She was also a smart person, and she immediately saluted in a sensible and sensible manner: "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty."
Lin Chong's expression became much lighter after he came out of Fayuan Temple, and he even hummed a tune that Wang Chengen had never heard before.
Wang Chengen didn't hear what he whispered to Chen Yuanyuan, but after he finished speaking, there seemed to be some kind of tacit understanding between the two of them, and they became much more relaxed and close when they talked.
Wang Chengen murmured in his heart what ability this boy had to gain Chen Yuanyuan's trust with just one sentence. He was also ordered to visit several times. Chen Yuanyuan's attitude was always very guarded, and the guy seemed to be having a good conversation after just one meeting.
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"Your Majesty, even if Chen Yuanyuan is as beautiful as a flower and is already a married woman, your Majesty still has to pay attention to other people's opinions." The implication is that if you want to be Ximen Qing, you have to look at people, but Wu Sangui is not Wu Dalang!
Lin Chong knew that Eunuch Wang had misunderstood, and he didn't bother to explain to him, so he whistled and let him think about it on his own.
"Your Majesty, it's time for us to return to the palace." Wang Gonggong temporarily gave up thinking about Chen Yuanyuan's problem.
Lin Chong shook his head, his expression suddenly calmed down, and he seemed to be different from the person who spoke briskly just now: "I have to go somewhere, you should go back first."
How could Wang Chengen really go back on his own and continue to wander around with the emperor resigned to his fate?
Lin Chong bought a pot of wine and some paper money. The Qingming Festival was already over, there were few places selling paper money, and the prices were expensive. It was rare that Lin Chong didn't bargain casually, and took the things without saying a word.
After walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something again, and turned a corner on purpose. When he came out, he had two more piano scores in his hands. He flipped through the scores without saying a word.
At this point, how could Wang Chengen not guess where Lin Chong was going? He didn't know what to say and had to follow the emperor without saying a word.
Lin Chong carried his things to the back mountain, rarely disturbing Jonathan, although Jonathan knew about it from the moment he arrived.
Zhou Ze's bones were taken back to his hometown by his family, and Lin Chong erected a tomb for him on a quiet hillside in the back mountain. Sometimes when he was upset, he would come over and talk to him.
It is always difficult for people to fully reveal themselves to a living person. It is easier to deal with people who cannot speak. Wang Chengen consciously stepped back and stood guard next to him.
Lin Chong opened the seal and poured some wine on the land in front of him: "Brother, this is probably the last time I will come to see you. I'm not going to lie to you, I should be moving the capital to Nanjing soon, so I won't bring it with me this time.
You, who asked you to hide in peace first?"
He sighed: "Those old die-hards of the Donglin Party, even after Zhou Tingru fell, they still want to make trouble, confront me time and time again, and mention their worthless clichés from time to time. Especially your colleague Qian Qianyi,
I don’t know how such a person could marry such a beautiful lady like Liu Rushi, he is really blind.”
He burned a handful of paper money in a decent manner. The firelight danced in his eyes, and there was a trace of ridicule on his face: "Speak of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism. When the Manchus come in, he will be the first to surrender."
This is true. When the Manchus came in, he didn't surrender directly. He was not as courageous as Liu Rushi, a woman. Later, his reputation was not so bad thanks to Liu Rushi, a good wife.
"Actually, I don't know whether it is right to move the capital to Nanjing. Will it be different in Nanjing? Will it change the situation of poverty and weakness in the Ming Dynasty?"
No one answered him, and Lin Chong had no intention of listening to other people's opinions.
It was getting dark, so he stood up and stretched his aching legs and ankles, lit up the music, and said softly: "Goodbye, I won't disturb your quiet life from now on."
The music score gradually burned to ashes, and Lin Chong stretched his body and walked towards Jonathan's cabin. His brisk look was not like the sad one just now. Wang Chengen touched his beardless chin from behind, his expression
Staring at that back in confusion.
"Your Majesty, what are you thinking about? Which one is the real you?" Manager Wang said to himself.
"If you don't keep up, what if you encounter an assassin later?" Lin Chong shouted dissatisfied when he saw that Wang Chengen, the bodyguard, was distracted.
Wang Chengen rolled his eyes without any knowledge, quickly retracted his thoughts and hurried back to Lin Chong.
Jonathan already knew that Lin Chong was coming, so he didn't go out and prepared a pot of tea for him.
Lin Chong took it very gratefully and took a sip, then swallowed it with a weird expression, then thanked him with a weird expression, put the tea down and quickly said: "Old Qiao, pack your things, we are leaving."
Jonathan raised his eyelids without surprise: "Where are you going?"
Lin Chong touched the small lines on the teacup: "Nanjing"
Jonathan nodded: "Didn't those veterans object?" Logically speaking, this is impossible.
Lin Chong took advantage of Jonathan not paying attention and poured out the cup of tea, and then smiled: "Of course I will object to that, but these people are not something to be afraid of. I have a way to make them honest."
Jonathan was not interested in these things, and he could not understand the twists and turns in the officialdom of ancient Chinese feudal society, so he simply did not ask about it.
"Just concentrate on packing your things these two days. When I'm ready, I'll have Mu Mu come pick you up."
Jonathan nodded: "Speaking of that kid, I haven't seen them both for a long time." His tone was quite nostalgic, but he missed the craftsmanship of wood.
"They are no longer just freeloaders. Naturally, they are busier than before. They don't have time to come here every day. Once you go to Nanjing, you should be able to see each other more often." Lin Chong watched Jonathan pour him another cup of tea and ignored it decisively.
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"After living here for so long, I have to change my home. I really don't want to leave." Jonathan said to himself.
Lin Chong knew that it wasn't just these few cabins that he couldn't bear to part with. After all, it was very boring here. Even if you get used to it, you would be tired of it after living alone for so long.
What Jonathan couldn't bear to part with was the person he had arranged to meet here, even though the other person might have forgotten this casual remark long ago.
Lin Chong patted the other party's shoulder: "Don't worry, we'll see you again soon, I promise."
However, it's easy to say goodbye, but no one can tell what fate is. Lin Chong didn't know whether he should tell Miss Rong that he was not Chongzhen and let her give up quickly.
I wanted to think about it several times but there was no suitable time. Moreover, the matter was too involved. If Miss Rong became so angry that she thought she had harmed her sweetheart or told the Red Flower Club about it... I'm afraid he would have to live with being tortured for the rest of his life.