Send off Dai Zong, Li Kui, and Wang Lin to examine the attributes.
[Wang Lin—Life 9, Intelligence 11, Martial Power 54, Reputation 46, Skills:...Yang Family Spear/Talk about Soldiers/Penetrate Yang with a Hundred Steps/Mandarin Duck Legs/Left and Right Bow/Drawing/Good Strategy/Magic Action.]
Wang Lin remembered that according to the legend of Water Margin, Dai Zong tied four pieces of divine walking armor to his legs, so he could travel eight hundred miles a day, so he was called the divine walking Taibao. It is said that this was some kind of Taoist magic - divine walking.
Law.
You can copy it to your own side, but if you don’t have props, how can you use them?
With a thought in his mind, his legs suddenly heated up and swelled. He took a few tentative steps forward and felt that his legs and feet were as light and powerful as if they were equipped with engines. He was overjoyed. Seeing no one around him, he simply identified Zhenyuan.
He ran wildly in the direction he was looking at.
The speed goes from slow to fast, getting faster and faster.
By the end, running was like a gust of wind.
Passersby could only spot a figure passing by at high speed, and could not see Wang Lin's face clearly.
It's a bit anti-scientific.
Wang Lin thought that if he had mastered such skills in his previous life, he might have won the world championship in all the events in track and field, setting a record that has never been achieved before or since!
This is the most interesting skill Wang Lin gained after traveling through time.
At the critical moment, it is definitely a trump card to save your life.
Wang Lin went to Zhenyuan Temple to meet Li Shishi - no, there is no more Li Shishi in the world, only You Fangkun Dao Li Yuexian. They agreed on the itinerary for leaving Beijing in a few days. The two lingered for a while before he returned to the city.
Jin'er is here.
Hearing that Zhang Zhen's maid wanted to hold a banquet to honor her, Wang Lin agreed without much thought.
However, before going to their residence, Wang Lin went to the Ministry of Personnel and the Privy Council to transfer money and inquired about the details of his appointment procedures.
This big coward dynasty has this advantage. Regardless of whether they have connections or not, as long as they are willing to spend money, they can get through any joint up and down.
On the way, he met Ma Kuo, who was anxious and impatient and also came to inquire about the news. Ma Kuo was awarded the seventh rank of Wu Yilang, appointed deputy envoy of the imperial army, and would soon be sent as an envoy to the Kingdom of Jin with his father Ma Zheng.
After talking with Ma Kuo for a while, they said goodbye to each other.
It was several years before I saw Ma Kuo again, before the Jin people launched a large-scale attack on the Central Plains.
…
Zhang Zhenniang and Jin'er have returned to the Zhang family's old house.
Zhang Zhenniang personally cooked a few side dishes, and asked Jin'er to go to Xinghualou to buy two meat dishes, which were nothing more than roasted chicken with sauce, and a jar of wine.
Zhang Zhenniang is wearing a blue skirt and a little makeup. She already has picturesque features and a tall figure. Now that she has deliberately dressed up, she looks even more graceful.
"I've met Madam." Wang Lin glanced at her and didn't dare to look more.
Zhang Zhenniang blushed slightly and said solemnly: "My lord, please take a seat. I am a woman and I will prepare some light wine and vegetarian food today to practice it for my lord. Please don't dislike me."
Wang Lin nodded and sat down.
Drinking at the same table like this, with a brocade in between, but for Zhang Zhenniang, it was already a very courageous move.
It was not Wang Lin who saved her life, Zhang Zhenniang would not have been able to do it for any other man.
I'm almost dying of shame.
"Officials, please drink by yourself! I am too drunk to drink, so I only want to accompany you." Zhang Zhenniang raised her glass and only touched her lips.
Wang Lin smiled, without any pretense, and drank the glass in one gulp.
Jin'er was caught in the middle and rolled her eyes. Suddenly she also raised her glass and said to Wang Lin: "My lord, I have the guts to toast you and my wife a glass!"
Zhang Zhenniang frowned lightly, glanced at Jin'er, but said nothing, smiled politely, and still just touched her lips.
Jin'er said again: "Madam, in a few days the official will leave Beijing to take up his post in Yizhou. I don't know if we will have a chance to see you again in the future. Thinking about it, I feel really uncomfortable."
Zhang Zhenniang also felt something. She sighed in her heart but said nothing.
"It's okay for you to stay in Tokyo for the time being. However, in two or three years, the Jin people will invade the south in a large scale. The eggs in Tokyo and Henan will not be finished, so if you have relatives from other places who can join you, you'd better make plans in advance.
good."
Zhang Zhenniang shook her head lonely: "Guanren, the Nu family is a native of Tokyo, and we have no relatives from other places to seek refuge with..."
Jin'er smiled: "I heard that the officials are also wealthy in Shandong. If the slaves and ladies are desperate in the future, they should go to Shandong to join the officials."
Wang Lin shrugged: "You are welcome at any time."
Zhang Zhenniang's face turned red, she glared at Jin'er fiercely, and raised her glass to drink again, hiding the complicated and embarrassing emotions in her heart.
After touching her lips for several cups, Zhang Zhenniang was cautious and polite and refused to drink any more.
He ordered Jin'er to bring tea and replaced the wine with tea.
Wang Lin didn't mind either. The three of them chatted and chatted casually, mostly with Zhang Zhenniang repeatedly expressing her inner gratitude.
But after a while, Wang Lin suddenly felt dizzy. He was startled and immediately looked at Jin'er subconsciously.
Jin'er smiled beautifully, with a cunning look in her eyes.
What the hell is this girl doing...Wang Lin frowned, swayed for a moment, then felt like the world was spinning, and he slowly fell down.
Zhang Zhenniang was shocked. Just as she was about to stand up, she felt weak all over, she was sweating coldly, her vision turned black, and she fell down on the table.
…
The night was deep, and in the second half of the night a strong wind began to blow, followed immediately by heavy rain.
Wang Lin's head was as heavy as a bucket, and he woke up in a daze. He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was lying on the couch, and the furnishings in the room were obviously Zhang Zhenniang's boudoir.
He secretly thought something was wrong, and immediately turned over and sat up. He saw Zhang Zhenniang neatly wrapped in a sheet, huddled in a corner of the couch with her back against the wall, her face covered with tears.
Wang Lin opened his mouth awkwardly, then closed it helplessly.
It must have been Jin'er who drugged both of them with sweat-inducing drugs and made them work together. The intention is self-evident.
The two of them were neatly dressed and had definitely done nothing, but for Zhang Zhenniang, sharing the same bed with Wang Lin, a lonely man and a widowed woman in the middle of the night, was considered a loss of innocence.
Besides, Jin'er also locked the door, so she couldn't leave even if she wanted to.
Zhang Zhenniang buried her head deeply, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Wang Lin hesitated for a while, then cupped his hands and smiled bitterly: "Now that the matter has come to this, if you don't mind me, I will be considerate and kind to you, and I will protect you for the rest of your life. Of course, if you don't mean it, it doesn't matter, I will leave now.
Anyway, the relationship between you and me is pure, and it will not damage your reputation."
Zhang Zhenniang sobbed silently.
Wang Lin actually knew very well that if he left, Zhang Zhenniang would basically commit suicide. And if Zhang Zhenniang died, Jin'er, who had made the decision without authorization, would naturally not survive.
Can……
Wang Lin slowly approached Zhang Zhenniang and tentatively held her hand.
Zhang Zhenniang started to tremble violently.
Wang Lin gritted his teeth and simply pulled Zhang Zhenniang over and held her in his arms, comforting her softly.
Zhang Zhenniang struggled for a while and then gradually subsided.
Outside the window, the storm was overwhelming.
In another side room, Jin'er sat under the window and held up the lamp, staring at the torrential rain outside. She said silently in her heart, Madam, please don't blame me. All my slaves are for your own good. A husband like Wang Lin is your best.
Homecoming.
If you hesitate again at this time, it will be too late by the time Wang Lin leaves Tokyo.