Lin Heng and Zhiling talked until late at night. The two of them had a great rapport, and in nine years there was no sign of any estrangement between them.
Near dawn, the conversation came to an end.
The lamp oil is about to burn out, the wick is close to the copper plate, and a little flame is like a bean, and it will be extinguished at any time.
"Ahem..."
The cold wind blew into the room along the cracks in the window, and Lin Heng started coughing again. Probably due to fatigue, his eyes were bloodshot, making him look even more weak and haggard.
Seeing this, Zhiling couldn't help but regret.
"Young master should rest, I was negligent."
"It's okay." Lin Heng waved his hand and called the maid to bring hot soup, "I'm used to doing this, so it's not a big deal."
Zhiling was still worried. He watched Lin Heng drink the hot soup that smelled like medicine, and then watched him eat two pieces of pastry. He only gave up after confirming that he couldn't eat anymore.
"If he had not gone to Beijing, the young master would not be so weak." Thinking of what happened to Lin Heng while he was a hostage, Zhiling couldn't get rid of his anger.
At that time, the Marquis of Jin had seven sons and five daughters. Lin Heng was the only legitimate son, and he was not the eldest, so he should not be sent to Beijing due to circumstances and reasons. However, the Marquis of Jin acted arbitrarily and against all opinions.
The forces headed by the Youhu family added fuel to the flames. The wife of Youzi contacted the family to help, and forced the young and frail Lin Heng to be sent out of the Jin Dynasty.
The incident spread to all countries, and clans all over the world discussed it. Most of them watch the excitement, and there are also a lot of cynicism. There are also those who are sad when the rabbit dies and the fox dies.
The Marquis of Jin insisted on going his own way, and the Zhi family had just suffered a heavy blow. The only lady who could stop the Marquis of Jin was silent, and Lin Heng failed to stay after all.
Recalling the events of that year and thinking of all the forces behind the conspiracy, Zhiling chewed his gums till blood came out and hated them all.
"Brother."
Lin Heng's voice pulled him back from his memories. Zhiling suppressed his turbulent emotions and found that the room became bright again. It turned out that the servant refilled the lamp oil and burned new incense in the incense burner.
"Brother has been traveling day and night, so he must be tired from the journey. After today's work, it's time to go and rest early."
"I don't trust you, young master." Zhiling told the truth, his expression full of worry, "Can I sleep well tonight?"
Lin Heng was startled for a moment, then shook his head and declined: "I'm used to sleeping alone, thank you for your kindness, brother."
The maidservant was waiting outside the door, ready to lead the way for Zhiling.
Seeing that Lin Heng looked tired, Zhiling stood up and left the room without forcing him. As he walked to the door, he did not forget to remind him: "Young master, it is important to take care of yourself. There is no need to be too impatient in everything."
"I know."
Lin Heng nodded and watched Zhiling leave.
The door opened and closed, and the cold wind invaded the room, briefly swaying the lights and leaving twisted shadows on the wall.
Lin Heng was sitting at the table, his back stretched out on the screen, half of his face illuminated by the firelight, and half of his face hidden in darkness. The black eyes are bottomless, and there is no expression on the face, as if it is covered with a mask, and no emotion can be seen.
The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, then sounded again after a moment.
The shadow of the maid fell on the door, and a clear voice entered the room, breaking the silence of the room: "Master, Mr. Zhi's husband has rested."
Lin Heng said nothing, blinked slightly, stood up with one hand on the table, relieved his slightly numb legs, and turned around the screen.
The sound of clothes rubbing together was inaudible, and the elongated figure reflected in the light was reflected outside.
The maids guarding both sides of the door looked at each other, lowered their gazes, and stayed loyally in place.
A servant walked through the corridor with a wooden plate in his hand, but was immediately waved away and not allowed to approach the door.
"Master, rest and don't make any noise."
Zi Su straightened her back and placed her hands on her legs. Under the long sleeves embroidered with orchids, a thin wrist was wrapped with a leather rope, and two three-inch long wooden thorns were attached to the outside of the wrist. They were hard and sharp, and they were definitely deadly weapons.
Fu Ling looked up at the room and saw that the lights were still on. Lin Heng's figure disappeared behind the screen and whispered: "Zisu, the good doctor's medicine is not as effective as before."
"Young master, you have your own sense of propriety." There were so many people with mixed eyes, Zi Su didn't want to say anything more, and signaled Fuling to be silent.
Life in Beijing not only tempered Lin Heng, but also refined those around him. There were eight maidservants who accompanied him out of Jin Dynasty, but only two of them returned. The remaining six people have long been buried in Jingxiang and their souls will die forever.
"Be careful in your words and deeds, and remember the Young Master's instructions."
Understanding Zi Su's intention, Fu Ling swallowed her unfinished words, but her worry about Lin Heng did not diminish, it always lingered in her heart and could not go away for a long time.
Indoors, a space is separated behind the screen and a mahogany bed is placed.
The bed has no curtains and is painted with cloud patterns on all sides, which is a pattern commonly used by Jin clans.
Lin Heng lay on his back on the couch, with several layers of brocade mattresses spread under him. The blanket made of red fox fur was smooth and soft. Under the head is a jade pillow, carved from warm jade and soaked with spices to aid sleep.
Wisps of fragrance drifted into his nose. Lin Heng's body was exhausted, but his consciousness was exceptionally clear. When he finally felt sleepy, his sleep was restless, and dreams came unexpectedly.
In his sleep, he returned to Shangjing again.
The majestic city in the world is majestic and majestic.
The city is bustling with traffic and the streets are packed with people.
In the prosperous season, everything sprouts. Red and green, peaches and plums compete for beauty, and it is full of spring.
On March 3rd, on the banks of the Weishui River, girls with flowers on their heads held hands, wore colorful skirts and long belts, singing and dancing around their handsome husband.
Young men hold grass in their hands. When they meet the girl they like, they will weave the grass stems into a ring, put flowers still with dewdrops on the hairpin, and put it on the girl's wrist.
The water ripples, the singing is melodious, and the dancing is lively and unrestrained.
When the clan travels by car, the handsome men and women always attract onlookers. A large number of flowers were thrown at the car, and the flowers rained down in colorful colors, attracting bursts of laughter.
On this day, families and identities become blurred, and there is no longer a natural barrier between them.
Common people will not be driven away if they approach the clan, and young men and women frequently appear in the grass and flowers. Occasionally, a few ownerless silk ribbons would float away in the wind and hang alone on branches, leading to many speculations about their owners.
A black bird car drove by, its bright red body clearly indicating the identity of the visitor.
The young master of the Yue Kingdom, dressed fiercely in red, stepped onto the chariot. His collar was embroidered with gold patterns, and jade hung from his belt. He wore a gold ring on his fair wrist, and the gems inlaid on the ring were shining brightly.
Chu Yu's reputation spread throughout Shangjing.
He appeared on the banks of the Weishui River and was immediately surrounded by girls.
The young man was as carefree as he was, but when the road was blocked, he calmly approached the car railing, rested one arm on the crossbar, and held up the straw with the other, using the tip of the straw to lift the hair of the girl nearby.
The dragonfly touches the water, and the swift flies lightly.
The wind passes without a trace, but it really stirs people's hearts.
The appearance is gorgeous and the laughter is unrestrained.
He is like a fire, burning everything around him and causing people to go crazy.
The girl is chasing him, but the car carving the black bird no longer stops. Chu Yu personally drove through the crowds and drove along the river. On the way, he met Lin Heng, who was participating in the Shangsi Festival for the first time. He seemed to have thought of a bad idea, and his smile became brighter.
Even in his dream, Lin Heng could not help but feel terrified.
He was still young, but he just went out of the city to take a breather in the name of a festival and temporarily get rid of the intrigues in the city. Unexpectedly, I would encounter greater trouble.
The crowd was crowded all around, and it was so suffocating for a while that he couldn't turn the car around at all, and could only watch the fire approaching.
Cars and drivers are criss-crossing each other, not even an inch apart.
The crowd screamed and ducked backwards.
When the two passed by, Chu Yu's long sleeves stretched out, just like red clouds brushing over his shoulders.
When Lin Heng came to his senses, the grass in Chu Yu's hand had been broken, and the spiked part was just attached behind his ear.
The wheels rolled away, carrying Chu Yu's laughter.
At this time, Lin Heng was thin and looked like a child.
Seeing this scene, the crowd around them were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
Tian Qi, who was traveling out of the city together, drove closer, his honest face becoming distorted with suppressed laughter.
"Aheng, it's a pity that you are not a girl. Otherwise, you should have chased after you and let that romantic young man marry you. Yue is a big country, and Chu Yu is the legitimate son and the only son. He is the proper king of a country."
Before Tian Qi finished speaking, he was directly hit on the shoulder by the grass.
Lin Heng lost his composure for the first time. He was furious and gritted his back molars.
The dream was too real, as if I was experiencing it myself again.
Lin Heng's body sank slightly. He opened his eyes weakly and found that he had slept until dawn, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and neck.
"Someone's coming."
Lin Heng lifted the blanket and sat up, pinching his swollen forehead. His throat was a little dry.
There was a sound from the other side of the screen, followed by a gust of fragrant wind, and Zisu and Poria walked out one after another.
"Sir."
The two of them worked together in a tacit understanding, one brought a clean robe, and the other brought toiletries and warm water.
"What time is it?" Lin Heng rinsed his mouth and drank half a cup of warm water.
"Back to you, sir, it's the end of the Chen period." Fu Ling unfolded her outer robe, turned around, opened the wooden box, and took out the matching belt.
Fortunately, it's not too late.
Lin Heng made a mental calculation and decided to go see Zhiling after dinner.
He wanted to set off for Suzhou as soon as possible, and time waited for no one. The weapons sent to Jinyang and the copper mines outside the city needed to be arranged. Tao Rong was lacking in skills, so Zhiling happened to take over.
Zhiling only slept for less than an hour and had already woken up.
When Lin Heng came to see him, he was writing a letter and giving it to the guards to send back to Jinyang. Lu Si had delivered the news before, so his eldest father and his father must have taken precautions as soon as possible so that no more news would leak out.
Lin Heng entered the room and happened to be directly opposite the guard.
Zhiling followed the sound and walked out. Before he could invite Lin Heng in, he heard the other party mention the weapons in the house.
"weapon?"
"Xian's secret was forged and hidden in a dark room."
After a short rest, Lin Heng looked better than last night. Seeing Zhiling's surprised expression, he simply summoned the soldiers and ordered them to disperse the servants and clear the corridor leading to the dark room.
"Brother, follow me."
The two of them walked through the corridor and arrived at the entrance of the secret passage.
The soldier stepped forward and opened the mechanism, and the cleared secret passage appeared in front of the two of them.
"Just below."
Lin Heng took the first step, followed closely by Zhiling down the stairs. With the help of the light of the torch, the two walked through the dark alley and came to the entrance of the secret room.
When the stone door opened, Zhiling couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the weapons stacked behind the door.
"According to Tao Rong, this is only part of it." Lin Heng said in a deep voice with his hands in his sleeves, "Since the Xian family entered the border town and forcibly occupied the copper mines outside the city, they ordered people to secretly forge ordnance and send it to Youhu in batches. In his hands."
"I know Tao has a copper mine." Zhiling stepped forward and picked up a long sword, his expression gradually becoming serious. It is an open secret that the Xian clan has a Hu clan as a vassal. Xiancheng secretly forged a large number of weapons, which shows that his plan is not small.
"Does brother know the reserves of this copper mine?" Lin Heng continued.
"How many?" Zhiling asked subconsciously.
"I have seen with my own eyes that the current copper ingots smelted and the ores mined are more than enough to arm the three armies." Lin Heng leisurely threw a thunderbolt.
Bang.
Zhiling let go of his hand in shock, and the sword fell to the ground with a dull sound.
