The whole world thinks I'm a nephew

Ever since he met Lin Zheshui in the Yunshui Peony Garden that day, Shen Zhuo locked himself in the study room day and night like crazy.

That day Lin Zheshui asked him facing the light, Your Majesty, do you believe in gods and Buddhas in the world?

Those gods watch your every word and deed in the sky, and watch you fall into the abyss step by step and cannot turn back.In fact, you obviously don’t need to be like this, but you don’t believe in yourself, and you don’t want to believe in him.

Now he is dead, my lord.The only person in the world who would never abandon you was forced to death by you personally.

Lin Zheshui's eyes seemed to drift far away, and he said that he was dead.It's really gratifying, gratifying and congratulating——

Your Majesty, Lin Zheshui raised his face, his eyes leaked at some point, he seemed to be trying his best to endure, but his whole body was on the verge of falling, not much better than Lin Jingyun's ghostly pale expression that day.

He asked, would you like to hear about the story of the imperial concubine Wen Shu?

"..."

Ever since Lin Jingyun went crazy, Shen Zhuo couldn't feel the grief.

Even if he showed Lin Jingqiu's head to that person with his own hands, watched him lose all hope and go insane, and watched his whole body rotten and stinking with his own eyes—

But apart from numbness in my heart, I felt nothing.

But now, when the five taboo words came out of the young man's mouth one by one, Shen Zhuo suddenly had a strange feeling.His heart was beating uncontrollably, and there was a voice in his heart urging him not to listen; he staggered back a few steps, as if he could already guess what Lin Zheshui was going to say next——

That must be the most unforgivable mistake and the most heart-piercing pain in his life.

But he didn't do anything.

Shen Zhuo froze in place, and slowly listened to Lin Zheshui's sarcasm——

In the winter of the 18th year of Kai Tak, the imperial concubine Wen Shu died of depression in Weiyang Palace.

The few days when Imperial Concubine Wen Shu was seriously ill coincided with the heaviest snowfall in Bai Yujing in 50 years.

Xiangfu.

Lin Jingyun, dressed in white and tied, knelt down in front of the old man.

In front of him is the ancestral hall of Lin's family, which enshrines the spirit cards of the prime ministers of all dynasties since the founding of the People's Republic of China.There was no one else in the ancestral hall except old Xiangye and Lin Jingyun.There are only a few candles still lit in such a large ancestral hall, and it makes people feel cramped and chest tight just looking at it.

Lin Qifeng sat in front of him, condescendingly asked him: "...Qing Yan, do you know that you are wrong?"

Lin Jingyun fell back and kowtowed deeply: "Father, my son has made up his mind, and I can't change it. I still hope that my father will make it happen."

The man above was furious, he threw the whip in his hand to the ground viciously, straightened up and pointed at Lin Jingyun's nose, cursing: "You're going to die!"

Lin Jingyun hurriedly raised his head, and stretched out his hand to support Lin Qifeng. The old man worked hard day and night for the affairs of the Eastern Qi State, and his heart would throb and hurt whenever he got angry.

However, Lin Qifeng rolled his eyebrows angrily, flicked his sleeves and took a few steps back, not even letting him touch a piece of fabric.

Lin Qifeng sneered and said, "Absurd! Do you think this is a joke?"

He turned to look at the wind and snow outside the window, his eyes flickering near and far away.

The voice seemed to come from far away, Lin Jingyun heard him say, "The Lord of the World, the Lord of the World."

"The person who can sit in that seat must be able to withstand extreme heights, must have a generous heart, be tolerant of others, have a savvy mind, and be well-informed."

"But these," Lin Xifeng turned his head to look at the kneeling person on the ground, "the one you want to protect has nothing to do with it."

Outside the window, the east wind was raging, making the window lattice rattling, and the candles on the table were not very clear.

Lin Jingyun straightened up neither humble nor overbearing and said: "Even if the place is extremely cold, I will not only let him sit on it, but also let him sit firmly and for a long time. I will eradicate dissidents for him, and the historian will work hard in the future." In the history books, there will be no words that hurt him."

As he said, he raised his eyes and looked straight at Lin Qifeng, his eyes were full of young people's frivolity and recklessness: "Father, I want everyone in the world to know that His Highness Sixth Prince will not only be a good prince, but also that thousands of people in Dongqi will kneel down and pray for long live in the future." A good emperor. He will be admired and praised by thousands of people, and he will leave his name in history for future generations to praise—”

"you……"

"If my father insists on objecting, then Qing Yan would rather not have the position of Prime Minister, and travel around the mountains and rivers without asking about political affairs."

Lin Qifeng was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and confronted Lin Jingyun with a stiff body, his brows that were erect almost burst into flames.

When the Lin family came to Lin Jingyun's lineage, only the second son was left with a seven-aperture exquisite heart.If Lin Qifeng wanted to seize the title, only Lin Jingyun could see it.

After a long while, he finally lost the wind. Lin Qifeng slumped on the chair, his chest heaving violently, and he murmured with his mouth half open, "Okay...Okay!"

He was so angry that smoke was coming out of his head, and he said harshly, "If you really think it through, then I won't force you. In the future, after I die, I will watch from the sky and see if you can do it." What kind of Eastern Qi Mingjun will your Sixth Highness be taught!"

He stretched out his hand to cover his left chest, exhaled heavily, turned his head away from looking at Lin Jingyun, and when his breath calmed down a bit, he finally said in a muffled voice, "Go and kneel outside, I don't want to see you right now."

Lin Jingyun bowed deeply to him, turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall.

The wind and snow were blowing outside the ancestral hall, Lin Jun finally waited for him to come out, and was about to tie up the fox fur on his hand when he was suddenly stopped by someone.

Lin Jingyun smiled at him, and went down the steps. Without hesitation, he turned around, lifted his robe and knelt in front of the ancestral hall.

In the snowstorm.

"Second son!"

Lin Jun was shocked, and ran to his side in two or three steps to help him up, but was stopped by Lin Jingyun Xuxu.

He said, "Ah Jun, you go, this is my father's punishment."

At that time, he was only wearing a thin shirt, and the snow fell on his hair. From a distance, it seemed as if it had melted into the white flakes.

Lin Zheshui was talking, his eyes lost focus, and he was exhausted.

After kneeling for a while, Lin Jingyun felt tightness and sharp pain on his knees.

Lin Zheshui was still young and ignorant at that time, he ran up to Lin Jingyun against the snow, looked left and right, and said curiously, "Second brother, as long as you stay in the snow, I can't even look at you." you.

Lin Jingyun hugged him, and said softly: Shhh, the second brother is pretending to be a snowman for Zheshui to see.

No, I don't want my second brother to pretend to be a snowman.Lin Zheshui hugged him back, chattering, I'm afraid that my second brother will be cold.

"The second son of the Xiangfu has always been pampered, when did he suffer this pain?" Lin Zheshui glanced at Shen Zhuo, and said, "He did all this for you."

For you to be able to sit in this position today, and even for you, I even risked my own life.

Your Majesty, do you know why his knees hurt unbearably every autumn and winter, and sometimes he can't even stand up?

Lin Zheshui laughed, with tears on his face: It's all because of you, Your Majesty.

You asked me why he didn't see you behind closed doors when Concubine Wen Shu was seriously ill, and why he could be so cold-hearted and treat human life like nothing——

It's not that he's indifferent, it's that he can't.

When your imperial concubine Wen Shu was in a coma and seriously ill, he had been in a coma for three days and three nights!A high fever persists like a furnace, but even so!He still murmured your name while he was sick, and he still worried about you day and night, and even cried bitterly when he woke up and got the bad news that the imperial concubine Wen Shu was going west with a crane——

"Your Majesty."

Lin Zheshui knelt down and bowed to him with a pale face, but there was a smile on his face.

Laughing more freely and recklessly than at any time and on any occasion in the officialdom——

"I wish you long live, long live, long live. In the next few years, I will watch for him, watching how you will betray your relatives and live alone all your life—"