Chapter 13 The Tyrant Says He Will Return to the Palace
After parting with Lin Junhuai, the two returned to the original inn. Not long after, they met the secret guard sent by the Shen couple to deliver the letter.
Jun Lin took the letter, opened it, scanned it quickly, and then handed the letter to Shen Sinian. There was a look of someone planning a strategy behind her hands.
"Go back to the palace immediately. We will say goodbye later."
Shen Sinian had just finished reading the letter and walked to the candle to burn it, his eyes bright and clear: "Yes."
He didn't ask many questions, as if he could understand the king's meaning just by looking at him.
Absolute obedience and execution.
Jun Lin was pleased with his decisive attitude, and couldn't help but touch his head with a tender heart.
The young man had a neat high ponytail and was only half a head shorter than Jun Lin. He squinted his eyes comfortably, like a contented cat.
“I’m actually very uneasy.”
He lowered his head and stated the facts bluntly.
Jun Lin paused, looked at the young man in front of him whose eyes had not yet completely lost their youthfulness, and waited for what to come.
"It has only been a short time since I met the King, and now we will be separated for a long time."
He felt like a dragonfly that had suddenly intruded into the clear lake, staying briefly in the lake, creating ripples on the water surface, and then flying away again.
"Will you remember me?"
He held the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, and couldn't help but take a step forward to get closer to the man's face. His Adam's apple slid up and down, and he suppressed his nervousness: "Will it happen?"
He was almost pressed against her chest, his calm eyes filled with waves of burning heat, as if he wanted to engulf her.
Jun Lin silently withdrew his hand.
She can resist any temptation, but the boy can't.
Young people are the treasures of the world.
She admitted: "Shen's will always be special."
"How could I not remember you?"
At present, the person she trusts most is Shen and her vicious dog.
The boy pursed his lips happily, clenched his fingers tightly together, and asked carefully: "Can I hug you?"
He used up all his courage to say these words, as if he was asking for a parting gift, with a hint of imperceptible coquettishness.
Jun Lin was not shy. He stretched out his arms to wrap around the boy's waist, and moved his right hand up to press on the back of his head. His voice was soft and smiling, "Is this okay?"
Shen Sinian's cheeks were hot, and he buried his head in the man's neck with a confused look. The fragrance of pine snow wafted from her body. The young man sniffed it and closed his eyes in satisfaction.
"Um."
That's fine.
It may be that his family has nurtured him for so many years, and this is the first time he is with his master, and his long-cherished wish has come true. It is not easy to distinguish the young man's naive emotions.
He just wanted to always have a place for himself by her side.
The Shen family obeyed the successive monarchs of Jing State, but Shen Sinian only obeyed Jun Lin.
After a long while, she patted his back and said, "Okay, get up quickly, pack up and go back to the palace."
She grinned grimly: "Purge the traitors."
Shen Sinian straightened his body and held the scabbard tightly, with a fighting spirit in his eyes: "Yes!"
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Jingguo Palace.
The solemn and neat cavalry stood on both sides, holding black military flags in their hands. The bright red word "Jing" on the flags seemed somewhat ironic at this moment.
The left prime minister raised his head, glanced, and quickly looked away indifferently.
The new king ascends the throne.
Jing State is no longer the Jun family's world.
The man's eyes were as dark as dead water. He really had made a wrong move for the Legalists.
The right prime minister has an old face, but despite his age, he still has a straight posture and his back has never been bent.
He sighed to the left prime minister: "Minghe, how long have the Legalists and Confucians been fighting?"
The left prime minister, also known as Minghe, relaxed his tense facial expressions, and said, "I can't remember."
The noble black official robe made him look like the breeze and the bright moon were all in his arms, and he was proud and independent like a gentleman: "When Emperor Jing ascended the throne, he allowed me to compile the law and you to be in charge of the general academy, compiling books and educating people. The future should have been bright, but she was possessed by the devil first, and created the current situation."
The right prime minister was born into a Confucian family, highly respected and knowledgeable. The Confucian viewpoints always conflicted with the Legalist school represented by the left prime minister, but the young Emperor Jing laughed heartily and said, "All the schools of thought are in my favor."
"If you can create a peaceful and prosperous era, I will listen to your teachings and make use of Confucianism, Legalism, Mohism, military science, and agriculture."
At that time, the two were attracted by these words, put aside their school conflicts and devoted themselves to serving Emperor Jing, but she ultimately disappointed everyone.
Right Prime Minister Manchuan stroked his sheep's beard and laughed, but his bitterness became more and more intense: "The world is unpredictable, and people's hearts are unpredictable..."
Afterwards, the two stopped talking because the new emperor Bingwen walked out wearing a dragon robe.
The cavalry of Dajing on both sides waved flags and shouted, and all the officials knelt down. Only the left and right prime ministers standing at the front were like towering rocks, with their backs straight.
"Welcome the new emperor to the throne——"
The drums sounded, the deep and ancient drum beats struck people's hearts, and the blowing cow horns were slowly ushering in a new era.
Some were happy, some were resentful, and the royal family watched with gloomy faces as an outsider seized the throne.
The new emperor wore a crown with twelve tassels and a black pendant embroidered with auspicious clouds and dragons in gold thread trailing behind him. He had a dead look in his eyes as he walked step by step up the white jade steps to the highest point.
The music continues, and the succession ceremony is sacred and inviolable.
But--
"Bang——"
"Bang——"
The person who came used his inner strength, and the ground shook with every step he took. He was two meters tall, with muscles all over his body, revealing endless explosive power. His bulging muscles seemed even more tense under the sunlight.
He had bronze skin, messy short hair that didn't fit in with the others, ordinary facial features and a dull gaze. He carried a four-and-a-half-foot-long black iron heavy sword on his back and a wooden box hung around his waist. He was slowly approaching like a small mountain.
The pressure was so great that everyone was stunned and dared not breathe.
The guards immediately reacted and drew their swords, suppressing their fear and shouting, "You are disrupting the coronation ceremony of the new emperor. Come, arrest him and wait for your punishment!"
The soldiers rushed forward, raising their spears and attacking the man.
The dull-looking man slowly rolled his inorganic eyeballs, clenched his fists with his internal strength, and suddenly punched out to break through the layers of air currents, hitting the soldier's lower abdomen heavily. With such force, the soldier was knocked flying, and his back hit several people behind him who were about to attack. All of them flew out at once, fell to the ground and lost consciousness.
The attacking soldiers were like ants, and the man didn't even need to draw his sword. The new emperor Bingwen looked at everything below with a dim and unclear look in his eyes.
As Jun Lin’s childhood sweetheart, he recognized her.
That man was the king's vicious dog.
Unique, the only one in the world.
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Digression
"Mingming is below, and Hehe is above."
Named Minghe.
He is a big shot from the Legalist school, currently serving as the Left Prime Minister of Jing State, and is twenty-five years old.
"I am just drunk as usual, and the beauty of the river makes me sad for others."
Named Manchuan.
He is a highly respected elder in Confucianism, currently serving as the Right Prime Minister of Jing State, at the age of 52.