"Mr. Zhao, something happened!"
Early in the morning, there were knocks on the door outside Zhao Lin's house. The doorman opened the door and Fu Liqing rushed in. Without bothering to say hello, he said to Zhao Lin who was reading.
Zhao Lin smiled and said, "Miss Fu, don't be anxious. Tell me slowly. What happened?"
Fu Liqing felt unhappy for no reason.
Before, she called me Qing'er with a smile, but now she calls me Miss Fu?
But Fu Liqing didn't show it. He said, "Some people say you're not worthy of the title of the Seventh Young Master of the Capital. You should be added as the Eighth Young Master of the Capital, and ranked first."
Zhao Lin laughed dumbly: "Who is joking like that?"
Fu Liqing said anxiously, "This is not a joke. Someone is definitely targeting you and deliberately provoking the Seven Young Masters of the Capital to deal with you. I suspect it was Bai Shicheng who did it."
If Fu Liqing could see clearly, how could Zhao Lin not understand? He smiled slightly and said, "Who cares? It's just a rumor. We can just take care of ourselves."
"That's not the case."
Fu Liqing was so angry that he almost stamped his foot. "How come you don't have any sense of crisis at all? Do you think the Seven Young Masters of the Capital are qualified to enter based on their literary talent? Literary talent is only one aspect. More importantly, all seven of them have backgrounds. Take the last-placed Young Master, Zhao Chenhan, for example. He's also the adopted son of the Zhenbei Marquisate and has the support of the Zhenbei Marquisate. They can ignore it, but those who cling to them will definitely vent their anger on their behalf."
Zhao Lin nodded: "You are right. But what can I do?"
Fu Liqing was stunned.
Yes, what can Zhao Lin do?
He can't do anything.
You can't just go around saying on the street that Zhao Lin didn't say that, right?
Even if it wasn't Zhao Lin who said it, and it wasn't an instigation, but there were indeed people who thought Zhao Lin was qualified, this would still offend people.
This matter cannot be explained clearly.
"Is there no way at all?" Fu Liqing said dejectedly.
"Yes." Zhao Lin said.
Fu Liqing's eyes lit up immediately: "What's the solution?"
Zhao Lin smiled slightly: "Sit down and eat. You haven't had breakfast yet?"
Fu Liqing said angrily: "You are still joking at this time?"
Zhao Lin explained, "I'm not kidding. The other side wants us to move. If we move, we lose. We shouldn't move now. No matter what they say outside, we won't know. Unless they come to us, we won't take the initiative to participate."
Fu Liqing was stunned for a moment and said, "What if he comes to me on his own initiative?"
Zhao Lin said calmly, "Then kick him out."
His tone was calm, yet confident.
Fu Liqing's originally anxious heart immediately calmed down.
She smiled and said, "Yes! As long as the other party doesn't use any shady means, you are not afraid of anyone with your talent."
Zhao Lin just smiled indifferently.
Sudi said from the side: "If someone comes to cause trouble, I can drive them away without Brother Zhao."
Fu Liqing glanced at Sudi with disdain in his heart.
Are you worthy enough to compete with Zhao Lin?
"Come on, have breakfast first."
The maid set the table for breakfast, and the three of them, along with Zhang Dashan, sat down and were just about to eat when they heard hurried footsteps outside.
Zhao Lin put down his chopsticks and said with a smile, "It seems that some people are very anxious."
The doorman came over and said, "Master, Prince Yao is here."
"Why is he here?"
Zhao Lin was puzzled and asked the doorman to bring Wang Ziyao in. Before he even saw him, Wang Ziyao's loud voice rang out: "Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, you are going to die. Give me a poem and I will help you settle it, how about it?"
"You're the one who's going to die." Fu Liqing said unhappily.
Wang Ziyao was startled and stopped at the dining hall door without entering. He looked at Fu Liqing, then at Zhao Lin, and muttered to himself, "He's here so early. Did he stay overnight? Hiss, is Bai Shicheng going to be cuckolded?"
Fu Liqing was so angry that her pretty face turned red, and the fingers of her hand holding the chopsticks turned white. It looked like she would have thrown the chopsticks if she hadn't considered her manners.
Zhao Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "What are you imagining? Miss Fu also came here to tell us the news. She just arrived and it's just in time for us to have dinner together. Have you eaten yet?"
"Miss Fu is so kind to Brother Zhao."
Wang Ziyao said something suicidal again, and seeing Fu Liqing's bad face, he quickly and wisely changed the subject: "I haven't eaten yet, bring me a set of bowls and chopsticks."
Wang Ziyao found a seat and sat down between Zhao Lin and Sudi. Sudi said dissatisfiedly, "Why are you squeezing me? Go over there."
Wang Ziyao was puzzled. He didn't say the right thing just now. It was normal for Fu Liqing to be angry. Where did your anger come from?
Wang Ziyao raised his butt, which he had just sat down, and sat down next to Zhang Dashan. Zhang Dashan grinned at him. Wang Ziyao patted Zhang Dashan on the shoulder and said, "You are so nice, Dashan. I'm going to the army in a few days. Do you want to come with me?"
Zhao Lin was surprised: "You left so soon?"
Wang Ziyao sighed and said, "There's going to be another war in the north, and my grandfather wants me to go there so I can earn some military merits to keep up appearances."
"North? Beidi?" Sudi suddenly asked.
Wang Ziyao said, "I didn't realize that a woman like you knew something about military affairs. Yes, it's the Northern Di."
Fu Liqing frowned and said, "Didn't we just fight a few years ago? Lord Zhao of the Zhenbei Marquisate defeated 50,000 of the enemy's troops in a single battle, killing three generals and forcing them to not attack for several years. Why are they fighting again this time? No wonder Lord Zhao hasn't been in the capital lately."
Zhao Lin's mind moved: "Zhao Jingzhou is not in the capital?"
"Yes. He went north a few days ago to prepare a large army to deal with the Northern Di." Wang Ziyao sighed, "Ever since the great battle six years ago that earned Lord Zhao a title, the Northern Di have remained quiet. I don't know why they suddenly launched an attack again this time. I wonder how many people will die."
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