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

Chapter 90

Emperor Jingjiang sat on the dragon chair, his huge figure illuminated by the dim candlelight, looking solemn and mysterious, like a rich and colorful historical picture.

At this moment, he was immersed in the wonderful resonance between drama and reality. His deep eyes shone with wisdom, as if he could see into all the secrets in the world.

When this sigh came from the heart: "Lin Xiaofeng did this with good intentions!" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, it was like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

These words were like a sharp sword, piercing the original peaceful atmosphere in the palace. After hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the three pavilion elders changed rapidly, just like the sudden fall of frost, which instantly solidified on their originally calm faces. The corners of their mouths twitched subtly, but that subtle movement revealed the turmoil in their hearts, like a river with undercurrents. It seemed calm on the surface, but in fact it was already turbulent underneath.

Blanch! Things are unpredictable, but they are so coincidental, as if the plot in the drama has been cleverly moved into real life, which is fascinating and amazing. It turns out that behind Lin Xiaofeng's seemingly ordinary actions, there are actually profound and delicate meanings and considerations hidden, just like every step in a chess game, each move contains the key power that can change the situation.

Emperor Jingjiang was immersed in the emotion of Lin Xiaofeng's wisdom and strategy. As his eyes moved, he caught a glimpse of the three pavilion elders with uncertain faces, solemn as iron, and mixed feelings in their hearts. When their eyes met, there was both worry about the unknown changes and speculation about the possible impact of Lin Xiaofeng's move. Their thoughts are in tangle, and they are all looking for their own answers and countermeasures in the real story involved in the drama.

Emperor Jingjiang walked forward with steady and solemn steps, carrying royal majesty and thoughtfulness in his steps. What was condensed between his brows was not only the weight of authority, but also the deep concern for the country and the country. His voice was like a low bell ringing, and every word seemed to strike deep in the heart. He slowly opened his mouth and asked: "Who is that group of people wearing black clothes and moving mysteriously, and what kind of people are they?" Origin?" The meaning of inquiry in these words seems to be lifting a veil and exploring the truth behind it.

When the waiter heard this, his eyes flashed with dissociation and perfunctory, as if he didn't want to touch on some obscure things. He responded lightly: "They are just a group of rogues from the local Sanshen Gang. They are in the market. Ordinary people tend to avoid characters who fish in troubled waters." At this moment, Emperor Jingjiang's eyes intertwined with those of the civil and military officials in the hall, and their eyes were full of surprise and confusion. They couldn't believe that this group of people usually looked at each other. The domineering ruffian actually one day devotes himself to charity.

Emperor Jingjiang opened his red lips again, and his words were more nuanced and probing: "Since they are notorious gang thugs, why are you no longer afraid of them?" The corner of the waiter's mouth raised slightly, and he touched A sly and vicissitudes of smile bloomed quietly, as if he had experienced all the hardships of the world in the long river of time. He responded calmly and tactfully: "In the past, we were really afraid of them, fearing to avoid them, but in recent days, there seems to be a wave of The invisible force quietly changed them, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, turning from evil to good. The arrogant and domineering behavior of oppressing their neighbors with violence has disappeared, and has been replaced by various good deeds. As time goes by, the people. We gradually got used to their presence, and even began to find that their presence brought many benefits. "

After hearing these words, Emperor Jingjiang's face was as calm as a lake without any ripples, but his heart was already surging like a tide with thousands of thoughts. He silently wondered: What kind of magical power can make these former prodigal sons turn around and change their ways? Could it be that they were deceived by some kind of evil that was beyond common sense, or did the goddess of fate offer them a compassionate salvation? What kind of twists and turns and bizarre stories and unfathomable changes in human nature are hidden behind these seemingly ordinary changes in the city?
In fact, Emperor Jingjiang and his ministers knew nothing about it, and there was a hidden secret entangled between Ma Laosan and Lin Xiaofeng. Since surrendering to the imperial court, Xie Hongxin led Ma Laosan to attack like lightning and thunder, and swept away the tangled gangsters of all sizes in Beicheng as quickly as the wind. At that time, Ma Laosan was like an eagle spreading its wings, high-spirited and ambitious to dominate Beijing. However, everything in the world must decline when it flourishes. After a brief period of spring breeze, boundless fear and emptiness quietly grew in his heart, as if he was in a lonely wilderness after the prosperity had faded.

Whenever night falls and the stars twinkle, Ma Laosan cannot sleep peacefully. He stared out the window, and what he repeatedly replayed in his mind was Xie Hongxin's extraordinary divine might and his iron-fisted tactics. These memories were like a cold wind, constantly pricking his heart, making him realize clearly that under the government's vigorous and pressing investigation, he was the core problem that needed to be solved urgently.

Although Ma Laosan is in the whirlpool of troubled times, he is not a reckless person who acts recklessly based on blood and courage. Soon after taking over the power to rule Beicheng, he began a subversive reform and reshuffle movement. He recast the gang rules with an iron will and held high the banner of chivalry and virtue. Although this move aroused disdain and ridicule from some of his old subordinates, he turned a deaf ear to such dissent and was as firm as a rock.

If a rebellious person dares to challenge his decision-making authority, Ma Laosan will not hesitate to lead the other party into the secret room and use a unique set of teaching methods. No matter how stubborn the other party resists, he will face it until he is completely convinced. , bowed his head and obeyed his orders. This series of actions is like a silent symphony, playing on the stage of his life full of contradictions and struggles, lingering with lingering sounds, demonstrating Ma Laosan's deep and complex inner world and perseverance and unyielding personality.

Ma Laosan, a ruthless character in Beicheng, has a wrist as hard as iron, and worldly feelings as if they are a plaything in the palm of his hand. He is especially well versed in the tricks of the troupe. With a sharp vision unique to gangsters, he established a unique judgment system in Beicheng - the red and black list of brothels and casinos. This list is like a mirror, reflecting the quality and reputation of each place, and the authenticity is immediately apparent. As soon as this operation was unveiled, it caused thousands of ripples in the market. People spread it word of mouth and praised it. Word-of-mouth quickly spread to every corner of the streets and alleys, and even the most inconspicuous vendors spoke of it. commend.

As time goes by, Ma Laosan's name and his rules are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. His fame and wealth are growing like a snowball. His influence is like a big tree deeply rooted in the soil of Beicheng, with branches and leaves. Mao, cannot be shaken. But behind this bustling scene, a young man named Lin Xiaofeng hated him with hatred. Lin Xiaofeng saw through Ma Laosan's appearance of reforming his evil ways and thought it was his carefully planned Machiavellian tactics. He was very angry about this and secretly looked for opportunities to get rid of Ma Laosan.

However, Ma Laosan's rigorous and meticulous behavior was like an airtight copper wall. No matter how Lin Xiaofeng racked his brains, it was always difficult to find an opportunity to take advantage of. Every seemingly impeccable plan pales in comparison to Ma Laosan. Lin Xiaofeng's heart was filled with deep suspicion and disdain for the things Ma Laosan had done that were praised by the world. He firmly believes in the principle that "dog nature is hard to change" and believes that Ma Laosan is a ruthless character in his heart. No matter how glamorous he looks on the outside, he cannot hide his inner cold nature.

Under the surveillance that was as tight as an iron barrel, Ma Laosan was like a tenaciously growing weed. Instead of restraining himself, he became more and more wanton with his courage and indulgence. This power was like a burning fire cooking oil. The Sanshen Gang's power base in North Langfang continued to grow until they were firmly seated as the overlord of this land. One day, Emperor Jingjiang was sitting on the dragon chair and exchanged a few deep and powerful glances with the three experienced and experienced pavilion elders around him. Then, he turned his eyes to the waiter standing beside him, and there was a trace of evil in his tone. With an elusive intention, he asked: "Do you know where the highly respected Mr. De is now? I intend to summon him to come and see him."

Hearing this, the waiter immediately bowed his head, with a respectful look on his face, and slowly replied: "Just now, I heard the rumors in the streets and alleys. It is said that Mr. De is leisurely enjoying himself at the newly opened Xuanzang on South Street. In Ye Restaurant, he often tastes the dishes of fennel beans that are full of age. In his spare time, he personally teaches street children how to read and write. If your Majesty comes in person at this time, you will definitely be able to meet him. "

After listening to the waiter's answer, Emperor Jingjiang gently waved his hand to signal him to leave, and then turned his attention back to the three pavilion elders. At this moment, his face was as firm as a rock, and his words were loud and clear: "In this case, we will go together, See with your own eyes how Lin Xiaofeng and the others are strategizing and winning from thousands of miles away. I can no longer contain my curiosity and anticipation for this change!" After hearing this, the three pavilion elders showed a subtle look on their faces. The smiles showed the indifference and tacit understanding after all the time. They nodded slightly, silently expressing their agreement. As a result, the group of people quickly packed their bags and prepared to uncover the mysterious veil that swept through the North City and embark on a journey to explore the intertwined truth and power.

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In the inner room of Xuan Ye Restaurant, the quiet and long afternoon seemed to have specially created a silhouette for Lin Xiaofeng. He occupies a space on one side of the counter, and his figure seems to be stretched thin and long by the fingers of time. The coarse cloth clothes were casually put on the body. The texture was rough but revealed a kind of unpretentious tenacity, just like the traces of time wrapped in old tree bark. Lin Xiaofeng leaned against an old counter that was mottled and engraved with the vicissitudes of time. He was stuck in an indescribable boredom. His expression was like a picture scroll that had been rubbed by life, and the wrinkles were filled with endless thoughts. story.

Opposite the counter, the shopkeeper is concentrating on the abacus beads in his hand. Every move is precise and powerful, just like the light tap of drizzle on the quiet window lattice on a spring night. The crackling sound echoes in the empty restaurant, continuously. Continuously, like a symphony of life, ordinary fireworks fill every corner and permeate every inch of the air.

In the core area of ​​the hall, several square wooden tables are cleverly spliced ​​into a ring. The hot pot feast laid out on them is simply a three-dimensional reproduction of the market customs: the fat and thin meat slices are like mountains, and the fresh vegetables are like emerald embellishments. In the meantime, the steaming soup base is like the source of life surging in the earth, weaving together the supreme delicious temptation in the world. This scene attracts people from all over the world to sit around the fire. They laugh or whisper, each looking for the warmth and sentiment of life in the atmosphere of delicious food.

Among the crowd, a few young faces were particularly noticeable. They were children who had not yet shed their innocence. Their clear and curious eyes were wide open, and their gazes were fixed on Li Dexian in the center of the crowd like torches, concentrating on Li Dexian. The level is no less than that of a student who listens to teachings. Every word of Li Dexian is like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in circles, creating ripples in the depths of those innocent hearts, reflecting this noisy but tender world.

At this moment, Li Dexian was like a proud and independent peacock in the bustling world. His high-spirited attitude was like the blazing summer sun, lighting up a corner of the entire restaurant. His words are like the endless flow of a river, and each sentence is like a work of art carefully carved by a craftsman. It vividly depicts the ordinary and trivial things he has experienced in recent days, the extraordinary shines brightly, and the tenacity is deeply impressed. His vivid and expressive way of narrating, like a magical scroll, slowly unfolds in the children's innocent spiritual world, attracting their fascination. Their bright eyes are filled with admiration and yearning for this hero in life.

At the moment of emotional climax, Li Dexian suddenly straightened his back, thrust his hands into his waist, raised his head to the sky, and let out a burst of heroic laughter. The laughter was loud and passionate, as if it could shatter the rubble of the restaurant. Straight up to the sky, showing the true character of a man who is indomitable and passionate.

In the corner of this bustling scene, Lin Xiaofeng stood there quietly, as if there was a touch of silence in the hustle and bustle. He placed one hand lightly on the edge of the counter, his fingertips slightly touching the wooden texture. He held a few fennel beans in his other hand and chewed them slowly, as if he was savoring the various flavors of life. Each bean seemed to contain the sweet, sour, bitter and spicy flavors. of life. His eyes never left Li Dexian, sometimes he shook his head helplessly, as if lamenting the impermanence of fate; sometimes he sighed deeply, as if thinking about the difficulty of life.

Lin Xiaofeng, who is usually thoughtful and steady, and is respectfully called the "Prince", has a side that few people know about. At this moment, he seemed to have shed the heavy shell of an adult and returned to the childlike appearance of that childish child. He mingled among the children, chatting and laughing, telling those exaggerated and bizarre stories, bragging about the boundless cowhide, enjoying it endlessly and completely forgetting himself. This rare frankness and love for life have become the most unique and unforgettable scenery in this bustling restaurant.

At that smoky and steaming hot pot banquet, Lin Xiaofeng seemed to be aloof, not coveting the worldly taste at all. That pot of crystal clear soup base did not have the blazing fire of chili peppers and the mellow richness of butter to catalyze its taste. It was just slow-boiled with the most bland water, and the floating meat slices in it were not even visible. Touching upon his strict definition of delicious taste deep in his heart. However, amidst the poverty and indifference of this group, Li Dexian's lofty ambitions were like a burning torch, instantly lighting up the entire banquet.

Li Dexian's words were like a rushing river, full of enthusiasm. Where the passion was surging, his body could not suppress the excitement in his heart. He stood up suddenly and stepped onto the solid old wooden bench. His movements were like a tiger descending a mountain, with extraordinary momentum. His eyes were piercing, like sharp eagle eyes sweeping across the faces of the people sitting around the hot pot. Their faces showed shy and reserved expressions. Facing the table full of delicacies, they hesitated with the chopsticks in their hands. Yu, as if making a silent and difficult decision, did not dare to put those delicious foods into his mouth easily.

When Li Dexian saw this scene, his heart could not help but feel hot, and a rush of blood rushed to his forehead. It was an emotion of sincere compassion and generosity. Then, in the silence, he shouted loudly, his voice was like a bell, shocking people's hearts: "Fellow folks, you don't have to be so embarrassed and timid! This event set up today is The feast is prepared by me, Li Dexian, with all my wealth and effort, so that you can enjoy the rare and rich meat in this ordinary day. Everyone, please relax your mind and put everything aside. No worries, raise your glass happily and enjoy this most beautiful delicacy in the world. Let every bite be filled with the warmth and joy of life. Don’t let down the table of delicacies and wine in front of you, as well as this rare time of joy!”

At this moment, in this dark corner, Lin Xiaofeng stood with his small but strong figure, like a green pine tenaciously growing between the cracks in the rocks, full of energy. His eyes closely followed Li Dexian's impassioned speech, which was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, pointing directly at people's hearts. Lin Xiaofeng responded to Mr. Li's heroic words, with unyielding and perseverance in his voice: "That's exactly what it is! Today's feast of delicacies is really the result of Mr. Li's righteousness and selfless dedication. Don't miss this rare opportunity in a thousand years." When the opportunity comes, show off your appetite quickly and enjoy the delicacies of the world, because maybe it will be difficult to repeat such a sumptuous scene in the near future.”

He turned around and faced the people around him. The look in his eyes at that moment was like the spring breeze blowing through the cold winter. It was deeply embedded in everyone's heart, full of endless care and comfort: "As for the current damage to the house, the government will take action vigorously and resolutely." The organization will be repaired and temporary housing will be properly arranged for everyone during this turbulent transition period. You don't need to worry about the trivial matters of life. Even if the external environment is turbulent, you still need to maintain a daily rhythm when it comes to eating, and you must not be distracted by temporary difficulties. Ignoring the fireworks of life is the most solid foundation of our life. "

Lin Xiaofeng's steps were steady and powerful, as if every step was stepping on solid ground, exuding a majesty that required no words. He stepped into the quaint shop with a calm dignity between his brows. Walking straight to the counter, facing the shopkeeper with a slightly bent body and a respectful face, he gave the order in a low but firm voice: "Take out all the meat in the store immediately." As soon as these words came out, it was as if the ground was flat. A thunder echoed in the small shop, shaking the walls. After hearing this order, the shopkeeper's face suddenly changed subtly. His hands couldn't help but rub together. With fear and uneasiness, he cautiously moved forward a few steps and whispered in a low voice: " Sir, the shop will do its best to ensure adequate food supply, but this meat..."

The name Lin Xiaofeng seemed to be shrouded in a sharp edge at this moment. When he heard those words, a cold light flashed through the depths of his eyes, changing rapidly. He raised his eyelids slightly, not in an arrogant and domineering manner, but with a calm and sharp look, then rolled his eyes and chuckled. This laughter was full of joking and majesty, like a deep drama that opened in an instant: "Why are you so vague? Regarding money matters, you don't have to worry. I have always been generous. Just follow your instructions." Just do it." Every word he spoke was like a piece of writing made of cast iron, every word struck the ground with a sound, and every echo left an undoubted mark of power in the air.

When the shopkeeper heard this, his face immediately became more embarrassed, like a bronze mirror that had been polished over time but still couldn't cover up the cracks. A bitter and helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. That smile was filled with the hardships of life and the harshness of the world. He cupped his hands and responded to Lin Xiaofeng: "Sir, you have misunderstood. It's not that we are stingy with money, but the fact is that the store has sold out of meat today and is in a hurry." These frank words floated in the bustle of the market, and happened to pass through the crowd. , got into the ears of Li Dexian who was dining in the store.

At this time, Li Dexian happened to hold a piece of steaming meat with glistening oil between his chopsticks. The meat piece glowed with an alluring luster under the light, and seemed to carry a simmering story in the pot. However, at this moment, when he heard the shopkeeper's words, his wrists involuntarily paused, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. The half piece of meat that was about to enter the mouth left a short and subtle trajectory in the air, and then slipped silently back into the boiling and rolling cauldron, causing ripples in circles and stirring up people's hearts. Resonance and emotion about the difficulty of life. Li Dexian, the name sounds ordinary, but his movements reveal an extraordinary calmness. His complexion was like an uncarved ancient jade, and he always maintained that indifferent look, and his demeanor showed a calm and unhurried temperament. I saw him slowly picking up a piece of green vegetables from the plate of green vegetables in front of him and putting it into his mouth. The movement of chewing carefully seemed to be savoring the five flavors of life, and the traces of sour, sweet, bitter and spicy were all rubbed with the tip of his tongue. The grinding between teeth turned into a silent narrative of time.

He spoke, and his voice was steady and powerful, like a mountain stream. Although it had no waves, it was deep and powerful: "You don't need to worry about me. I feel a little full. Shopkeeper, can you bring me some snacks to cheer you up?" As soon as it fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and then everyone's eyes seemed to be pulled by invisible hands, and they all focused on the shopkeeper. When the shopkeeper heard the sound, he immediately nodded in agreement, with a hurried but respectful look on his eyebrows. He ran to the kitchen as fast as the wind at his feet, leaving a busy and orderly trail in the crowd, just like a vivid picture. A vivid picture of the city.

At this time, Li Dexian was about to get up and leave the table, but unexpectedly, several children with quick eyes and quick hands grabbed him tightly by the hem of his clothes. Their persistence and reluctance were like their young hands grabbing the skirt of time, trying to keep him. Live the story time that is about to pass. Faced with this situation, Li Dexian, instead of being sullen, suddenly smiled. The smile was like a stone washed away by a mountain stream after thousands of twists and turns. The wrinkles on his face bloomed quietly, revealing the warmth after vicissitudes of life. and the light of wisdom.

He spoke loudly, his words filled with enthusiasm and open-mindedness: "Well done, well done! Seeing your eager anticipation, I will comply with God's will and once again perform for you the heroic and exciting story of the prince's heroic battle against the tyrant." The words that came out not only awakened the expectations in the children's eyes, but also aroused a passionate desire for heroic legends in the air.

As for Lin Xiaofeng, at this moment, he had abandoned the hustle and bustle around him, like a silent stone statue, and the boredom accumulated in his heart was like the cracked land longing for the moisture of rain and dew after a long drought. The original plan was to take advantage of the rain break to stroll through the streets and alleys to relax the pent-up emotions in his chest. However, unexpectedly, he was now trapped in this wine shop. The smell of alcohol and the noise of the market all around him became an invisible prison. cage.

The prince was talking eloquently there, his eyebrows were dancing with joy, like a peacock spreading its tail, sparing no effort to embellish its feathers with other people's affairs, and his words were full of meaning. All this fell into Lin Xiaofeng's eyes, only to make him sigh deeply in his heart: "Oh, things in the world are unpredictable, people's hearts are unpredictable, and the people I meet are not of the same kind as me!"

At the same time, Li Dexian was sitting at the table, his hands waving freely in the air, as if those rough hands were not holding real cups, but the battle flags of thousands of troops. Every swing seemed to mobilize The fate of countless people. The words from his mouth surged out like a river breaking through the ice. The continuous torrent of language echoed in the wine shop, drowning out all the surrounding sounds, leaving only his passionate and contagious narration. , lingering in the air for a long time.

Suddenly, the door seemed to be gently pushed by a gust of invisible wind and quietly opened. This moment of breaking the silence made Lin Xiaofeng feel as if he was being pulled by some mysterious force. He instantly twisted his neck and glanced at the door. The person outside the door lowers his head and steps in, leisurely folding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and half of his face is in the shadow cast by the umbrella eaves. This delicate movement is like light ink swaying on rice paper, outlining a poetic silhouette painting.

Lin Xiaofeng's eyes instantly narrowed into a thin line, as sharp as a predator locking its prey. He suddenly jumped up from the chair, with an extraordinary agility and decisiveness flowing through his body. Bypassing the counter that symbolized power and busyness, he shuttled between the shopkeepers who were busy in the accounting room, his figure light but determined. In an instant, he snatched the brush from the shopkeeper's hand and started writing quickly on the yellowed account book. The words in his mouth were like beads falling on a jade plate, continuously: "Oh! Your Excellency, shopkeeper, I look at this month. The accounting situation is quite worrying. Could it be that the concept of honest management we uphold in daily life has been shaken? You must know that the laws of the business world and the path of life have the same root. Only faith is as precious as gold and we must stick to it. Only by moving can the business be nourished like a long stream of water, which will eventually lead to horses and carriages running side by side and money rolling in..."

Before he could finish his words, the shopkeeper who was caught off guard unfortunately had ink splashed on his face during the fight for the brush. He was stunned on the spot, his face covered with black stains, and his expression was stunned and confused. Lin Xiaofeng's whispers lingered in his ears. Those words contained a unique insight into world affairs and a deep concern about the gradual erosion of morality in the world. I can see that his gesture of holding the pen is strong and steady, and every character is like a silent cry for his belief in the world.

Li Dexian's narration is reaching the peak moment of interweaving emotions and words. It is as if his blood has turned into hot lava, boiling and rolling in his chest. Every word he utters is as sonorous and powerful as gold and stone: "That's where Thanos is." The giant of the world, its iron-like palm was like the top of a mountain, tightly squeezing the noble but helpless neck of the emperor, while his other hand was gathering strength and was about to strike the key to determine the fate of hundreds of millions of people. When he snapped his fingers, in an instant, the figure of the prince..." At this moment, Li Dexian's eyes suddenly widened, like two shining obsidians, with flames of tension and shock burning in the depths of his pupils, and his sight seemed to be caught by Invisible nails were firmly fixed on the body of a middle-aged man who had just crossed the threshold of the restaurant.

This man was tall and tall, like a moving mountain. His facial lines were as cold and hard as iron. A melancholy air enveloped his whole body, like the biting north wind in the cold winter months. Wherever it passed, everything bowed its head. This scene made Lin Xiaofeng, who was standing not far away, feel his heart strings tightening like a bow, and a chill running down his spine that penetrated his bones. At this exciting moment, the majestic figure of Emperor Jingjiang suddenly arrived here.

Emperor Jingjiang's gaze was as sharp as a sword, instantly piercing through the hustle and bustle, and landed on Lin Xiaofeng accurately. The latter immediately restrained all his emotional fluctuations, his face was as solemn and solemn as a sculpture, and his calm words rang out clearly amidst the noise: "Shopkeeper, hurry up and arrange a first-class guest room for me." Before he finished speaking, he was as quick as a leopard, took the key, strode up the stairs, and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant. At this moment, Li Dexian was like a defeated fighting cock, with his head drooped and trailing behind Emperor Jingjiang in despair. From time to time, he secretly glanced sideways at the monarch who exuded endless majesty, with unconcealable awe and awe in his eyes. Confuse.

Emperor Jingjiang did not take those majestic steps alone, but led his ministers into the pavilion slowly like a formation of wild geese. An indescribable and subtle atmosphere instantly filled the building, like a glass bubble bursting at the touch of a finger. Emperor Jingjiang's sharp eyes like a falcon were always locked on Li Dexian's body. No matter any subtle changes in his movements, nothing could escape his penetrating gaze. The three veteran cabinet ministers, like weathered old camphor trees, with warm smiles on their faces, calmly and silently observed this surging undercurrent.

The stiff situation was finally broken by Lin Xiaofeng with a careful pace. He hesitated slightly, and while everyone held their breath, he asked in a tentative tone: "Your Majesty, you have come here in person today. It happened that there was a strong wind and rain pouring down outside the window." , the sky is gloomy and cold, do you need to consider adding clothes to keep your majesty's dragon body warm?" As soon as he said this, a deep and intriguing smile appeared on the corner of Emperor Jingjiang's mouth, his eyes were like ripples of teasing towards Lin Xiaofeng, and his words It was full of ridicule: "As a noble person, can't I visit North Langfang at will? Or is it that you, Lin Xiaofeng, have hidden worries in your heart and don't want me to set foot here?"

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, his face instantly turned pale, and panic and anxiety surged through him like a tide. He responded hastily: "How dare I have the slightest idea of ​​such a thing? What I am looking forward to day and night is His Majesty's visit. Please see "This memorial is still in the preliminary stage. The handwriting is messy and the paper is wrinkled. I hurriedly took it from the desk for your Majesty's review." As he spoke, he pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper from his sleeve with a few lines on it. The large, hastily written characters stand out.

Upon seeing this, Emperor Jingjiang gently flicked his sleeves. His casual and free-spirited imperial demeanor was quietly restrained, but he showed endless majesty in his movements. He sighed slightly, and his words were as indifferent as wandering clouds and wild cranes: "I am just a wanderer who loves the mountains and rivers. I never expected that under your careful care, this North Langfang would show such a completely new look. It is really shocking. People’s eyes light up.”

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, a shy blush appeared on his cheeks. He lowered his eyebrows and showed his humility: "Your Majesty praises you too much, and I deserve it. All these achievements were not achieved by me alone. They are actually the work of His Royal Highness." The result of working hard and staying up late.”

After hearing this, Li Dexian's figure straightened up like a willow branch blown by the spring breeze, and his back was instantly filled with strength, as if the vitality he had accumulated for a long time was fully unleashed at this moment. His eyes were shining with expectation and longing for recognition, like the brightest stars in the night sky, bright and firm. He raised his head high, and his posture at that moment was like a silent picture, showing his tenacity and achievements to the world, trying to win everyone's understanding and praise.

However, Emperor Jingjiang's reaction was as sharp as the north wind, and he snorted coldly, with a sound that was as biting as an ice pick and penetrated people's hearts. This cold snort was like the first snow in winter, covering Li Dexian's eagerness unexpectedly. Emperor Jingjiang asked sternly: "Sir, have you ever recalled what you have done?" This question was heavy and sharp, like thunder crashing down from the sky, which made Li Dexian's eyes instantly filled with tears. The crystal tears flashed under the light, reflecting the sadness and collapse in the heart, like a flash flood that instantly broke down the dam of the soul.

At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng saw that the situation had taken a turn for the worse. He took big steps without hesitation. Each step seemed to be based on solid belief, sonorous and powerful, and every step was radiant. His face was as calm as water but solemn and solemn. Facing the majestic Emperor Jingjiang, he bowed deeply to the end, and his words were loud and precise: "Your Majesty, there may be a misunderstanding on this matter. Your Highness the Crown Prince is indeed an innocent person!" , as if telling a story, he told the story of how the recent prince worked day and night and devoted himself to everything. No matter how big or small the affairs were, the prince personally took care of everything and took care of them one by one. Especially when the heavy rain caused disaster, the prince stayed calm in the face of danger and personally directed the flood control work in the workshop. He even ignored his personal safety and went to the moat outside the city to measure the water level, just to ensure that the people would be safe and sound in this disaster. . He implored Emperor Jingjiang to observe clearly and fairly examine the prince's hard work and dedication, and not to let the hero sweat and shed tears.

During this period, the injustice endured by the prince shrouded Emperor Jingjiang like a heavy cloud, and it also aroused subtle ripples in the hearts of the tough-minded men of the environmental protection team. Although they said nothing, they secretly sympathized with the young hero. After all, the prince has already made a name for himself at a young age, and he is inseparable from Lin Xiaofeng on weekdays. Such a tacit understanding seems to be that Lin Xiaofeng is in charge of everything and strategizing behind the scenes. However, after the White Horse Temple incident, Lin Xiaofeng gradually faded out of people's sight. He indulged in the laughter and fun among the maids every day, and was intoxicated by the fragrance of tea and wine. It seemed that he had long been away from the turmoil of the world and enjoyed his own leisure.

But under the seemingly calm surface, the prince's figure looked extremely busy and determined. He is like a tireless horse, galloping through the streets and alleys. His bright and deep eyes seem to have the power to penetrate people's hearts. He can see the fireworks of the world and the various scenes of the market at a glance, and the sufferings of the people's livelihood are engraved in the bottom of his heart. Even as heavy rains rage from day to day, the city's context is blurred in the water vapor, and countless complicated and trivial countermeasures and dispatching actions are quietly operating. The wisdom and power behind this actually come from Li Dexian. Silent dedication and careful planning. Although his figure has not been noticed by the world, he is like a pillar in the stream, holding up the rudder of hope steadily in the turbulent changes of world affairs. It forms a strong contrast with the image of the prince running around and working hard, and together they outline a vivid and profound picture. A picture of intertwined power and resourcefulness.

Emperor Jingjiang's face, like a majestic picture, was quietly tainted with anger at this moment. His face was slightly gloomy, as if he was carrying the burden of the empire. Those powerful words echoed in the empty hall: "There is no need to defend him anymore. How can I have no insight into what he did? The affairs of the country are like stars. , all fell into his hands, and where can you courtiers display your great ambitions?" Lin Xiaofeng's face was as calm as autumn water when he heard this, and his words were concise and clear: "Wei Chen was in Anhui at that time? Go to bed." This simple reply was like a wisp of breeze blowing over Emperor Jingjiang's face, causing his expression to freeze instantly, and he was speechless on his half-open lips. When the three highly respected elders in the hall heard this, they couldn't help laughing. They were surprised by Lin Xiaofeng's frankness in speaking his mind, but they also had a hint of admiration in their laughter.

Emperor Jingjiang raised his hand to signal the civil and military officials in the hall to stop talking. When he waved his generous palm, it seemed to bring an invisible majestic force, calming all the noise. His voice was deep and unquestionable: "Don't make random guesses. I have already understood the turmoil behind the world." At this time, Li Dexian's figure seemed particularly isolated in a corner of the hall. His thin body stood there, full of food. The grievances and helplessness seemed to be imprisoned in the bones, and the pale face was like a mirror, reflecting the inner depression and struggle. "Your Majesty, you haven't learned the whole truth yet!" Although Li Dexian's voice was low, it contained tenacity. Every word was like a hammer in the hands of a stonemason, hitting the cold and hard stone slab hard, making a clear and powerful echo, "Your Majesty, Everything I have said comes from my heart. I urge your Majesty to personally consult the people, and the truth will be revealed as bright as day."

Lin Xiaofeng witnessed this scene, and the moral law in his heart was like a bell, warning him not to take away people's beauty, otherwise it would be a kind of debt and betrayal to the common people in the world. So, he stepped forward resolutely, the perseverance in his brows and eyes was like an earth-shattering shock, and his words were filled with decisive power: "Is it really so?" This resounding question reverberated in the air, hitting Emperor Jingjiang's heart directly.

When Emperor Jingjiang heard this, under his deep eyes, the confusion between his brows became thicker and thicker like a thick fog, condensing. His expression changed slightly, as if at that moment, the entire palace was shrouded in a cloud of suspicion. "Your Majesty, you have always known how a minister is, and you have always adhered to the principle of speaking out and giving advice without hesitation." Lin Xiaofeng's words sounded again, but like a sharp sword unsheathed, it pierced the delicate silence on the throne.

However, after Emperor Jingjiang heard these words, a trace of disappointment quietly flashed across his eyes, like fallen leaves in autumn water, brief but eye-catching. This disappointment quietly took root and sprouted in his heart like a seed, and he seemed to have doubts about what Lin Xiaofeng said, feeling that it might be filled with whitewashing and vanity.

At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng cast his magic like a magic master. With a flick of his wrist, a book made of wires appeared in his hand like magic. The book is simple and ancient, with every page bearing the traces of time. There is also a weathered charcoal pencil cleverly sandwiched between them. The wooden texture on it seems to be inscribed with countless untelling stories.

He lowered his head and respectfully presented the booklet in front of Emperor Jingjiang with both hands. The smile on the corner of his mouth seemed indifferent, but in fact it was hidden deep and full of confidence and calmness. He thought secretly in his heart: Every move of His Royal Highness recorded in this booklet is the truth after careful verification and every word is bloody. If your Majesty has any doubts about this, please review the ruling personally. But at the same time, he also knew very well that although the things contained in this booklet were true and correct, they were many beautiful things about Li Dexian that he had carefully selected, in order to take this opportunity to let His Majesty enjoy the experience of seeing his children or getting close to him. outstanding achievements. After all, people in the world are often happy to hear praise and praise for those close to them, and he wanted to use this commonality of human nature to reveal the glorious side of Li Dexian that few people know.

When Li Dexian heard these words, it was like rain coming after a long drought. Gratitude surged in his chest, as if a river had broken its embankment and filled his heart instantly. His eyes were filled with tears, which fell silently, and the drops were crystal clear, reflecting his mellower friendship and respect for Lin Xiaofeng who had gone through ups and downs and shared adversity together. Lin Xiaofeng, this affectionate brother, his image in his heart became even taller because of this kindness.

Emperor Jingjiang took the heavy book, his hands as steady as a rock, carrying the weight of history. He stared at the cover, his eyes intertwined with concentration and prudence, like a hunter sneaking into a dense forest, his keen eyes exploring the tracks of wild beasts hidden in the intertwined branches and vines. Every clue may reveal an unknown secret. Opening the booklet, the content is structured like a private chronicle of life, extremely detailed, recording the ebb and flow of the day, the changes in location, and Li Dexian's actions and movements at every moment of his day, no matter it is under the scorching sun. Every drop of sweat, or every moment of deep gaze in the middle of the night, has been carefully engraved in it.

Emperor Jingjiang knew that people's hearts are complex and profound, and things in the world are often intertwined with truth and falsehood. Therefore, in the process of studying this booklet, he looked at it like a craftsman carefully polishing jade, and no word was omitted, lest there be any fabrication or deception. Mixed in between. However, as the pages turned over, Emperor Jingjiang's expression gradually changed from alert to deeply touched, until he was deeply shocked. The pages of the album are like vivid historical pictures, unfolding one by one according to the latitude and longitude of time, vividly reproducing the little-known contributions made by Li Dexian during the difficult years in Beilangfang. .

Those trivial and trivial things in daily life have received a new interpretation and sublimation in the reading experience at this moment. They are connected in series into a shining trajectory, revealing the greatness behind Li Dexian's ordinaryness. Emperor Jingjiang's soul was baptized in front of these words, and he had an unprecedented in-depth knowledge and understanding of Li Dexian's efforts and sacrifices. This understanding not only touches on Li Dexian's external achievements, but also gives insight into his inner tenacity and unyielding soul and his sincere heart that is loyal to the country and friendship to the end. At this moment, Emperor Jingjiang felt the purest and fiery emotional power of Li Dexian as a person and a minister.

(End of this chapter)