Wang Lin smiled and walked forward for a few steps to show his importance and respect for Lu Junyi.
Lu Junyi actually knelt down on one knee and said gratefully: "What kind of virtue is Lu? How can he disturb the envoy travel thousands of miles to come to Daming Mansion to rescue him? He did not express his gratitude. Lu and his family should be tied up with a weed and ringed. Thank you.
Great kindness to the envoy!”
Wang Lin led his army to Daming and told the emperor that the ninth son Zhao Gou killed Qiu Renjie and returned it to the Lu family's property. The Lu family was grateful.
Although Lu Junyi is not involved in the officialdom, he is not incompatible with the worldly affairs.
He knew that Wang Lin directly killed his relative Qiu Renjie without trial and Yu Lan, and used the thunderous force to overturn the Lu family. He took such a great political risk, and even offended the third son of the emperor, Yun Wang and Zhao Kai.
Wang Lin smiled and helped Lu Junyi up: "I heard that the official was framed by a traitor, and Wang couldn't sleep or eat in Qingzhou. This time, he came to Daming Mansion mainly to rescue the official. Have the Lu family business been released?
”
Yan Qing bowed and said, "I will return it all, without any omissions."
Lu Junyi took a deep breath: "How can I repay Lu for such kindness?"
Wang Lin's expression remained unchanged, but he said in his heart, you don't need to pay back, you can just serve me and play a role in the battlefield of the Anti-Jin in the future.
Lu Junyi quietly exchanged a look with Yan Qing.
Yan Qing naturally said to the Lu family that Wang Lin wanted to let Lu Junyi serve in the Fuhu Army. Of course, he had to express his opinion when he came to thank him in person this time, otherwise he would become an ungrateful beast.
Lu Junyi bowed again: "If the envoy does not dislike Lu's vulgarity, Lu is willing to serve the envoy. But... Lu has a request, please let the envoy agree."
Wang Lin's expression remained unchanged, "Please speak with me if you are a member of the official position."
"Lu is indifferent by nature, and has always disliked the officialdom and did not understand the worldly ways of the officialdom, so he is unwilling to be an official. This time, Lu is willing to join the Huhu Army and let the envoy drive him, and he will go through fire and water without hesitation, but if he is an official, he will be a serene official,
The job...is still exempted." Lu Junyi said lightly, his voice firmly.
Wang Lin took a deep breath.
He did not want to be an official, but only wanted to serve as a guest official in the Fuhu Army. In other words, it was Wang Lin who served him personally, not the Song Dynasty court.
He also left a way out for himself in the future.
This is actually understandable. Lu Junyi was like this by nature, and was disappointed in the officialdom and was unwilling to join these corrupt officials in the officialdom, which was normal.
Wang Lin chuckled: "It's all right. If you serve the country, you may not necessarily become an official. Mr. Lu is a righteous man, and he is very respectful to him. Since that's the case, I'll ask Mr. Lu to be a guest official in my mansion.
, How about the actual situation of commanding troops in the army every day?”
Lu Junyi fell to the ground: "Lu obeys the order!"
Wang Lin laughed loudly, helped Lu Junyi up again, and became happy.
However, he thought, not being an official is just a temporary measure, and it is OK at the moment, because there is no war, everything is easy to say, but once the battle between the Jin and Song dynasties begins, if Lu Junyi does not have a military position, how can he order the troops to fight against the Jin people?
Don't worry, take your time.
He did not believe that the country was in trouble, and Lu Junyi had to stick to the so-called reputation of these individuals.
In fact, this time he has not forced him to the point. If he is forced to the point, he can be regarded as a bandit, let alone become an official.
"Mr. Lu."
"I dare not, please call me a name."
Wang Lin paused: "General Lu!"
Lu Junyi's face turned solemn: "I wish to die for the envoy!"
Yan Qing also bowed and shouted, "I am willing to die for the envoy!"
Not far away, Zhao Gou stood quietly in the corridor of mailing hands, looking at the scene where Wang Lin brought Lu Junyi under his command, and thought to himself: Master has another general, this person is invincible in martial arts, and now he has been serving Lu Junyi. Qinglai Town is probably even more powerful.
Thinking of Wang Lin's immediate entry into the capital, he couldn't help but watch silently for King Yun.
I just don’t know if there is still time at this time?
...
The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad to kill people.
An autumn rain and a cold.
What I mentioned earlier is the mood of some people in Tokyo, and what I mentioned later is the season.
The rain continued for several days, and the bustling Tokyo was not affected much.
But if you are interested, it is not difficult to find that the children of powerful families in the fields of flowers and willows, and in the tiles and tiles, were like moths flying into the fire, as if they had lost their traces overnight.
I stayed in my door and couldn't come out.
Only the money-short scholars are still a bit scarce, making the prostitutes who show off their charm and make a living with it miserable.
Not only the tile houses, but also the incense at Daxiangguo Temple has faded a lot, and there are few sparrows at the door.
A little shaman came in and out in disappointment, but he did not welcome the pilgrims.
However, in the ruins of Fanlou opposite, in the weedy empty scene, a young man who seemed to be remembering the past Fengyue of Fanlou was found.
This is nostalgia.
The little shaman sighed and stopped to watch, but suddenly he could not see the young man's traces and couldn't help but feel stunned.
The north wind rises again, and the drizzle of autumn rain is endless, which makes people feel upset.
In the bamboo forest outside Yanfu Palace, Wang Lin listened for a moment before pushing open the door panel of the secret passage and jumping out.
Originally there was a loft here, hiding and protecting this secret door, but Zhao Ji never came here again since the fire was burned down by the fire.
He ordered people to demolish the attic, but deliberately did not block the secret passage.
It seems to be for some kind of commemoration, or to leave a secret escape passage, but I have all kinds of thoughts anyway.
The drizzle scattered and the cold wind blew on his face. A rush of air conditioning from Wang Lin's clothes under his neck. He couldn't help but shivered.
He took advantage of the situation to catch a slender figure, without holding an umbrella, and stood directly on the edge of the bamboo forest in the rain, allowing the raindrops to hit her thin face.
Wang Lin's heart trembled.
It was actually Emperor Maode Zhao Fujin!
Her cheeks were deeply sunken, her eyes were dull, and she was as thin as if she was covered with bones.
After a long time no see, I didn’t expect that the beautiful girl who was originally lively and bright, and her pink and jade would become so haggard!
I hate being thinner and I can’t wear clothes, and I hate being clear tears, which is more than rain.
Wang Lin remembered Fang Qianli's "A Lost Scout", and then remembered "I will never regret it when my clothes get looser." He couldn't tell what it felt like.
He ordered Yan Qing to lead two thousand tiger divine guards to pieces, disguise themselves as if they were disguised and scattered to the capital. He started his magic move and arrived in Tokyo this morning. He sneaked into the palace from the secret path built by Zhao Ji without knowing it I came here, of course I wanted to meet the official Zhao Ji.
But as soon as he left the secret passage, he ran into Zhao Fujin who was secretly hurt.
He knew exactly why Zhao Fujin was here.
I don’t know whether it’s because of the scene or because of his old friend who has gone away in her life.
Wang Lin was silent for a moment, but walked over gently.
"Prince!" he called out softly.
Zhao Fujin slowly looked up and glanced at Wang Lin's familiar and unfamiliar face, and his whole body trembled violently.
A glimmer of something appeared in her deep eye sockets.
Suddenly, she squatted down with her hands covering her face, and her thin spine twitched violently, and tears flowed down her fingers silently.
In the past six months, she has been staying alone in this bamboo forest every day from spring to summer, from summer to autumn, and has become an unstoppable homework.
She thought she lived within the high walls of the deep palace and had no connection with Wang Lin, who had married the Han daughter and was far away in Qingzhou.
She hated him and blamed him, and vowed not to see him again in her life, but the fate was still a mess of people and there would be a day of reunion.
And at this moment, her hatred and resentment suddenly disappeared.