"Then thank you very much, uncle." Although it was a day late, Song Yu felt that this should be able to explain to Xie Nanshi.
"Then at Mao hour the day after tomorrow, you will set off from the mansion, and I will personally take you out of the city gate. As for the manpower you want, I will send them to wait outside the city gate."
Lin Ting's eyes were deep and calculating, and seemed to be full of tenderness. "Yu'er, it's dangerous to go here. Although uncle will protect you, you have to be more careful yourself. Just stay here and talk to uncle." , I will ask the kitchen to cook something you like in the evening."
Song Yu couldn't hold back when he heard this. He didn't want to deal with chatting about family affairs, let alone dinner at night? He said it as if he could eat it.
But just after he got the opponent's manpower, Song Yu didn't have the nerve to run away, and said hesitantly: "Uncle, I don't need you for dinner tonight. I am now following others to learn Taoism. What I want is to be pure and have few desires. Eat." The lighter the food, the better, so that my uncle and I won't suffer."
Unexpectedly, Lin Ting heard the words and was a little moved: "Did the young Taoist priest who lives in the same courtyard as you ask you to do this? Yu'er used to put the most emphasis on pleasure, but now he can aggrieve himself for the sake of cultivating Taoism. It's just you This meridian... Well, since the Taoist Master did this, he must have his own reasons. Your uncle also had such a time back then. He ate a light diet to eliminate the impurities in the body. "
Song Yu laughed to get rid of his excuse and changed the subject: "Now my uncle is a great practitioner and is in charge of the security department of a country. Of course, he must eat more delicious food, drink meat and wine, and keep the right path in his heart. Well."
Lin Ting clasped his hands and laughed, as if Song Yu's words brought back memories: "Speaking of it, it was your father who pointed me to find a teacher."
As soon as these words came out, Song Yu no longer felt sleepy. It sounds like Lin Ting is still a little grateful to Song Chengwei. Why do you want to rebel? Song Yu's ears twitched and he asked tentatively, "Then uncle must still be very grateful to my father, otherwise how could he agree to my mother marrying him?"
"Of course I am grateful." Lin Ting's expression was a little subtle: "It's just that I didn't know that he was Young Master Tianyong at the time. I just thought of him as a trustworthy friend. When I have learned a little bit, I can go down the mountain to reminisce. Only then did I realize that he was already planning to propose marriage to your mother..."
When Lin heard this, his face darkened: "Huh, people like your mother are rare rare women in the world. I don't know if your father was targeting her in the first place and asked me to learn Taoism. However, It’s to get rid of me.”
Song Yu's expression became subtle for a moment. This cheap dad's trick was deeper than he imagined!
But Lin Ting seemed unwilling to say any more, and instead asked about Song Yu's daily life.
If he hadn't known about Lin Ting's ambition, he would have felt dizzy that afternoon. Song Yu would have thought that Lin Ting was a serious and kind elder. But whenever he talked about the deep relationship between several people, Lin Ting would always change the topic calmly, allowing Song Yu to withdraw from the environment of deep uncle-nephew love.
In the end, Lin Ting kept him for dinner, but the food was mainly light, and Song Yu could also use chopsticks, so it wasn't difficult.
By the time Song Yu returned to his yard, it was already late at night. As expected, Xie Nanshi is still waiting.
Seeing Jie Nanshi's eyes looking at him, Song Yu laughed and said, "Aren't you worried about me taking action? We'll set off early the day after tomorrow! Even Lin Tinghui will send someone to follow, but don't worry too much, we'll do our thing."
Xie Nanshi was a little surprised, but still nodded.
Song Yu moved the stool, sat down and held his head and sighed: "Actually, if you don't count what he wants to do to the Lord of Tianyong City, he can definitely be regarded as a good uncle and a good Ping An Secretary Shangguan. It's a pity that good people can also have Ambition, and in order to realize it, you must do something shameful."
To be honest, Lin Ting was willing to wait until Song Chengwei's death before starting the mode of coercing the emperor to control the princes. This was considered to be the most benevolent thing - although at least half of the reason for this was that Song Chengwei, a cheap father, was too capable, and Lin Ting did not face it head-on. The certainty of victory over the enemy.
Political power emerges from the barrel of a gun... A great man will never bully me. Song Yu sighed and shook his head.
He couldn't waste more than a day's time. Since he couldn't leave, he would just brush up on his skills.
I just don’t know how many portraits he can draw tomorrow and whether he has enough skill and proficiency. Maybe before I leave, I can check on Cheap Dad for his pulse again?
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After all, Lin Ting is in charge of the entire operation of the Security Department and rarely appears in the mansion on weekdays. The next day, Song Yu became the king in the Duke's palace, and he could do whatever he said. In this case, it is really easy to find a few models.
At dusk, Song Yu put down his pen and looked at the painting he had just completed. This happened to be the tenth painting. It painted the little maid who was responsible for watering the flowers in the yard outside every day.
I don't know why, but with more and more paintings, he always feels that the characters in his paintings are becoming more and more alive, as if they can jump out of the picture at any time.
This is so amazing. Under the control of his skills, his paintings are already so good that they are so uncanny? Even his hands were not sore and his neck was not stiff. That was a total of nine paintings. Each painting took an hour. Song Yu had been standing for almost nine hours.
Song Yu held the pen and meditated briefly for a while, then put the painting into his backpack. After reopening the system, I found that the system actually met the upgrade conditions. This seemed to be a little simpler than the pulse diagnosis from level one to level two. After all, it seems that Song Yu has never failed in painting.
Of course, the upgrade amount is still as amazing as ever. At least the current Song Dynasty can no longer afford to rise.
This skill was so deadly after being upgraded to level 3. Song Yu suspected that he would have to do some land speculation in "Meet the Gods" in the future. Otherwise, how could he be supported to continue studying medicine?
In order to make himself useful in the battle, Song Yu could only make money without conscience.
Lin Ting's "pocket money" was also presented by the accountant in the evening. Perhaps in response to his inner speculation about some family ties, Lin Ting was extremely generous with Song Yu, and Ting Ting could ask for more if his words were not enough. Song Yu was very pleased when he saw that the number of game coins in his backpack had become a long string again. However, the money was not enough to upgrade his skills, so Song Yu had no choice but to hold back his smile and let this huge sum of money stay in his backpack for a while longer.
The time for diagnosis and treatment for Song Chengwei could only be postponed.
Song Yu was put on a carriage in the early morning of the next day, and both Qiaoyi and Yuanfang were left in Chen Guogong's mansion as "hostages". Although Song Yu usually acted casually, his behavior was too unruly, and Lin Ting was afraid that he would run away if he found an opportunity in the gap.
Lin Ting was not around. It was not until the city gate was gilded with a layer of gold by the rising sun that he discovered that his uncle was standing on the city tower with a long knife on his waist, staring coldly at the entire Tianyong capital.
"Uncle." Song Yu got off the bike, and Xie Nanshi got off the bike with him quietly. His trip was just to go to Guixu to investigate. As long as the safety of the Song Dynasty was okay and the people would not suffer any disaster, he had no intention of getting involved in the internal affairs of this city.
Hiding the front always has to be hidden.
When he saw Song Yu, the coldness in Lin Ting's eyes suddenly faded away. He went down to the city tower and personally ordered the city gate to be opened. Fang held Song Yu's hand and told him: "Yu'er, there's nothing strange there. Just take a look. You don't have to stay long."
"I see."
Most of the people sent by Lin Ting were from the Ping An Department. As members of the Capital Security Department, they are well-trained and look like sergeants. Coupled with the array of nearly a thousand people, those who knew it were studying with the prince, but those who didn't know thought they were going to have a battle with each other.
However, there are not many of these people who have practiced or have formal Taoism. This is because such people are commonplace in the eyes of Song Yu and Jie Nanshi, but they are already the top of the pyramid to ordinary people.
The purpose of these ordinary people with better skills was to ensure the safety of the Song Dynasty along the way, and to go to the rift to replace the brothers who were on duty. The ones who really want to go to the lower rift are accompanied by the dozens or hundreds of people from the Ping An Department who have practiced cultivation.
"This is Tang Ya, and he is the right-hand person in charge of the Security Department. This is Zhu Meiren. He has only joined the Capital Security Department a few years ago, right? His official position is not high, but his skills can be trusted." Lin Ting introduced Song Yu to this leadership The two leaders of the team, a man and a woman, said to the woman called Zhu Meiren, "This time is also a training for you."
Zhu Meiren's eyes were a little disdainful towards Song Yu at first, but when she heard these words, her eyes lit up and she answered respectfully: "Yes, Director."
Song Yu smiled and didn't go into details. Originally, most of the monks were from extraordinary backgrounds. He, the young master Tianyong, had no advantage in terms of status. It was a bit fantasy to win their respect.
The man named Tang Ya has broad ears and a powerful figure, and his stick is like a hill. He was wearing a sword similar to Lin Ting's standard. Being sent by Lin Ting to lead the team, he was probably Lin Ting's right-hand man. The murderous aura in his body made him look like a man who had experienced hundreds of battles.
Although Zhu Meiren's name is Beauty, she is a popular model and looks like a middle-aged person. Just a fit body and crisp actions. It feels a bit like a low-profile version of Du Anchen.
Lin Ting gave a few more brief explanations and then stopped sending him far away. As the director of the Department of Security, leaving the capital was a big violation of his rules. But as an officer and Song Yu's uncle, Lin Ting stood on the tower with a knife, watching the team leave the safe city and march towards the distance.
It wasn't until Lin Ting's figure on the city tower was already very small that Song Yu asked Jie Nanshi in a low voice, "How is it?"
Thanks to Song Yu's blessing, Xie Nanshi still took the car as their large group went to the rift. He was meditating and adjusting his breath all the time. After a long time, he answered Song Yu without knowing why: "If you want to run away, of course you can."
"That's not what I'm talking about. I'm asking, have you felt Du Anchen?" The appearance of Zhu Meiren reminded Song Yu that he still had a big thigh? It seemed like it hadn't appeared early in the morning.
Xie Nanshi paused, nodded and said: "Among the team of the Department of Safety."
Song Yu felt even more relieved.
