Daming: In the beginning, he mistakenly regarded Emperor Yongle as his own father

"Xianzi Lu, my servant..."

These people lined up, reported their names one by one, and then respectfully handed the banknotes to Lu Lin.

Lu Lin was like a robot, standing there silently, listening to their introduction with a smile, and accepting their bank notes with a smile.

Is this group of literati out of their minds?

All these poems have come out, and you can still sell them for money?

ill?

It turns out that literati earn so much money, if I knew he would have written poetry in the first place, what kind of nail polish is he doing?

Moreover, the sky is bright, he really just wanted to use this poem for a revolving door to coax his little ancestor, but he didn't want to sell it for money.

Seeing more and more people queuing up to give money, the scene became more and more out of control.

Lu Lin felt a little guilty, if Ying Tianfu found out about this, he would probably treat him as a cult.

I have to slip.

So he quickly put away the bank notes in his hand, took the revolving lantern from the boss, and leaned over to talk to Jiaxing and Sun Ruowei in a low voice.

"I'll talk about one, two, three later, let's run together."

"what?"

"run?"

Before Jiaxing and Sun Ruowei could react, Lu Lin yelled.

"One two three, run."

After he finished speaking, he ran out like he took the lead, leaving behind a bunch of literati waiting in line to sell their poems scratching their heads.

"Lu Xianzi, I haven't sold it yet."

"Xianzi Lu, don't go."

"Okay, I won't sell it anymore. That's it. Those who gave the money will go to my house to pick it up tomorrow." Lu Lin shouted loudly while running.

After receiving money from others, things still have to be given.

But he really didn't dare to sell it anymore, these people seemed to have gone crazy, if it wasn't for the lack of a marketing account in this era, he would have suspected who invited the navy.

After running all the way, they finally got rid of this group of people.

The four sat by the bridge panting, looking at each other and laughing.

"Xianzi Lu is so talented, I admire you." Little Prince Mu clasped his fists in a big way.

When Lu Lin's poems were written, he was completely stunned. If he hadn't taken into account the face of Prince Mu's Palace, he would have almost lost control of asking Lu Lin to sell his poems.

Lu Lin is indeed better than him in poetry, and there is nothing shameful in admitting that his skills are not as good as others.

But the princess will not give up. Although he lost this round, the future will be long.

Lu Lin waved his hand modestly, and just about to speak, a group of people suddenly surged up around them, and they all exclaimed towards the river.

"Who is that?"

"He can fly."

Upon hearing this, Lu Lin and the others stood up and looked inside.

A strange man dressed in pitch black and wearing a black hat stood three or four meters above the water.

There is no supporting object around, just hanging in the air.

Opening his mouth, the voice is ethereal and far away, piercing people's hearts.

"Talk about Daming, talk about Daming, Daming is a good place, since Emperor Zhu was born, there have been nine years of famine in ten years, uncles, nephews and nephews are fighting each other, and the people of Liming have suffered."

This damn, isn't it clear that you are talking about Emperor Yongle?

Chapter 77 I am Emperor Jianwen

During the wonderful lantern festival, a weird person suddenly appeared.

Standing suspended above the river, it looks like a fairy.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he satirized that the current emperor's throne was not right. He snatched the throne from his nephew, so that he offended Tianwei, was condemned by heaven, and the emperor had famine for ten years and nine years.

As soon as these words came out, the people immediately fell silent, too frightened to speak out.

The originally noisy street was instantly dead silent, only the sound of each other's restrained breathing remained.

Discussing on the street that His Majesty's current position is not right, how many people scratch their heads is enough to chop off.

But I dare not say it, but it doesn't mean that everyone doesn't think in their hearts that the current emperor's throne was indeed snatched from his nephew.

First, there was a severe drought in the south, and then there was a plague of locusts.

Could it be that there is really a scourge...

Just when everyone was panicking, soldiers from the Yingtian Mansion rushed over and yelled at the people on the river.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost here, and bewitching the crowd with evil words, why don't you come down quickly."

The strange man on the river suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

"I am Emperor Jianwen."

"what?"

"Emperor Jianwen?"

"Isn't Emperor Jianwen dead? Did he become a fairy?"

The people were in an uproar, and the officers and soldiers were stunned, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

When Yin Tianfu heard this, his eyes went dark with fright, and he almost fell to the ground.

This, this... how to do it.

Yin Tianfu's expression was flustered, and he was confused.

The officers and soldiers were also in a mess, no one dared to speak, and no one dared to shoot arrows.