The conversation with Qin Jinsong lasted less than a moment before Lin Ji stood up and left.
Qin Jinsong didn't try to persuade him to stay, he just sent Lin Ji to the door and said "take care", that's all.
The two parties had just interacted with each other through ordinary friendship, and without Lu Nanting around, they had few topics in common.
In addition, Lin Ji was deeply impressed by his last trip to Yunzhou. He had suspected that Qin Jinsong was related to the Holy Fire Sect.
Now that Lu Nanting is dead, the war in Yunzhou is not going well.
Although there is no evidence at all, Lin Ji always feels that Qin Jinsong, as the official of Yunzhou Jiantiansi Town, may have played some less honorable roles in this.
Although this person is from the Qin family, his relationship with the Qin family is not good, and he even wishes for the collapse of the Qin Dynasty.
night.
Lin Ji and Lu Zhaoer were sitting in the mourning hall of the mansion, keeping vigil for Lu Nanting.
"After my father died, the Zhenbei Army changed its generals on the battlefield. It is estimated that Yunzhou may not be able to hold on." Lu Zhaoer said in a low mood.
Hearing this, Lin Ji was noncommittal.
"Do you want to stay in Yunzhou?"
For Lin Ji, he actually didn't care much about Yunzhou or the entire Daqin.
He has always been in charge of his own affairs and only wants to take care of the one-third of an acre of land in front of him.
But he can also understand Lu Zhaoer.
After all, he was born in the Lu Mansion of Dingguo Gong, and his father and grandfather were both important ministers of the Qin Dynasty.
"No... I'm just talking." Lu Zhaoer shook his head slightly, "In the days since father passed away, a new general has arrived in the capital, and he is a direct descendant of the royal family."
"In an army like the Zhenbei Army, if an airborne general is not afraid of the disobedience of the people below him?"
"It turned out that several of my father's confidants took the lead in defecting, so naturally no one would be dissatisfied." Lu Zhaoer sighed softly, "Although it was the time of the war, what those uncles did was not wrong... but they also saw the Zhenbei Army.
The orders and prohibitions were still enforced, and I suddenly understood that the title of "General Zhenbei" was just a false title."
"Uncle Lu has been guarding the Northland for more than 20 years and his reputation is beyond the sky. How can it be a false title?"
"Now without him, the Zhenbei Army will still be the Zhenbei Army. What difference will it make if he is with him or without him?" Lu Zhaoer asked rhetorically.
"So what if the troops below are distracted, they are just suffering a few more defeats."
Lin Ji was speechless.
Looking outside the door, it was already pitch black.
"It's late at night, why don't you take a rest?" Lin Ji held Lu Zhaoer's hand and said softly.
"I'm leaving tomorrow. I'll keep a vigil for my father for the last night tonight," Lu Zhaoer said.
After she finished speaking, she stood up again and refilled the incense burner in front of the tomb.
"We, father and daughter, spend less time together and more time apart. Not long after I came to Yunzhou, we were separated from each other again."
Lin Ji stood up and came to Lu Zhaoer's side, his eyes falling on Lu Nanting's tablet.
He didn't say anything, he just accompanied me silently.
He knew that although Lu Zhaoer was calm on the surface, she was filled with grief for Lu Nanting's death.
...
In the early morning, Lin Ji went to the market to buy a carriage and drove it back to the General's Mansion to pick up Lu Zhaoer.
Lu Zhaoer had already packed his luggage, which was just a small package, and was standing at the door waiting with Aling in his arms.
"Are you going to drive away?" She was a little surprised when she saw the carriage.
Both of them are Yuanshen monks, so they really can't commit such a crime.
"Although I have traveled to many places over the years, I have never cared about the scenery along the way. This trip south is also my first time to Yangzhou. I always want to take a good look at the scenery of Kyushu."
Lin Ji walked out of the carriage with a smile and opened the curtain.
"Miss, it's time to set off."
Seeing Lin Ji's appearance like a coachman's servant, Lu Zhaoer's mouth curved slightly.
She walked into the carriage and sat down, waving her hand to signal Lin Ji to lower the curtain.
"Okay, let's go."
"Okay, sit tight." Lin Ji sat in front of the car with his arms slung across his body, and the riding crop in his hand fell on Ma Butt's butt.
Perhaps because he felt sorry for the old horse and didn't exert too much effort, the old horse turned back and glanced at Lin Ji, but he didn't move.
"You beast, drive!"
Lin Ji used the horse whip again, this time with more strength.
The old horse with calluses on its butt finally felt the pain and began to move forward slowly.
...
Mocheng government office.
The back house is where Qin Jinsong lives.
A thin middle-aged man who looked to be about forty or fifty years old strolled into the small courtyard of the back house.
In the courtyard, Qin Jinsong was sitting in a pavilion on one side, reading in trance with a book in his hand.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sneer twice.
"You, a rude man with such a rude face, can also read?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Jinsong did not raise his head or turn his eyes.
"Do you have to be well-dressed to read?"
"Not really, but..."
"Then you're talking nonsense!" Qin Jinsong interrupted the other party's words arrogantly, and then put down the book in his hand.
He looked at the middle-aged man with a bit of undisguised disdain in his eyes.
"If nothing happens, you will definitely not come to see me. Just let it go."
Hearing Qin Jinsong's unceremonious tone, the middle-aged man was not annoyed. Instead, he slowly came to sit opposite Qin Jinsong.
"That Lin Ji from Victoria just left the city."
Qin Jinsong raised his eyebrows.
"You want to deal with him?"
The middle-aged man nodded.
"This person ruined the major event of the Palace of Eternal Life in Victoria. Although this matter has nothing to do with him now, it is always unjustifiable if he is not made to pay some price."
Hearing this, the sarcasm on Qin Jinsong's face became even more intense.
"Hahaha, that's right! Your Palace of Eternal Life is just a group of rats that dare not show up. It's really funny that a group of rats actually want to take revenge on others!"
After a pause, Qin Jinsong's smile became even more unstoppable.
"Lei Jingtian, you are a very particular person as an immortal, do you really regard yourself as someone else's slave? Or have you lost your former heroics a long time ago? You live so cautiously, why did you bother to fight for it in the first place? It's better.
Return to ashes with your former fame!"
As if he had long been accustomed to the sarcasm in Qin Jinsong's words, the middle-aged Lei Jingtian still had a smile on his face.
"How?" he asked.
The smile on Qin Jinsong's face disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if a lot of nonsense just now had never existed.
"No." He shook his head.
Lei Jingtian narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You don't have any friendship with Lin Ji, so what's wrong with you?"
"He is Lu Zhaoer's husband. Lu Nanting has left. I don't want my niece to have another mishap."
"I can't move her."
"No." Qin Jinsong still shook his head, "There is no need to discuss this matter... Mr. Lei, please do your own thing."
A somewhat mocking smile finally appeared on Lei Jingtian's face.
"You can even kill Lu Nanting, so why are you pretending to be here to protect a little girl?"
Hearing this, Qin Jinsong stood up slowly, his aura rising, and his eyes towards Lei Jingtian became colder.
It was clear that this was just the momentum of the day-traveling monk, but it happened to suppress Lei Jingtian, who was the emissary of immortality.
"If you want to die, just say it, why bother beating around the bush?"
Seeing this, Lei Jingtian shook his head.
"That's all. Anyway, Weizhou's affairs are not my responsibility, so just leave it alone! Brother Qin, there is no need to be angry..."