

Suddenly, the scene from yesterday's morning court appeared deep in his memory, and the faces of the ministers who dared to provoke him emerged one by one.

A cold and firm sneer flashed across Lin Xiaofeng's face. Although he didn't make a sound, the fierceness seemed to have condensed into substance.

He thought silently in his heart, hum, these ministers who don't know the heights of heaven and earth dare to speak rudely to me, Lin Xiaofeng, today they must see my methods!

With the oath in his chest, he straightened his back and his eyes flashed with firm determination, which seemed to indicate an upcoming change.

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In a corner of the deep courtyard of Shangshu Mansion, there is a deep inner room hidden, which is the study room of Shangshu Li Qiuyan. On this day, Shangshu Li Qiuyan and his beloved son Li Haihua sat opposite each other, surrounded by a group of maids and servants, all of whom were obedient and dedicated to their duties. There is a dazzling array of delicacies piled high on the desk, and the aroma is permeating the air. Just a glance at it can make your mouth water.

Li Haihua held the finely carved ivory chopsticks in his hand and suddenly put them down. His eyes were filled with confusion and astonishment. His voice was soft but questioning: "Father, is Lin Xiaofeng really as bold as you said?"

After hearing this, Li Qiuyan smiled softly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, but there was a hint of teasing in his words: "This boy really has the spirit of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. As soon as he set foot in the court, he caused an uproar. How dare he openly contradict him? Mr. Chen and even Your Majesty, this is a serious crime of disrespect."

A sarcastic smile appeared on Li Haihua's lips, and he said with a hint of irony: "With his temperament, I think he may have a bad future in officialdom. However, His Majesty seems to be quite fond of him."

Li Qiuyan responded calmly, with sophistication and insight in his voice: "There are all kinds of life, who can understand the secrets? Lin Xiaofeng may have won His Majesty's appreciation just by a moment of good luck, and was given a seemingly prestigious but insignificant title. He was complacent, thinking that he had reached the pinnacle of power. Little did he know that in that ever-changing court, he could not easily fathom the power games and conspiracies."

Li Haihua swallowed his words before swallowing them. He was obviously worried. Li Qiuyan understood everything, but did not expose it, but said calmly: "Haihua, you don't have to rush. Lin Xiaofeng is just a short-lived shining star, and you have a father here, so why worry about not being able to rise step by step and rise to the top in the future?" ? Now you spend time poetry and wine with many talented people and beauties every day, and build a wide network of contacts. When you really embark on an official career, you will be useful. Don't wait until then to lament the unfairness of your fate."

Li Haihua suddenly smiled and poured a cup of jade liquid and nectar for Li Qiuyan himself. There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "Father, I don't worry about this. This kind of life of drinking and writing poems is quite carefree. I just heard that Lin Xiaofeng was so complacent. , I always feel a little unhappy."

"How could a man with great ambitions and strategies be so upset about a mere petty official? You see, those ministers in the court also had a lot of criticism of Lin Xiaofeng. I find it hard to find his position as the prince's companion. Long lasting.”

While the conversation between father and son was in full swing, the housekeeper walked quickly into the room and lowered his head to report: "Master, there is someone outside looking for the young master. He calls himself Yang Zhongyi and is waiting in the courtyard at the moment."

The name Yang Zhongyi made Li Haihua frown slightly. After thinking for a moment, he remembered that this person was the shopkeeper of Huanghu Tower. He didn't have much contact with him on weekdays. How could he suddenly come to visit him today?

"Dad, let's go out and take a look." Li Haihua stood up and walked slowly towards the courtyard.

When they came to the courtyard, they saw Yang Zhongyi's face full of anxiety, pacing back and forth, and his forehead was covered with tight wrinkles. Li Haihua stepped forward and asked, with a hint of majesty in his tone: "Yang Zhongyi, what is your important business here?"

As soon as Yang Zhongyi saw Li Haihua, he immediately fell to his knees with a plop, tears streaming down his face, and begged: "I beg you, Master, to uphold justice for me! I took the liberty of visiting the Young Master's residence today as a last resort." Li Haihua raised his lips slightly and ordered coldly: "Get straight to the point."

Yang Zhongyi wiped away his tears, held back his grief, and recounted his previous experience: "Recently, my family suffered a sudden disaster and a family member passed away. I felt that the house was ominous and planned to sell off the property. Who knew that a man named Lin Xiaofeng appeared in the past few days? , insisted on buying my house at a low price. The original price of the house was two thousand taels, but he was only willing to pay five hundred taels of silver."

"I firmly disagreed, so he threatened me that he would poison the dishes at Huanghulou so that the restaurant I was running could not be maintained. The villain was afraid that this would affect your business, so he had to sell it. I beg you. The young master makes decisions for the villain!"

After hearing this, Li Haihua's expression perked up and he muttered: "Lin Xiaofeng? Why does he disturb the peace of Huanghu Tower?"

"The villain doesn't know his background. I only know that he has produced an imperial edict, claiming that he will soon go to Beijing to meet His Majesty and be awarded the title of Tutor of the East Palace. Because of his false accusation, the villain's concubine jumped into the well and died, and threatened to advance under His Majesty's Majesty. The slander forced the villain to sell the house at a low price. At that time, the villain also mentioned you, the young master, but Lin Xiaofeng turned a blind eye and even insulted the young master, saying that the young master was like a dog in his eyes. The villain argued with him in anger, but what could he do? The guards around Lin Xiaofeng are strong, so the villain is no match after all..."

"Sure enough, it's him again!" Li Haihua's face changed suddenly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, "The house... was finally sold for 500 taels?"

"It's a deal... The villain is really desperate. He would rather go bankrupt than let this matter affect Huang Hulou's business." Yang Zhongyi looked loyal.

Li Haihua nodded calmly: "Yes, I understand, you can leave."

"Ah? Then Young Master...Lin Xiaofeng...how should he deal with it?" Yang Zhongyi was stunned, he did not expect such a result.

Li Haihua seemed a little irritated: "What should I do with it? Your house has been sold, what does it have to do with me? It didn't affect the business of Huanghu Tower anyway!"

"But he insulted you! I really can't swallow this!"

Yang Zhongyi almost collapsed, and the situation before him was completely beyond expectation.

Li Haihua sneered: "Humph, I will check it out myself if he insulted me. I think you are exaggerating. No matter how ignorant and reckless Lin Xiaofeng is, how dare he insult the son of a court official before he officially takes office?"

"I have long heard that he behaves rudely, but no matter how unsophisticated he is, he is not so stupid!"

"Yang Zhongyi, let me tell you the truth. I have wanted to find an excuse to replace you for a long time, but today you came to my door yourself! Look at the meager income of Huanghu Tower over the past year, how did you become the shopkeeper! What a Trash! You deserve to have your property taken away from you!"

After saying that, Li Haihua turned and left, leaving Yang Zhongyi slumped on the cold ground with a look of despair on his face. His heart was extremely sad and he couldn't help but sigh: "What happened to this world? What did I do wrong..." ·”

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In the study room, which was as quiet as a deep pool, Li Qiuyan was like an eagle ready to go. His piercing gaze was like a sharp arrow shooting at Li Haihua who had just stepped into the threshold. His solemn expression was like a sculpture, motionless.

His brows were knitted into a deep frown, and there was obvious anger in his words: "Haihua, what kind of farce is going on outside the door, how can it be so noisy?" The air in the study seemed to be filled with anger due to his questioning. And instantly solidified.

Li Haihua's face was slightly gloomy, as if dark clouds had obscured the moonlight. He sighed deeply, and his low words were like autumn leaves falling to the ground: "It was Yang Zhongyi from Huanghu Tower who was bullied by Lin Xiaofeng, who forcefully bought his ancestral home. Yang Zhongyi asked me to help him take back the house."

As soon as he said this, Li Qiuyan's eyes were like ice cracking, extremely sharp. He stared straight at Li Haihua, his tone mixed with serious reproach: "How come you have something to do with Lin Xiaofeng? What are you planning? ?”

Li Haihua's face became even heavier, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He responded in a low voice: "Yang Zhongyi was very emotional and seemed to be intending to lead me into a head-on conflict with Lin Xiaofeng. I am not willing to get involved in this kind of muddy water easily."

Li Qiuyan shook his head slightly, with rational ripples in his voice: "The deal has been concluded, and there is no evidence to support it. Even if we go to court, the possibility of reversing the situation is slim."

Li Haihua lowered his head in deep thought, furrowing his thick eyebrows and weighing countermeasures over and over in his heart. At this moment, a strong indignation surged in his heart - Yang Zhongyi actually used his father's name when dealing with Lin Xiaofeng, and the other party still bought the house brazenly, which was clearly contempt for his Li family!

"What are your plans for this matter?" Li Qiuyan's eyes became colder and colder, like the north wind blowing across the lake on a winter night.

Li Haihua's eyes flashed with a cunning light, and he responded calmly: "In three days, it will be the wedding day, and a boat cruise poem debate meeting will be held in Weiming Lake. Many famous prostitutes and dignitaries will attend. If you can take this opportunity to seduce When Lin Xiaofeng arrives, we can take the opportunity to explore his true temperament."

Hearing this, Li Qiuyan quietly sneered at the corner of his mouth, with a trace of amusement in his voice: "Ah, Lin Xiaofeng's misdeeds are already well known. If he was a little careless in that poetry debate meeting, I'm afraid it would lead to even greater disasters. .”

Li Qiuyan patted Li Haihua's solid shoulder, with a smile of relief on his face: "Haihua, you are no longer Wu Xia Amon. You can distinguish right from wrong and take the overall situation into consideration, which is really gratifying to me."

"However, you must remember that those who achieve great things must have courage! Although Lin Xiaofeng is the same age as you, he is far behind in terms of courage and strategy. If you want to compete with him, you must act decisively and move forward bravely! You know, No matter when and where, I will fully support you from behind." Li Qiuyan's firm words were like the spring breeze blowing across the earth, giving Li Haihua incomparable strength.

After listening to his father's encouragement, Li Haihua's blood boiled and he suddenly felt refreshed. He immediately unfolded the paper, ground it, dipped it in thick ink, splashed the ink, and wrote the next invitation letter eloquently. After writing it, he carefully folded it, sealed it, and stamped it with his own vermilion seal.

"Is Yang Zhongyi still waiting outside? He knows the way. Let him send him there in person." Li Haihua turned to the old housekeeper beside him and ordered.

"Sir, Yang Zhongyi is waiting outside the door at the moment." The old housekeeper replied respectfully.

Li Haihua walked out of the study resolutely, and saw Yang Zhongyi sitting paralyzed on the cold ground in the courtyard, crying heartbreakingly, his voice hoarse as if he had just experienced a harsh purification ceremony.

He felt displeased and kicked Yang Zhongyi hard: "That's enough! Don't cry all over the place here!"

Then, he handed the letter in his hand to Yang Zhongyi: "Send this letter to Lin Xiaofeng's residence in person, and warn him that he must go to Weiming Lake to participate in the poetry debate meeting in three days. At that time, many social celebrities will be eager to make friends with him. Please be sure to invite him." He honors the appointment."

Yang Zhongyi took the letter and kowtowed with tears of gratitude: "Thank you, sir! Whether the villain's house can be recovered or not depends entirely on you!"

Li Haihua frowned, wondering: "Zhaizi? Where did the house come from? What does this matter have to do with me?"

Yang Zhongyi held the letter and muttered incoherently: "Master... if he refuses to go, what should we do?"

Li Haihua held his head high, his eyes full of confidence and pride: "He will definitely go! No one has ever dared to refuse an invitation from my Li family!" His words were loud and full of unquestionable majesty.

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Yang Zhongyi's pace was like a swift wind, walking through the streets shrouded in darkness. His figure disappeared in the deep alley in an instant, leaving only a blurry afterimage. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of Lin Xiaofeng's solemn mansion.

The stars in the night sky were like pearls inlaid on black velvet cloth. They tried their best to illuminate the dark night and reflected on the open door of Lin Mansion. The door stands out in the darkness, like the mouth of an all-devouring beast. Yang Zhongyi's eyes stayed on the mottled screen wall, where a piece of shabby clothing hung, like a dead leaf swaying helplessly in the autumn wind, giving people an indescribable feeling of desolation. This was his former home, but now it was so desolate and decayed. The pain in his heart was like a knife, making him almost unable to breathe.

However, when he remembered the firm support of his best friend Li Haihua, the despair in his heart instantly melted into a force of hope like ice and snow meeting the warm sun in winter. So, he straightened his back, looked resolutely, and stepped through the familiar yet unfamiliar door without any hesitation.

At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng, his wife, concubines, children, and a group of relatives and friends were sitting around the brightly lit dining table, and laughter filled the entire hall. Yang Zhongyi suddenly broke in and caught a glimpse of Xie Hongxin in the corner. His throat tightened and his words were stuck in his throat. He could only stand quietly aside and shouted loudly: "Mr. Lin!"

This call broke the lively atmosphere in the hall, and everyone's eyes turned to the door, only to realize that an outsider had broken in without permission. Lin Xiaofeng's face suddenly darkened. He glared at Yin Jiajin who was having a leisurely meal and said sternly: "Yin Jiajin! Why is the door not closed? Stop eating and stand in the corner!" Yin Jiajin was so frightened that her face turned pale and she was speechless, so she had to lower her head. obedience.

Lin Xiaofeng's expression immediately changed to a friendly smile, and he joked: "Oh, Lao Yang! What brought you here? Is there another cheap house for sale?" Yang Zhongyi was furious after hearing this. He had a fever, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hands and feet were cold. He held a secret letter tightly in his hand and responded in a cold tone: "Mr. Lin! You have offended someone you shouldn't have! I'm afraid a disaster is about to happen..." ····”

However, before he finished speaking, Lin Xiaofeng ordered: "Xie Hongxin! Teach him a lesson and slap him twice!" After hearing the order, Xie Hongxin rushed forward like a tiger, grabbed Yang Zhongyi's collar, and shook him mercilessly slapped him twice. Yang Zhongyi's cheeks swelled up instantly, and the pain prevented him from saying more words, so he could only swallow the two heavy slaps in humiliation.

Looking up at the hazy sky, Yang Zhongyi's heart was filled with despair. Lin Xiaofeng's lips curled up into a sneer, and his words were as biting as ice: "Huh, what an ignorant guy! He dares to break into my private house without permission, and he dares to speak arrogant words! Search him for me to see if he has anything valuable. !”

Xie Hongxin acted as quickly as a cheetah and immediately launched a rough search of Yang Zhongyi. Although Yang Zhongyi was terrified in his heart, he still tried to struggle and resist. However, under Xie Hongxin's iron-like control, he was like a bug trapped in a spider's web, unable to escape no matter what.

In an instant, the originally neat clothes were torn to pieces. Yang Zhongyi's naked body was exposed to the cold air, and his skin shivered in the cold wind, revealing a helplessness and despair that went deep into his bones. At this time, a glimmer of light flashed in Xie Hongxin's eyes. He took out a hidden bag from Yang Zhongyi's underwear, opened it, and found that there were five hundred taels of silver notes neatly stacked inside.

Seeing this, Yang Zhongyi's eyes suddenly turned blood red, tears welled up in his eyes, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "You can't do this! This is robbery! You gangsters! I want to report it to the official! I want to file a complaint!"

His voice was full of endless panic and indignation, resounding in the solemn air. Lin Xiaofeng's face became even more gloomy, and he said sternly: "Robbery? I, Lin Xiaofeng, have always been clean and aboveboard in my work. How can I allow you to talk nonsense here?! Bring me here!"

Upon hearing this, Xie Hongxin immediately dragged Yang Zhongyi to Lin Xiaofeng. Lin Xiaofeng walked to the screen wall angrily, while Xie Hongxin followed closely with Yang Zhongyi in his arms. Lin Xiaofeng pointed at the screen wall and scolded sternly: "Open your eyes and take a good look at what's written on it!"

Yang Zhongyi endured the severe pain, tried hard to open his swollen eyes, struggled to identify the handwriting in front of him, and read out word by word: "I...emperor...po..." ·····Mo·······Where?”

Lin Xiaofeng sneered with a mocking face: "It seems that you are still a person who has read books." He pressed forward step by step: "Do you know the value behind these four words? Is this what you can see for no reason? Five A hundred taels of silver is already cheap for you, you bitch who is still not satisfied! Get out of here!"

Lin Xiaofeng's words were like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into Yang Zhongyi's heart. Yang Zhongyi was stunned. He looked at the screen wall and then at Lin Xiaofeng. Tears finally burst out of his eyes, like broken pearls falling. Later, he was mercilessly thrown out of the door by Xie Hongxin and fell to the ground unable to move.

He lay alone on the cold ground, his body stiff as a withered leaf, letting the cold wind blow by. His consciousness gradually blurred, and he felt like the whole world was leaving him. Fear, despair, helplessness...all kinds of negative emotions flooded his soul like a tide.

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After driving Yang Zhongyi out of the door, Xie Hongxin still maintained his iconic boldness. He waved his arms vigorously, and the door made a deafening "bang" sound. The impact was like a painter splashing ink, and it was in the eyes of everyone. A touch of color was added to the long scroll of life, which instantly calmed down the previous disturbances, and the courtyard returned to tranquility.

At this moment, in a corner of the courtyard, Lin Taohua picked up a letter that had fallen quietly. She opened her curious eyes and carefully looked at the mysterious object in her hand. She raised her wrist and greeted the crowd around her, "Everyone, the guest just now seems to be delivering a letter to our young master."

When Lin Xiaofeng heard the word "letter", he frowned slightly and took the letter with a blank look on his face. "Letter? That's inexplicable." He muttered to himself, and then opened the envelope. Inside was an exquisite invitation, announcing that a grand poetry debate conference would be held by the Weiming Lake in three days, and it would be signed by the organizer. The place is also covered with the solemn red seal of Shangshu Mansion.

"Poetry debate?" Lin Xiaofeng frowned with a bitter expression, "This thing is beyond the scope of my only nine years of compulsory education. You know, memorizing ancient poems is more difficult for me than climbing to the sky. Na."

Lin Taohua observed from the side and suggested with concern: "Master, do you want to go to this appointment?"

Lin Xiaofeng sneered, his eyes flashing with cunning and vigilance, "Going to the appointment? I'm afraid it's not a Hongmen Banquet. It's probably the young man named Li Haihua from Shangshu Mansion who wants to cause trouble. That big-mouthed Yang Zhongyi is probably involved."

"Hongmen Banquet? What is that? Can you eat it?" Xie Hongxin's tongue-in-cheek words elicited a burst of relaxed laughter.

Lin Xiaofeng teased: "If you go, I'm sure you'll be able to eat enough! But I don't want to drown in this muddy water." After saying this, he planned to tear the letter into pieces.

At the critical moment, Yin Jiajin at the corner suddenly spoke up to stop her. Although her voice was soft, it was as clear as a silver bell in this quiet space. "Oh, don't tear it up! Don't tear it up!" Everyone's eyes were fixed on the ground. Turning to her, I saw that her cheeks were flushed and her hands were clenched into fists nervously. It was obvious that she mustered up the courage to stand up.

Yin Jiajin moved shyly, walked up to Lin Xiaofeng, and gently took out the letter from his hand with her slender fingers. She lowered her head and stared at the seal on the envelope, and then spoke cautiously: "Master, this letter is from the Shangshu Mansion, that..."

She paused slightly, thinking about the appropriate way to express herself, and then continued: "This poetry debate will definitely gather many dignitaries to attend."

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, his eyes suddenly brightened up, and his originally sad face instantly turned into an expression of excitement and anticipation. He rubbed his palms together, as if he had seen gold and silver treasures shining brightly.

Yin Jiajin secretly glanced at Lin Xiaofeng, sighing at his greed. She took a deep breath and continued to suggest: "Such a social occasion is really rare. You are new to the capital and have few connections, so why not... Is this letter being sold as an opportunity?”

After hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng's face bloomed with a flower-like smile. He couldn't help but patted Yin Jiajin's head and praised: "Xiao Yin, you are really getting smarter and smarter! This method is wonderful!"

Yin Jiajin was shocked by this "head-touching and killing", and secretly gritted her teeth: "Oh! Why did the head-touching and killing come again! I can't let him fool him, I have my own plan!"

Lin Xiaofeng turned to look at Lin Taohua and ordered: "Xiao Taohua, tomorrow you go to various restaurants, academies and other places to find out whether anyone is interested in this letter. If there are any doubters, lead them Go back home and I’ll contact you personally.”

Yin Jiajin couldn't wait to continue: "Just let me do this! I just came to the capital and haven't had a good stroll yet, so it's time for Sister Taohua to take a rest."

Lin Xiaofeng looked at Yin Jiajin suspiciously, and asked dubiously: "Can you... do it?"

Yin Jiajin straightened her back and patted her chest confidently: "Don't worry, young master, I can definitely handle it!"

"Okay, let Xie Hongxin accompany you tomorrow. Yin Jiajin, your performance today is indeed outstanding. If you successfully sell, I will give you a 10% commission as a reward."

"I don't care about those few small coins!" Yin Jiajin muttered secretly in her heart, but she responded obediently on her face: "Master, in fact, my father had contacts with some merchants in the capital in the early years. It would be more convenient for me to go look for it myself, without having to bother Hong. I trust you..."

"In this case, you must be careful and pay attention to safety on the road." Lin Xiaofeng warned, "Your performance is indeed great today, go and have a meal quickly."

Yin Jiajin took the order and left, but her thoughts were completely different. Lin Xiaofeng looked at her back and nodded secretly. Although he was a little surprised, he also had more expectations for Yin Jiajin's abilities. This farce surrounding an invitation letter indicates that there will be a moderate storm in the coming days.

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(End of this chapter)