The Jinhou Palace is majestic and the palace architecture is majestic.
Passing through the palace road paved with bluestones, you will find the main hall after Danbi. The house is painted with vermilion, with cornices and brackets, beaded windows and mesh doors, and the Guidian orchid palace.
The main hall stands high on the stone foundation, with long and narrow corridors extending on both sides of the hall door. There are lacquered pillars under the corridor, which are more than ten feet high and require two people to hug them to surround them.
There are two towers built at the end of the corridor, with a terrace on the roof. They are designed to imitate the arrow towers and can fire arrows from all sides.
Lin Heng and the others walked to His Majesty Dan. The waiter who led the way bowed and saluted, then turned around and climbed up the steps, walking silently, and disappeared behind the palace door.
Poria and Zisu were two steps behind, putting some distance between themselves and the three young masters. His gaze never leaves the front, and the copper awl is held in the palm of his hand, ready to take someone's life at any time.
The wind blew through the corridor, carrying fine dust swirling and dancing, whimpering in waves.
There was silence in the hall for a long time, only the light smoke drifted out of the window panes, rose in the air, and disappeared one after another.
The waiting time was extremely long.
Lin Heng stood in front of the steps with his eyes lowered, his sleeves hanging down, and his jade ornaments clinging to his side. His posture was straight and motionless.
Lin Chang and Lin Yuan were whipped and became weak after standing for a long time. Sweat flowed down his neck into his collar, and the wound hurt and itched. He gradually became unsteady and his body began to sway from side to side.
Just when their vision was blurred and their legs were shaking, the waiter who informed them finally walked out of the palace door.
"Your Majesty declares that the eldest son is the eldest son, the original son."
After hearing the decree, Lin Chang and Lin Yuan cheered up. Regardless of the whip wounds on their backs, they took three steps at a time and stepped up the steps, passing Lin Heng one after another.
A whip is extremely effective.
Arrogant as Lin Chang, he also learned to assess the situation, keep silent until he saw the Marquis of Jin, and did not dare to speak rudely to Lin Heng again.
The two brothers looked at each other and made up their minds. When they saw Jin Hou, they fell to the ground and cried bitterly. They showed the whip wounds on their backs and sued Lin Heng severely.
After suffering a big loss, the two of them suddenly understood and finally understood Youhuda's intentions.
With Lin Heng's identity and means, the two had no chance of winning in provocation. Only the Marquis of Jin could suppress him. If you misjudge the situation today, you should have this difficulty.
Lin Chang and Lin Yuan hurriedly crossed the steps, passed through the pillars under the corridor, and were about to enter the palace door. Suddenly, a voice came from behind them. There was no ups and downs, and it showed nonchalance, but they both froze at the same time.
"Wait a minute."
Involuntarily, Chief Lin and Lin Yuan stopped in place, trembling subconsciously.
Their eyes met, and the two of them saw their own fear in each other's eyes. At the same time, their faces turned red, and shame boiled in their chests.
The whipping in front of the palace gate turned into a shadow and was firmly engraved in their minds. So much so that hearing Lin Heng's voice would make them fearful and uncontrollably tremble all over. It was simply a shame and a great humiliation!
The two of them remained motionless. The waiter in the corridor followed the sound and saw that Lin Heng finally made a move.
The young man in black put back his sleeves and held his head high, and walked up to Danbi. Ignoring the changes in their expressions, the two brothers passed by the astonished waiters and approached the palace gate without being summoned.
"Young masters are not allowed to enter the palace until your Majesty summons you."
The waiter quickly stopped him, not daring to touch Lin Heng due to his status, with a look of panic on his face.
Lin Chang and Lin Yuan suddenly woke up, stretched out their arms to block Lin Heng, and said loudly: "My father has not called me, you are resisting the decree!"
Lin Heng stopped in the corridor, slowly put up his hands in his sleeves, and said in a deep voice: "Perilla, Poria."
Following his voice, the two maids bypassed the waiters on the left and right, guarding Lin Heng's side, and easily pushed away Lin Chang and Lin Yuan.
"Bold slave!"
They were nothing more than private soldiers, but they were pushed to the point of being staggered by the maid. Lin Chang and Lin Yuan were so embarrassed and angry that they wanted to draw their swords to kill. When their hands fell from their waists, the two of them remembered that their swords had been taken away, and their faces turned red and they looked angry.
The sound in front of the palace was heard in the palace. Knowing the reason, the Marquis of Jin stood up and strode over.
The monarch's black robe is flowing with ink, and the collar of the coat is embroidered with gold patterns. A jade belt is wrapped around the waist, and the jade color is warm and moist, which is extraordinary. The jade ornament hanging under the belt is a green dragon wrapped with tassels. The head and tail are joined together to form a ring, which is dazzling when illuminated.
Due to recurring headaches, he took medicine to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. The Marquis of Jin looked haggard, his eyes were blue and black, and his lips had lost their color.
The crown is pressed on the head, the hatband is tied under the chin, and the sunken cheeks are cast into shadows, making the eyes even more sinister and sinister.
A tall figure appeared in front of the palace. The sunlight was halfway through the palace door, and the shadow behind him lengthened, deforming and twisting for an instant.
Across a threshold, Jin Hou looked at Lin Heng, suddenly raised his right hand and swept his cheek with a palm.
"Intruding into the palace without a call is so presumptuous!"
This palm was merciless and even caused a stir.
Lin Heng didn't hide and accepted the slap forcefully. His cheeks turned dark red and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Blood streaks ran down his chin and stained his collar.
Although the Marquis of Jin was infected with the disease, his strength was indeed considerable.
Lin Heng was so thin that he should have fallen to the ground, but he gritted his teeth and straightened his back, only turning his head sideways, without even bending his knees. The hairpin slipped when the wind blew, and broke into two pieces with a crisp sound when it fell to the ground.
Seeing him being slapped by the Marquis of Jin, Lin Chang and Lin Yuan should have been happy. They should have taken the opportunity to denounce Lin Heng's evil deeds and add insult to injury to express their grievances.
However, they both lost their voices together.
His eyes swept over the young man's straight back, and accidentally met the gloomy eyes of the Marquis of Jin. The two of them were both afraid of each other, and fell silent on the spot.
Lin Heng turned his head slowly, with a calm expression, as if he felt no pain.
He did not touch his cheek or even wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Instead, he folded his hands and raised them up to greet the Marquis of Jin in the ceremony of entering the room.
The silk slips over the shoulders, and the sleeves trail to the ground.
His eyes were lowered to cover his emotions, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his movements were smooth, and his voice was not wavering at all.
"Heng returned to the country under the orders of the emperor and met his father."
Although Lin Heng bent down, he showed no sign of submission.
The Marquis of Jin remained silent and intended to punish him, but he actually straightened up and looked at the angry Marquis of Jin, with ridicule flashing in his eyes.
The Marquis of Jin put his hands behind his back, his left hand firmly clasping his right hand to suppress his trembling fingers.
He tried to suppress his anger, but with little success.
"Without a king or father, he is arrogant and rude, and a disobedient son should be killed."
At this moment, he made no secret of his murderous intention.
Lin Heng smiled slightly, took off the brocade bag from his waist, and poured out a bronze medal with the words "Qiyu Doctor" engraved on it, symbolizing his official position and title.
"The emperor bestows nobility."
In spite of the anger of the Marquis of Jin, Lin Heng said frankly: "Heng serves as the emperor's personal guard as a son of the Jin Dynasty, and is responsible for the official title of the capital. It's fine if something unexpected happens on the way back to the country. If he is killed in the palace, and his father personally orders it, it may be difficult to deal with it. .”
His title was not high, but he was rewarded by the emperor. He was killed on the day he entered the palace, and what would the emperor think if word spread? What would happen if the princes of Jin were summoned to attack because of their rebellion?
These words were unceremonious and left no room for relaxation. They were clearly at odds with the Marquis of Jin.
No one could have imagined that father and son would almost break up as soon as they met. Lin Heng left no escape route for himself and acted like a madman.
"Presumptuous!" The Marquis of Jin was furious and wished he could cut the traitor into pieces with a thousand knives.
"So what if you are presumptuous?" Lin Heng held the bronze medal in his hand and looked at the Marquis of Jin calmly. "Nine years ago, my father, against all odds, ordered me to leave the country. He must have wanted me to die in Beijing. Unfortunately, the plan failed, and I returned safely. , which proves that God’s will is on me.”
Seeing that Jin Hou was about to wave his palm again, Lin Heng did not follow his intention and quickly took half a step back to avoid the oncoming palm wind.
"Father, I received the slap before." Lin Heng tapped his red cheek, wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingers, and the fingertips were stained bright red, "But it's only this time."
On the way back home, Lin Heng once thought of temporarily showing weakness and pretending that he was with the Jin Hou Xu and the snake.
After several assassinations, he captured the border town, contacted the Zhi clan, and saw with his own eyes what was going on in Suzhou City. He saw the vacillation of the old clan and the intransigence of the new clan, and he suddenly changed his mind.
He whipped Lin Chang and Lin Yuan in public, and his intention was not without temptation. The new clan headed by Youhu acted cautiously and neither robbed nor pursued anyone. No wonder even with the support of the Marquis of Jin, they could not suppress Xunjiu.
"Since I stepped out of the Jin Kingdom, the relationship between father and son has been severed. I am returning to the country now on the orders of the Emperor. My father does not want to leave others to blame, so it is best to think twice before doing anything."
"Do you really think I can't do anything to you?"
Suddenly, the anger on Jin Hou's face faded, and he looked at Lin Heng with a strange look, as if he wanted to cut him open from the inside out and dig out his heart.
"Don't dare."
Seeing that the Marquis of Jin no longer pretended, Lin Heng also looked solemn.
"Now that I have returned, I have things I must do and responsibilities I must bear. Father, I will eventually be a son of the Jin Dynasty. I inherit the blood of my great ancestor and will not harm the country."
Jin Hou looked away, and the trembling in his right hand gradually stopped.
"The sacrifice will be held in five days. You can stay in the palace temporarily. After the sacrifice, you will leave the palace and find a residence."
"promise."
Lin Heng folded his hands and saluted again, then turned and left.
The waiter was ordered to lead the way and take him to the Linhua Hall, which is located on the east side of the main hall and adjacent to the Yutang Hall where the wife lived before her death. It was his residence before leaving the country.
Lin Chang and Lin Yuan watched him leave, then turned to look at Jin Hou, muttering and not daring to say anything.
When Lin Heng confronted the Marquis of Jin, the two brothers did not dare to sweat or even move.
Their mother had been favored for many years, and she was also favored, but she never dared to disobey the Marquis of Jin, let alone argue tit for tat.
Lin Heng was an eye-opener for them.
In contrast to Lin Heng's outstanding appearance in front of the Marquis of Jin, and when they thought of being whipped in front of the palace gate, the two of them suddenly no longer felt angry, and even felt strangely happy that they were still alive and had not had their heads chopped off like Xian Huan.
"Useless idiot."
The Marquis of Jin looked at his two sons, easily guessed their thoughts, and waved his sleeves to order them to leave.
The palace door closed in front of the two of them, and the sound of the door shaft turning echoed in their ears.
Chang Lin was worried and decided to visit the Youhu family to ask for advice on what to do next. He didn't want to lose his current status, so he was extremely anxious and felt the whiplash on his back hurt even more.
Lin Yuan walked a certain distance, suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at the closed palace door, with an incomprehensible expression and deep thoughts in his heart.
"Brother?" The person next to him suddenly stopped, and Chief Lin couldn't help but be surprised.
"Brother, you and I are stained with blood on our backs, but my father turns a blind eye and doesn't even ask." Lin Yuan said quietly.
"Lin Heng said disrespectful words and my father was furious. You and I should be considerate." Lin Chang said with a frown.
"Maybe." Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze and did not raise any further questions. But there are always thoughts lingering in my heart, and I can't get rid of them for a long time.
Does your father really like them?
Or is it all a pretense and hypocrisy in order to win over the new clan?
Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will quickly take root and sprout, firmly ingraining themselves in your heart and never being completely eradicated.
