I don't want to be king

Ding Lun directly killed him cleanly, which suits his wishes.

"My lord,"

Jiao Zhong cupped his hands and said, "Master He said that the White Horse Temple is a famous temple in the world. It is a pity that it is so deserted, so he appointed another agent."

"Who?"

Lin Yi asked directly.

"Amitabha."

As soon as Lin Yi heard the Buddha's name, he raised his head and saw the monk who appeared in front of him.

"It's you?"

"The young monk is not talented, and Mr. He loves him so much, so he let the young monk take care of the temple affairs."

The monk clasped his hands together.

"You are all about to get married, and you still want to be a monk?"

Lin Yi said puzzledly.

Jiao Zhong glanced at the monk, and then said with a smile, "My lord doesn't know something. Although this White Horse Temple has always claimed to be indifferent to fame and wealth, it has contacts with both the palace and the government. Mr. He couldn't bear the position of the presiding officer to fall into the hands of King Kongtai. , let the monk do it first, after all, it is my own people who can rest assured."

Lin Yi asked in surprise, "The people from the King Kong Terrace actually got involved?"

Jiao Zhong hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "King Kong Terrace recommended a great monk, and my subordinates even reported it to you at the time. You had full authority to let Mr. He handle it at that time, and you didn't ask any more questions after that."

He has long been used to the memory of this and the prince, and he no longer even has any hope.

However, the memory of these people must be good!

There's nothing wrong with it!

"Oh……"

Lin Yi frowned, thinking about it for a long time but still didn't think of it!

In this life, he has the right to have money and a house!

It's not like in my previous life that I lost my eyesight, and the final result is memory loss!

Sitting in a wheelchair, I can't even stand up and cry!

So, he really couldn't figure out why his memory is so poor now...

It's totally unscientific!

Is it because of Zixia and Mingyue?

Jiao Zhong saw that Wang Ye shook his head for a while, sighed for a while, and couldn't figure it out for a while, so he said in a panic, "My lord, forgive me, it's because of my negligence."

"never mind,"

Lin Yi touched the water bottle that was slowly getting cold, "Let's make some goji berries tomorrow."

Suddenly I miss the thermos cup a little bit.

Purple clay teapots are good, but glass cups are the best for making green tea and goji berries!

Only the glass can observe the ups and downs of the tea during the brewing process, and appreciate the graceful dance.

He tried a lot, but still couldn't make a proper glass.

What does this have to do with goji berries?

Jiao Zhong was a little confused for a while!

However, he hurriedly responded, "Yes."

Lin Yi looked at the monk again and said, "You appear like a ghost every day, where are you hiding?"

The monk still clasped his hands together and said, "Report to the lord, the little monk has just arrived, just in time to hear the lord's question, so he answered aloud."

"Really?"

Lin Yi naturally didn't believe it.

It must be hidden somewhere!

Where are so many just right!

"Everything the little monk said is true,"

The monk still said calmly, "Boss Hong has an order. When standing with the guards of the palace, you must conform to the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams. Even a young monk can't break this rule."

Seeing Lin Yi looking at him, Jiao Zhong hurriedly said, "Exactly."

The rules of the palace and the palace were all made by Director Hong!

And the defense of the prince is even more so!

It's not that you can stand wherever you want!

When each guard is on duty, where he stands, what password he uses, and what posture he poses, there are rules.

Not to mention hiding!

Not even a monk!

Because the blind Wang Dong, who is also a grand master, would not agree!

Because this breaks the rules and is tantamount to conspiracy!

"Qimen Dunjia?"

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Are you all engaged in metaphysics?"

"..."

Jiao Zhong naturally understood what metaphysics He Wangye was talking about.

In fact, it is no different from feudal superstition.

If it was normal, he would directly agree with it, and shouted a few words about the wiseness of the prince.

However, this is about Manager Hong!

Director Hong is always elusive, but he is the one who makes the rules, and he is never bound by these rules.

Therefore, it is unlikely that he would secretly follow and bury him with the prince.

Besides, as the commander of the royal guards, he must know the secrets of the Qimen Dunjia, otherwise how would he defend himself?

The longer this Qimen Dunjia participated in the training, the more he could understand the power of it, and his admiration for Manager Hong was really like a surging river, endless!

It is even more impossible to say against conscience that this Qimen Dunjia is metaphysics.

"Gossip all day long,"

Lin Yi said helplessly, "There is still a long way to go to popularize science."

"My lord said so,"

Although Jiao Zhong was very helpless in his heart, he still had to nod his head and said, "I would like to follow the teaching of the prince, and my subordinates must learn more scientific knowledge in the future."

Suddenly gongs and drums sounded.

"It's time, find out my old jacket and make plain clothes."

Lin Yi stomped his feet and said, "Let's go for a walk on the street."

With Zixia's help, she changed into a jacket and left the mansion directly.

As soon as I walked out of the alley, I smelled a tempting sweet potato aroma.

Although he had just had a full meal, he still wanted to eat it when he smelled the aroma.

"one comes,"

Lin Yi stood in front of the oven, took off his gloves, rubbed his hands together and said, "Choose a big one."

"okay,"

The old man happily said, "Just a moment!"

Chapter 477 Premonition

It's the cold winter months, and it's so early in the day, there are not many ghosts on the street, and finally a few people who rush in and out of the city gate, when they see roasted sweet potatoes like him, they all run away.

These days, food is expensive, especially in winter, even in the footsteps of an emperor like Ankang City, if the family can cook a bowl of porridge that can stand up to chopsticks, they are considered rich!

As for the poor, let alone!

If you can afford to drink porridge and not starve to death, you are considered pretty good.

Now in Ankang City, more people eat cheap sweet potatoes that even beggars can afford!

Boiled, steamed, stewed, stewed, changing patterns, eating from morning to night, almost every day, until everyone feels sick, they have to eat.

Anyway, it's better than starving, right?

What's more, Wucheng soldiers and horses also eat this thing every day!

When everyone enters and leaves the city gate, they can smell fart mixed with sweet potatoes.

That feeling is simply indescribable!

The same is true for the soldiers serving the emperor. How can they, ordinary people, have any complaints?

However, this sweet potato is enough to eat at home, and you still spend money to buy so-called roasted sweet potatoes?

Isn't that a sick mind?

Because normal people can't do this!

Like a baked sweet potato vendor, going out to do business depends entirely on luck. Maybe by chance, you may meet a few merchants who came in from outside the city in a hurry and did not have time to have breakfast, or a powerful man walking in the rivers and lakes.

"Thank you,"

After Lin Yi picked up a handful of snow on the ground, he let the little old man put the sweet potato on the snow, and when he held it firmly, he smiled and said, "This way it won't burn your hands."

The little old man took the copper plate from Jiao Zhong, nodded and bowed his head and said, "The guest officer is smart, so the little old man can't remember."

"Let's go, eat while it's hot."

After all, the snow in Lin Yi's hand could not withstand the temperature of the sweet potato, and it slowly melted. He hid at the corner of a city wall, sheltered from the strong wind, and changed his unbearably hot hands while eating.

"My lord, be careful..."

Jiao Zhong also avoided this sweet potato.

Because even if he is in command with the palace guards, he still has enough to eat!

Su Yin, that bastard, for the whole year, whether it was the dining room of He Wangfu or the kitchen of the stable, the supply was open for the first half of the year, eating and drinking, and it turned out that it was winter, and the charcoal price, rice house, Caijia, there is nothing that does not rise!

The originally rich food funds suddenly became stretched.

Although Su Yin is a celebrity in front of Prince He, he doesn't have the guts to take money out of Prince He's pocket again!

He didn't dare, and Jiao Zhong and the others didn't dare!

Isn't this looking for scolding?

Not to mention taking the blame for that bastard Su Yin!

No need!

But Director Hong was not there, so he couldn't do anything to Su Yin other than scolding Su Yin.

I can only smash my teeth and swallow it in my stomach.

The food level of these guards plummeted.

Nowadays, white rice and steamed buns are mixed with sweet potatoes!

Everyone wants to vomit!

If you smell sweet potatoes, you will walk around.

Fortunately, the salaries of the guards are relatively high, and they can go to restaurants every now and then to improve their stomachs that have been harmed by the kitchen.

Otherwise, they would have lit Su Yin's sky lantern long ago.

"Don't be afraid,"