After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Chapter 410: Spreading falsehoods
One kneeled and the other sat, a red sun slowly set behind Lin Zhiyu, giving her whole body a layer of golden light.

Wan Qianlai opened his swollen eyes and watched her thin shoulders holding up the colorful clouds.

Lin Zhiyu lowered his eyes and said nothing, turned around and left.

It seemed that he just came to remind him, nothing more.

Wan Ganlai's throat rolled.

He admitted that the moment his boss came over, he felt a little sympathetic.

But if he hadn't lost his job, his elderly mother might have froze to death under the city wall and no one would have known about it.

Who can explain the cause and effect in the world?

He bent down and kowtowed three times.

Surrounded by people devouring food, no one paid attention to the confession of a wealthy middle-aged man in this corner.

An Gaoyi whispered: "Is it true that if we didn't resell the boss's grain, the situation wouldn't be so serious?"

"No." Lin Zhiyu glanced at him.

An Gaoyi is just a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, an age when he is extremely susceptible to outside influence.

"There are more than one Wan Qian Lai in the capital."

Lin Zhiyu looked through the city gate and looked at the looming corner of the palace among the buildings.

Just a corner of it can already make people guess the grandeur inside, and the pool of wine and meat inside.

"I've seen you before, how could I admit my mistake?!"

There was a commotion on the right, and even though some people shouted loudly, they still couldn't stop the excitement of the crowd.

Lin Zhiyu stood on tiptoe and looked outside. The person speaking was an old man with a gray beard, talking loudly among the crowd.

An Gaoyi saw that Lin Zhiyu became interested and ran to take a look.

When he came back, he couldn't hide his excitement: "My boss, guess who is over there?"

Lin Zhiyu frowned: "Who?"

"Prince Jin!"

An Gaoyi's eyes were bright, showing the admiration of a young man when he sees his idol.

"A teacher said that the man looked exactly like King Jin!"

King of Jin? Zhou Zijin?

Why is he still in the capital?
Did she really turn a deaf ear to her words?
Lin Zhiyu quickly walked there.

An Gaoyi babbled beside her: "It's strange, I remember that King Jin is dead.

Is it just like what was said in the storybook, first fake death and then fake revenge? "

Lin Zhiyu glanced around the crowd and his face sank.

She saw the figure she had seen in the inn that day.

"do not talk."

An Gaoyi was frightened by Lin Zhiyu and covered his mouth.

After struggling to squeeze through the crowd, I saw the old man holding on to the sleeve of a young man and refusing to let go.

"Your Majesty, now my relatives are interfering in politics, the people in power are doing nothing, and the people are living in dire straits.

Please, Your Majesty, please save us! "

The old man with white beard burst into tears.

Zhou Zijin's sleeves were pulled by him, and he didn't look angry at all.

"Sir, have you mistaken the person? I'm just an ordinary businessman, how can I be the King of Jin you call me?"

"You can't be wrong! I saw it with my own eyes when the emperor patrolled the streets."

The old man used a free hand to gesture, "You are right next to Luan Jia, passing by me.

I am old, but my eyesight is not blurry and my memory is not messed up. Your lord, you cannot just ignore me. "

Lin Zhiyu was extremely anxious.

His identity being exposed is not a good thing.

Either he will become the target of public criticism again, or he will be eradicated by Qin Xiao.

There happened to be a woman standing next to her, holding a bowl in her hand. The rice porridge in the bowl had bottomed out, and she looked confused.

"Will the prince come here?"

Lin Zhiyu was so happy that he turned to the woman and whispered: "That's right, I don't think it looks like it." Seeing that someone had the same opinion as her, the woman suddenly became interested.

She squinted her eyes and looked Lin Zhiyu up and down.

He has an average appearance and a thin body, and he probably came here from the desert like himself.

"Have you met Prince Jin too?" the woman asked doubtfully.

More than just seen it.

Lin Zhiyu smiled bitterly in his heart and nodded towards the woman.

"I have seen his portrait. King Jin Feng is handsome and handsome, with a face as beautiful as a crown jewel.

But look at that man, he still has a scar on his brow. "

The woman looked there carefully, hey, that's right.

"What kind of elixir does a nobleman in the capital have that can leave scars on a prince?"

Lin Zhiyu continued to add fuel to the fire.

Someone listened to a few words and asked curiously: "What are you talking about?"

The woman turned her head and said, "Let me tell you, this man is not a Jin prince at all..."

At this moment, the old man actually pulled Zhou Zijin's sleeve and knelt down towards him.

"My lord, I have been teaching and educating people for decades, and I have heard many of your stories.

I didn't believe you when you were falsely accused of treason. You are not that kind of person.

But now, are you really going to abandon us? "

Zhou Zijin froze, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to help the old man up.

"Old sir, do you know everything about King Jin?"

"Exactly."

The old man did not move, determined to make Zhou Zijin agree to his request.

Several other people who stood on the old man's side also knelt down.

"I beg you, your Majesty, to rectify the country's foundation, kill your relatives, and restore peace and prosperity to the people!"

The voices of five or six people drowned out the noise around them, and even the people in line turned around and looked here curiously.

"I think I just admitted my mistake. This man doesn't look like a prince at all."

A man on the left muttered quietly.

When this muttering came to the ground, a few more people responded.

"That's right. The prince is full of nobility. How can such a businessman compare with him?"

"I know this man. The scar on his eyebrow was from a fight with someone when he was a child!"

The last sentence made Lin Zhiyu burst into laughter.

I just said something about a scar, but it has already spread so outrageously?
She looked around and saw that Lu Yan no longer knew where he was going.

But the old man may have gotten older, and his temper was a bit more stubborn, and he refused to leave.

"You are King Jin, I will never admit your mistake!"

The crowd is divided into two groups, each with its own opinion.

Across the crowd, Lin Zhiyu caught Zhou Zijin's eyes off guard.

She subconsciously wanted to cover her face, but when her hand touched her face, she felt the cold touch of the mask.

What are you afraid of?
Wearing a mask, even Qin Xiao would not be able to recognize her!
Lin Zhiyu put down his hand with a slight embarrassment. Seeing more and more people, he suddenly had an idea in his mind.

She raised her head, pushed aside the few people who were joining in the fun in front of her, and walked up to Zhou Zijin.

"Snapped!"

Facing the puzzled looks of the people around him, Lin Zhiyu raised his hand and slapped Zhou Zijin.

This slap abruptly interrupted the old man's chatter.

The woman just now was also dumbfounded.

Does this girl know this man?

"You kid, how can you hit someone?"

The old man had obviously never encountered such a thing, and his questioning voice seemed a little lacking in confidence.

That's King Jin!