Infinity Throne

Yi Lin's expression changed and she fell silent.

He thought carefully for a moment and saw the problem.

No wonder the embroiderer deliberately concealed the matter.

It’s not that the money isn’t enough, or that the embroiderer is unwilling, but that she doesn’t dare.

For Xiu Niang, a monk who is not much better than ordinary people, the implications are too great.

The monks of Ping'an Temple held a nationwide tour of Buddhist meetings and hid an eldest princess of the Daqian Dynasty. This was obviously a problem.

What's even more problematic is that as the monk team went south, people kept looking for trouble, and they actually went after the eldest princess after concealing their identity.

Yi Lin recalled the royal anecdotes of the Daqian Dynasty.

These things are not secrets, everyone knows them.

When Mr. Niu in the village tells stories, he will always say, "The late emperor died prematurely and his great work was unfinished."

Hundreds of years ago, the Daqian Dynasty almost completed the unification of China.

The surrounding small countries such as Yunlai Kingdom, Nanxun Kingdom, Aolai Kingdom, etc. were all included in the territory - collectively referred to as the Daqian Dynasty.

Over the course of hundreds of years, the emperors of the Daqian Dynasty changed one after another.

Until the last emperor, Emperor Xia Yuan.

Before Emperor Xia Yuan died, he left behind three sons and three daughters.

Among them, the youngest three sons were deeply loved by Emperor Xia Yuan, and he was finally made the crown prince despite all objections.

Not long after he was crowned the crown prince, Emperor Xia Yuan contracted a strange disease and died thirteen years ago as everyone knows.

The new crown prince, who was only three years old at the time, was forced to ascend the throne, taking the emperor's name of Ji Sheng.

The eldest princess was only five years old at the time.

Yi Lin's thoughts returned to the present.

When Yi Lin was in the village, she always felt strange every time she heard this story.

How could a three-year-old prince ascend to the throne so easily?

Are the folk customs of this royal family so simple?

It seems that there are many stories in it that are not known to the world.

Now, the problem arises.

The eldest princess actually hid in the monks' group and traveled all the way from Qingdu to the south.

This made Yilin think of a word involuntarily.

--"escape".

Yes, the eldest princess escaped from Qingdu.

Why?

there is only one truth.

"It turned out to be a bloody old-fashioned royal struggle."

After Yi Lin understood the information, she felt it was boring.

He has no interest in getting involved in these nonsense. History has long proved that in royal struggles, there is no difference between right and wrong, justice and evil. Only the winner is qualified to write history.

When Yi Lin said this softly.

Xiu Niang, who was lying on the ground with her butt raised, reached out her hands and covered her ears hard.

I don’t listen, I don’t listen, I don’t listen~

But after a while, she remembered that the senior from Tianjian Sect in front of her had deployed a "sound isolation spell", and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This is also the reason why Xiu Niang dare not say anything.

The royal family is fighting, they are just a brothel, how dare they get involved.

Even if they analyzed this kind of information through various means, they would not dare to sell it out!

Anyone who finds out about this will be beheaded!

"Get up."

When Yi Lin came back to her senses, she found that the embroiderer's posture was strange, so she asked her to get up quickly and not dirty her eyes.

After the embroiderer Yingying stood up, she stood in the corner, not daring to say anything.

Yi Lin picked her forehead with her fingers.

He is thinking.

But no matter how much dispute there is in the Daqian royal family, it should have nothing to do with the Tianjian Sect.

According to the information Yi Lin learned, the three upper gates of the Xuanmen where the Tianjian Sect is located are more focused on the internal fighting between the Xuanmen. The mere battles between emperors in the secular world should not be related to the Tianjian Sect. . But this involvement gave Yi Lin the opportunity to get in touch with these high-ranking people.

"That guy Jian Nanchun... ah no, my senior brother Jian Nanchun, when was the last time he showed up?"

Yi Lin asked with a straight face.

The embroiderer frowned, but didn't ask any more questions. She thought that although the two junior brothers had a good relationship, they seemed to be having a little disagreement. So Xiu Niang didn't pay too much attention and answered honestly: "About three days ago, someone saw a guest in white staying at the inn near the Golden Temple. According to the news, it is very likely that he was Senior Lin."

Yi Lin thought for a while and asked, "The man in white clothes you mentioned, is he pretending?"

"Pretend?" Xiu Niang didn't understand the meaning of this word.

"It means 'seeming to be quite stylish'." Yi Lin explained.

"Yes, I heard he is quite stylish."

"That's him." Yi Lin nodded, understanding in her heart.

"Senior Lin really understands your senior brother." Xiu Niang secretly admired him.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Yi Lin casually removed the sound barrier and said with a smile: "This matter will not affect your Wanxiang Tower."

With that said, Yi Lin prepared to walk out.

"Senior Lin, stay here." The embroiderer grabbed Yi Lin's clothes as she walked out. She hesitated for a moment and handed an antique wooden token to Yi Lin's hand with ancient characters on it. Engraved with the word "香".

Before Yi Lin could ask, Xiu Niang took the initiative to explain: "This is the Agarwood Order. With the Agarwood Order, you are equivalent to being a distinguished guest of Qingluan Tree. No matter where Senior Lin is in any Wanxiang Building, he can enjoy the treatment of a guest." "

Yi Lin was speechless: "Visiting a brothel is not my original intention."

Xiu Niang covered her mouth and smiled: "Xiu Niang means that with the Agarwood Order, Senior Lin can bypass the middleman and go straight to Wanxiang Tower to buy discounts."

Yi Lin squinted her eyes and thought for a moment, then put away the token and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Do you want to leave here?"

The embroiderer had already expected that her little plan to win over could not be hidden from Yi Lin. Her expression remained unchanged and she answered honestly: "The embroiderer doesn't want to waste her time here. If there is a chance, I hope that senior Lin can work in Wanxiang Tower in Qingdu." In front of Toufeng', I mentioned something. If Senior Ru Lin doesn't want to, Xiu Niang has no complaints."

Here's the deal.

Yi Lin accepted this insignificant little gift with peace of mind.

Before leaving, the embroiderer deliberately loosened Yi Lin's belt and messed up her clothes in order to hide her from others, pretending that she had just finished her work.

As soon as Yi Lin left, Xiu Niang also had a red face, as bright as a wet flower, her clothes were messy, and she was breathing heavily. A group of Wufeng and Xiu Niang were familiar with each other, and they gathered around her, teasing her about how she was shaking the earth.

The embroiderer gasped and praised Mr. Lin for his great kung fu and strong strength, which made a group of girls laugh, clench their legs, and feel excited.

Someone asked again how many times he had been here.

The embroiderer raised her nine fingers mysteriously.

"Nine, nine times!"

Looking again, the embroiderer's legs are weak!

No wonder it was shaken so hard just now!

Suddenly, the girls around Xiu Niang gasped and did not dare to think too much.

Yi Lin left, leaving a legend in the brothel that no one can break.

The embroiderer is famous for not selling her art or her body. Unexpectedly, when Mr. Lin came, he broke the rules with the embroiderer.

…

"Was it already three days ago?"

Yi Lin lowered his head, while arranging the clothes that the embroiderer had deliberately torn apart, and stepped out of Wanxiang Tower.

Passers-by cast strange glances at Yi Lin, but no one looked at her. After all, most people walked out of Wanxiang Tower in this swaying and disheveled posture.

Yi Lin recognized Wang Xiaohu at a glance, hiding in the alley, stretching out half of his body to peek.

Yi Lin walked straight up to Wang Xiaohu. Wang Xiaohu felt that he was covering his face and wanted to pretend that he didn't know him. He coughed twice and was about to say "Brother, what are you doing?" to hide his identity. Yi Lin pulled Wang Xiaohu's hand away. Kleenex: "It's time to go."

Wang Xiaohu stared blankly at Brother Lin, who looked calm. How could he be recognized?

He felt a little annoyed.

The first tracking failure made him feel so embarrassed.

After checking out at the inn, the two packed their bags and left Shengping County.

Yi Lin spent a few days in Shengping County and spent almost all her money. The only items left in her bag were some small items and personal clothes. It was light and no longer heavy.

After walking out of the gate of Shengping County, Wang Xiaohu suddenly remembered that their horses were still parked at the inn, and that they seemed to be heading out of the city in the wrong direction, so he reminded: "Brother Lin, our horses are down!"

"Horse riding?" Yi Lin smiled faintly: "Horse riding has to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse. It's too slow. Moreover, the road from Shengping County to Huanghuang Temple is rugged. It has to cross several mountains and go around the mountain road. It can't go fast on horseback."

"That……"

Wang Xiaohu just wanted to ask.

Yi Lin lifted Wang Xiaohu's collar with one hand: "Close your eyes."

When Wang Xiaohu heard this, he didn't ask any questions. He was obedient out of habit. He closed his eyes and let Yi Lin do whatever he wanted.

Phew~

Wang Xiaohu felt his legs lift off the ground and float forward a few steps.

Then, he faintly smelled the fragrance of flowers.

"alright."

Yi Lin's voice came to his ears.

When Wang Xiaohu opened his eyes, he lost his balance and fell to the ground with a fright.

In front of you, the golden maple forest stretches as far as the eye can see.

In the distance, there is a mountain, also covered with maple trees. In the sun, it is golden and dazzling.

On the top of the mountain, a Buddhist tower stands, and the faint sound of collective chanting of monks can be heard coming from that direction, giving the entire Buddhist tower a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

"It's the Golden Temple!"

Wang Xiaohu was stunned.

How could it be that in the blink of an eye, it was already here?