My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 321 The Liang family of the slave family, small characters of ruby

Yanfu Palace.

A group of princes and princesses born to Zhao Ji came to Yanfu Palace to bid farewell to Zhao Ji. They were going to leave the palace first and enter the Prince's Mansion of Bohai County, and then they would go to Qingzhou to resettle with Mrs. Zhao Fujin of the Song Dynasty.

Zhao Ji's fertility is famous in history.

He originally had 38 princes and 42 princesses with names and surnames.

Of course, because he had already lost his basic ability at this moment, plus the previous princes who were adults or who were close to adulthood, either died young or died unexpectedly, and three of them were sent away.

In fact, the total number of princes and princesses present in Yanfu Palace is only about [-] people.

Although it is already a lot, but after all...

Remembering that many of Zhao Ji's children were lost because of Gao Yanei's kick back then, Wang Lin couldn't help being a little funny.

Wang Lin took all Zhao Ji's descendants captive to Qingzhou, and everyone knew what he wanted.

But if this matter is not done clearly, the court will treat it as if they don't know, and it is still necessary to maintain a basic decency for the Zhao Song royal family.

Wang Lin stood quietly on one side, looking at the group of the most valuable royal heirs in the Song Dynasty who grew up in the deep palace, without any disturbance in his heart.

They or they stood leaning against each other, and most of them cast fearful eyes on him.

Wang Lin knew that he had become Cao thief or Dong Zhuo in this deep palace.

But he felt no guilt.

It was meant to be a political exchange.

Zhao Ji used his descendants and heirs as hostages in exchange for his own throne, Wang Lin felt at ease.

After all, Wang Lin has reached this point, and there is no room for any hidden dangers.

At that time, the words he said in the Longde Palace, "If I, Wang Lin, did not exist, there would be no need for the Great Song Dynasty to exist", was enough to wake up the government and the public, and Wang Lin's resoluteness in certain matters.

A beautiful girl about eleven or twelve and a half years old suddenly ran over like a little tiger, and bit Wang Lin's arm hard.

Wang Lin was in a little pain, and the Tiger God Guard behind him was furious and drew his sword.

A delicate girl of seventeen or eighteen years old was shocked, and hurried over with two court ladies.

She dragged the girl just behind her, uneasy and lightly said: "King Qi, slave name Ande, is Maode's fourth sister, sister 21 is young and ignorant, she offended King Qi, please don't blame me!"

Zhao Ji's fourth daughter, Zhao Jinluo.

And Zhao Fujin is the fifth daughter.

The two girls are about the same age.

But the birth mother is different.

21 sister?
Wang Lin thoughtfully looked at the girl who was still staring at him fiercely, and seemed to come forward to take a bite, and said softly, "Roufu Emperor Ji Zhao Huanhuan?"

Another miserable woman with ill-fated fate.

She regards herself as a tiger and wolf at the moment, but she doesn't know that the real tiger and wolf have not appeared yet. After the Jingkang disaster, her situation should be regarded as one of the worst among Zhao Ji's concubines and children.

Later, he managed to escape back to the Southern Song Dynasty, but because he knew that Zhao Gou's mother, the Empress Dowager Wei...that is, Wei Ying, had suffered a terrible past in the Kingdom of Jin, and was poisoned by Webster again, concocting a true and false case of Rou Fu Di Ji.

Inexplicably, there was a tinge of pity in Wang Lin's heart.

He slowly squatted down, looked back at Roufu Emperor Ji Zhao Huanhuan (Zhao Duofu), and sighed: "Roufu Emperor Ji, why did you bite me?"

Zhao Huanhuan pursed her mouth tightly: "You are Dong thief, you killed the prince's brother, Yun Wang's brother, Su Wang's brother... and you want to take us to Qingzhou to suffer, I hate you!"

Zhao Jinluo was afraid that Wang Lin would be offended by Zhao Huanhuan, so he quickly reached out and covered her mouth.

After all, Wang Lin is now above the royal family. A few days ago, his army of tigers and wolves ravaged the imperial city, killing a lot of blood.

If he provokes Wang Lin now, if he wants to kill these insignificant imperial daughters, no one will be able to save their lives.

Zhao Huanhuan struggled.

Wang Lin chuckled: "Your Highness Ander, you might as well let go of His Highness Rou Fu, she is still a child, I won't blame her."

Zhao Huanhuan jumped out, angrily scolded: "I am not a child, I am the Empress of Song Dynasty!"

Wang Lin took a deep look at her, and said calmly: "His Royal Highness Roufu, although you are young, you are approaching the age of cardamom, so you must know something."

"You should know that the crown prince didn't die at my hands, but that he tried to usurp the throne and was ordered to die by the officials. As for King Yun Zhao Kai, he rebelled back then and died by suicide when he failed. There is also Duke Su Zhao Shu. There is no wrongdoing or enmity..."

"Your highnesses are about to leave for Qingzhou. I know that no matter what I say, you will harbor resentment, even hatred... It doesn't matter if you hate me. I have promised the officials that as long as you are safe and sound, I will protect your glory forever. "

Wang Lin turned around and left.

Zhao Jinluo sighed softly, staring blankly at Wang Lin's far away back, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what thoughts floated in his heart.

At her age, she must understand that Wang Lin was forced to such a situation step by step.

And she probably also understands that with Maode's younger sister Zhao Fujin in Qingzhou, princes and daughters like them should not suffer much.

The premise is that you can't follow in Zhao Shu's footsteps.

……

In March of Yangchun, the east wind is warm.

There are green willows and flowers in the streets and alleys, and teahouses and restaurants are singing and dancing.

Wang Lin went out of the palace, dismounted outside the imperial city and replaced it on foot. With only two plainclothes tiger guards, he turned around Shili Royal Street and walked towards his own Prince Qi's mansion.

Passing by Fenglelou, the most famous brothel in Tokyo, hearing the noise of people inside, Wang Lin stopped and watched for a while, finally smiled and walked away.

He didn't take two steps, but heard a Jiangnan woman's voice that was as crisp as a yellow yingle from the second floor of Fengle Building: "The slave's Liang family, the small character red jade."

"I have practiced martial arts since I was a child. I can only dance swords and boxing, ride horses and shoot arrows, but I don't know how to play the piano, sing and dance. If you want to watch the dance and listen to the music, you should hire someone else."

A gloomy voice sneered and said: "I have entered Jiaofang as a prostitute, but I can't sing and dance. I also push back and forth. I don't serve wine for my son. I lost my money for nothing. If you want to leave, you can sleep with the distinguished guest." Last night, that's all."

There were two or three other male voices booing.

The woman said: "The slave family sells art but not body. If the young master wants to force him, he has to ask the slave family whether he agrees with the sword."

Hearing this, Wang Lin thought for a while, then turned and walked into Fengle Building, and went straight to the private room on the second floor.

The old procuress who was waiting at the stairs on the second floor was still there. Seeing the young man dressed in a handsome and handsome man, he guessed that he was a young man from some powerful mansion, and hurried forward to say hello.

She twisted her fat buttocks and smiled all over her face, but Wang Lin ignored her. After listening to her for a while, she walked along the Chaoshou corridor to the innermost elegant room on the side of the street.

The old bustard chased after her, twisting her hips, and said with a smile: "Tianzi No. 2 room is now occupied by a nobleman. No one else is allowed to enter without permission. How about changing the slave for the son?"

Wang Lin stopped walking, and said calmly, "Which family's nobleman?"

The old bustard giggled dryly, and said in a low voice: "The relatives of Prince Qi's mansion...Young master, this is not to be offended."

Wang Lin was taken aback.

In his house? ...

Except for a few servants and maidservants in his house, that is, Zhao Fujin who lives temporarily, where are his relatives?

Wang Lin frowned, pushed the door open and entered.

The first thing that caught my eye was a woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

The eyebrows are slender and picturesque, and the eyes are as deep as stars.There is a small mouth under the small bridge of the nose, the corners of the mouth are slightly curved upwards, outlining a firm arc.

She was dressed in a red dress, held a dagger in her hand, and looked up at Wang Lin.

The two were looking at each other hastily, but when they heard a bang, a young man in brocade clothes suddenly got up and said angrily, "What a thief, how dare you trespass into my private room! Someone, drive him out!"

Only then did Wang Lin put aside Liang Hongyu, and looked at the frantic young man in brocade clothes.

This person's face is also pretty, but his lips are thin, his complexion is pale, and he looks too drunk.

Beside him stood two other boys of about the same age, one in blue and one in green, not Confucian shirts, but strong clothes.

Wang Lin frowned, and said lightly, "Who are you?"

The young man in brocade clothes was dumbfounded.

He didn't expect the man in front of him to be so rude when he barged in, and asked him "Who are you?", so he laughed angrily.

However, he was entertaining distinguished guests here today, and he didn't want to cause trouble.

Seeing that the old bustard had come in to make amends, he snorted coldly and signaled the old bustard to rush this person away so as not to disturb his guests.

The old bustard laughed along with him repeatedly, but Wang Lin pretended not to hear it. If it wasn't for the old bustard's "relatives of Prince Qi's mansion" just now, he would really be too lazy to pay attention to these Tokyo dude's bad things - of course he mainly wanted to talk to Liang Hongyu here.

He didn't know if this Liang's Hongyu was the famous female general Liang Hongyu, Han Shizhong's Ru wife.

"You are from Nankou, Jiangnan. Your father and brother are both generals. You were implicated in the civil unrest in Fangla, Muzhou. Your father and brother died tragically. You were sold into the Jiaofang Division?"

Wang Lin still looked at Liang Hongyu.

Liang Hongyu was obviously astonished, and immediately bowed and said, "I am from Jingkou, and my father and brother are both generals in the south of the Yangtze River, but they were not implicated by the civil disturbance in Fangla, but..."

Liang Hongyu gritted her teeth and said: "My father and brother were greedy for a while, greedy for Mo's military salary, and went to Zai to be questioned by the court, so I joined the Jiaofang Division."

Wang Lin nodded slowly, looking deeply at Liang Hongyu.

The background experience is slightly different, but it should be that Liang Hongyu.

At this moment, the young man in brocade clothes who was the master was really trembling with anger and couldn't hold back anymore.

He didn't expect that the person who broke in, not only didn't retreat, but flirted with the beautiful camp prostitute he paid for, Mrs. Liang, as if they were old acquaintances?
He was originally the son of Zheng Kang, Zheng Shi, the military governor of Huainan Army.

How honorable it is in Huainan.Even if he came to Tokyo, his identity was extraordinary.

I didn't expect to be treated first, and the trouble came before the distinguished guest arrived.

The two teenagers beside him are his followers, the children of Huainan army generals, one is Peng Jun and the other is Man Chun.

At this moment, seeing that his son was angry with Jiedu, he got up and reprimanded the old bustard twice.

The old bustard sighed, glanced at Wang Lin, and said with a wry smile: "My lord, don't be a slave, please go, otherwise, the slave will have to send someone..."

Although she guessed that Wang Lin's status was good, she was worried about offending the nobleman, but she opened the door to do business, and Ya Jian was not easy to mess with, so how could she hesitate any longer.

Before the old bustard finished speaking, a young man in his early twenties, wearing a blue Confucian shirt, strode in, followed by two handsome servants.

Zheng Shi smiled all over his face, immediately put aside Wang Lin, went up to meet him and bowed deeply: "I've seen you, brother!"

The visitor put on airs and smiled slightly: "Young Master Zheng is polite, this is your first time in Beijing, why don't you come to my Han's house as a guest?"

　Wang Lin just added the title of Grand Master.Not a real job.There will be more updates

　　
　
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