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Chapter 214 Lu Junyi's Request
Yan Qing hurried over with Lu Junyi.

Wang Lin smiled and took two steps forward to show his importance and respect for Lu Junyi.

Lu Junyi knelt down on one knee, and said gratefully: "How can Lu be able to alert the envoy to travel thousands of miles to come to the Daming Mansion to rescue him? I don't want to thank you for your kindness. Lu and his family should form a knot and thank you." Great favor to you!"

Wang Lin led the army to Daming, and persuaded Zhao Gou, the ninth son of the emperor, to kill Qiu Renjie and return the property of the Lu family. The whole family of the Lu family was grateful.

Although Lu Junyi is not involved in officialdom, he is not uncommon with people and the world.

Knowing that Wang Lin directly killed Qiu Renjie, a relative of the emperor, without a trial or imperial inspection, and overturned the case of the Lu family with the momentum of thunder, what a political risk he took, and he also offended the third son of the emperor, Yun Wang Zhao Kai.

Wang Lin helped Lu Junyi up with a smile: "I heard that Yuanwai was framed by traitors, and Wang was having trouble sleeping and eating in Qingzhou. This time, he came to Daming Mansion mainly to rescue Yuanwai. Yanqing, have you ever released all of Lu's family property? "

Yan Qing bowed: "Your Majesty, return everything without any omission."

Lu Junyi took a deep breath: "Si Jun treats Lu so kindly, how can Lu repay?"

Wang Lin's face remained unchanged, but he said in his heart, you don't need to pay back, just serve under my command and play a role in the anti-golden battlefield in the future.

Lu Junyi quietly exchanged a look with Yan Qing.

Yan Qing naturally told Lu Shi about Wang Lin's desire to let Lu Junyi serve in the Fuhu Army. Of course, he had to express his gratitude in person when he came back, otherwise he would really become an ungrateful beast.

Lu Junyi bowed down again: "If the envoy doesn't dislike Lu's vulgarity, Lu is willing to serve the envoy. It's just... Lu has a request, and I ask the envoy to grant it."

Wang Lin's face remained unchanged, "Please speak to the outsiders."

"Lu is indifferent by nature. He has always disliked officialdom, and he doesn't understand the ways of the world in officialdom, so he doesn't want to be an official. This time, Lu is willing to join the Fuhu Army and let the emperor drive him. He will go through fire and water, but if he is an official I'm still dismissed." Lu Junyi said lightly, but his voice was firm.

Wang Lin took a deep breath.

He didn't want to be an official, but only wanted to serve in the Fuhu Army as a guest minister, that is to say, he was serving Wang Lin himself, not the Song Dynasty court.

He also left a way out for himself in the future.

This is actually understandable, Lu Junyi is born with such a nature, and secondly, he is disappointed in the officialdom, and he is unwilling to join forces with these corrupt officials in the officialdom, which is also normal.

Wang Lin laughed lightly: "It's all right. To serve the country, you don't necessarily have to be an official. Mr. Lu is a noble and righteous man, he is clean and self-sufficient, and Wang respects him very much. If this is the case, then please ask Mr. Lu to be a guest in my mansion. , How about the reality of commanding troops in the army every day?"

Lu Junyi prostrated himself on the ground: "Lu obeys!"

Wang Lin laughed loudly, helped Lu Junyi up again, feeling happy.

However, he thought, not being an official is just an expedient measure, and it's okay for now, because there is no war, everything is easy to talk about, but once the Jin and Song Dynasties start, if Lu Junyi has no military position, how can he order soldiers and horses to fight the Jin people?
Don't worry, take your time.

He doesn't believe in the national crisis, and Lu Junyi still sticks to the so-called pure reputation of these individuals.

In fact, this time he hasn't been pushed to the point. If he was pushed to the point, he could be a bandit, let alone an official.

"Mr. Lu."

"Don't dare, please ask the king to call him by his name."

Wang Lin paused: "General Lu!"

Lu Junyi's face became serious: "I am willing to die for the king!"

Yan Qing also bowed and shouted: "This subordinate is willing to die for the king!"

Not far away, Zhao Gou stood quietly under the Chaoshou corridor, watching the scene where Wang Lin took Lu Junyi under his command, and thought: Master has won another general, this man is invincible in martial arts, and now he has Lu Junyi to serve him. Qinglai General Town is probably even more powerful.

Remembering that Wang Lin was about to enter Beijing, he couldn't help but mourn in silence for King Yun.

I just don't know if there is still time in this time?

……

Autumn wind and autumn rain worry about killing people.

A cold autumn rain.

The first part is about the mood of some people in Tokyo, and the latter part is about the seasons.

The rain continued for several days, and the bustling Tokyo was not affected too much.

It's just that if you are interested, it is not difficult to find that in those lands of flowers and willows and Goulan cottages, the children of the rich and powerful from various families who were originally like moths to the fire seemed to have disappeared overnight.

Can't get out behind closed doors.

Only the poor scholars are still few and far between, which makes the prostitutes and women who flirt and make a living feel very miserable.

Not only the Goulan tile house, but even the incense in Daxiangguo Temple has faded a lot, and there are no birds at the door.

A little novice went in and out disappointedly, but did not welcome the pilgrims.

But on the opposite side of the ruins of Fanlou, in an empty field overgrown with weeds, a young man who seemed to be remembering the past of Fanlou was found.

This is nostalgia.

The little novice sighed, stopped to wait and see, but suddenly he couldn't see the young man again, so he couldn't help but hesitate.

The north wind is blowing again, and the endless pattering autumn rain makes people upset.

In the bamboo forest outside Yanfu Palace, Wang Lin listened for a while, then pushed open the door of the secret passage and jumped out.

Originally, there was an attic here, hiding and protecting the secret door, but since Dafan Tower was destroyed by fire, Zhao Ji never came here again.

He ordered people to tear down the attic, but deliberately did not block the secret passage.

It seems to be for some kind of commemoration, or it seems to want to leave a secret escape route, anyway, there are all kinds of thoughts.

The drizzle was scattered, the cold wind was blowing, and a gust of cold air rushed in from the clothes under Wang Lin's neck, and he couldn't help shivering.

He caught a glimpse of a slender and slender figure, without an umbrella, standing alone on the edge of the bamboo forest in the rain, letting the raindrops hit her thin face.

Wang Lin's heart trembled.

It was Zhao Fujin, the emperor of Maode!
Her cheeks were deeply sunken, her eyes were lifeless, and she was as thin as if her bones were covered with skin.

I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect that lively and bright girl, who was carved in pink and jade, to turn into such a haggard look!

Tired of being thin and overwhelmed with clothes, hating tears more than rain.

Wang Lin thought of Fang Qianli's "A Falling Cable", and also thought of "The belt is getting wider and I will never regret it", and I couldn't tell what it was like.

He ordered Yan Qing to lead two thousand tiger guards into pieces, disguised themselves and scattered them to the capital, while he himself started his magic journey and rushed to Tokyo this morning, sneaking into the palace from the original secret path built by Zhao Ji without anyone noticing Come, of course I want to see the official Zhao Ji.

But as soon as he left the secret path, he bumped into Zhao Fujin who was secretly sad.

He knew why Zhao Fujin was here.

I don't know whether it's to touch the scene to make love, or to remember him, an old friend who has gone far in her life.

Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then walked over gently.

"Di Ji!" he called softly.

Zhao Fujin slowly raised his head to catch a glimpse of Wang Lin's familiar yet unfamiliar face, and his whole body trembled violently.

A drop of glitter appeared in one of her sunken eye sockets.

Suddenly, she squatted down covering her face with her hands, her thin back twitched violently, and tears flowed down her fingers silently.

In the past six months, from spring to summer, and from summer to autumn, she has come to this bamboo forest alone to stay for a while every day, which has become an unshakeable homework.

She originally thought that she lived within the high walls of the deep palace and had nothing to do with Wang Lin who was married to Han's daughter and was far away in Qingzhou.

She hated him for resenting him, and vowed not to see him again in her whole life, but it turned out that fate made people play tricks, and there would be a day when they would meet again.

And at this moment, all the hatred and resentment in her heart disappeared instantly.

(End of this chapter)