Lie Junhou [Rebirth]

With the evening wind blowing, the fragrance of acacia in the backyard of Baoyuelou still lingers on the tip of Lin Yi's nose.

Seeing Lin Yi's expression, Xiao Huan knew that he was really drunk.

Lin Yi walked around to Xiao Huan, took his arm and walked slowly backwards, uttering words a little bit awkwardly, and said melancholy: "I actually don't like Jinling."

"Don't want to go to Jinling to be an official?" Xiao Huan asked.

Lin Yi was not very happy, and lowered his head like a child complaining: "Your Majesty treats me well, but, Jinzhi, many people don't like me."

Xiao Huan paused, then said softly: "How can I not like you."

In his impression, Lin Yi had been fighting in northern Xinjiang in his last life, and there were no big storms in the early stage. Later, something happened to Linsbo's family, and there were some rumors in northern Xinjiang. Only then did Marquis Lie Jun's reputation take a turn for the worse, and there were many voices of criticism in the court.

Lin Yi was so drunk that he couldn't stand still, dragged Xiao Huan to a stagger, pushed Xiao Huan to the wall, and leaned against him dangling to hold him down.

He looked up at Xiao Huan, with grievances in his words: "They said I was an 'unrighteous prince', that I slaughtered the city...hundreds of folds..."

Xiao Huan raised his arms to hug Lin Yi, and comforted him along his back: "It's my fault, I'm late."

Stuffed in his arms, Lin Yi raised his head again, his eyes flushed, looking at Xiao Huan's peach blossom eyes that were close at hand, as if drowning in the tenderness in his eyes, he raised his arms around Xiao Huan's neck in a daze.

"Zi Yao...you're drunk." Xiao Huan was pressed against the wall by him, hugging Lin Yi.

Lin Yi burst into tears suddenly, and Xiao Huan felt as if a knife had been cut in his heart. He had never seen Lin Yi cry, and Lin Yi had never cried when he learned that he could no longer see or hear.

Lin Yi looked at him, crying slightly: "Jinzhi, they don't like me..."

Xiao Huan's hand holding him tightened suddenly, he raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, they don't like you, I like you, okay?"

Lin Yi reflected the figures of Haoyue and Xiao Huan in his eyes, he was very drunk, and nodded in confusion.

Ziyao, these years, I miss you very much.

If you had met earlier, you wouldn't have been so wronged.

Looking at Lin Yi's thick black and clean eyes, Xiao Huan sighed softly, he bowed his head and kissed Lin Yi.

Soft lips touched, Xiao Huan gently moved in, and kissed Lin Yi very tenderly and preciously. Lin Yi reacted a little slowly, and was startled for a moment, feeling instinctively happy with this intimate contact.

He closed his eyes, unconsciously tightened the arms around Xiao Huan's shoulders, subconsciously responded to Xiao Huan, and whispered between his lips.

The moonlight spring breeze, the dim white walls and black tile corridors, the Jiangnan night mist.

Xiao Huan kissed him for a moment, not daring to indulge too deeply, but his breathing was still disordered. He raised his head and looked at Lin Yi. Lin Yi's eyes were hazy and a little dazed. He leaned over and rubbed against Xiao Huan's neck. Moved.

Xiao Huan smiled helplessly, picked Lin Yi up and carried him back to the room.

Good wine doesn't cause trouble, and Lin Yi doesn't feel the hangover when he wakes up.

Xiao Huan had already practiced martial arts in the morning, so he came in and poured Lin Yi a cup of tea. Lin Yi asked, "I drank too much yesterday, didn't I forget to deal with Wulanjia's men?"

Xiao Huan smiled: "I didn't forget, I beat them all the moment before I passed out."

Lin Yi shook his head, sat on the couch and recalled: "Drunkenness is a mistake... My wine taste is actually not bad, so I didn't do anything bad yesterday?"

"Little Hou Ye is very good at drinking madness." Xiao Huan bent down to look at him, and raised his index finger to lightly brush his lips, "It's just too attractive."

When Lin Yi was touched by this, he felt that his ears were about to burn: "Xiao Huan...you..."

Xiao Huan stood up and smiled for a while, the mole at the end of his eye was full of spirit: "I'm just kidding. Go to the northern suburbs today to see? No one has come from Lizhou yet, and the refugees are there."

Lin Yi felt that if this person became romantic, he really couldn't stop him, so he nodded and said, "Have the refugees been here for half a month?"

"Almost, the grain stored in Qingning Mansion's warehouse is almost exhausted." Xiao Huan said.

Meng De'an took them to the northern suburbs, and saw simple sheds all over the field from a distance, men, women and children in ragged clothes, with empty and defensive eyes.

Almost all the manpower in Qingning Mansion was transferred to deal with the affairs of the refugees, and they were overwhelmed every day.

It's no wonder that Mr. Meng is so secretive that he set up a dojo to beg nobles. There are so many mouths waiting to eat out of thin air, and the food didn't fall from the sky.

"In the past few days, the warehouse is almost bottoming out, and the stored grain has not yet arrived. Seeing that the porridge in the bowl is getting thinner and thinner every day, there will be more troubles." Meng De'an did not dare to whitewash the peace, but told the truth.

This group of refugees originally belonged to Yinping County. It stands to reason that the government of Yinping County did not deal with it properly, which led to this situation.

Lin Yi and Xiao Huan went to the shantytowns to take a general look. There are less than 1 people stranded in Qingning Mansion. Xiao Huan told Meng De'an alone that he would ask his subordinates to urge the nearby counties to transfer food.

Lin Yi asked suspiciously: "A few days ago, the gang of rebels in Yinping County caused chaos because of the famine?"

Meng De'an shook his head: "There has been a commotion already, and the government over there has been suppressing the news, otherwise the Dingyuan Army or the Jiangzhou Ghost Army battalion sent troops, how could it have dragged on for so long."

When it was time to put out the rice, the victims all gathered in an open space, serving bowls of porridge, and someone complained, "Why is it so thin? Is the soup watery?"

"People in the city don't know how good food is, let's eat these."

The voice of dissatisfaction gradually spread. The food was simple and bland for several days.

Lin Yi didn't say anything, and looked at Xiao Huan not far or near.

This is only a temporary transition. The government of Qingning government has done a very good job, and the local people have donated a lot of rice, grain and clothing. We can't force the people in the city to eat bran and porridge to save food for the victims.

Yetang brought Wulanjia and followed him. The little prince of the Yue family was very kind. He also spent money to buy a lot of commercial food to donate these days. He asked Lin Yi: "Why, they don't have enough food. ?”

Lin Yi shook his head, stopped Meng De'an who was going to appease everyone, and said, "Someone wants to make trouble."

He listened to the increasing complaints from the crowd, and his expression was cold: "A few are very provocative, Meng De'an, haven't you checked?"

Meng De'an shook, and went forward to explain: "I have checked the household registration, and there is no problem. I can't handle other things because of insufficient manpower."

The complaints among the victims became more and more intense, and some people began to push and hustle. I don't know who saw Wulanjia first, pointed at him and cursed loudly: "Look at that barbarian noble! I don't know how he was confessed by the dog officer, but he dared to come here!" Watch the fun!"

"The barbarians have food to eat, we have to drink this watery soup here!"

Ulanja's eyes widened: "What are they talking about? They're talking about me"

Nearly [-] disaster victims began to yell violently, and women and children were crying. Fortunately, Lin Yi just asked Meng De'an's people to put the women and children aside to line up. Ulanja rushed over.

Thousands of people are like a tide, suppressed for many days, and once they are incited to explode, it will be extremely terrifying. Many people's minds are completely blank, but they are driven crazy by the collective rage.

Wulanjia became the target of public criticism, and the victims rushed over while scolding, Lin Yi carried him to Yetang's side: "Cover your ears and don't listen! Yetang protect him."

Lin Yi and Xiao Huan stepped forward, Lin Yi drew out his lightsaber, and said coldly: "The one who goes one step further is not a refugee, but a traitor, shoot and kill!"

The refugees were intimidated by his formation, and they stopped and looked at each other several meters away, and there was silence for a while.

Meng De'an was also stunned, and whispered, "Young Master, this..."

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted again: "Don't listen to him! The dog officer doesn't treat us as human beings, kill that barbarian and the dog officer!"

Seeing that some people were about to continue to rush over, Lin Yi handed them over to Xiao Huan to deal with, and jumped into the crowd with his lightsaber in hand.

Xiao Huan picked up a dead tree branch casually, and exerted energy in his palm, the dead branch was broken into several pieces, he used it as a concealed weapon to hit out all of them, with neither light nor heavy force, just knocked down the rushing person, but did not hurt anyone.

Lin Yi's expression was extremely cold, and his whole body was murderous. As soon as he entered the crowd, he raised his sword and stabbed one person's shoulder. He drew his sword and grabbed him and said to the surrounding people: "I will do what I say, who else will not die?"

The blade of the sword was still dripping with blood, and the man was strangled by him, his shoulders were dripping with blood, and he kept struggling. Lin Yi looked like a red-clothed and jade-faced evil spirit, with his eyes like a knife.

The riot stopped, and the refugees who had just rushed up inexplicably woke up instantly and retreated one after another.

Meng De'an looked anxiously: "How can the young master really do something? They are all common people, and something will happen!"

Xiao Huan watched from the side without saying a word, his eyes fixed on the unusual Lin Yi, his fingers clenched involuntarily.

However, several people rushed out suddenly, with knives and axes in their hands, and went straight to Wulanjia.

Lin Yi leaped up, and slashed out several swords. In an instant, one of them was pierced through his thigh by his long sword, bleeding profusely, and fell to the ground.

Seeing that Lin Yi's sword was about to cut a person's throat, this move would definitely kill him.

"Zi Yao, stop!"

Xiao Huan was like lightning, and he had reached Lin Yi's side, holding Lin Yi's left hand holding the sword, with soft force, he quickly stopped the offensive of the lightsaber, leaving a life under the sword.

Xiao Huan stopped Lin Yi, grabbed the man's arm with the other hand, twisted the man to the ground with a slight movement, and was held down by the soldiers.

Ye Tang took down the rest of the rioters, and the soldiers brought the refugees back to their original places.

Meng De'an quickly comforted him: "The food will be transferred tomorrow, and people from Lizhou will come to settle you back to your hometown soon. If you want to blame it, it's because the government failed to deal with the famine well. This has nothing to do with Prince Yuezhi. People are still donating food and money, everyone can feel at ease, we will get over the difficulties soon!"

The refugees were a little shocked, and couldn't help but feel ashamed of Ulanja: "So he is a prince, and his heart is so kind..."

Someone muttered timidly: "Who is that red-clothed man? Why do officials still kill ordinary people!"

Lin Yi's face darkened, he broke away from Xiao Huan's hand, grabbed the person who was knocked down by him on the ground, and walked to the refugees: "The people I saw blood with my shot just now are not ordinary people. The rebels are among you and instigated the assassination of Yueshi Prince, if you succeed, you will really die."

"How do you know? Wouldn't it be a disregard for human life in case of manslaughter?" someone questioned.

Lin Yi couldn't explain it. It couldn't be said that it was because of his eyesight that he had practiced in Beijiang for six years, right?

He wiped off the blood on the sword, and said coldly: "In Xia Lie Junhou Lin Yi, if there is any accidental injury, life for life, just come and take it."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Lin Yi has always been reasonable, but his reaction just now was completely wrong. Xiao Huan chased up and grabbed Lin Yi, but Lin Yi broke away again, with cold eyes: "Why, you also think I want to kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

These words were full of disappointment, pain and anger, Xiao Huan frowned and pulled Lin Yi's shoulder and said, "I never thought about it that way for a moment, Zi Yao, you are afraid that others will not believe you."

These words shattered Lin Yi's protective shell. Lin Yi took a few breaths, relaxed the tense body, and let go of his guard: "I'm sorry... a little out of control."

In the last life, thousands of soldiers under his command were killed by enemy agents disguised as civilians. His lieutenant general was furious and led his troops to seek revenge, but half of the people in the city were killed by mistake.

Lin Yi resisted the crime with all his strength, and one of the rumors that Marquis Lie Jun slaughtered the city twice was due to this.

In the same situation, Lin Yi will definitely kill. He hates the lowly trick of using civilians as an introduction, and he is most afraid of being stigmatized. He never wants to see that kind of specious gaze and pointing in this life.

Xiao Huan waited patiently for him to calm down, held Lin Yi's hand, and looked into his eyes: "I stopped you just now because they have their own laws to judge and kill, and your hands don't need to be stained with blood."

Lin Yi raised his eyes to look at Xiao Huan, lowered his eyes and nodded, with no trace of murderous intent left, and looked extremely well-behaved, he squeezed Xiao Huan's fingers: "Understood."

Xiao Huan softened his heart: "Zi Yao, even if others don't believe you, I will always believe you."

Lin Yi turned his head and sniffed, suppressed the tears in his eyes, and smiled brightly: "I believe this, you must do what you say."