Beijing, Lin Mansion,
Lin Chunqiu was leaning on the bamboo chair, holding a cup of fresh bamboo tea in his hand, and took a sip.
"So is that eunuch Yang Dong really planning to build an academy?"
"Lanxiang Academy, what is the meaning of this name?"
"Lin Jiu, go find out why the Kong family chose to cooperate with this guy. Is there any intention from His Majesty in this?"
In the bamboo forest not far away, only a sparse patch remained.
In the bamboo house, Lin Luo walked up to Lin Chunqiu with a hatchet in hand.
"Why does my father only have this small bamboo forest left and refuses to cut it down? Could it be that my father has other plans?"
Lin Chunqiu smiled faintly and waved his hand towards Lin Luo.
"Luo'er, put down the hatchet and come to your father's side."
Today, Lin Luo, after being assassinated by Luozhou, most of his energy has been wiped away.
But he did not feel depressed. Instead, he became a blessing in disguise and became much calmer and more mature.
Lin Luo put down the hatchet, picked up the pony, and sat next to Lin Chunqiu.
"Father, what advice do you have?"
"Luo'er, as a father, I am very satisfied with you now."
Lin Chunqiu nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.
"That's why I decided to tell you all the secrets of this bamboo garden."
"The secret of Bamboo Garden?"
A hint of doubt flashed in Lin Luo's eyes. He only remembered that when he was very young, his father often went into the bamboo garden. Most of the time, bamboo is cut down, but sometimes, people are ordered to bring in a kind of bamboo from the south and plant it in the bamboo garden.
"Yes, do you know why your father built this bamboo garden in the mansion?"
Lin Chunqiu smiled faintly, picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"When talking about this bamboo garden, we have to mention the green bamboos in this garden."
"Luo'er, do you know what kind of bamboo this is?"
"Variety?"
Lin Luo was startled again. The capital was located in the north, and bamboo was extremely rare. In Lin Luo's eyes, the appearance of all bamboos is almost the same.
So he shook his head and said in confusion:
"Father, don't all these bamboos look the same? Why do we need to differentiate between species?"
"Silly boy, have you ever seen a father do something meaningless?"
Lin Chunqiu said, pointing to the remaining bamboo forest not far away, and said in a calm tone:
"This bamboo is called Huangzhu, and it was specially brought from Jianghan by my father. According to legend, an emperor in the Jianghan area died here a thousand years ago."
"The bones and blood of the emperor seeped into the ground and bamboo grew. It represents the luck of the emperor!"
Bamboo? Luck?
Lin Luo was stunned for a moment, then his pupils gradually dilated.
That’s it, that’s it!
My father has been cutting bamboo for so many years, and what he cuts is not the bamboo, but the luck of the little emperor!
Nowadays, this large bamboo garden has long been reduced to wasteland. There is only a small bamboo forest left, doesn't it mean that the little emperor is almost exhausted?
If it is the Ji family, their strength will be exhausted. Then the next family to become emperor is their Lin family, isn't it?
Thinking of this, Lin Luo couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
My father is really so scary! It turns out that he had laid out today's overall situation more than 20 years ago.
Over the years, he has been accumulating strength in order to one day replace the Ji family.
It's just that today's Great Zhou has reached a precarious moment.
But why did my father leave this small bamboo forest behind?
He was doubtful and pondered for a moment, but had no clue, so he asked:
"Father, there is something unclear about my child. May I ask my father, why do you leave this small bamboo forest alone and don't cut it down?"
"Do you think you don't want to be a father?"
Lin Chunqiu glanced at Lin Luo beside him, with a gloomy tone in his tone.
"Luo'er, do you know what variables are?"
"variable?"
A look of doubt appeared on Lin Luo's face again.
"The so-called variables are outside the secret of heaven."
Lin Chunqiu said lightly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to become deeper.
"Now the momentum of the Ji clan is about to be exhausted. However, the fate is unpredictable, but there are changes."
"This bamboo forest was specially reserved by my father for those variables. Do you understand this explanation?"
Lin Luo nodded in understanding, then shook his head.
He pondered for a moment, then asked:
"The variable that father mentioned refers to Yang Dong?"
"Speaking of which, this eunuch is quite capable. Not only is he well-organized in governing Luozhou, but he also has some literary talent. It's a pity... that he is an eunuch."
"The variable that my father said was not him."
Lin Chunqiu shook his head gently, with a bit of disdain in his eyes.
"How can a mere eunuch disturb the secret of heaven? The variable in my father's mouth is the last bloodline of the Ji family."
The Ji family...the last bloodline?
This answer once again plunged Lin Luo into deep self-doubt.
As we all know, His Majesty is not a womanizer and has no children yet.
It is precisely because of this that my sister entered the palace and became the queen under her father's arrangement.
Thinking of this, Lin Luo felt sour in his heart.
Lin Maner is his sister, she is obviously his! !
"Father, what does father mean that Lin Man'er might be pregnant with His Majesty's blood?"
"This is not something that a father can say well."
Lin Chunqiu shook his head, a look of exhaustion appeared in his eyes.
"Luo'er, my father would like to advise you, don't stick to trivial matters when it comes to big things. My father doesn't care what you think about Man'er. But my father is warning you, don't delay the important events of our Lin family, do you understand?"
When Lin Luo heard this, the expression on his face immediately became solemn.
"Father, don't worry, the child understands."
Lin Chunqiu took a deep look at his only son, his eyes gradually becoming sharper.
"Luo'er, don't tell others about the changes."
"As a father, I naturally hope that Man'er will be pregnant with the blood of the Ji family. In this way, it will be much easier for our Lin family to control the Ji family."
"But except for the child in Man'er's belly, the Ji family must not have any children living outside the country. Do you understand?"
Lin Luo nodded deeply, and then he seemed to think of something and asked:
"Father, I remember there is a Princess Qingyang in the palace. Do you think the variable could be..."
"My father has already made arrangements for this."
Lin Chunqiu smiled coldly and continued:
"If my father's prediction is correct, Qingyang's death may not be far away."
"Okay, please step back. Pay more attention to the movements in the palace these days. In addition, there is still a part of the Longwu Army staying in the capital. Have you placed any of your own people among them?"
Hearing this, Lin Luo nodded immediately.
"Father, don't worry, my child still has some trump cards in running the Longwu Army these years."
"That's very good. You go and contact Long Wujun secretly and take control of them. Counting the days for my father, I'm afraid that day is not far away."
Some people died, but not completely...
