"Thank you very much, uncle." Although it was a day late, Song Yu felt that this should be able to explain to Xie Nanshi.
"Then at Mao hour the day after tomorrow, you will set off from the mansion, and I will personally escort you out of the city gate. As for the manpower you want, I will send them to wait outside the city gate."
Lin Ting's eyes were deep and calculating, and seemed to be full of tenderness, "Yu'er, it's dangerous to go here. Although uncle will protect you, you have to be more careful yourself. Just stay here and talk to uncle.
, I will ask the kitchen to cook something you like in the evening."
Song Yu couldn't hold back when he heard this. He didn't want to deal with chatting about family affairs, let alone dinner at night? He said it as if he could eat.
But just after he got the other party's manpower, Song Yu didn't have the nerve to run away, and said hesitantly: "Uncle, I don't need you for dinner tonight. I am now learning Taoism from others, and what I want is to be pure and have few desires.
The lighter the food, the better, so that my uncle and I won't suffer."
Unexpectedly, Lin Ting heard the words and was a little moved: "Did the young Taoist priest who lives in the same courtyard as you ask you to do this? Yu'er used to put the most emphasis on pleasure, but now he can aggrieve himself in order to practice Taoism. It's just you
This meridian... Well, since the Taoist Master did this, he must have his own reasons. Your uncle also had times like this back then, and he ate a light diet to eliminate the impurities in the body."
Song Yu laughed to get rid of his excuse and changed the subject: "Now my uncle is a great practitioner and is in charge of the security department of a country. Of course, he must eat more delicious food, drink meat and wine, and keep the right path in his heart.
Well."
Lin Ting clasped his hands and laughed, as if Song Yu's words brought back memories: "When I think about it, it was your father who pointed me to find a teacher."
As soon as these words came out, Song Yu was no longer sleepy. It sounded like Lin Ting was a little grateful to Song Chengwei. Why did he think of rebelling? Song Yu's ears twitched and he asked tentatively, "What uncle is saying to my father?"
He must be very grateful, otherwise how could he agree to my mother marrying him?"
"Of course I am grateful." Lin Ting's expression was a little subtle: "It's just that I didn't know that he was Young Master Tianyong at the time. I just thought of him as a trustworthy friend. When I have learned a little bit, I can go down the mountain to reminisce.
Only then did I realize that he was already planning to propose marriage to your mother..."
When Lin heard this, his face darkened: "Humph, people like your mother are rare rare women in the world. I don't know if your father was targeting her in the first place and asked me to learn Taoism. However,
It’s to get rid of me.”
Song Yu's expression became subtle for a moment. This cheap dad's trick was deeper than he imagined!
But Lin Ting seemed unwilling to say anything more, and instead asked about Song Yu's daily life.
If he hadn't known about Lin Ting's ambition, he would have felt dizzy this afternoon. Song Yu would have really thought that Lin Ting was a serious and kind elder. But whenever he talked about the depth of the relationship between several people, Lin Ting would always calmly disagree.
Open up the topic and get Song Yu away from the deep uncle-nephew environment.
In the end, Lin Ting kept him for dinner, but the food was mainly light, and Song Yu could also use chopsticks, so it wasn't difficult.
It was already late at night when Song Yu returned to his yard. As expected, Xie Nanshi was still waiting.
Seeing Jie Nanshi's eyes looking at him, Song Yu laughed and said, "Aren't you relieved that I'm here to help? We'll set off early the day after tomorrow! Even Lin Tinghui will send someone to follow, but don't worry too much, we'll do our thing."
Xie Nanshi was a little surprised, but still nodded.
Song Yu moved the stool, sat down and held his head and sighed: "Actually, if you don't count what he wants to do to the Lord of Tianyong City, he can definitely be regarded as a good uncle and a good Ping An Secretary Shangguan. It's a pity that good people can also have
Ambition, and in order to realize it, you must do some shameful things."
To be honest, Lin Ting was willing to wait until Song Chengwei's death before starting the mode of coercing the emperor to control the princes, which was considered to be the most benevolent thing - although at least half of the reason for this was that Song Chengwei, a cheap father, was too capable, and Lin Ting did not face it head-on.
The certainty of victory over the enemy.
Political power emerges from the barrel of a gun... A great man is honest and does not bully me. Song Yu sighed and shook his head.
He couldn't waste more than a day's time. Since he couldn't leave, he would just brush up on his skills.
I just don’t know how many portraits he can draw tomorrow and whether he has enough skill and proficiency. Maybe he can check Cheap Daddy’s pulse again before leaving?
…
After all, Lin Ting was in charge of the operation of the entire Security Department, and rarely appeared in the mansion on weekdays. The next day, Song Yu became the king of the Duke's mansion, and he would do whatever he asked. In this case, how many people could he find?
A model couldn't be simpler.
At dusk, Song Yu put down his pen and looked at the painting he had just completed. This happened to be the tenth painting, which was about the little maid who was responsible for watering the flowers in the yard outside every day.
I don't know why, but as he painted more and more paintings, he always felt that the characters in his paintings became more and more alive, as if they could jump out of the picture at any time.
This is so amazing. Under the control of his skills, his paintings have become so good that they are so uncanny? His hands don’t even feel sore and his neck doesn’t feel stiff. That’s a total of nine paintings. One painting takes an hour, and Song Yu has already stood up.
It's almost nine hours.
Song Yu held the pen and meditated briefly for a while, then put the painting into his backpack. After reopening the system, he found that the system actually met the upgrade conditions. This seemed to be a little simpler than the pulse diagnosis from level one to level two. After all, painting
Painting...Song Yu seems to have never failed.
Of course, the upgrade amount is still as amazing as ever. At least the current Song Dynasty can no longer afford it.
This skill was so deadly after just level 3. Song Yu suspected that he would have to do some land speculation in "Meeting the Gods" in the future. Otherwise, how could he be supported to continue studying medicine?
In order to make himself useful in the battle, Song Yu could only make money without conscience.
Lin Ting's "pocket money" was also presented to him by the accountant in the evening. Perhaps in response to his inner speculation about some family ties, Lin Ting was extremely generous to Song Yu, and he could ask for more if Ting's words were not enough. Song Yu
He was very pleased to see that the number of game coins in his backpack had become a long string again. However, the money was not enough to upgrade his skills, so Song Yu had no choice but to hold back his smile and let this huge sum of money go to his backpack again.
Stay a little longer.
The time for diagnosis and treatment for Song Chengwei could only be postponed.
Song Yu was put on a carriage in the early morning of the next day, and both Qiaoyi and Yuan Fang were left in Chen Guogong's mansion as "hostages." Although Song Yu usually acted casually, his behavior was too unruly, and Lin Ting was afraid that he was in the gap.
Take an opportunity and run away.
Lin Ting was not around, and it was not until the city gate was gilded with a layer of gold by the rising sun that he discovered that his uncle was standing on the city tower, wearing a long knife on his waist, staring coldly at the entire Tianyong capital.
"Uncle." Song Yu got off the carriage, and Xie Nanshi got off the car with him without saying a word. He came here just to go to Guixu to have a look. As long as Song Yu's safety is okay, the people will not
Whatever disaster he encountered, he had no intention of getting involved in the city's internal affairs.
Hiding the front always has to be hidden.
When he saw Song Yu, the coldness in Lin Ting's eyes suddenly faded away. After he got off the city tower and personally ordered the city gate to be opened, Fang held Song Yu's hand and told him: "Yu'er, there's nothing strange there. Look.
Just take a look, you don’t have to stay long.”
"I see."
Most of the people sent by Lin Ting were from the Security Department. As members of the Security Department in the capital, they were well-trained and had the air of sergeants. With the formation of nearly a thousand people, they knew they were accompanying the prince.
Reading, those who didn’t know better thought they were about to start a dialogue war.
However, there are not many of these people who have practiced or have formal Taoist traditions. This is because such people are commonplace in the Song Dynasty to Xie Nanshi, but to ordinary people, they are already the top of the pyramid.
Those ordinary people with better skills are mainly to ensure the safety of the Song Dynasty along the way, and go to the rift to replace the brothers who are on duty. The ones who really want to go to the lower rift are the dozens or hundreds of Ping An Secretary who have practiced
Accompanied by a Chinese person.
"This is Tang Ya, and he is the right-hand person in charge of the Security Department. This is Zhu Meiren. He has only been in the Security Department of the capital for a few years, right? His official position is not high, but his skills can be trusted." Lin Ting introduced the leadership to Song Yu.
The two leaders of the team, a man and a woman, also said to the woman called Zhu Meiren, "This time is also a training for you."
Zhu Meiren's eyes were a little disdainful towards Song Yu at first, but when she heard these words, her eyes lit up and she answered respectfully: "Yes, Director."
Song Yu smiled and didn't delve into it. Originally, most of the monks had extraordinary backgrounds. In terms of status, he, the young master Tianyong, had no advantage. It was a bit fantasy to win their respect.
The man named Tang Ya has broad ears and a powerful figure. His sword is like a hill. He wears a sword similar to Lin Ting's. If Lin Ting can be sent to lead the team, he is probably Lin Ting's right-hand man.
, with the murderous aura all over his body, he looked like a man who had experienced hundreds of battles.
Although Zhu Meiren's name is Beauty, she is a popular model, with a middle-aged appearance. She has a strong body and quick actions. She looks a bit like a low-end version of Du Anchen.
Lin Ting gave a few more brief explanations and stopped sending him far away. As the director of the Security Department, leaving the capital was a big violation of the rules. But as an officer and a close uncle of the Song Dynasty, Lin Ting stood with a knife in his hand.
From the top of the city tower, I just watched the team leaving the safety of the city and heading into the distance.
It wasn't until Lin Ting's figure on the city tower was already very small that Song Yu asked Jie Nanshi in a low voice, "How is it?"
Thanks to Song Yu, a large group of them went to the fissure, and Xie Nanshi took the car. He had been meditating and adjusting his breath. After a long time, he answered Song Yu without knowing why: "If you want to run, of course you can."
Lose."
"I'm not talking about that, I'm asking, have you felt Du Anchen?" Zhu Meiren's appearance reminded Song Yu that he still had a thigh? It seemed that he hadn't appeared earlier.
Xie Nanshi paused, nodded and said: "In the team of the Department of Safety."