Lie Junhou [Rebirth]

The night rain in Jinling stained my clothes, and I returned home in a hurry.

The two did not return to the palace, but returned to Xiao Huan's quiet house in Jinling City.The house is warmly lit with yellow lights, the rain is dripping from the eaves of the small building, and the branches of the plum trees in the courtyard are strong and black.

Lin Yi went back to his room to take a bath, changed out of his bloody clothes, and stepped down the wooden stairs in a large black single robe. Seeing that Xiao Huan had already cleaned up, he was ordering the ghost army's personal guards in the hall.

Lin Yi stood under the eaves with his hands in his hands and waited for a while, the night rain gradually subsided, Xiao Huan finished his work, Lin Yi walked in leisurely on clogs, leaned against the book case and picked up the long sword on the case.

"This is your saber?" Lin Yi drew out the sword.

The hilts of the scabbards and scabbards are all cast in black with dark patterns. If you look closely, they look like landscape paintings, which are heavy in weight.

Sitting behind the case, Xiao Huan looked at Lin Yi with his chin propped on one hand, with gentle eyes: "Yes, this sword is called 'Zui Yi'."

Lin Yi was very interested, and he held it in his hand and made repeated gestures: "I have never seen you use a sword before, and this sword matches you very well."

He drew out his own lightsaber, threw his drunkenness to Xiao Huan, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Come and try?"

Lin Yi leaned over the book case, his body was like a light cloud, his broad brocade robe was wrinkled like spring water, and Ye Guangjian went straight to Xiao Huan without any politeness.

"Thanks for your advice."

Xiao Huan raised his hand to hold Zui Yi's sword hilt, and dodged without haste. The moment the swords collided, Lin Yi clearly smelled the faint scent of water lilies on his body.

Lin Yi turned around with his wrists twisted, and the sword came out from behind. Xiao Huan fought him with more than a dozen strokes, and the candle on the case did not flicker at all.

The two fought from the hall to the eaves, and when the long sword swept out, it caught a few strands of drizzle, and the dim light reflected the figures of the two and the light of the sword picturesquely, and the sound of the pattering rain intersected with the Qingyue sound of the blade mix it up.

Lin Yi's swordsmanship is truly passed down by Lin Sihong, and Ye Guangjian's moves carry the breath of the scorching sun, just like a hibiscus in full bloom.

Xiao Huan's movements are sharp and calm, all changes are contained in the unchanging, drunk and easy to be cold like water, and the infinite inner strength is stored in the gentleness.

Lin Yi turned around in the air, caught Xiao Huan's powerful but gentle sword move, and then when he landed, his body slightly tilted, leaning softly on Xiao Huan's chest, with one arm around his neck, and the other hand wrapped around his neck. Jianhua retreated, and said shamelessly: "I can't move anymore, you won't let me go at all."

Xiao Huan just smiled, and wrapped his arms around his waist: "We haven't seen each other for a few days, but I just hit him without saying a word."

Lin Yi smiled and said: "Isn't this curious? It turns out that your swordsmanship is in the same line as your internal strength, and contains heaven and earth. It seems that I have not been able to catch up with you in recent years."

Lin Yi stood up and pulled him back to the room, the sound of clogs under his feet was crisp.

"Why did you come back early tonight?" Lin Yi asked.

"I'm not at ease, but fortunately I can catch up with you and bring you back."

After Lin Yi entered the room, he wiped Xiao Huan's Zui Yizi carefully, and murmured: "If you get blood on it, you have to wipe it off thoroughly. In the past, in northern Xinjiang, this habit took me a lot of time."

Xiao Huan spread out the paper, studied the color evenly, slightly leaned over and picked up the pen to draw, said: "I have heard that when you leave the battlefield, if you have the conditions, no matter how tired you are, you have to change out of the blood-stained robe."

Lin Yi looked at Zui Yi from the beginning to the end in front of the candlelight, and finally sheathed his sword with satisfaction, shaking his brocade robe and saying, "I can't help it, I really hate blood."

He lazily leaned beside the book case, sniffing the rich fragrance of the big red robe in the cup: "King Jingyang actually set his sights on the Zhaowu army. This was not the case in his last life. Is he crazy?"

Xiao Huan didn't stop writing, and said calmly: "The things in Song's house should have been brought in during this period of time. It may not have been prepared for a long time. It must be something that forced him to do so."

Lin Yi took a sip of tea, and said coldly: "Beidaying screened out a few people, and one of them was related to Xiao Fang."

"Planning to let him reveal himself?" Xiao Huan asked.

"I really want to see what he's going to do." Lin Yi smiled, "Brother Lingxue was in the military camp recently, and the thousand-stone crossbow has fallen out of mold, but the consumables are huge, so maybe make twenty or thirty and try it first."

The corners of Xiao Huan's lips twitched: "Next time I will go to Peking University with you and I will see you again.

"No need, just transport a few units to your Jiangzhou camp, and the Luanjiang ship is matched with the Qianshi crossbow. It's not bad to think about it." Lin Yi said.

"Does Fei Lingxue know about Jiang Hui?" Xiao Huan asked casually.

Lin Yi nodded: "He knows that Qu Loulan was not hurt by Jiang Hui. He heard that Jiang Hui never asked about him after he returned to Northern Xinjiang."

Xiao Huan finished writing, and Lin Yi glanced at the book case, his eyes lit up, and he jumped up and looked over: "You secretly painted me!"

Xiao Huan spread the drawing paper aside to dry, picked up the teacup, took a sip from the place where Lin Yi drank, and said, "The painting is fair and aboveboard, do you like it?"

Lin Yi jumped for joy, and said with a smile, "This pair is for me."

In the painting, Lin Yi is dressed in a red robe, with a swift light sword in his hand, his clothes fluttering slightly, and a three-point smile on his slightly sideways face. Lin Yi looked carefully for a long time: "It turns out that I am in your eyes That's it...how come the painting is so smooth and flowing."

Xiao Huan looked at Lin Yi and said with a smile: "This painting is not done carefully, I will send you another one sometime."

"Can you draw us together." Lin Yi asked with a smirk.

"It's me who signed the signature, and you are in the painting, isn't that great?" Xiao Huan took him by the wrist and walked out of the hall and upstairs.

Lin Yi glanced back, and there were several volumes of paintings stored next to the desk, which should not have been made by the late painter Lu Mian, could it be Xiao Huan's previous paintings?I forgot to open it these days.

Lin Yi slept in the room next to Xiao Huan. The rain leaked at three o'clock, and the small courtyard was quiet. The scene of killing people at night did not bring him nightmares.

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Yi packed up early and went to find Feng Yiming and Gu Xiaohang before returning to the palace. Xiao Huan did not object this time.

Inside the Gu family's house, Feng Yiming was so bored that he threw darts, Lin Yi asked strangely, "Is Gu Xiaohang not here?"

Feng Yiming's expression was complicated, and he stuffed Lin Yi with a feather dart: "Lin Yi, I'll tell you something, don't believe it."

Lin Yi was inexplicable: "What's the matter?"

Feng Yiming's expression was a little desperate, but also a little gloating: "Gu Xiaohang may be going to be a son-in-law."

Lin Yi thought for a while, after all, Gu Xiaohang had an unusual background, and being a son-in-law is not uncommon, so he didn't think it was a big deal, so he asked, "Which princess is that?"

Feng Yiming patted him on the shoulder: "That's what I asked the other day, but Lin Yi, there is only one Princess Queyang who is suitable for marriage..."

Lin Yi: "?"

Feng Yiming smiled with mixed feelings: "The last time I met Que Yang in the suburbs of the city, I don't know what Gu Xiaohang did wrong. Que Yang is quite interested in him."

Lin Yi was puzzled: "Didn't Que Yang shout to kill him last time? Why did he fall in love with him again? This is to make him a son-in-law and torture him slowly?"

Feng Yiming waved his hand, and Danfeng's eyes were full of melancholy: "I've coaxed too much. I see a lot of girls. Que Yang really likes him. He changes ways of getting in touch with him every day. Tell me, is Gu Xiaohang over?"

Lin Yi rubbed his eyebrows: "What did Gu Xiaohang say?"

"That guy, he has a way to make Que Yang not angry with him at all, but he really can't get rid of him." Feng Yiming shrugged, "I think this will happen."

Lin Yi thought about it carefully: "No, Gu Xiaohang still has a way. Right now, he can only deal with it. It will be easier to talk about it when he leaves Jinling."

Gu Xiaohang is a businessman through and through. The young master of the Gu family naturally has a way. Lin Yi is not worried that he will not be able to handle it, but he just doesn't know how Gu Xiaohang weighs this matter.

The two of them were chatting when a servant came in and reported, "Master, a Mr. Tan is looking for you."

Lin Yi thought for a moment, and was overjoyed: "Please come in."

The two went out to meet him, and they saw Tan Yishan walking back and forth with his servants.

"Is this coming back from the north?" Lin Yi stepped forward and smiled.

Tan Yishan was dressed in a commoner gown, with a calm and kind demeanor, which was even more different from the last time he was in Yingzhou. He was very happy to see Lin Yi: "I didn't expect that the young master is really here."

Feng Yiming had only heard about Tan Yishan, but had never actually seen it. He was very curious today, and the three chatted for a long time.

The last time Lin Yi borrowed money from Tan Yishan, he went back to Huizhou to bring his fellow countrymen to collect black tea, and led the caravan to the northernmost Qiaktu Merchant City. Try to see if you can see Lin Yi.

"Even if this line is opened up, there will be no problem in doubling the number of caravans and goods in the future. This is the first time that Nancha has been sold to Kyakta."

Talking about Yishan without arrogance or impetuosity, he returned all the capital and silver profits that Lin Yi had paid for him, and told them all about the situation of this business line.

"Ordinary caravans don't go that far. It's your ability and hard work that got you this business line." Lin Yi was quite happy for him.

Tan Yishan's trip was also in a hurry, and he had to leave before noon. He told Lin Yi privately: "This line will be able to receive and deliver letters and newspapers next month, and the extra money given by Lord Hou will be used wisely. Let them tell you directly if there is any progress in the future.”

Lin Yi waved his hand: "This matter is all up to you. If you can't take care of it, I will help you call someone."

After returning to the palace, I went to pay respects to Emperor Yongguang as usual, the crown prince was beside me, Princess Queyang was also there, Lin Yi's head was swollen, and he was ready to face a mess, but Queyang was extremely quiet and obedient, and didn't even choke him , just looking at him is still not friendly.

Lin Yi felt even more frightened, did Gu Xiaohang turn Que Yang into another person?

Emperor Yongguang didn't mention the matter of the son-in-law. Lin Yi was relieved a little, and felt exhausted after returning. He picked up the cat with the tortoiseshell pattern and rubbed it, and went into the hall and said to Xiao Huan: "In a few days, the Yundu Temple Dharma Conference, We have to go too."

Xiao Huan handed him a letter: "I'm afraid Yundu Temple is not peaceful."