Lin Jing was at home every day, and Lin Ji and Nanxi Pavilion were at about three o'clock. As Lin Zhong's relationship developed, his "second uncle" had more and more affairs.
At the end of May, Lin Jing slipped out of the house and breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Chong dragged him to do too many things, and he was so tired that Lin Jing had to run away.
Take Luliu and bypass Chang'an Avenue.
Lu Liu looked at the calligraphy and painting stalls on both sides of the road and said with a smile: "Second young master, if your paintings and calligraphy are here, then they must be worth a lot of money."
Lin Jing glanced at him and rolled his eyes.
Lu Liu immediately argued: "Second Young Master, your calligraphy and painting are very good."
Lin Jing ignored him and walked in front of the stall to watch.
Most of these calligraphy and painting sellers are talented people from all over the world. They come to the capital to make a living temporarily or to accumulate money for return.
Lin Jing watched them one by one, looking for someone to invite to Nanxi Pavilion.
A huge library requires many people, and they must be excellent scholars.
"My son, do you want to buy a word? Or whatever you want to write." In front of a stall, a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old looked at Lin Jing, his face was preserved by the scholar, and he
There is a trace of helplessness that cannot be concealed in poverty.
Lin Jing looked at the calligraphy and painting in front of him. The fonts were very good and the paintings were also very distinctive. He said: "Draw me a picture of playing in the water. My eldest brother is getting married. How long will it take?"
The young man's eyes lit up, and he pretended to murmur to himself: "If my son is anxious, I will stay up late tonight to draw for you, and you will be fine tomorrow morning."
Lin Jing nodded and said, "Okay, how much is it?"
The young man looked at Lin Jing and said, "Thirty chapters."
"Others only have twenty liters, why are you so expensive?" Lu Liu opened his eyes dissatisfied.
The young man's expression was a little stiff. When he was about to speak, Lin Jing waved his hand and said: "This young man's paintings are better than others. He only has thirty papers."
The young man looked very happy, raised his hands and said, "Thank you, son."
Lin Jing glanced at the young man again, asked Lu Liu to take out ten notes as a deposit, and said, "I'll pick it up tomorrow."
The young man received the money and said, "My son, don't worry, I will withdraw it for you tomorrow."
Lin Jing hummed and turned around with a smile. As soon as he turned around, his expression condensed, his face became stiff, and his smile gradually disappeared.
Opposite him was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, wearing brocade clothes, red lips and white teeth, walking past Lin Jing.
Next to the young man was Zhang Cheng, a middle-aged man.
Lin Jing knew for the first time who this young man was, Ping Wang Zhu Youjian!
I don't know why, Lin Jing frowned, his scalp was numb, his body was tense, and he was motionless.
Zhu Youjian didn't notice Lin Jing's expression, but walked past Lin Jing with a smile.
When Zhang Da saw Lin Jing, his eyes changed slightly, but he remembered Lin Jing's instructions, pretended not to know, followed Zhu Youjian, and then slowly walked away.
Lu Liu knew about Zhang Cheng, but didn't know that Lin Jing arranged for Zhang Cheng to enter Prince Ping's palace. After they walked away, he said: "The second young master, who is that boy? Shouldn't Zhang Cheng be in the palace?"
Lin Jing breathed a sigh of relief. He did not expect that the future Emperor Chongzhen would put so much pressure on him and make him react like this.
Lin Jing turned his head and looked at the young Zhu Youjian. He was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Who could have thought that he would become the emperor of the Ming Dynasty within two months. No one knew that although his killings were not as good as those of his ancestor, he was also
Ranked in the top three!
After Zou Zhen, this is the real companion, just like the tiger. If you are not careful, you will die or be destroyed, but there will be no death!
Lin Jing suppressed his strange emotions and said, "I don't know, this may be the arrangement in the palace."
Lu Liu nodded casually, not caring so much.
Lin Jing turned around, his expression still serious.
Knowing Zhu Youjian made him discover something. Chongzhen was the most unstable factor in the Ming Dynasty. In the past, Lin Jing's vision was still too ideal. His layout was not enough, and more tasks needed to be done.
"It's time."
Lin Jing blinked and whispered.
This was the second time Lu Liu heard similar words, then he turned to Lin Jing and said: "Second Young Master, what are you going to do?"
Lin Jing did not hide it, he hummed and said: "I will take you with me."
Lu Liu was overjoyed and said, "Very good."
As long as he follows Lin Jing, he will not care about Lin Jing's mission, after all, he is Lin Jing's scholar.
Lin Jing was busy with Lin Chong's marriage and moved around.
At the same time, he paid more active attention to the game, maintained close contact with Tian Guangyao, Guo Anping and others, and constantly observed changes.
On this day, Lin Jing came to Wu Zhihuan Building again.
The door passed the greeting card and led Lin Jing to a pavilion in the palace.
Wu Zhihuan was just like Lin Jing the last time I saw him at the military headquarters, calm and composed with a smile on his face.
The two sat down and talked about tea. Wu Zhihuan looked at Lin Jing and said, "I knew you were here last time, but I was in the palace."
Lin Jing looked at Wu Zhihuan and said bluntly: "My master wants to resign?"
Wu Zhihuan's smile gradually disappeared, and he nodded slightly and said: "If I don't leave, it will not only hinder the imperial army, but also restrict the border fortress."
Being a doer has become a constraint, which I have to say is ironic.
However, Wu Zhihuan smiled and said again with a smile: "You have always been very knowledgeable about the frontier fortress. Now, the frontier fortress war is very important. What do you think?"
Lin Jing may guess Wu Zhihuan's inner helplessness. It is difficult to say: "The war has been going on for nearly a month. If there are no major changes in the past few days, the Hu people can only withdraw their troops."
This time Huang Taiji put in a lot of effort, with more than 100,000 soldiers, a large amount of food and fodder consumption, and the inability to attack for a long time, leaving him with no other option but to retreat.
Wu Zhihuan said seriously: "I think so too, but I still can't be careless. Ji'an's total military strength is only 50,000 people, and its armaments, food and grassland, and military strength are insufficient."
The Ming Dynasty's armaments have been abandoned for a long time, and even the so-called Nine-faced City is extremely unbearable. Lin Jing was not too worried, he said: "Officials are more worried about Huachuan Town."
Wu Zhihuan said: "Don't worry. Xing Jialong now only has 10,000 or 20,000 soldiers. Except for a certain deterrent effect, it will not actually keep pace with the Hu people."
The armament of Huachuan Town is worse than that of Ji'an, and its deterrent effect on Jinling is also getting smaller and smaller. It can be seen that no matter how safe Jinling is, a hundred thousand Huang Taiji troops can besiege Ji'an for a month.