Chapter 5 The Tyrant in the Inn

Jun Lin was sent out of the palace to learn skills when she was young. After being controlled, she ignored state affairs and did not show up in public. Even the officials in the palace could hardly recognize her when they saw her, let alone the common people.

That is to say, people now walk on the streets in a completely unruly manner, even taking steps that show no regard for their relatives.

The young man standing shoulder to shoulder with her had a sword on his waist, his left hand on the hilt, keeping a vigilant eye on all directions.

The street was noisy, with vendors shouting incessantly. Jun Lin tapped his palms with a folded fan, and chatted with Shen Sinian while his eyes casually scanned the surroundings.

"How did you get the news and come to the Massive Burial Ground to look for me?"

The incident happened suddenly at that time, and she didn't think anyone would come to save her in advance.

"A beggar came to the Shen Mansion with a message. We didn't know who was behind him. At first we were skeptical, but we didn't dare to delay. Dad asked me to go to the mass grave immediately to check, but I didn't expect to meet you."

Jun Lin was stunned when he heard this, then he raised the corners of his lips in an ambiguous manner.

Seeing her knowing everything, Shen Sinian said softly, "Brother, do you know who that person is?"

She raised her hand and rubbed the boy's head, her expression filled with nostalgia: "Well, he is a very reliable person."

People like him are like gods in the sky, as pure as the autumn moon, spotless and beautiful as a dream in the world blown by the spring breeze.

Jun Lin's expression was so gentle when he thought of that person, so gentle that his entire face seemed to lose its sharpness and his cold facial lines softened.

Shen Sinian's tone was a little envious: "Brother likes him very much?"

Jun Lin lowered her eyes and looked at the thin boy who was not even as tall as her. She thought for a moment and said, "If I treat him as a relative, I like him."

He wondered: "What if we treat each other as lovers?"

The cheerful king smiled and said, "There is more to life than just love. Don't tie everything to love. It's impossible for him and I to be together."

A tyrant who only wants to get his business done doesn't want to be distracted by other things.

About someone being ruthlessly passed over before even making his first appearance.

Shen Sinian was curious: "What if I become an enemy?"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the busy streets, and the wispy bangs rose slightly, revealing Jun Lin's white forehead and dark eyebrows. There was not a trace of hesitation in his bright dark eyes: "Kill him."

Her back was not bent, and she stood with one hand on her back, showing her elegance.

The sunlight covered her with a golden veil, and her slightly upturned eyes were filled with the colors of human landscapes.

Shen Sinian's heartbeat suddenly went out of control as he looked at her.

No one would dislike a master who is clean and decisive, who is not swayed by unnecessary emotions, who is unbridled and unrestrained, and who moves straight forward towards the path in his heart.

Seeing the distracted boy in front of her, she called him several times before he came back to his senses.

The boy's fair face still had a flush of blood rushing to his face. He held the hilt of the sword tightly in embarrassment: "Sorry."

Jun Lin has already walked into the inn: "Come in and have something to eat when you come to your senses. Remember to prepare the money."

This guy is her precious brother + money bag.

"Um."

He was in a good mood and his steps became lighter.

Being able to follow the king is more enjoyable than I thought.

The two of them sat down, ordered some side dishes and drinks, and then listened to the sounds around them with smiles on their faces.

Those who come here to eat and stay include not only ordinary people, storytellers, distinguished guests in the private rooms upstairs, but also knights-errant.

The sound of clinking glasses mixed with laughter, and everyone in the inn was laughing.

"It's such a relief that Emperor Jing is dead! Such a tyrant shouldn't have been born into this world!"

"Hey, but it's also difficult for the new emperor to take the throne. Although we support Lord Bingwen, the imperial seal has not been found yet, so it will be difficult for the new emperor's identity to be recognized by other nobles."

"Bah! I guess it's that tyrant who hid everything early in the morning. He's still restless after his death. How infuriating!"

The curses continued, the boy's brows suddenly sank, a murderous aura lingered around him, and his sword had quietly been unsheathed. Suddenly, a soft palm gently covered the back of his hand, and the owner of the hand was holding his head with one hand and listening in amusement.

He was stunned for a moment, then he obeyed the order, restrained his murderous aura, and returned to his cold and calm look.

"Isn't my brother angry?"

How can the king's majesty be slandered?

Jun Lin laughed and said that Si Nian was still too young and needed to be tempered.

She put her face close to his ear and whispered, her fragrant hair falling across the boy's nose. Shen Sinian immediately straightened up and dared not move. He quickly lowered his eyelashes, put aside all distracting thoughts and listened carefully.

"Do you know what a king should have most?"

"What is it?"

Jun Lin straightened up again and walked away from his ear. His narrow eyes were adorned with the eternal starlight, and he said with a carefree and proud expression: "It is the courage of not being afraid of being disliked by others."

She raised her lips and said, "This road is destined to be hated by others. Only by not being afraid can you go further, right?"

All the noise around her ears gradually disappeared, and Shen Sinian just stared at her, as if only standing at the top of the five countries could be worthy of the courage she said when she said this.

It touches the heart and makes the blood boil.

The young man was impulsive, his mind became excited, his emotions were exposed, his fingertips trembled, and his tone was a little unstable: "I will accompany you on this road, and I still have a lot to learn from my brother."

Jun Lin was stunned by his oath-like words, then he laughed out loud, drank the wine in the cup, and smiled: "That's very good."

The gossip in the inn continued. It was said that the young master of the Mohist School had been acting strange and ran away from home. It was also said that the crabapple flower raised by the leader of the Yin-Yang School had died and he had not eaten for three days because of the sadness. Someone in the Taoist School had gone astray and shaved his head to join the Buddhist sect. The members of the Legalist School were so angry that they were about to break rocks because the tyrant ignored the law...

Jun Lin: “…”

Shen Sinian: “…”

hiss.

These big guys know that their image among the people has been fabricated to the point of being outrageous. Have they opened the door to such outrageous rumors?

Also, you can break the rocks yourself, why do you want to involve me?

The tyrant was very unhappy and his eyes were narrowed in displeasure.

At this moment, the sunlight coming in through the door was suddenly blocked, and shadows fell on everyone in the store. Everyone raised their heads and looked towards the door. There stood a man about two meters tall with an expressionless face. A sense of oppression suddenly came over them.

He was wearing a brown shirt that looked like a vest. His bare arms were muscular and bulging with explosive beauty. His bronze complexion added to his masculinity, and his sturdy and strong figure was like a small mountain.

There is nothing special about his facial features, which can only be considered regular. He has messy short hair and carries a red black iron heavy sword on his back.

What was shocking was that the sword was about four and a half feet long (150cm) and weighed 108 kilograms. Everyone was speechless. How could such a sword be swung?

The man also had a dark rosewood box hanging around his waist, tied up by an iron chain. The box swayed from side to side when he walked, and his whole body looked eerily powerful.

Shen Sinian immediately became alert and whispered to Jun Lin, "They are from Ze country."

Jun Lin curled his lips and looked straight at the man.