The Princess of Northern Land

"Yes, Changting is very powerful. Both Mr. Qian and Mr. Xu are full of praise for him." Someone answered.

Ma Dalang and Ma Zhicai sneered inwardly after hearing this. These people just know how to flatter the Lin family. Lin Changting is only seven years old, and a seven-year-old boy knows nothing about it. Mr. Qian and Mr. Xu who teach are both servants bought by the Lin family. Can they not speak to the Lin family?

No matter what, the villagers praised Lin Changting to the sky for teaching, and Ma Zhicai and his son did not believe that Lin Changting really had a talent for reading. Thinking that Ma Zhicai was only 16 years old when he was a child, and it was the only one in Shili Village for so many years, Lin Changting wanted to surpass Ma Zhicai, let's just dream.

But Ma Zhicai didn't sit here just for food today. His real purpose was to establish a relationship with King Chu Suifeng. It was a pity that King Ling was taken to the west courtyard, and he had no chance to see King Ling.

Ma Zhicai has confidence in himself. As long as he meets Prince Ling, Prince Ling will definitely appreciate his knowledge. What should I do to see King Ling?

"The wedding banquet is about to start, where are we going?" Ma Dalang asked loudly and deliberately as he watched his son stand up.

"I'm sorry, my stomach suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and I wanted to go for a while. I'll come back later, please forgive me." Ma Zhicai apologized to everyone with a smile and explained.

His attitude was gentle and his words were polite, so the villagers' opinions about him dispersed.

Ma Zhicai walked out of the gate of the east courtyard and turned into the west courtyard.

Since the Lin family was holding weddings and many people came and went, and there were many people from outside, Ma Zhicai's arrival did not attract much attention.

Ma Zhicai first arrived at a hall and found that there were many people sitting here. These people were different from the people in the village. They were all wearing fine silks and satins. When he came in, no one glanced at him and listened quietly. It turned out that everyone was discussing business matters.

Ma Zhicai rolled his eyes disdainfully at these rich people. It turned out that they were just businessmen smelling of copper. He walked out along the corridor again.

Every room in the Lin family was very warm. When Ma Zhicai walked out of the hot room, he felt cold all over.

As soon as Ma Zhi left the table, Lin Ziyin came over to look for someone.

"Uncle Li Zheng, you and Uncle Bai have to go to the West Courtyard to accompany the prince and the third young master." Lin Ziyin found someone and said, "Grandpa and uncle can't bear it anymore."

"Zi Yin, find someone else. I'm afraid I can't bear it." When Li Zheng heard that she asked him to sit on the same table as Prince Ling, his legs were so weak that he could hardly stand up.

This is true for him, let alone Bai Chunsheng.

"We are guests. It's not like you don't know each other, Your Majesty. Besides, there are also Grandpa, Uncle and Master Huizhen over there. My brother is not here, and if you don't go over, who else can help greet him?" Lin Ziyin begged them.

"Besides, if you are more experienced, you won't have stage fright when you meet noble people to discuss business in the future, right?" Lin Ziyin brought out his trump card again, his eyes bright.

Li Zheng thought of what Lin Ziyin was talking about with him, and when he thought about it, it was indeed true. Because the Lin family's business was good, the villagers benefited a lot. As a village official, Li Zheng did deal with merchants a lot.

"Okay, let's go." Li Zheng gritted his teeth and stood up as if going to the guillotine.

Bai Chunsheng seemed to agree, and then thinking of Lin Ziyin's regard for him, he gritted his teeth and stood up and walked to the west courtyard.

Ma Dalang secretly resented Lin Ziyin's short-sightedness. He was the only person in the village who worked as the second shopkeeper, and he was not much more knowledgeable than this group of bumpkins. But Lin Ziyin didn't seem to see him just now, and then he was worried about his son Ma Zhicai.