Chapter 10 The Tyrant is Sad
The tyranny of the State of Jing attracted great attention from various schools of thought. In their eyes, Emperor Jing was the best negative example.
One of the five countries is now in a state of collapse, and although the remaining four countries appear to be quiet on the surface, undercurrents have already begun to surge behind the scenes.
The competition between countries has never stopped. The Mohist School, Taoist School, Yin-Yang School, etc. are no longer silent. Talented people are looking for wise leaders. The rivers and lakes are turbulent and fighting is endless. Everyone knows that the war between kings is really about to start.
They need to assist the king in protecting his country. I heard that even the one from the Zongheng family has come out.
The long-hidden southern Xinjiang and the snowy regions are also stirring.
The clouds were rolling in the sky, the wind and rain were blowing on the weak flowers on the branches, and the day seemed to be shaking and about to fall.
Jun Lin knew all this. She estimated the time in her heart. The information that the Shen couple had found out was almost available. He should be arriving at the palace soon with his things.
Then it will be her turn to appear in two days.
Now, there is still some time, so it is better to make friends with the young master of the Mo family first. There are many heroes in the Mo family, and she will need their assistance in the future.
Although Junlin was born in a modern era, he is cautious and modest. The knowledge of these ancestors is much more powerful than hers, and they also know some Qimen Dunjia and Yin Yang magic. If you want to unify the world, you must be humble, listen to others' strategies, and make good use of talented people.
"Benefactor, how should I address you? Please consider what I just said. At least let me treat you to a banquet!"
Jin Yuanbao was extremely anxious when he saw the distracted boss, and then he was stopped by Shen Sinian with a sword, feeling aggrieved.
Jun Lin put on airs in front of outsiders again, smoothing his lip lines and giving Lin Junhuai a dull glance that made Lin Junhuai stunned.
So scary.
It was like standing on the top of the clouds, looking down at the ground with an indifferent look.
It seemed as if everything was too small to be noticed by her.
Lin Junhuai's smile faded a little. Should we say that the man in front of him is indeed a tyrant? His aura is really unmatched by others.
Actually, it wasn't, she was just pretending.
After a moment of thinking, he smiled and said, "Speak, benefactor! What is your idea?"
Shen Sinian stood quietly beside her, looking calmly at the gold ingots that were jumping around and blinding people.
What to do.
I really want to chop him up.
How can such a person be the young master of the Mohist School?
"Just call me Xiaolin, thank you for your help."
With the permission from the owner, Lin Junhuai happily led the two of them up the hill.
The further they walked, the more they felt something was wrong.
"Hello, Boss!"
"The boss is back! Guys, hurry up and prepare the feast!"
"Boss, are you tired? Do you want me to rub your shoulders?"
Big men in coarse clothes kept greeting him cheerfully on both sides of the road.
Jun Lin: “…”
Shen Sinian: “…”
Why does she feel that this person is returning to the mountain with Sun Wukong? Look, even the monkey and Sun Wukong’s way of welcoming him is the same. How many episodes of Journey to the West has this person secretly watched?
Shen Sinian calmly pointed out: "They are bandits."
Jun Lin looked sad: "Others gave up literature to study medicine, gave up pens to pick up guns, why did you give up your position as the leader of the Mohist School to become a bandit?"
She reflected: “Is it really because of the tyrant’s rule that people are living in such a miserable state?”
Shen Sinian supported her with one hand: "Brother, please accept my condolences."
Lin Junhuai: “…”
Are you two possessed by the spirit of drama???
He straightened his back, patted his gold-threaded robe solemnly, and his delicate face was solemn: "First of all, I didn't provoke any of you."
"Secondly, I am a Yue nationality, and Emperor Jing's tyranny has no influence on me."
The State of Yue was good at business and the country was extremely rich. If it were brought to modern times, it would be Dubai. When the gold ingots he wore were so eye-catching, the two of them knew what country he was from.
After all, no country is so vulgar as to adorn itself directly with gold.
This damn rich man.
So jealous.
The young man cleared his throat and said, "In the end, I was captured by the bandits and brought here. Then I became the boss. I was helpless."
He swore that he was not showing off and every word he said was full of true feelings.
He just used his money to support a group of bandits, who immediately knelt down and called him boss. Apart from that, he did nothing else.
But in the eyes of Jun Lin and the others, the man's mouth corners were almost raised to the sky, and his whole body was flashing with the light of "I'm very rich, come and stick with me and we will become rich together".
Not to mention, Jun Lin was really tempted. The treasury of Jing State was empty, and it needed talents like Jin Yuanbao.
She curled her lips, her smile suddenly turned friendly, and she showed her utmost sincerity to her sponsor, calculating with her abacus: "That's amazing."
Clap your hands.
Shen Sinian looked at his king in confusion, and immediately understood the meaning.
This is the fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.
He clapped along in all seriousness: "That's great."
Lin Junhuai: “…”
How come you are even more weird than the people from the Yin-Yang family?
Enough of the jokes, the three of them returned to their serious attitude and walked towards the banquet in the bandit's den. Jun Lin talked to Jin Yuanbao, no, to the cute and handsome boy Lin Junhuai.
"How did you bribe them to become the boss?"
Lin Junhuai said "Hey", unable to contain the pride on his face.
The porcelain-white face with a little baby fat is so adorable that one wants to pinch it, and the amber-bright eyes seem to be filled with morning dew.
"I was hungry after they captured me, but they had nothing to give me, so I took them down the mountain to a wine shop to celebrate the death of the tyrant. How could I not celebrate with others on such a day of celebration?"
Shen Sinian's eyes froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.
I really want to kill this disrespectful person.
Jun Lin said gently: "You, a Yue national, come to Jing State to celebrate the death of Emperor Jing?"
"Yes."
She raised her lips and said, "You live by the sea, so why do you care so much?"
So when I die, everyone will celebrate with champagne?
Lin Junhuai: “…”
I tell you, I have plenty of money! Believe it or not, I will buy you a movie!
Shen Sinian couldn't help laughing, his dark eyes were smiling under his shattered bangs.
Lin Junhuai sniffed and didn't want to talk anymore. He turned around and walked forward in silence.
The painting styles of the three people are out of tune with this remote and poor countryside, and their noble aura separates wealth and misery.
Jun Lin glanced around calmly, and his slender fingers under his wide robe suddenly clenched.
Her heart felt cold and heavy.
No one wants to go up the mountain to become a bandit, but they are forced to do so by life.
If a country is no longer a country, how can it be a home?
The vast mountains and rivers of Dajing should be filled with spring scenery and ever-blooming flowers, instead of the devastation and sorrow it has now.
The young Emperor Jing was silently mourning with his eyelashes lowered.
This is her country.
One day, she will make the barren soil blossom with the prosperity of a great country.
The summer wind made her feel cold, and someone held her hand gently and carefully.
"elder brother."
The young man was standing beside her, looking straight ahead, his eyes clear.
"I will get better with you."
The king's kingdom will eventually use the stars and the moon to celebrate this world banquet.