Lin was also in a daze.
Wei Zhongjun didn't bother, but soon he couldn't bear it anymore and said to Lin Yi: "Scholar Lin, let's talk after you go in. I'm cold..."
Lin Yi came to his senses and quickly led Wei Zhongjun into Tianshu Courtyard.
Sure enough, after entering Tianshu Courtyard, the cold wind couldn't blow in, and stoves were lit in every corner.
The entire Tianshu Courtyard is warm and welcoming, and it feels like two different worlds from the outside.
Wei Zhongjun felt much more comfortable and looked at Lin Yida with a smile: "I'm only at the eighth level. I won't be able to bear it if I go outside for an hour at most."
He then looked at Lin Yi curiously and asked him how he came to the city.
"Those who can walk freely outside are at least sixth-grade Confucian students...Scholar Lin, are you already a sixth-grade scholar?"
Wei Zhongjun was frightened. A few months ago, Lin Yi was preparing for the provincial examination and was only at the eighth level. Now he is already at the sixth level?
In a few months, it takes others several years to complete the journey.
evildoer!
Lin Yi shook his head and said: "No, it's just a cultural treasure given by the emperor."
"The capital is still full of opportunities. My father asked me to join the imperial court, but with my qualifications, it is difficult..."
Wei Zhongjun gave a bitter smile and said, "Tie the horse to the stove and I will take you to see Magistrate Song and Dean He."
"kindness!"
Lin Yi planned to take Wei Zhongjun and others to the capital after the disaster to train them well, as a way to repay the veterans for their efforts.
…
In the main hall of Tianshu Courtyard.
Song Zhili, the magistrate of Nanxiang Prefecture, was summoning thousands of households from the health center and the dean, He Weijun, and others to discuss the next way.
"Dean He, you must have noticed that this is not a natural disaster, but someone is targeting Nanxiang Mansion and Nansu Mansion. The strength of the other party is not weak, and they can take advantage of the general trend of the world..."
The magistrates of Song Dynasty are one big and two big.
He realized later that he thought it was a natural disaster that only happened once in hundreds of years, but he didn't expect that someone was behind the scenes.
The people of Nanxiang Prefecture also had a hard life, and they just got over the demon incident. They were ready to live a good year with peace of mind, but they encountered this thing again.
"Well, if it was a natural disaster, I, He Wancheng, and Zheng Zhiqiu could work together to turn the tide, but we all failed... The person behind the scenes is at least level three, and may not be human yet!"
He Weijun said with a solemn expression: "The demon race is born with spirituality and naturally communicates with the heaven and earth. What we can do now is to carry it hard and resist the people coming from the court..."
"Other places, there are He Wancheng and Zheng Zhiqiu, and I have an old man here in Fucheng, who can still hold on for a while."
"Judging from the current situation, the enemy has launched such a large-scale battle, which is no better than us. Maybe we can find them before they regain their strength and solve this matter from the source!"
He Weijun gave his judgment and opinions. Generally speaking, the future situation is not optimistic.
The opponent's bare feet are not afraid of those wearing shoes, but behind them are thousands of people's lives.
"Dean He!"
"Master Song!"
While He Weijun, Song Zhili and others were discussing, someone greeted them.
The voice is particularly familiar.
Uh-huh!
Everyone looked over and saw a young man in brocade clothes entering the palace under the leadership of Dragon Guard Wei Zhongjun.
"Lin...Lin Yi!"
"Scholar Lin?"
He Weijun was moved. He stood up and went to greet him. He said with a smile: "Well, you are a young man. You have defeated the younger generation in the capital. You have won the provincial examination in the capital and you have also written a Mingfu article that will never be forgotten. You have not given it to Nanxiangfu." My father and fellow countrymen are disgraced.”
But then he became worried and asked: "Why did you come back to Nanxiang Mansion? Where is your book boy?"
Lin Yi felt much better when he saw his old friend. He did not hide anything and said seriously: "Dean He, on behalf of your Majesty, I will come to the south for inspection. At this moment, on behalf of the imperial court, I would like to thank you for your dedication to the people of Nanxiang Prefecture!"
Lin Yi bowed to He Weijun.
As the dean of the academy, He Weijun was originally a member of the Holy Academy, but he took the initiative to intervene in the secular world and help the people of Nanxiang Mansion. He deserves respect.
"You're such a stinker, and you still represent the imperial court?"
He Weijun shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then said seriously: "Back to the topic, you said that you are the only one who came to the south to inspect on behalf of your Majesty? What is your Majesty's attitude towards the disaster in Nanxiang Mansion and Nansu Mansion?"
Magistrate Song's ears perked up, and thousands of households in the guardhouse gathered around him.
"His Majesty sent thousands of reinforcements, but something happened on the way. I let them deal with it before we go on the road!"
Lin also told what happened at the inn in front of the government officials.
It has the meaning of beating and reminding.
The faces of thousands of households in the Song Prefecture and the Wei Station were all pale at that time, and they were all thinking about whether they had done this before.
"His Majesty stayed up all night, always paying attention to the disaster situation in the two southern provinces. For this reason, he also held the Minister of Household Shu Ning Zimin accountable and asked him to return to his hometown after serving as an official."
"It's not easy for the imperial court. They are doing their best to provide disaster relief. However, relief materials and funds always have to go through various governments. The imperial court cannot guarantee that all the materials will arrive here. They can only find them and deal with them together."
"But the human heart is a bottomless pit..."
Lin also conveyed His Majesty's concern for the people in the disaster area to He Weijun, Magistrate Song and others.
These words cheered everyone up.
Some people shed tears.
It turns out that it is not that His Majesty has forgotten the Nanxiang Mansion, but that there are traitors and traitors who are causing trouble, causing them to misunderstand the court and Your Majesty.
"You didn't lie to me?"
He Weijun always felt that Lin Yi spoke so well of the King of Dayan and the court, and he felt that he had taken advantage of it.
Lin Yi suddenly got into a bad joke and said with a wry smile: "Can students still deceive Dean He? His Majesty even sent the Crown Prince here. Do you think your Majesty doesn't care?"
"What!"
"What?"
"His Royal Highness is here? Where is His Highness?"
He Weijun, the prefect of Song Dynasty, and all the officials were all frightened, and they all asked where His Highness the Crown Prince was.
They were completely convinced.
If His Majesty didn't care about the disaster in Nanxiang Mansion, how could he send the Crown Prince here.
How risky is this?
"You will know when the time comes. The top priority now is to ensure the survival of the people and at the same time investigate the traces of the demons from the Humanity Sect and the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom."
Lin Yi looked at He Weijun and said, "Dean He, how long can your painting skills last?"
"About two hours."
He Weijun looked at Lin Yi in surprise and said, "How do you know it's the people from the Humanity Sect and the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom who are causing the demons?"
"Someone came to Beijing to provide clues."
Lin Yi thought of Luo Hongling and thought he should take her with him. He then asked: "Dean He, painting and calligraphy can manifest the blazing sun, but can poetry do the same?"
"Poetry is to cultivate talents and improve cultivation. It is not a skill! But painting and calligraphy are skills..."
He Weijun shook his head.
Lin was also a little disappointed. He had prepared dozens of poems about the sun.
He Weijun then grinned and said: "However, Bachelor Lin, your poems can provide me with talent and extend the effectiveness of my painting skills..."
"As long as I have enough poetry talent, I might be able to draw the ten-day horizontal sky diagram in the Fierce Sun Diagram Technique!"
"..."
Lin Yi fell silent.
