Master Zhao at the foot of Mount Qingcheng

Sensing someone approaching, Lin Chaoyu and Wen Renyue Qiqi, who were discussing countermeasures, pretended to be scared.

Qian Sheng tried his best, but he really didn't know how to pretend, and seeing how realistic the two Qinglin guards on the opposite side were, if he hadn't seen their true colors, he would have almost believed it!

Qian Sheng bared his teeth, simply lowered his head and pretended to be dumb.

The one who came was a big man dressed as a blacksmith. When passing by their cell, he didn't even lift his eyelids, and pointed at Qian Sheng: "That's him."

Immediately, someone broke in and dragged Qian Sheng out: "Be honest, or you will lose your leg."

Probably thinking that Qian Sheng couldn't understand the words here, he got it and gesticulated on Qian Sheng's lap twice.

The big man was followed by a few people with their hands bound, all of them were young and middle-aged, with big Yin faces, and some who looked like foreigners. It seemed that they should be asked to work.

Unexpectedly, among the three of them, it was Qian Sheng who was taken away first. After they left, Lin Chaoyu and Wen Renyue had no interpreter, so they had no idea what they were talking about.Lin Chaoyu knew that this operation was more dangerous than ever. After all, this was not their territory, and they did not communicate with each other. When no one was paying attention, he gave Wen Renyue the last order: "Responsiveness, the most important thing is to ensure life. Something happened. Qing Linwei represented the emperor in the Great Yin, but he did not represent anyone when he left the Great Yin. "

"Wen Ren understands." Wen Renyue nodded, Zhao Xuan's words were not very pleasant, but he was always thinking of Wen Renyue, "Your Excellency, you should also be careful."

The second person to be taken away was Wen Renyue. The prince's people heard that a beautiful lady was coming, so they took a special look at it. The old man who gave the money before also nodded and bowed beside him.The prince's staff raised Wen Renyue's chin and looked around: "That's right, what did you do before?"

The old man translated it again, and Wen Renyue whispered in a trembling voice: "It was Qin Ji before..."

"Very good." The other party was more satisfied, and gave the old man a bag of gold leaves, "The crown prince rewarded you, I will take this man away."

The old man's eyes were narrowed into a smile: "My lord, please."

Seeing that the other party helped Wen Renyue untie the rope that tied her hands, she nodded distressedly at the red mark on her hand that was strangled: "Go back and apply some wound medicine, otherwise the prince will feel distressed."

Although Wen Renyue couldn't understand what he was talking about, she vaguely understood what he meant.The other party then put the rope around Wen Renyue's neck and led the other end.Although it was loose, if Wen Renyue had the slightest attempt to escape, the rope would tighten without hesitation.

It seems that Wen Renyue pretended to be too nervous and scared, and the other party couldn't bear to see the beauty like this, so she was able to comfort her with a substandard Central Plains dialect: "Don't be afraid."

Wen Renyue was led by a group of people, and bumped into another group of people, who were all wearing black robes, and she couldn't help thinking of the national teacher of Jue Kingdom in her heart.

The two parties met and bowed to each other, and there was no further communication.

After the old man received the prince's side, he led the whole group of the national teacher: "The people in this row of compartments are all just arrived in the past few days, and this time the envoys still follow the old rules, only pick the rich and educated? "

Seeing the envoy in black nod his head, the old man changed into the Central Plains dialect again: "You guys from the big Yin, whoever can read and write, stand up quickly, and they might be able to enjoy the food and drink spicy food after following the master of the state teacher, otherwise Not so lucky."

Most of the people who can be sold are poor people, and there are very few who can read and write. People from the national teacher will come here every time, and it is common to return empty-handed. I don’t have any hope. Someone stood up from time to time, and the black-clothed messenger was quite surprised and went into the cell himself.

The person who stood up was naturally Lin Chaoyu.

The envoy in black asked in blunt Da Yin official dialect, "What's your name?"

Lin Chaoyu quickly made up a fake name: "Zhao Yu."

Messenger in black: "Have you read a book?"

Lin Chaoyu: "I know a little about poetry and songs, as well as Danqing."

The messenger in black: "Why did you come here?"

"The family is destitute, unable to live, and was tricked here."

Lin Chaoyu spoke eloquently and softly. The other party was very satisfied, so he ordered his servants to come forward to present a volume of books and signaled Lin Chaoyu to take it: "Zhao Yu, read it."

Lin Chaoyu took it, and the book looked old. When he opened the first page, Lin Chaoyu paused. He was very familiar with the signature of this book——Zhao Sifan.

Lin Chaoyu settled down.Facing the book, he said: "On the third day of April in the 15th year of Yonghe, the world is chaotic today, and the people are full of complaints. Internal and external troubles can only be solved by reform, and no one responds. This situation has long been expected and understood. Well frogs are beyond words, summer insects Indescribable ice."

After Lin Chaoyu finished reading, he asked Convenience, "What does this mean?"

Lin Chaoyu thought for a while, and said tactfully: "The person who wrote this passage thinks that the world should change, but no one supports him, expressing his disappointment and... so what, the feeling of being underappreciated."

Probably because Lin Chaoyu used complicated words, the other party frowned: "Speak simply."

Lin Chaoyu: "It's because he understands the objections of the others. After all, they are all fools."

The messenger in black: "..."

The messenger in black motioned him to turn the page: "Go on and tell me what it means."

"On April 15th of the [-]th year of Yonghe, I was ordered to watch the stars at night. The Holy Red Luan star moved, showing the image of a pear tree pressing on a begonia, but the Ziwei star was dim. The only way to break it is to wash your face." Lin Chaoyu asked the other party sincerely. , "Is this also simpler and more straightforward?"

The other party said with a straight face: "Speak."

"This is too outrageous."

"Just say it, the emperor written on it has been dead for many years, no one blames you."

Lin Chaoyu licked his lips: "Then I'll say it. The person who wrote this text probably wants to say that the emperor should not harm the little girl when he is old. If he wants to be a good emperor, he must show face."

The messenger in black: "..."

Lin Chaoyu had the intention to finish reading this book at this time. If it was really written by Zhao Sifan, it would be really rebellious and daring. At the same time, it also changed his view of the former national teacher's "magic tricks, ingenious calculations, profound calculations, and inscrutable". This should be a person who dares to speak and write and is interesting.

The envoy in black pondered for a moment, then said to Lin Chaoyu: "Follow me, I will take you to see the national teacher."

It was too smooth for a while, and Lin Chaoyu was a little surprised. He didn't expect to meet that mysterious and mysterious Jueguo Guoshi so easily.This person has Zhao Sifan's personal notes, so he must have something to do with Zhao Sifan.

On the way, Lin Chaoyu showed a flattering smile, and said to the messenger: "My lord, I find this book very interesting, can I borrow a few?"

The other party didn't understand the meaning of "borrowing", but he could understand after a while, and refused without thinking: "No, this is from the National Teacher."

Lin Chaoyu ordered to stop stalking him as soon as possible, but he had already started thinking about the book in his heart.

The envoy didn't take Lin Chaoyu to meet someone right away, but took him to take a bath. After all, Lin Chaoyu's body smelled too bad, and then asked him to change into a black robe, and then led him to see the national teacher.

As soon as Lin Chaoyu walked into the room, there was a strong smell of medicine mixed with Anshensan, but the whole room was groggy in broad daylight, and the inside was also cold, not as stuffy as the outside, making people forget that they were in a small desert country.

Jue Guo Guoshi is indeed dying as the spies said, and he is lying on the bed with weak breathing. How does Lin Chaoyu think this scene looks like the current emperor lying on the dragon bed and breathing heavily.

Messenger: "National teacher, this is a newly brought back from the Great Yin. He has read books and knows how to paint."

Lin Chaoyu observed for a while, and the person lying on the bed was quite old, so he said in an old and hoarse voice, "What do you think what he wrote meant?"

The utterance was really fluent and standard Central Plains dialect, obviously it was Lin Chaoyu who asked the question.

Lin Chaoyu repeated what he said just now, and seeing the national teacher was silent for a long time, he said: "It is indeed what Zhao Sifan can say."

Without waiting for Lin Chaoyu to find a way to get the notebook, Jue Guo Guoshi took the initiative to ask the envoy to hand it over to him: "Read it down page by page, and tell me what he wants to say and what it means."

Lin Chaoyu went from "Those who object are fools" to "The emperor is full of food" to "Ning Po, I'm afraid this girl will never get married in the future" to "Heisha and Chu Zhongke are so interesting" , although the face of Jue Guo Guoshi was gray and defeated, but Lin Chaoyu could still see that the opponent's face was a little darker than before, and he didn't know if he was angry with Zhao Sifan.

Jue Guo Guoshi: "It's gone?"

Lin Chaoyu: "Not anymore."

Jue Guo Guoshi: "He didn't mention anything about the mausoleum?"

"Yes, yes." Lin Chaoyu said slowly, "He thinks that if the emperor spends the money used to make alchemy and seek longevity to build the mausoleum, there will be a lot of honors in the history books after thousands of years."

Jue Guo Guoshi: "..."

"It's true that he didn't leave any clues behind?" Jue Guo Guoshi sighed, and ordered someone to present a few paintings to Lin Chaoyu.

Lin Chaoyu unfolded one by one, all of them were paintings of a person, and they were all different. It was obvious that they were not made by the same person, but without exception, Zhao Xuan's shadow can be seen on the facial features, so these paintings are all It's obvious who it is.

"These are the closest paintings I've had someone draw over the years. They can't draw his charm, so they don't look like him. You can paint, and you can repaint one to draw him out "The national teacher of Jueguo asked someone to paint, but he didn't say the characteristics of the person who wanted to paint, but said, "His eyes are the most lively, he likes to wear white robes the most, and he likes to wear his hair loose. I like his loose hair the most. With his hair on, he looks like an immortal from a distance, he must have been sent from heaven."

Lin Chaoyu: "..."

The more Lin Chaoyu heard it, the more something was wrong, his expression became more and more strange, and there was even an absurd guess in his mind.

"If you can draw him, I will allow you to be prosperous and rich in the country, with no worries about food and clothing, and even help you find an official position in front of the monarch."

Lin Chaoyu couldn't wish for it. It's not difficult for him to draw Zhao Sifan. After all, he has seen the portrait brought by Yin Honghuan before. At least he can draw it like his family's Xuaner. If he can really find an official position, then he will have a chance An opportunity for the monarch.

Lin Chaoyu was thinking, and then he heard the national teacher suddenly say: "Have you met the leader of the Great Yin Qingcheng sect?"

The national teacher lay on the bed and couldn't see Lin Chaoyu's face. At this time, Lin Chaoyu stopped his brush and stared at the person on the bed, expressionless, but his tone was still cowardly: "I haven't seen it before. I'm a scholar. I'm a scholar. I don't understand."

"Someone told me that the leader is very similar to the person in my painting, but unfortunately I am too old to walk, so I can't see it with my own eyes."