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"What are you looking at?!" Lin Mo stood in front of Lin Ziyan and said fiercely, "Shameless!"

He originally thought that this eldest brother was a gentleman, and he saved his young master, and he was a cold-faced and kind-hearted person.But looking at it now, why does he look like a disciple?

"You boy is really fat," Lin Daniu, who was walking on Jiangyu, said, "Do you know who my master is? The capital..."

"Daniu," Lin Ziyan interrupted him, "don't talk nonsense."

Lin Daniu had no choice but to shut his mouth sullenly.

"What's the matter?" The old doctor walked in slowly, seeing the situation in the room, he was puzzled, "You... are fighting?"

Lin Mo said angrily: "He wants to belittle my young master!"

The old doctor: "..." Huh?

Jiang Yuxing struggled violently again, Lin Daniu immediately raised his hands and knocked him out with a single palm.

Lin Ziyan: "..." He just woke up.

Lin Mo was afraid that this man would strip his young master's clothes again when he woke up, so he hurriedly persuaded Lin Ziyan to return to Beijing as soon as possible.

"Maybe there is some misunderstanding," Lin Ziyan said, "He doesn't look like such a person."

Lin Mo: "It doesn't look like it, maybe what's on my mind!"

Lin Ziyan had no choice but to entrust the trip to Jiangyu to the old doctor, and then went back to Beijing with Lin Mo and the others.

So, when Jiangyu Xing woke up again clutching his head, the person picked up in the snow had already run away.

He paused, thinking of the big fool who said, do you know who my master is?Beijing...

Beijing?

Just right, he thought, I'm going back to the capital too.

Capital, Lin Mansion.

Lin Xiuyuan, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, was writing excerpts in the study, and the more he wrote, the more he became angry, and he sighed that the country of Dayan was in danger.

Over the years, the emperor has been sick for a long time, and he only went to court for ten days and a half months; the prince even hid in the East Palace every day to ask for immortality, and only went to the main hall for several months. The officer soared with him!

How decent!What a system!

What's even more exasperating is that that old Jiang Chengyue, with a slumped face, echoed, His Highness was right.

Nonsence!old fool!

Now that Dayan is facing internal and external troubles, and the Northern Qi Iron Cavalry Army is still stationed in the capital, what are you talking about ascension to immortality? !The country is in danger!Danger!

"Master," Lin Xiuyuan was heartbroken, when he suddenly heard the housekeeper say, "My lord is back."

He stood up abruptly, ran out before putting down the pen, "Where is it?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw his son standing outside the door holding a scroll of paintings.

"Father," Lin Ziyan said softly, "I'm back."

With a "snap", the pen in his hand fell to the ground, and Lin Xiuyuan almost wet the corners of his eyes.

His son has lost weight. He already has thin arms and legs, and now he doesn't have much flesh.

"You still know how to come back?!" Lin Xiuyuan said with a straight face, "Are there still not many famous scholars in the capital? Do you have to go outside? It's been three years since I left, do you still think of me as a father? I..."

Lin Ziyan held the painting and stuffed it into his arms, "Father, the authentic work of the painting saint Zhou Yi."

"Zhou..." Lin Xiuyuan forgot all his anger and grabbed the painting, "Zhou and Zhou Yi's authentic work?"

Lin Ziyan nodded.

Lin Xiuyuan opened the painting carefully, trembling so much that his hands were a little unsteady.

Zhou Yi was one of the few people in his life who he admired from the bottom of his heart, because his single-handed painting was the best in the world, and it was hard to buy with thousands of dollars.But Zhou Yi had a weird temper, and it was hard to find him, so he never got to see him. He heard that he passed away a year ago.

"It really is Mr. Zhou's "Yunshan Temple"?" Lin Xiuyuan touched the painting, as if he was touching the relics of an old friend, "It's a pity that I don't have the chance to see Mr. Zhou in this life..."

"Father," Lin Ziyan said, "Actually..."

"My lord, my lord," the butler came over and said, "Dinner is ready."

Lin Xiuyuan suppressed his emotions and straightened his son's clothes, "Okay, let's go to dinner. Look at how thin you are."

They walked to the hall together, Lin Ziyan remembered that when he entered the door just now, the butler said that his father hadn't eaten lunch, and after returning from the early morning, he was nestled in the study writing notes, as if he was very angry.

Lin Ziyan felt a little distressed, and asked his father if something bothered him?

"I'm angry when I talk about this," Lin Xiuyuan said angrily, "The prince is getting more and more outrageous, how can the court talk nonsense! And that old man Jiang Chengyue, the more he lives, the more confused he gets!"

Lin Ziyan: "..." Jiang Shangshu again?

Before Lin Ziyan left home, he heard his father scolding Jiang Chengyue a lot.Although the two were officials in the same dynasty, Lin Xiuyuan seemed to have a lot of opinions on the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and even made a detour when they met on the road.The two didn't seem to have any enmity, but Lin Xiuyuan once slapped the table and said angrily: "When you see that old thing, you get angry!"

As for what to be angry about, no one knows.

The trip to Jiangyu arrived in the capital several days late.He was given several bowls of soup and medicine by the old doctor of Jishitang, and he was not allowed to leave until he recovered from his illness.

"With your sickly appearance, you still want to run around in the heavy snow?" The old doctor said angrily, "If I freeze to death outside, how can I be worthy of that young master's money... Ah bah, please!"

Jiangyu Xing: "..."

But Jiangyu Xing was anxious, and after he recovered from his illness, he took a horse from the stable and ran away overnight.

He rode his horse to the gate of the city, and before entering the city, he saw his brother Zhao Feng standing on the city wall, staring at him fiercely.

Jiangyuxing got off his horse silently and stepped onto the city wall. Before he could say a word, Zhao Feng yelled: "Jiangyuxing, you fucking are finally willing to come back?! You only have to go for five days as agreed. It's been more than ten days! Did you get buried in the snow halfway?!"

"Howling?" Jiang Yu walked over, leaning against the wall and said, "something happened on the road."

Zhao Feng: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Yuxing remembered that he was dizzy due to illness and was knocked out by someone's palm, so he was ashamed to say it, and only said: "It's nothing, just delayed for a few days."

Zhao Feng: "Nothing, you have been running for so many days?!"

Jiang Yuxing: "Anyway, you are not missing me here."

Zhao Feng: "..." Do you still remember that you were a soldier guarding the city gate?

He also didn't know what was wrong with Jiang Yuxing's father, the majestic Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, he had to drive his son to guard the city gate, otherwise, with Jiang Yuxing's kung fu, he would have few opponents in the imperial army, but now he can only fight against him as a school lieutenant Be a soldier down there.

"By the way," Jiang Yuxing said suddenly, "Did you see a white-robed scholar come to Beijing in the past few days?"

Zhao Feng: "...dozens of scholars come to Beijing every day, which one are you looking for?"

Jiangyu Xing: "He also brought a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with him."

"Which young master doesn't have a book boy with him?" Zhao Feng said impatiently, "Can't you explain more clearly? What does that person look like?"

Jiangyu Xing thought for a while, and choked out two words, "It looks good."

Zhao Feng: "..."