692 Burial, Feng Shui Precious Land

Some people like to be in the limelight, while others do not. As a descendant of the Fu family of the temple, Fu Lin knows very well what it means to be burdened by fame. With fame, his every move will be magnified and he can be easily exploited by people with ulterior motives.

Therefore, he did not want to be in the limelight and did not want the world to know his name. He only hoped that the emperor would believe in his ability and make use of him. He never thought that one day he would be exposed to the public.

But……

I am not afraid of wolf-like opponents, but I am afraid of pig-like teammates. In just a few days, Fu Lin's name not only became a name remembered by the royal families of the four countries, but also resounded throughout Dongling.

The principle is... the porridge stall that suddenly disappeared reappeared, and the mysterious relief worker continued to come out to provide disaster relief. The relief worker revealed that the mysterious relief worker was the son of the hidden family, the Fu family.

When the news came out, the emperor not only did not stop it, but also acquiesced to it, and even acknowledged that the mysterious relief worker was Fu Lin.

Fu Lin was not happy but uneasy after being hit by this huge pie. There is no free lunch in this world. Why should others spend money and effort to build a name for him? Although the emperor was involved, the one who really contributed was not the emperor.

Besides, Fu Lin knew very well that although the emperor did this to compensate him, it was more to eliminate a hidden danger. He became a mysterious disaster relief worker, and there would never be any so-called mysterious disaster relief workers in the future. Neither the Ninth Prince nor the Cui family could bring up the mysterious disaster relief workers anymore.

Those in power like to control everything in their hands. The mysterious disaster relief worker is an uncontrollable chess piece for the emperor. When the Ninth Prince and the Cui family pushed him out, the emperor acquiesced to their actions without hesitation, making him the so-called mysterious disaster relief worker and a little star under the emperor's sun.

Yes, little star.

If the identity of the mysterious man was revealed before the emperor offered sacrifice to heaven, it would surely cause a sensation in Dongling. But if the news that he was a disaster relief worker was revealed after the emperor offered sacrifice to heaven, the impact would be much smaller. It would be like throwing a stone into the lake. Although there would be ripples, they would soon calm down. But he... would have to bear the reputation of a great philanthropist and the expectations of the people of Dongling. In the future, he would have to be a person who did good deeds but could not leave his name behind.

In this way, when he dies, he can bear whatever the emperor says about him, and he can bear any number of merits the emperor praises him. But when he is alive, he is forced by these people to lose his self and become the great good man in their eyes.

As long as Fu Lin is alive, he must be a good person and must not do anything that would disappoint the people of the world.

I have to say that the Ninth Prince's counterattack was very beautiful. It restrained him and shaped him, leaving him no room to display his abilities.

Hehehe... Fu Lin smiled bitterly.

No matter how powerful he is, no matter how talented he is, in the eyes of the emperor he is just a chess piece. As a chess piece, he must be fully utilized. The emperor is willing to use him because he has this value.

Things have already happened, he is already a piece on the chessboard, no matter how dissatisfied he is, he is powerless to change it.

Fu Lin closed his eyes and leaned against the carriage to rest. Not long after, the driver called out, "Sir, we have arrived at the Feng Mansion."

After coming out of the palace, the first thing Fu Lin thought of was to find Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen was the only person he was familiar with in this imperial city, and Feng Qingchen needed him at this time.

Because he had sent the invitation before, Feng Qingchen had been waiting for him early. As soon as Fu Lin arrived, Feng Qingchen came out to greet him in person: "Mr. Fu, I am sorry for not coming to greet you from afar. Please forgive me."

There was a hint of alienation in her politeness. Feng Qingchen did not say bad words to Fu Lin, nor did she feel angry or resentful. Fu Lin did use her to help the emperor destroy the Ninth Prince's plan, but so what? Fu Lin was not hers. What qualifications did she have to blame Fu Lin? She should blame herself for being stupid.

"Feng...Qingchen, are you going to pretend you don't know me?" Fu Lin originally wanted to call her Miss Feng, but he really didn't want to become a stranger to Feng Qingchen.

From Fu Lin's point of view, he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did, and he didn't do anything to let Feng Qingchen down. At most, he damaged the interests of the Ninth Uncle, but that little thing didn't have much impact on the Ninth Uncle, so the Ninth Uncle immediately fought back.

"How is it possible? Qingchen always remembers Fu Lin, who was trapped in the sea of ​​fire with me and stood by me through thick and thin." Feng Qingchen's words showed that she knew Fu Lin, and at the same time she told Fu Lin that the Fu Lin she knew was the one who had his own thoughts but was loyal and righteous, not the Fu Lin who had become a new upstart in the imperial city. Such a Fu Lin was a stranger to her.

"Qingchen, there is no conflict of interest between us. I am still the same Fu Lin." From Feng Qingchen to Qingchen, Fu Lin was very familiar. Picking up the tea brought by the maid, Fu Lin took a sip, and his mouth was full of fragrance.

Fu Lin raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had heard that Feng Qingchen didn't like drinking tea and the tea in their mansion was terrible to drink. But after tasting it, he found that it didn't seem to be the case. Rumors were really deadly.

But they don’t know that there are only a few people who can drink the unpalatable tea of ​​Feng Mansion. For people like Fu Lin, Feng Mansion will treat him as a "distinguished guest" and be polite to "distinguished guests".

"No, you have been Fu Lin from the beginning to the end. I didn't understand it before." Feng Qingchen concealed the emotions in his eyes by drinking tea.

There was nothing wrong with Fu Lin doing this for his family, but it had nothing to do with whether they were in opposition or not. They were both right. They were just working towards their own goals. The only thing wrong was that they had different positions.

She would not hate Fu Lin, but she would not trust Fu Lin anymore.

"Qingchen knows my identity?" Fu Lin now did not believe the emperor's ability to keep secrets at all. Judging from Feng Qingchen's tone, she should know it. If Feng Qingchen knew it, the emperors of the other three countries would know it soon as well.

The water in the Kyushu continent is really deep. He didn't know the depth of the water when he intervened, and ended up muddying the water.

"As long as one second person knows it, it is no longer a secret." Fu Lin probably never expected that the Ninth Prince knew his identity when he first met him, and Fu Lin's identity was also spread by the Ninth Prince.

The Ninth Prince would not allow Fu Lin to hide behind the scenes.

"I overestimated it..." Fu Lin shook his head and smiled bitterly, but didn't say the rest.

This is not the previous dynasty, and this is not the Kyushu Continent where the Lan family dominated alone. The world is divided into pieces. Even if Emperor Dongling wanted to protect him, he does not have the ability to do so. He has to protect himself and have the power to protect himself.

Feng Qingchen smiled. It seemed that Fu Lin was not very loyal to the emperor. "Let's not talk about this. Master Fu, what can I do for you?"

"Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do? You are the only person I know in the imperial city." Fu Lin did come to the house for something, but he was not asking Feng Qingchen for help, but to help Feng Qingchen.

"You are most welcome. Master Fu is a very popular figure in the imperial city. Everyone is proud to invite Master Fu, and Qingchen is no exception." Of course, those who would invite Fu Lin were all insiders, or those who wanted to win him over because he was in the emperor's favor. None of them had good intentions, and Fu Lin would never keep an invitation.

"You are not sincere at all." Didn't he just stand on the side of the emperor and helped him win against the Ninth Uncle once? Feng Qingchen is really petty. Fu Lin pouted unhappily. He still likes the brave Feng Qingchen.

The walls of this imperial city have locked up people's temperaments.

"I do want to be sincere, but I've been very busy lately and I really don't have time to entertain Mr. Fu." This is indeed true. Troubles came one after another, and Feng Qingchen was so busy that he couldn't keep up.

First, she sent Cui Haoting away, then she persuaded Xuan Shaoqi to return to Xuanxiao Palace, and then... she arranged her parents' funeral, but until now, she had not even chosen a place.

Yesterday, news came from the prince that the snow had stopped and that her competition with Su Rou would be in the next one or two days, so she was asked to be prepared.

Get ready, get ready, damn it, the Su family is deliberately looking for trouble with her, right? They know that her parents' funeral is a big event, yet they still cause trouble for her at this time. Feng Qingchen was so angry that she wanted to whip Nanling Jinfan's nasty face with a horsewhip.

Fu Lin found out what Feng Qingchen was busy with before he came to her house: "Qingchen, I'm not here to cause trouble for you today, I'm here to help you."

"help me?"

"Yes, I'll help you." Fu Lin nodded: "Since you know my identity, you should understand what I'm good at. If you trust me, how about letting me help your parents choose a Feng Shui treasure land?"

The descendants of the temple also work part-time as Feng Shui masters?

"A Feng Shui treasure land? The kind that can bless future generations?" Feng Qingchen asked back. Although she didn't quite believe in this, she understood that one must choose a good place for burial so that the coffin can be well preserved and the bones will not rot easily. In her eyes, this is a Feng Shui treasure land.

This time, she chose not only the cemetery for her parents, but also the cemetery for the descendants of the Feng family. Even if she didn't get married, she would always have children. She was a very traditional person, and she had to give birth to a child with the surname Feng no matter what to pass on this surname.

"Qingchen, you are a smart person. I will not try to fool you with the tricks of a quack. The so-called Feng Shui treasure land is just a place with special soil composition, which can preserve the bones and coffins for a longer time and make it inconvenient for tomb robbers." Fu Lin said this without hiding anything. Feng Qingchen certainly understood that Fu Lin was trying to curry favor with him, but...

Is there any free lunch in this world?

"What do you want?" She had been tricked by Fu Lin once, so she couldn't let him trick her twice. Fu Lin's method of choosing a cemetery completely met her needs. She had been worrying about this matter these days.

She wanted to pick a good place for her parents so that they would not be disturbed. She really couldn't bear it if her parents' bones were dug up again. However, the Feng Shui master she had consulted these days was full of terminology and all of it was misleading. She was not satisfied with any of the places he picked.

It is so easy to talk to smart people. Fu Lin directly stated his request: "I hope..."