Wang Lin treated his arrow wound in the East Palace, changed his clothes, and after asking for some food from the supervisor in the East Palace, he felt that his energy was much better.
There was a faint numbness at the wound, and he knew this was a sign that the wound was slowly healing.
Then Zhao Huan met Wang Lin in his bedroom. Of course, before that, the news of Wang Lin's rescue had reached the palace.
In Zhao Ji's rage, Zhang Li, the deputy commander of the Palace Front Division, still led a team of forbidden troops to search the city for the black-clad killers, but this group of people disappeared from the world as if they had never appeared before.
The young Zhao Huan had slender eyebrows, long eyes, and fair complexion. He sat there quietly, staring at Wang Lin who was walking slowly.
He is about the same age as himself, looks weak and gentle, if he had not seen him covered in blood before and heard that he had successfully escaped from being surrounded and chased by a group of mysterious black-clad killers, Zhao Huan would not have believed that this person was the so-called Tiger Fighter.
Hero, Wang Lin, the first-placed candidate in the martial arts examination in Qinghe County, Shandong Province.
"The common people pay homage to His Highness."
Wang Lin bowed sincerely.
He is a person with clear grudges.
Although Zhao Huan could not be said to be a life-saving benefactor to him, he could be regarded as a healer after all, right?
Zhao Huan chuckled and waved his hand: "You don't have to be polite, Wang Lin. I didn't expect that you, as soft and weak as me, could actually have good martial arts. Please tell me how you killed that man."
A tiger or an insect?"
Zhao Huan was indeed very curious.
Wang Lin had no choice but to briefly recount the ins and outs of the tiger hunt on Jingyang Hill that day. Zhao Huan was amazed and fascinated by what he heard.
"Your ability to subdue a tiger shows your amazing power. Can you open my eyes to me in person?"
Zhao Huan waved his hand, and four majestic imperial guards from the East Palace, each carrying a stone lock, walked into the palace.
The total weight of these two stone locks is at least two to three hundred kilograms.
Carved from bluestone, it is new and smooth. It is obviously an object that is not used by the imperial guards in the palace for daily drills. It is purely a bluff.
Wang Lin stepped forward slowly, holding the stone locks with one hand, then shouted loudly, raised it above his head with both hands, walked steadily in the hall for more than ten steps, and then put it down lightly.
The imperial guards gasped when they saw it. Zhao Huan was so shocked that he stood up and looked at Wang Lin feverishly.
Wang Lin let out a breath and felt that the area injured by the arrow was basically unharmed. With such a heavy load and raised arms, there was not much pain from the wound.
The self-healing ability given by System Dad is really amazing.
"Wang Lin, you are indeed born with divine power. No wonder people call you Wu Quxing Linfan. The King of Chu is reincarnated. Good!" Zhao Huan clapped his hands and praised: "But your wound is not tight, right?"
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. It doesn't matter."
Zhao Huan looked extremely excited at this moment, clapped his hands and said: "No wonder my father thinks highly of you. You are both civil and military, and you will definitely be a pillar of our country in the future!"
"Come here, get the spear that I have collected!"
Not long after, two forbidden soldiers walked into the hall carrying a long spear that was one foot, three feet and seven inches long, with a silver light reflecting on the barrel and a hidden flower-coiled dragon engraved on it.
Zhao Huan smiled and said: "Wang Lin, the name of this gun is the Gentian Liang Silver Spear. It is said that it was used by Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong, the generals of the Shu Kingdom during the Three Kingdoms period. This gun is very heavy and difficult for ordinary people to use. I got it by chance last year and have been using it for a long time."
Hiding it deep in the palace, it will be of no use. Now that I see how brave you are, I will give this gun to you. I hope you can defend our Song Dynasty in the future and fight bravely for the country to kill the enemy!"
Wang Lin walked over and held the silver gentian gun, and a very cordial feeling emerged spontaneously.
This gun may not be the gun used by Zhao Yun of the Three Kingdoms, but it must be a superior weapon made of pure steel that has been tempered for thousands of times. The gun body is made of pure steel, and the tip of the gun is extremely sharp. It represents the peak craftsmanship level in this cold weapon era.
He was overjoyed for a moment, and he shook the spear with ease and made a flourish. After a few gestures, he put down the spear and bowed to Zhao Huan: "Thank you, Your Highness, for the gift of the spear!"
Zhao Huan laughed loudly.
Zhao Huan then gave some gifts and said many good words. Wang Lin knew that Zhao Huan wanted to win over him. He knew the ways of human kindness and responded accordingly.
Because Zhao Ji was still waiting in the palace, Zhao Huan did not dare to persuade Wang Lin too much, so he sent the imperial army and two yellow gates to escort Wang Lin into the palace.
On the way, the smile on Wang Lin's face gradually faded.
Being able to use so many martial arts masters to assassinate him is obviously not something that ordinary people can do.
So, is it Gao Qiu or Pan Ming?
Wang Lin weighed it repeatedly in his mind, but there was no result, so he simply stopped thinking about it for the time being.
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Yanfu Palace.
Royal study room.
The officials of the Song Dynasty finally saw Wang Lin. Seeing that Wang Lin seemed to be unharmed, Zhao Ji breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Wang Lin, I have ordered a supervisor to investigate the matter of the assassin today. I will definitely get to the bottom of it and bring the assassin to justice."
By law.”
Wang Lin said silently: "Thank you so much, officials."
He knew in his heart that expecting Zhao Ji to arrange for people to catch the assassins was sheer fantasy. Basic experience told him that since these men in black were so unscrupulous, it meant they must be fearless. By this time, they would have escaped from Tokyo long ago, and they would have caught someone.
.
As Zhao Ji spoke, he unfolded the modern beauty painting of Wang Lin that he had received from Master Li, and said seriously: "Wang Lin, was this painting made by you?"
Wang Lin took a deep breath and nodded. He had already guessed why Zhao Ji was so anxious to find him in the palace.
Zhao Ji's eyes flickered, and he suddenly patted the royal writing desk: "Come on, come and write a word for me, whatever you want!"
Wang Lin was not pretentious. He raised his head and glanced at a piece of "Poetry on the Fragrant Green Calyx" hanging in Zhao Jiyu's study. After a moment of concentration, he activated "Danqing" and started writing.
Zhao Ji stood behind him and watched quietly. The more he watched, the more frightened he became. By the time Wang Lin finished writing the last word and put down the pen, his entire mind was already immersed in it.
Zhao Ji repeatedly weighed and compared it, and felt that every word was exactly the same as the one he wrote personally.
His face gradually became ecstatic, and he said excitedly: "Wang Lin, how long have you been practicing my thin gold body?"
Wang Lin smiled: "Back at Guanjia, I accidentally saw a calligraphy by Guanjia a few years ago. I was so shocked that I imitated it and practiced it every day... But I always felt that it was a bit similar, but
It still lacks a bit of the momentum and charm unique to the official family.”
Zhao Ji admired calligraphy and painting. He often made friends with his books and often gave calligraphy and paintings to ministers. Therefore, his calligraphy and painting works were widely spread all over the world, and of course there were even more imitators.
His explanation was flawless.
Besides, he was the only one who could wear nothing but flattery. When he heard Wang Lin's extremely clever flattery, Zhao Ji felt as happy as honey, and he couldn't tell what was true or false.
Zhao Ji laughed and said, "Wang Lin, I really liked Huang Tingjian's calligraphy back then. He used big strokes and big strokes, and his long pen spread out in four directions to show his skill. The horizontal paintings he wrote were slanted and uneven, and the vertical paintings were crooked and crooked. Each part of each character
They are often coordinated with corresponding or correspondingly skewed shapes, which are contrary to the plain and rigid structure of the predecessors such as horizontal and vertical lines, making them look graceful, graceful and graceful."
"Huang Shu is like a man who holds the Taoist foothold, sitting on a high chariot and a horse, with a pair of pincers on top and bottom, everything is satisfactory."
"I just imitated it. But after a year or two, I suddenly felt that although Huang Shu was majestic, it lacked a sense of magnanimity. So, I simply stood out and created this thin gold body, which pays attention to both form and spirit, form and meaning.
Hop. Your calligraphy has already reached the true meaning of Thin Gold Body, but as you said, it seems to be similar, but it lacks a kind of momentum and charm."
After saying that, Zhao Ji took another piece of paper and wrote five words on it: No. 1 in the world.
This plot is an indispensable transition, mainly to highlight the self-healing ability of the system, and to reiterate that injuries will reduce the health value. In addition, the calligraphy is similar, and it is also a foreshadowing for a very important plot in the future. Please everyone