Don’t Show the Son

Department of Rites.

Lin Xiu was discussing with the Minister of Rituals about the candidate for a show girl. Naturally, not everyone is qualified to choose a concubine for the emperor. Only women from powerful families can become show girls.

The current identity of the pretty widow is the younger sister of the newly promoted Uncle Zhong Yong, and she barely has the qualifications to be shortlisted.

At a certain moment, Lin Xiu, who was sifting out the qualifications of the female show, suddenly raised her head and looked at the bird that had landed on a tree outside the window.

For places Lin Xiu cared more about, such as Lin's house, Ewha Garden, Prince's Mansion, and the pretty widow's steamed stuffed bun shop, he arranged for a few birds to keep an eye on them. If there was anything unusual about these places, they would fly back to the new house and tell The parrot, the parrot that knew his movements, would notify him as soon as possible.

A few bird calls came from her ears, Lin Xiu immediately closed the roster in her hand, and said to the Minister of Etiquette, "I still have some things. We will discuss tomorrow about the list of beautiful women."

After speaking, he strode out of the Ministry of Rites.

A moment later, Ewha Garden.

Before Lin Xiu could reach the theater building, she saw two figures coming out from a distance. They were Zhao Lingjun and Caiyi with a blushing face. Caiyi was carrying a burden on her body.

The guests who came out of the Ewha Garden were still discussing with emotion.

"I'm afraid we won't be able to hear Caiyi girl singing in the future."

"A woman like Ms. Zhao is really generous. She would take the initiative to take a concubine for her husband."

"How many lifetimes of virtue has accumulated to marry such a lady?"

"Why do you think I can't meet such a wife?"

"What are you talking about, you still want to take a concubine, you want to take a concubine, unless my mother is dead!"

...

Lin Xiu received too much information in a short period of time, and Lin Xiu stood there, unable to recover for a long time.

Zhao Lingjun walked up to Lin Xiu with her colored clothes in her arms, and said softly, "Go back and talk about it."

It wasn't until returning to the wedding residence that Lin Xiu realized that Zhao Lingjun brought Caiyi from Lihuayuan?

What does she mean?

In the courtyard, Lin Xiu looked at Zhao Lingjun and asked, "Are you..."

Zhao Lingjun put Caiyi's hand in his, and said calmly: "I once owed you a bridal chamber, and now I will pay you back. From now on, you and I will owe nothing, how about it?"

Lin Xiu now begins to believe that doing good deeds may really be rewarded.

Otherwise, how could he marry a woman like Zhao Lingjun? Now he doesn't even have to go through the test of his parents, and he doesn't have to ask the dog emperor to marry him. Since they walked in through that door, Caiyi is the girl here One of the masters.

She even arranged these for him.

Lin Xiu held Caiyi's hand and said to Zhao Lingjun, "I don't want to thank you for your kindness. If you can use me in the future, just ask. As long as I can do it, I will definitely not refuse."

Zhao Lingjun didn't say anything else, just said: "I'm going back to my room to practice, you guys talk."

After finishing speaking, she turned and left, leaving space for Lin Xiu and Caiyi.

Lin Xiu and Caiyi came to her room, Caiyi held Lin Xiu's hand, leaned against Lin Xiu's arms, and whispered softly, "I feel like I'm dreaming..."

Lin Xiu actually felt a little dreamy.

After Zhao Lingjun came forward, all the problems were no longer a problem.

Then he looked at Caiyi and asked softly, "What's going on today?"

After hearing what happened today, Lin Xiu's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The pretty widow has nothing to do with him, he will not do too dangerous things for other people's women.

But he dared to think wrongly about Caiyi, even if he was Zhang San, so what?

Killing him is nothing more than spending more thought.

Having fought many times with such rich and powerful children, Lin Xiu understood their characters very well.

They are lawless and persistent.

If there is a first time, there must be a second time.

The same is true for the prince.

Want them to stop unless they die.

If the prince can't kill him, can't he kill Zhang San?

There is only a thousand days to be a thief, but there is no thousand days to guard against a thief.

He just wants to avoid future troubles forever.

...

Dingguo government office.

Today Zhang Jing said that he would invite a famous actress to come to the mansion to sing an opera, but later he also invited an opera troupe. The singing was not bad, but not as good as he boasted.

"Third brother, I know you want to show off, but you also use some snacks."

"What is this singing about? It's the general theater level."

"To be honest, I'm tired of listening..."

Zhang Jing returned to his other courtyard and sat in the courtyard with a blank expression.

His original plan was completely destroyed by Zhao Lingjun. If he hadn't found a troupe later and hired a famous actor, his family would probably think that he was playing tricks on his grandfather.

What happened in the past few days made him a little unaccustomed.

First there was Lin Xiu, and then there was Zhao Lingjun.

None of them, husband and wife, put the Zhang family in their eyes.

Even the old woman in the theater troupe dared to disobey him again and again. Those who didn't know it thought that the Zhang family had fallen.

He let out a breath slowly, his chest still unsteady.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Jing waved to a guard at the gate of the courtyard, and the middle-aged man walked over immediately, and listened to him whispering a few words.

...

It was late at night.

Caiyi and Zhao Lingjun lived in the wedding residence tonight, but Lin Xiu was not with them.

He still has work to do.

Living in the same house as Zhao Lingjun, he couldn't hide anything from her, and she couldn't let her know what he was going to do.

Lin Xiu sat at the desk, waiting patiently. After an unknown amount of time, a bird passed by in the night sky and landed on the desk in front of him.

Lin Xiu raised her eyebrows: "One left?"

Zhang Jing lives in a courtyard of his own tonight, and the guards in that courtyard are also very strict. The most difficult thing to deal with are the two guards who are at the peak of the lower realm around him. The strong ones at the upper level fight together.

With his current strength, it is impossible to force his way.

But for some reason, now that the curfew time has passed, a guard next to Zhang Jing suddenly left his side without knowing where he was going. This created an opportunity for Lin Xiu invisibly.

Lingyin and Qin Wan had already fallen asleep, Lin Xiu blew out the lights, and the room was completely dark.

The wind is very strong tonight, and the blowing leaves are rustling. Zhang Jing is sitting in the room, waiting for the guard to come back. Tomorrow morning, the news that a certain troupe master of a small theater has died suddenly at home should spread in a small area. .

At the door of his room, there were several guards on duty, and the ground-level old man was in the room next to him.

Because of that frenzied Tiandaomeng, the guards around him are not weak, even if they are at the upper level of the earth, they can barely resist for a while.

At a certain moment, the wind blowing through the courtyard had a slight movement, but no one, including this old man, was able to perceive this slight wind movement with their cultivation base.

Zhang Jing picked up an apple on the plate, and slowly peeled off the peel.

Suddenly, the expression on his face changed from sober to confused.

He put down the apple, and held the dagger that was peeling the apple with both hands, with the tip of the knife facing inward, slowly approaching his heart.

The moment the dagger pierced his chest, the severe pain made Zhang Jing wake up immediately. He wanted to pull out the dagger, but found that his hands were not under his control at all, and were still pushing into the body.

He shouted instinctively, but his upper and lower jaws seemed to be squeezed by a huge force, and he couldn't open them at all. After piercing the dagger into his heart with both hands, he turned the dagger vigorously, and his eyes suddenly opened Big, pupils are gradually dilated...

In the next room, the old man lying on the ground floor seemed to be in a deep sleep, but his eyes suddenly opened at a certain moment.

Across the wall, the third young master hadn't heard anything for a long time.

He walked out of the room, came to the door of Zhang Jing's room, knocked on the door, and asked, "Third young master, are you asleep?"

No one responded to him. He tried to push the door, but the door was locked from the inside. He called the third young master a few more times, but no one in the room responded. The old man pushed hard, and the door bolt snapped.

He strode into the room, looked at Zhang Jing, who was sitting on a chair, thrusting a dagger into his heart, out of breath, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he stood there dumbfounded.

The guards who followed him in were also dumbfounded.

"Master..."

"The young master committed suicide!"

The few people were at a loss for a moment. They were Zhang Jing's bodyguards, responsible for protecting his safety, but he committed suicide alone in the room. Who can stop him?

The old man's face was pale. He knew that Zhang Jing couldn't have committed suicide. Who the hell could kill Zhang Jing silently in a closed room without even noticing anything unusual...

But none of that matters anymore.

No matter what the reason was, it couldn't change the fact that Zhang Jing was dead.

As a bodyguard, he couldn't shirk his responsibility.

With the Zhang family's usual style, he will definitely be buried with Zhang Jing.

The old man glanced at the guards in the room, and said in a deep voice: "If you don't want to die, please keep your voice down. Third Young Master is dead. None of us can live. As if nothing happened. After dawn, the first time There is still a way out of the city..."

Several guards looked at each other and silently exited the room.

They understand the Zhang family's behavior style very well. If they escape, there is still a chance of life. If they don't escape, they will really die.

After a while, the old man stood in the yard, feeling a little anxious.

That guy was sent away by Zhang Jing on an errand, he had to wait here for him to come back, the two of them would go together when the time came, the chance of escaping would be greater.

With the power of the Zhang family, Da Xia couldn't stay longer, but with their strength, it was a good choice to enter Yunshan and go all the way north to Da Luo.

At this time, Lihuayuan.

A figure quietly crossed the courtyard wall and landed in the backyard.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, and heard the sound of steady breathing from many rooms above the attic.

These breathing sounds can be light or heavy, urgent or slow. For a strong person like them, just by breathing, they can tell whether they are male or female, old or young.

With a light leap, the middle-aged man jumped onto the window of a certain room. He climbed through the window and was about to approach the head of the bed when an old woman's voice suddenly came from his ear.

"It's not easy to come out and mess around, why bother to kill them all..."

The sound exploded right next to his ears, and he couldn't hear anything for a moment. Immediately afterwards, blood flowed from his eyes, ears, and nostrils, and his consciousness gradually became blurred...