Chapter 276 Achievement

In fact, Cheng Maoming has never understood the relationship between this young man, Prince Jing, and Miss Lin Er, but just now he saw Miss Lin Er talking and laughing with this man, so they must have a good relationship.

Since they had a good relationship, why did this young man end up like this?

Cheng Maoming glanced at Lin Hao and suddenly realized: Yes, even if Miss Lin Er is a girl who wants to help, it is not very convenient, and Prince Jing is not in the capital.

Thinking of this, Cheng Maoming immediately felt that he could not ignore it.

Prince Jing has helped him so much, and Miss Lin Er is the prince's daughter-in-law yet to marry. They are definitely a family, so he should take the initiative to help.

Well, looking at this young man's bright eyes and slender figure, it should be no problem for him to make a living in Jinlin Guard.

These thoughts seemed like a lot, but in fact they flashed through his mind in an instant. The next moment, Lin Hao and Du Qing spoke in unison: "Is (isn't)——"

The one who said "yes" was Lin Hao, and the one who denied it was Du Qing.

The completely opposite answers made the two of them swallow the rest of their words.

Cheng Maoming couldn't help but frown.

A grown man is so dishonest, isn't he feeling guilty? No, he has to pay more attention to Prince Jing!

"I see Miss Lin's friend seems to be having some troubles, but has no means of livelihood? Our Jinlin Guard is short of manpower recently. If you don't mind, why not come and give it a try?"

Du Qing was stunned.

He, the guard of Master Mingxin, the leader of one of the teams in the secret chess game of the capital (in the past), is going to become a Jinlin Guard?

Du Qing felt a sense of absurdity.

These people who came to the capital had gone to great lengths to obtain a legitimate identity. They were often fortune tellers who set up stalls, peddlers who walked the streets, or merchants with a small fortune. The officials who belonged to their camp were coerced and bribed into defecting.

If he agreed, wouldn't his spy achievements be second only to the old prince and the teacher?

The sudden sense of accomplishment almost made Du Qing nod directly, but fortunately he still had his rationality and couldn't help but look at Lin Hao.

This girl knew his true identity. She couldn't understand why he could sneak into the Jinlin Guard and even allowed him to act freely until now.

Sometimes I felt that this girl's ideas were very different from those of ordinary people, and sometimes I suspected that there was some conspiracy.

"If it's possible, that would be great." Lin Hao looked at Du Qing inquiringly, "What do you think?"

Du Qing looks so miserable...it's really hard to bear.

If she could get into Jinlin Guard, with Commander-in-Chief Cheng's control and caution over the Guard, she would definitely be placed in a visible place as a decoration. That way, there would be no need to worry about Du Qing colluding with those people again, and she wouldn't have to beg for food. Once Du Qing's true identity is exposed in the future, since Commander-in-Chief Cheng took the initiative to arrange for her to get in, he would not be able to do anything to her and A Shuo.

Kill three birds with one stone.

Du Qing was stunned by the question.

What did he think? He was on Emperor Pingle's side, and this girl knew it clearly!

Those almond-shaped eyes were filled with a smile, and to Du Qing at that moment, it seemed as if they were trying to tease him.

"Of course I'd love to." Du Qing clasped his fists, with a hint of provocation in his eyes as he looked at Lin Hao.

Lin Hao bowed to Grand Admiral Cheng and said, "Thank you very much, Grand Admiral."

"Miss Lin, you're too polite." Cheng Maoming smiled and turned his gaze to Du Qing, "What's your name, little brother?"

"His surname is Mu and his given name is Qing, Mu means grass and Qing means green grass," said Lin Hao.

"Mu Qing? That's a good name." Lin Hao's quick response made Cheng Maoming think that this young man was dull, so he stopped asking questions and ordered his subordinates, "Arrange the people."

"Yes." The subordinate responded solemnly and said to Du Qing, "My name is Fang Ming. Brother Mu, please follow me."

Du Qing was in a daze as he followed Fang Ming for a long distance. He couldn't help but look back at Lin Hao, and then he became even more dazed.

Cheng Maoming frowned secretly.

Judging from his reluctance to leave, this kid must have some improper thoughts about Miss Lin Er. It turned out to be right to send him to Jinlin Guard to keep an eye on him for the prince.

"Second Miss Lin—" Cheng Maoming was about to say that he had to go and do something, but when he saw Lin Hao staring at the portrait without blinking, he said casually, "It's a pity that the prince is not here. The others' skills in painting portraits are still a little lacking."

He had seen Mingxin Zhenren when he was still the imperial teacher.

"Don't they look alike?" Lin Hao said with a strange expression, "But the person in the portrait looks somewhat familiar to me."

Cheng Maoming's expression suddenly changed, and he asked anxiously, "Has Miss Lin Er seen this person?"

"This..." Lin Haokan looked around and hesitated, "I think I've seen it before..."

Her reaction immediately reminded Cheng Maoming.

"Miss Lin, let's go have a cup of tea and talk in detail."

"Okay." Lin Hao agreed readily, and when the other party was not paying attention, he slightly curled the corners of his lips.

General Cheng wanted to get what he wanted to know from her, and so did she.

Soon the two of them sat down in an elegant room of a teahouse, each holding a cup of fragrant tea.

The aroma of tea wafts in the air, and the charcoal basin in the corner quietly dispels the cold.

"Miss Lin, please tell me quickly. When and where have you seen the person in the portrait?"

Lin Hao stroked the cup and said, "General Cheng, is the person in the portrait the imperial tutor of the previous dynasty?"

"It's him!" Cheng Maoming felt excited.

Could it be that finding the real person Mingxin falls on the shoulders of Miss Lin Er?

Oh my God, Prince Jing is such a lucky star. He is not in the capital anymore, but the blessing can still be passed on to him through Miss Lin Er!

Cheng Maoming's heart was pounding and he was showing some excitement.

It's not that he can't keep his cool, it's just that Prince Jing has brought him too many benefits.

Seeing Cheng Maoming so excited, Lin Hao secretly apologized, and a look of sudden realization appeared on his face: "I was wondering if he looked so familiar. Ten years ago, Master Mingxin accompanied the old emperor to offer sacrifices to the heavens. I saw him in a street teahouse..."

Cheng Maoming's expression gradually became subtle: "Miss Lin, what you mean is... you met Master Mingxin when he was still the Imperial Preceptor?"

"Yes." Lin Hao nodded.

"But how old were you then?"

"He's about seven or eight years old. I have a very good memory, so I won't make a mistake." Lin Hao looked confident.

Cheng Maoming suddenly felt like he was having a heart attack.

Bai was excited and said goodbye!

Cheng Maoming put down his teacup and was about to speak when Lin Hao spoke first.

"Grand Commander, why are you suddenly looking for the former imperial tutor? What did he do wrong?"

If asking this question in front of the wall with the portraits seems abrupt, it becomes natural to ask it at this time.

Cheng Maoming frowned subconsciously and prepared to brush it off.

"It looks like Master Mingxin is in the capital."

What Lin Hao wanted to find out from Cheng Maoming was the reason for searching for Master Mingxin, and this reason would determine her future plans.

Under the gaze of the girl's clear and spiritual eyes, Cheng Maoming's heart moved slightly.

For someone you trust, knowing the reason is fine. If you can provide him with any clues, it will be a huge profit.

Cheng Maoming thought that maybe he was getting older and gradually began to believe in luck. In his mind, Prince Jing and Miss Lin were a couple with a bit of luck.

So he cleared his throat and told the reason.