After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

Cui Rongrong met his inquiring gaze without any hesitation, "Master Lin is indeed smart. I came here to visit you for something."

Lin Yuanming spread his hands freely and said with a smile: "Just tell me what you want to say. Since you are visiting me so late at night, I will never refuse as long as I can do it."

Cui Rongrong glanced at him gratefully, and then briefly stated her purpose, "I would like to ask Lord Lin to help me persuade someone."

Lin Yuanming raised his eyebrows slightly. "Although I still don't know who you are trying to persuade, and I don't understand why you chose me to help you with this delicate task, but with my current status, I am afraid that I can't bear your high expectations."

Cui Rongrong's lips curled up into a faint and elegant smile. "If you think this is just a mundane matter of currying favor with the rich and powerful, then, sir, perhaps you really need to re-evaluate your influence."

"Ah, it's just self-deprecation."

Lin Yuanming took a sip of tea lightly, and the fragrance of the tea slowly spread in his mouth.

"However, from your words and actions, I clearly sense a kind of conviction, as if you are convinced that I have the ability to convince that mysterious person. May I ask, who is this great man who has caught your attention so much and is eager to invite him?"

Cui Rong said in a steady tone, "Nothing special, just an ordinary hunter, but his skills impressed me. I once witnessed him in action by chance. If his talent and strength could be directed to the battlefield, he would surely achieve extraordinary feats."

"Unfortunately, although I have the intention, I am not good at speaking, and it is difficult to convince him to change his mind. But if Lord Lin is willing to help, this matter will surely come to fruition, so that his superb skills will not be wasted in the mountains and forests."

Her words were full of anticipation.

Lin Yuanming pondered for a while, a hint of deep meaning flashed across his brows, "Everyone has their own aspirations. Being an ordinary hunter and living a peaceful life is also a kind of happiness. Why do we have to get involved in the battlefield where swords flash and swords are flying and life and death are unpredictable?"

"The battlefield is full of dangers, and every step you take could lead you to the gates of hell. In comparison, isn't it more carefree to be a free hunter?"

Cui Rongrong's eyes were deep, as if she could see into people's hearts. She stared at Lin Yuanming and said firmly, "If the world was not in turmoil, why would I force others? The border has been raging for years. Even with a hero like General Cui, it is impossible to completely quell the war."

"It is because of General Cui and his warriors that the people on the border can have a moment of peace. Now the front line is in urgent need of more pillars of strength. Lord Lin, your help will be crucial."

Her words were so sincere that Lin Yuanming, who wanted to refuse, was speechless for a moment, and the words of rejection that were on his lips were swallowed back into his stomach.

"You're right. My mind is too narrow. I've lived in Kyoto for too long and have lived a comfortable life for too long. I have indeed forgotten the hardships of the people living in the border areas." Lin Yuanming sighed, feeling mixed emotions.

"I'll take this favor, but I can't guarantee the outcome. You have to be prepared."

He said frankly.

Cui Rongrong smiled gently, "I believe in Lord Lin's ability."

Lin Yuanming stared at her, as if looking for an answer. "Although this is our first meeting, I feel an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if we have known each other for many years."

Cui Rong just smiled and didn't give a direct answer. "Perhaps, this is what is called fate. As for the matter of the hunter, it's up to Lord Lao Lin."

Just as she turned to leave, Lin Yuanming hurriedly called her.

"You know everything about General Cui and the border wars. What is your identity?"

His voice was low and full of doubt.

"Master Lin, everything will be revealed soon."

As soon as she finished speaking, Cui Rong's figure disappeared outside the door.

Lin Yuanming stood at the door of the study, looking at the direction she left, and whispered, "She came and went in a hurry, like the wind passing by my ears, leaving no trace..."

……

On the second day, at dawn, Cui Rong, holding a few pieces of fine animal skins, walked into the most famous tailor shop in the city.

There, she customized two scarves, one for herself and the other for her sister Cui Yunhe.

On the side, Caiyun covered her mouth and chuckled, "Look at the relationship between the eldest and seventh girls. They have been separated in the capital for six years, but when they meet again, they are still as close as before."

Cui Rongrong smiled and responded, "Yunhe is my sister, no need to say more. Let's look at other leather materials. A scarf is not enough to protect against the coming harsh winter."

Just at this moment, Lin Yuanming arrived as promised.

The two walked towards Zhang Wen's stall and caught sight of Lin Yuanming in the bustling crowd.

Cui Rong's eyes flickered. As she got closer, she vaguely heard the conversation between Lin Yuanming and Zhang Wen.

"Brother, your skill in skinning and deboning is second to none. Could you teach me a thing or two?"

Lin Yuanming's tone was full of curiosity about this seemingly rough skill.

Zhang Wen's technique was neat and tidy. He glanced at Lin Yuanming with a look of surprise and teasing in his eyes. "Young Master, you have a strong scholarly air and look like a weak scholar. How could you be interested in these things?"

"Haha, young master, your hands are probably only suitable for holding a pen and dipping it in ink. If you talk about wielding a sword or a gun, I'm afraid you'll only hurt yourself."

Zhang Wen's words contained both sarcasm and sincere reminders.

Lin Yuanming smiled proudly and said, "Brother, please do not underestimate me. Once I master your skills, I will be able to fight on the battlefield with my sword. Even if I eventually fall under the enemy's cold blade, this ambition and passion will be enough to make future generations remember my heroic name!"

Zhang Wen's action of trimming the scissors suddenly froze. He slowly raised his eyelids and locked his gaze on Lin Yuanming. His deep eyes flashed with complex and inexplicable emotions, as if he had seen through the depths of the other's soul in an instant.

"It's really unexpected that you, who looks so elegant and weak, actually have such a firm desire to serve the country in your heart. This makes me look at you differently."

After a moment's silence, Zhang Wen spoke softly, his words mixed with a hint of emotion.

Lin Yuanming lowered his head slightly, his eyelids half closed, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He knew very well that as a scholar with a weak physique, he might only be a burden to his companions on the battlefield.

Therefore, when the clever and astute Cui Rong asked him to come and persuade Zhang Wen, every word he said was both an external encouragement and an internal self-admonition.

Cui Rong's casual response quietly awakened the long-forgotten beliefs in his heart.

Even if you don't have the chance to fight on the front lines yourself, selecting pillars of talent for the country is also a deep patriotic sentiment.

Lin Yuanming suppressed his excitement and raised his head again, smiling as warmly as before: "Thank you for your praise, brother. At present, foreign invasions are frequent and wars are raging on the border. I am worried about the country and naturally admire the warriors. Brother, you don't need to take my heartfelt words too seriously. I am just sincere and sentimental. If I accidentally disturbed your thoughts, it is really my fault."