After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Chapter 419 Someone is helping
From now on, she will be the aloof Princess Jin. She is just a commoner. Next time we meet, just one order will make her life worse than death!

But the corners of Lin Minghua's raised lips froze on his face from the moment he entered the palace.

There were a bunch of orioles waiting for orders in the yard. When they saw her coming, they just glanced at her and then gathered together again, chatting about the fashionable things in the capital.

"Master Lu, this is..." Lin Minghua hesitated.

Lu Yan said: "Princess Jin's whereabouts are unknown, and Prince Jin is not in good health. Naturally, she needs someone to take care of her."

After saying these words, Lu Yan took the others away, leaving Lin Minghua alone and helpless.

Are these all concubines?

Her face turned green.

There were footsteps behind him, and Lin Minghua looked back, as if he had seen a savior.

"Brother Zijin!"

She shouted extra loudly, as if just to attract the attention of those beauties.

See, I'm different from you guys who don't get on the stage.

Lin Minghua held Zhou Zijin's arm affectionately and said, "Brother Zijin has regained his identity, and he can live a peaceful life in the future."

"How dare you! How can you call the prince by his first name?" someone behind him shouted.

who is it?

Lin Minghua looked dissatisfied and saw a man who looked like a guard following Zhou Zijin. He was young and seemed to be from the countryside.

Huh, he's just a young boy.

"I am the future Princess Jin, and I am the one who wants to marry your prince. Why can't you call her Brother Jin?"

Lin Minghua straightened his waist and said, "Brother Zijin, please say something."

Zhou Zijin took his hand out and said to Lin Minghua: "You know there are many things I don't remember. I suddenly regained my identity. There are many things to do. Let's move the marriage thing back."

Postponed again?
Lin Minghua was even more dissatisfied.

"Minghua, I leave these people to you to arrange."

Zhou Zijin went to the study, as if he had something important to do.

Lin Minghua bit his lower lip. He wanted to keep everyone in this room?

What words!

Where has the dedicated and gentle King Jin gone?
"Girl, the prince wants you to establish your authority."

Seeing Lin Minghua standing there, Jiang Ye kindly called out something.

"Now that the prince is back, he has to deal with the famine issue. This is no small matter. The girl must not disturb the prince easily."

Then he cupped his fists and followed Zhou Zijin's footsteps.

The madam said she would never leave the prince.

"Oh, brother Zijin, my sister's little mouth screams so sweetly."

Seeing Zhou Zijin leave, several pretty girls there surrounded Lin Minghua, one or two, their tone of voice was full of yin and yang.

"Be respectful."

Lin Minghua put on airs, "The prince said just now that I will be Princess Jin from now on. When you talk to me, you must first consider whether you are qualified."

"Hahahaha... sisters, you heard it, she said she was Princess Jin."

The woman just now laughed contemptuously and took out a painting from behind her.

"Look, the one in this painting is Princess Jin. You only have a slight resemblance to her, but you just want to be the princess?"

The one in the painting is none other than Lin Zhiyu, with a charming smile, standing next to Zhou Zijin, a perfect match.

In Lin Minghua's eyes, it seemed like a mockery of himself.

"Bring it to me!" She snatched the painting and asked, "Where did this painting come from? Has the prince seen it?"

"Of course I got it from the prince."

The woman had no intention of fighting with her, so she snorted with her nostrils raised to the sky.

Brought it from Zhou Zijin...

Lin Minghua's face turned pale. Aren’t you unable to cover up your lies?
……

"She went to Dali Temple? Why didn't you stop her!"

Chu Nianshan's face was terrifyingly dark. This was the first time Qianji saw his master showing such an expression.

Even when facing enemies, the Lord never showed any emotion on his face.

"I just found out that when Madam left, I thought she was going to the shop..."

When Qian Ji said this himself, he felt unconfident.

"Besides, if the Lord has not arranged secret guards around her, nothing will happen to the lady."

Chu Nianshan still had a gloomy face and said nothing.

Even though he knew that Lin Zhiyu would not let go of Zhou Zijin so quickly, Chu Nianshan felt quite unhappy when he heard that she had ignored her own safety for him.

Fortunately, a pretty figure came to the door, and the gloomy atmosphere in the yard finally dissipated.

"How's the matter?" Chu Nianshan stepped forward quickly.

Have you been hurt or bullied?

This was the question he really wanted to ask.

But fake couples shouldn’t ask this.

They are allies.

Lin Zhiyu took off his disguise and revealed his true face: "Zhou Zijin's identity as prince was recognized, and only one of his servants died."

Having his identity recognized was something Chu Nianshan expected.

At this juncture, only by recognizing his identity can the rioting people be appeased and it will benefit the Jiang family without any harm.

"However," Lin Zhiyu paused, "it seems that there are others helping him."

"Others?" Chu Nianshan breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Lin Zhiyu was fine.

"Someone threw a painting on the ground, and it showed Zhou Zijin's appearance." Lin Zhi spoke concisely, "Without that painting, I probably wouldn't have been able to get the order from the palace.

But I stood far away and didn’t know exactly what was being drawn, otherwise it would be easier to find someone. "

There was annoyance in her tone.

At that time, he noticed that Zhou Zijin was looking at him, and Lin Zhiyu walked out of the crowd. He only heard a few sporadic discussions about the painting.

There was a hint of nervousness in Chu Nianshan's tone that he couldn't even detect: "There are many people in Ruyifang, Qianji, go and find out."

He knew that when princes and princesses got married, they would have a portrait painted.

The painting Lin Zhiyu talked about would most likely end up in Zhou Zijin's hands.

He was not willing to let go of the person he had finally obtained so easily.

……

Lin Minghua stood in front of Zhou Zijin's room with the so-called calming soup.

There were several unfamiliar guards standing at the door. They wanted to stop them at first, but when they saw the hairpin on Lin Minghua's head, they were obviously stunned for a moment, and then turned sideways to let her pass.

"Brother Zijin." Lin Minghua called softly.

"Enter."

Lin Minghua entered the room happily and glanced around. There seemed to be nothing related to Lin Zhiyu.

In the corner, Jiang Ye was holding his sword and leaning against a pillar on the side.

As soon as she came to the palace, she walked around. If there was even a trace related to Lin Zhiyu, Lin Minghua would erase her.

After drinking this bowl of soothing soup, the appearance of the woman in the portrait became blurry.

Now that it was blurry, she had time to have Lin Zhiyu's face replaced with her own.

"There are many things going on today, so I specially made a bowl of soothing soup for you. You must remember to drink it." Lin Minghua opened the food box, took out the soup, and pushed it in front of Zhou Zijin.

Zhou Zijin just glanced at it lightly: "Isn't your hand injured? It's better not to do it in the future."

"This little injury is nothing, it will be healed long ago." Lin Minghua blurted out, "If Brother Zijin cannot sleep peacefully, I will feel uncomfortable too."