Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 83

Lin Xiaofeng saw that his teasing had touched Chen Shuguang's last bottom line, so he put away his playful smile at the right time and put on a teasing expression. There was a hint of cunning in his words: "Okay! Congratulations to you, third uncle." , remember, you must go to the square to receive the 'grand prize' tomorrow morning, and I promise to send someone to wait there early to give you a big gift!" As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of whispers around him, and Chen Shuguang His face was full of embarrassment, and his trembling fingers slowly arranged the messy clothes, trying to hide his embarrassment.

However, this old man was a man who had experienced ups and downs after all, and his brief gaffe did not last long. He took a deep breath and slowly adjusted his breathing until the redness on his face faded and his eyes returned to their former calmness and solemnity. He cleared his throat and responded solemnly: "Ahem, I understand what you mean!" As these words fell, everything seemed to have returned to calm, but there was still a subtle tension and tension in the air. Depression is just like the chapters written by poets that are full of tension and conflicts in life.

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In the deep and secret corner of Jin Linfang, Li Yihao sat alone. His face was like a weathered rock, as hard as iron, dignified and cold. Those eyes were like a bottomless ancient well, calm and calm on the surface, but inside there was an undercurrent of worry and determination, like the undercurrent surging under the surface of a lake, containing unspeakable power. Going back to half a month ago, this small place was once a bustling place where all the talented people gathered, but now there are only a few figures sparsely scattered in it. Those once bustling scenes have turned into the smoke and dust of history and disappeared. In the long river of time.

Li Yihao's eyes slowly circulated in the empty hall, looking at the few people with similar ideas in front of him one by one. Their figures flickered in and out of light under the flickering dim candlelight, reflecting a sense of loneliness and perseverance deeply rooted in the bone marrow. Every corner of the shop seemed to be filled with whispers, and the sound of discussion filled the air quietly, just like the drizzle falling on the quiet earth on an autumn night, creating an indescribable loneliness and perseverance.

At this moment, news came from all directions that the opera review activities in North Langfang were unprecedentedly grand. The bustling scene there was like a powerful magnet, attracting countless literati and poets to flock to the heated and boiling world. They were so immersed in the splendor of the opera reviews and the magnificence of the art palace that they forgot the direction of their return and were immersed in the unique joy, enjoying it endlessly and never wanting to leave. In this contrasting situation, Li Yihao's figure becomes increasingly lonely and determined. He is fully aware of his choice and the significance of this persistence, just like the people who insist on this empty hall, even though The world is noisy, but their minds remain independent and sober.

In contrast, the atmosphere in Jin Linfang at the moment is like a pool of stagnant water in the middle of the cold winter night. It is a kind of desolation intertwined with guilt and loneliness, as if a light haze has quietly descended, turning the originally silent space into an almost oppressive one. The rendering is even more bleak. Here, every inch of the air seems to condense the tenacity and persistence of the scholars. They each stick to their own corners, like silent stone monuments, with resolute expressions and determined eyes, completely ignoring the hustle and bustle coming from North Langfang. Those grotesque and breathtaking opera performances.

Li Yihao, deep in his heart, whenever the strange dramas that have been staged in Beilangfang in recent days inadvertently come to mind, a raging fire-like indignation surges in his chest. The flame is hot and painful, like a sharp sword. Penetrating into the deepest part of his soul. He knew that this academic competition had gone beyond the honor and disgrace of a simple place name - Jin Linfang. It was a severe test of self-belief and dignity, and an affirmation of every step on the road to the pursuit of knowledge. A brutal showdown with denial.

If Jin Linfang is defeated again in this competition without smoke but with swords and swords, then this institution that carries the ideals of countless people will be disgraced and become the laughing stock of everyone; and for Li Yihao personally, this is even more important. It means that he will fall into an embarrassing situation that he cannot extricate himself from, like a drowning man struggling in vain in the vast ocean of knowledge. He is surrounded by cold water and boundless darkness, and the solid other shore seems so far away and out of reach. , every strenuous stroke seems to be a desperate struggle before sinking.

"Brothers," Li Yihao stood in the center of the white grass pavilion, his words were like iron and stone clashing, low and powerful, his words were like hammers, every word and every sentence hit everyone's hearts hard, with that serious and deep breath It seemed to have condensed into substance and filled the air. He described the prosperous scene of North Langfang today, comparing it to the prosperity of Jin Linfang, and even revealed a sign of overturning the world and turning the world upside down. Faced with the drastic changes in the world, his expectant eyes swept over everyone, questioning whether they had the foresight and insight.

As soon as the words fell, the entire space fell into a thick silence. This silence was like a frozen lake, and even the air seemed to be stagnant, losing the courage to flow. Although everyone's faces still maintained the tranquility and calmness, their hearts were like rivers tumbling, and their thoughts were ups and downs. Day after day, they studied scriptures in this white-grass pavilion far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, immersed in the quiet life of the years. Over time, they had no interest in setting foot in Beilangfang, which was full of wandering sounds and billowing red dust, let alone experienced it personally. Its bustling and bustling thoughts.

And in that majestic capital city, which carries endless wisdom and power struggles, Ji Xuannong is like a lurking old fox, with a pair of deep and cunning eyes, shining with a sharp light that understands everything. He is good at capturing information from changes in micro-expressions and emotional fluctuations, and his ability to observe words and emotions is as perfect as an eagle's gaze, unstoppable. At this moment, he secretly rejoiced in his heart and looked around leisurely. The faces that were either fiery and passionate, or deep and reserved, had nothing to hide under his eyes as clear as autumn water. He broke the silence calmly, with a low but clear voice: "Did you hear this? Recently, the Jingjiang ticket incident in North Langfang triggered a storm that swept the whole city. There was a lot of public opinion. Someone must be taking advantage of this turbulent wave. Quietly harvesting abundant fruits in the dark.”

After that brief and profound silence, Ji Xuannong's words were like a sudden gust of wind, carrying a bit of hot and expectant emotions, spreading and spreading in the air. His eyes were shining like a hunter seeing an unexplored treasure in a dense jungle. In that flash of light, he proposed a new idea: "Why don't we follow the trend and imitate the popular lottery method?" , use this as a plowshare to dig deep into the veins of wealth hidden in the world? Just imagine, if we can really open up the channel for the flow of gold and silver, and let the silver roll in like a river overflowing, wouldn't our ancient city have to Will it be full of vitality and vitality like never before?" These words were like a stone thrown into the heart of a quiet lake, stirring up endless ripples in circles, impacting everyone's hearts magnificently, causing them to Falling into endless fantasies and longings for the future.

However, in this boiling ideological craze, Li Yihao, a character who has always been known for his calmness and restraint, did not dance with Ji Xuanrong's enthusiasm. His face was as calm as ever, and his calmness seemed like the bark of an old camphor tree that had gone through many vicissitudes of life. Although he had been baptized by wind and rain, he always maintained a detached and tranquil attitude. In his bottomless eyes, he seemed to have already penetrated the complex laws and invisible shackles behind the changes in the world. He was not in a hurry to respond to Ji Xuanrong's proposal, but slowly opened his lips and spoke every word. They all seem to have been honed from the long river of time: "This so-called lottery is not a game that ordinary people can easily get involved in. It is actually a symbol of privileges chartered by the imperial power. On this issue, I have a conservative attitude and think we should Enough is enough and there is no need to delve into it too much." Although his voice was as steady as a gurgling stream, it contained an indestructible power, like a rock standing in the wind and rain. No matter how noisy the outside world was, he always adhered to his principles. Stand still.

In the capital city, the secret of the huge profits from the No. 1 lottery is like the clouds and smoke left after a strong storm. It not only envelops every crack in the rubble, but also penetrates into every corner of the streets, teahouses and restaurants. Whether they were traffickers or lackeys or dignitaries, everyone was talking about this matter, and everyone was familiar with it. However, behind the hustle and bustle of this bustling city, there is a more tortuous and profound story hidden.

Lin Xiaofeng was as shrewd and cunning as a fox, as alert and ruthless as a wolf. With his unique vision and skills, he had an insight into the grandeur behind this seemingly ordinary transaction long before others were aware of it. With his sharp eyes, he has already firmly grasped this money game in his hands, building an exclusive fortress that cannot be shaken by others. He is like a wise man quietly observing the chess game, watching the chaos of the world with a smile, and firmly grasping the victory invisibly.

Li Yihao is a character full of inner contradictions. For this way of instantaneous accumulation of wealth, he yearns for it like a traveler in the desert yearning for an oasis. He has both uncontrollable impulse and enthusiasm, and a clear understanding - this The entanglements of interests are complicated, and one's own strength is like a lonely boat breaking through the waves, unable to resist the torrent impact of the real world. Therefore, that blazing longing could only be buried deep in his heart, just like the distant and brilliant glow on the horizon. Although it was shining, it was out of reach. It could only be reflected in the depths of his heart and become An endless regret and melancholy, like a magnificent picture painted on the wall of the soul, elusive and out of reach.

At this moment, Ji Xuanrong, a man with a mind as deep as the sea, was immersed in his vast thoughts. His brows were like a corner of rice paper moistened with thick ink, quietly wrinkled, and those delicate and subtle movements rippled the magnificent ripples in his inner world in circles. His walking posture is steady and slow. Every step seems to be tracing the invisible strings intertwined with the people's livelihood and the national economy. Every footprint seems to be using calm and restrained strength to accurately measure the gap between reality and ideals. The width of the gap between.

His figure moves slowly in the light and shadow, and the thoughtfulness and determination in his steps are like a philosopher who is well versed in world affairs, silently interpreting his care and concern for the people of the world. Finally, he spoke, and his voice was like a cold mountain spring, clear and powerful, and full of calm analysis and incomparable tenacity: "The country under your rule is now a blessed place for the people to live and work in peace and contentment. The accumulated development achievements over time are indeed hard-won, and every inch of land is soaked in the crystallization of sweat and wisdom. However, if you want to reach new heights in a short period of time, it will be like climbing to the sky and grasping the moon. What a formidable challenge you will face. ah.

The prosperous scene that North Langfang presents today seems to be very lively, but in fact it is a superficial prosperity temporarily created by relying on some expedient ways of amassing wealth. Although the wealth accumulated in this way has been invested in major projects related to people's livelihood, such as repairing bridges, repairing roads, and establishing water conservancy projects, in this silent enlightenment drama that profoundly changes people's hearts and moisturizes things, it has not yet been fully realized. I have never seen any substantive cultural construction. The local folk customs still maintain a rough and primitive appearance, and the atmosphere of ignorance is still as strong as before, like a haze that cannot be easily dissipated. "

His words flow with deep worries, but are also full of expectations for the future. They are like a low-pitched song, revealing the contradictions and conflicts behind social changes, and also revealing a writer's understanding of the deep-seated issues of the country and the nation. Unique insights and thinking.

He then threw out a chess piece that contained wisdom. In his eyes as deep as the sea of ​​stars, the light of the pearl of wisdom in his hand was like a shining star, dancing in his pupils. Although his words were soft, they were as profound as a bell, and he said: "As we all know, the Holy Father has always had subtle objections to Buddhism. He believed that the monks stayed away from worldly affairs, did not engage in farming and weaving, and consumed the precious resources of the country and society. .And in the bustling and noisy Dongdifang, a new eminent monk named Master Wu was like the scorching sun in the sky. His fame quickly spread across the earth, and he was worshiped and respected by all people.

I would like to make a bold suggestion here. Why not invite this enlightened master who has studied Buddhism deeply to go to the quiet and solemn Baima Temple in North Langfang to hold an unprecedented Buddhist teaching conference and promote Buddhist teachings with great power? Within a few days, those people in Beilangfang who are still in a state of ignorance will surely come to listen to the teachings like ants following the poison and bees chasing honey.

On the surface, this move seems to be a grand spread of Buddhism, but in fact it contains a mysterious strategy, like an undercurrent surging under the abyss. Once those people living on the poverty line are deeply immersed in the compassion and wisdom of Buddhism, they will become more pious and indifferent to fame and fortune, focusing on inner cultivation and good deeds. In this way, the phenomenon of the poor getting poorer will appear dramatically in just one month, forming a vivid social picture.

At that time, when you are in the court, you will hold an unstoppable sword of reasons and arguments in your hands. You can wield it freely in the face of any questioning voice or sharp questioning, and it is indestructible and convincing. "

Among the noisy crowds, a few passionate and upright young people heard about this seemingly clever but actually extremely cunning plan. Their expressions experienced changes in an instant, as if they were in an uncertain sky, with a hint of embarrassment. And helplessness quietly climbed onto their resolute cheeks like the first autumn frost, and the desolation was like the autumn wind blowing through the dead leaves, causing waves of sad echoes. This strategy aroused strong resonance in their hearts, like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts. They compared it to: when others concentrate on studying knowledge and sweat like rain, these villains do not compete to see who is more diligent and hardworking. Instead, they take pleasure in trampling on other people's wisdom and tearing up the fruits of other people's hard work. This kind of behavior is so despicable that it makes people's teeth chill.

Faced with such a situation, these young people are filled with shame and self-examination. They are determined not to join in the same trend, let alone spend their lives with those people who are just trying to get along with others. So, under the intertwining gazes of countless pairs of eyes, like the focus of thousands of searchlights, they chose to retreat silently from this place of right and wrong, and their figures gradually melted into the waves of the crowd, as if they were thrown into the lake one by one. Although the pebbles caused brief ripples, they quickly returned to calm.

Their departure left behind their firm belief in justice and conscience, which was a symbol of their straight spines and independent souls; they also left behind a series of deep sighs, which were their feelings about the declining morality of the world and the sluggishness of the human heart. emotions and worries. However, it is this perseverance and sigh that makes their backs look taller, just like the characters in the poet's works who are struggling in suffering and contradiction, vividly interpreting the light and darkness in human nature, and in their unique way, It is deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone who witnesses this scene.

Li Yihao, at this moment, was examining the scene of human joys and sorrows that was unfolding in front of him with cold and deep eyes. His face was like an uncarved cold pool. It was calm and traceless on the surface, but in fact it was unfathomable. No matter how bizarre the world around him was and how complex the people were, they could not be reflected on his expressionless face as if made of iron. It stirred up a ripple. Faced with the hustle and bustle of this world, he chose to retreat behind the scenes and become a taciturn bystander. Without saying a word, he simply stared deeply at the passage of time in this vast world with a silent and firm attitude. The world flows and interprets, as if he is the only watcher who can understand the secrets of time.

However, when Ji Xuanrong slowly revealed the unique wisdom of Master Wufeng, Li Yihao, who was originally as silent as the bottom of a lake, quietly had subtle ripples in his heart, like the spring breeze ruffling a pool of spring water. Although this person named Wu Wu Shi Shi was as distant and unfamiliar to him as the rising crescent moon, and even before that, he had never had the pleasure to hear the echo of this name in the world. But at this moment, this name is like a meteor that suddenly cuts through the night sky. Although it is short-lived and fleeting, it has carved a unique and profound mark on Li Yihao's heart, making his inner world no longer calm in an instant, but It is full of curiosity and enthusiasm for the unknown. In the bustling crowd, a melodious voice like a narrative interlude sounded at the right time. This voice was like a delicate carving knife, carving the image of Master Wu into a more three-dimensional and fuller shape. Someone in the crowd narrated the story of Master Wu Feng, a distinguished monk who had risen like a star at dawn in Dongdifang recently. When it comes to the depth and breadth of Buddhist meditation, no one can stand shoulder to shoulder with Master Wu. His wisdom is like the ocean, profound and unfathomable. In particular, the consecration and blessing ceremony that he personally hosted, despite the high fees, became famous in an instant, like a spring breeze passing by, spreading to every corner of the world in an instant.

There was once a vulgar madman who spoke harshly to Master Wu and even insulted him with his spit. However, the master faced such humiliation without changing his face and took it calmly. His calm and indifferent expression seemed to ignore all the dirt in the world and only saw him. After gently brushing away the dirt, he improvised a splash of ink and created the popular "Small Food Pond". The exquisitely written article was like a sharp sword, which penetrated deeply into the heart of the wild man, causing him heartache. He finally repented and reformed, and embarked on a long journey to wash away the lead and cleanse the soul. Since then, countless believers have come like a tide, eager to bathe in the baptism of the Buddha's Dharma that saves all sentient beings, and looking forward to receiving the blessings of enlightenment and liberation.

Regarding the appearance of Master Wufeng, people have this description circulating: His face is compassionate and approachable, and his eyes are as soft as autumn water. It seems that just one glance is enough to make the waves in people's hearts return to the tranquil and peaceful lake. . Although his body was disabled, his mental strength was as hard as stone. No matter what worldly cynicism, hardships and hardships he faced, he could always be as stable as Mount Tai and unmoved by the outside world. What is even more admirable is that all the property collected by Master Wu Feng was not used privately, but was invested in the repair and construction of the ancient temple, making this weather-beaten ancient temple shine day after day. A solemn and majestic new appearance.

Nowadays, if you want to be lucky enough to see the true appearance of Master Enlightenment, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to catch the stars. It is out of reach but still fascinating. These scenes are like a vivid picture. In people's word-of-mouth transmission, they increasingly demonstrate the extraordinary personality charm and unfathomable Buddhist cultivation of Master Wu Feng.

After Li Yihao listened to those powerful words, his eyes, which were usually as deep as ancient wells, were usually calm, but at this moment, they seemed to have been thrown into a stone, causing ripples in circles. It was a pair of eminent monks. Wu Wu's sincere admiration quietly revealed. His eyes were like a bronze mirror that had gone through vicissitudes of life, clearly and profoundly reflecting a self-judgment in his inner world: his earlier frivolous speculations and arbitrary conclusions about unknown things were undoubtedly based on his own shallow knowledge as a mold. Others force themselves into it, thus underestimating Master Wu Wu’s extraordinary cultivation and boundless spiritual realm. This is undoubtedly a great disrespect for others and a narrow reflection of the limitations of one’s own cognition.

So in this flash of inspiration, Li Yihao slowly lowered his head. The movement of lowering his head was steady and powerful, as if he could handle it calmly under a heavy burden. The deep recognition and appreciation contained in it was like the heavy earth carrying the growth of all things. . He slowly turned his gaze to Ji Xuanrong across from him. His gaze was like a hot iron, accurately and firmly imprinting on the other person in the silent lobby. Every look struck the heart like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning.

"Ji Xuanrong," Li Yihao's voice was low and magnetic, with solemnity and majesty wrapped in his words, "I look at you differently today. The talents and conduct you have shown make me feel gratified and even surprised. Today's matter is related to the safety of the country and the well-being of the people. I have decided to entrust you with an important task - to personally invite Master Dewuwu to come to the White Horse Temple. Do you have enough confidence and determination to take on this matter?" After the words fell, people in the lobby The air seemed a bit thicker.

Hearing this, Ji Xuanrong's face instantly experienced the changing process of the melting winter snow and the blowing spring breeze, from the initial shock to the fleeting confusion, and finally bloomed into the flower of ecstasy. He hurriedly bowed his hands and saluted. His action was both solemn and humble as an official should. The tears flickering in the corners of his eyes silently expressed his inner gratitude: "Your Excellency loves this official so much. It is really a blessing for Ji Xuanrong throughout his life. Fortunately, even Alas! I will do my best, with courage and determination, to live up to the heavy trust and expectations placed on you by your Excellency. I vow to complete this important mission that entrusts the expectations and honors of countless people, even if I go through fire and water. !”

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The proceeds from the lottery are like a continuous spring rain, silently gathering in Lin Xiaofeng's heart, nourishing an ambition to carry out earth-shaking changes in his homeland. The land of Yangqu in the past has now transformed into a prosperous corner of North Langfang. The roads that were originally full of mud and bumps were completely replaced by thick and solid stone slabs. This was a huge project that cost a lot of money and required a lot of manpower. project. Lin Xiaofeng, with compassion in mind, recruited the poor people in the city and provided work for relief. This not only relieved the poor people at the bottom of their lives, but also effectively promoted the pace of community construction.

In the streets and alleys, various public facilities are gradually being completed like stars. The brand-new cast-iron trash cans are arranged in an orderly manner on the roadside. They carry the trivial matters of life and are used for people to discard debris. There are also benches carefully carved from bluestone, which stand silently on the roadside, providing a shelter from the wind for passers-by. Rain, a little space to rest. He further penetrated into the texture of the square and carried out comprehensive and meticulous renovation work on the criss-crossing drainage ditches. Even the moats that flowed around the city underwent rigorous and thorough renovation and cleaning one by one.

At this moment, the rainy season is approaching, and the sky is like an inkstone that has not been cleaned before dawn, pouring abundant rain like a grand symphony between heaven and earth. Lin Xiaofeng held the weather records of the past years in his hand, and pages of yellowed paper flew between his fingers. Every wrinkle seemed to be engraved with memories of the years. He is well aware that in this unpredictable rainy season, whether it is a violent storm or a continuous drizzle, waterways will inevitably suffer from siltation and blockage, which will lead to hidden dangers of flood disasters. Faced with such a trivial yet crucial matter, he knew that he could not be sloppy or slack in the slightest. Only by carefully guarding every inch of land could he ensure that this home that he had transformed with his own hands could safely survive the baptism of every rainy season.

Within the palace wall, the terrain rises majestically, like the back of a giant. The exquisite and rigorous drainage system is like the blood and meridians on a giant's body, flowing with traces of wisdom and time. It is carefully cared for and always maintained efficient and smooth, without too much worry. However, in comparison, the outer city area is a completely different picture. In the ditches, dead branches and leaves are piled up like mountains, and the sediment is like sleeping giants. If it is not cleaned and dredged regularly, it will be like rotten wood stuck in the hole. , once the accumulated water overflows, it will cause a sudden and unexpected flood disaster in an instant.

After all the matters related to urban reconstruction and maintenance were arranged, Lin Xiaofeng had the opportunity to steal a moment of leisure from the busy life. He knows very well that the complicated and trivial daily administrative affairs are like the dust of life, insignificant but indispensable. Therefore, he handed over this important task to his assistant Li Dexian. This capable young man seemed to be a sharply sharpened sword, able to deal with all matters big and small with ease.

Day after day, Li Dexian's figure shuttles between busy government affairs, like a never-ending top, spinning rapidly but without losing its stability. Lin Xiaofeng watched all this quietly, his eyes full of sincere appreciation and admiration for this young talent. What he saw was the prince-like high morale and vitality in Li Dexian. It seemed that every movement and every word contained infinite power and determination. Just like the rising sun, it was releasing fiery energy every moment. Passionate and quick to act, people are amazed.

Whether he is facing mountains of documents or dealing with emergencies, Li Dexian has won people's respect for his meticulous, eager and efficient style of doing things. His existence, like that ray of sunshine, not only illuminates his own path forward, but also brings light and hope to the people around him, making people deeply moved and full of confidence and expectation for the rise of the younger generation.

As the final day of reckoning for the fateful gamble approached in March, Lin Xiaofeng lay peacefully deep in the shaded courtyard of his home, like a wandering crane reclusive in the world. The courtyard was so quiet that it was almost silent. Only a few birdsong melodiously penetrated the dense leaves. This natural sound was like a pastoral poem woven by nature itself, rippling leisurely in the air.

A small square wooden table is leaning against the green bamboo bushes. On it is simmering a pot of clear and green tea, like the first spring water. The steaming water vapor is swirling and swirling, carrying the deep fragrance of the tea leaves. Permeated in the quiet courtyard, together with the surrounding scenery, it forms an ink painting with profound artistic conception. The tea served on the table is a plate of freshly baked peach sweet cakes. The color is golden and brilliant, as if coated with the afterglow of the sunset. The fragrant aroma is wafting around. Lin Xiaofeng has almost tasted it all, leaving only the last piece of sweet cake. It still shimmers with an alluring golden luster, revealing a sweet allure that has not dissipated.

Just when the tranquility of this school was about to solidify into eternity, a rapid and loud shout suddenly sounded outside the door: "Mr. Lin! Is Mr. Lin still in the house at this moment?" This voice was like a shocking voice. It was Li Dexian's unique voice. It's powerful and powerful enough to go through walls and hit the softest part of people's hearts. Lin Xiaofeng responded immediately when he heard the voice. He heard his voice before he saw him. Then he heard footsteps coming from far and near like a strong wind and rain. He saw Li Dexian hurriedly walked into the courtyard door. Before he could stand still, his sharp and sharp figure... His hound-like nose had already captured the fragrant sweet fragrance floating in the air, and his eyes were then drawn to the last piece of sweet cake that Lin Xiaofeng was holding tightly in his hand. There was a trace of imperceptible curiosity and suspicion in his eyes, and he asked: "Mr. Lin, this piece of delicacy in your hand is such a delicacy that it can exude such a mellow and intoxicating sweet smell?"

Faced with Li Dexian's inquiry, Lin Xiaofeng did not respond eagerly. Instead, he chose to slowly bite off the ordinary pastry in his hand with an almost ritualistic movement, letting the deep sweet fragrance bloom leisurely in his mouth. Like a waltz on the tip of the tongue. His eyes flowed gently, and Li Dexian's figure was reflected in the waves. The smile at the corner of his mouth was subtle and deep, as if he had mixed the pain and joy of the years. The chewing movement instantly solidified between his lips and teeth, as if he was chewing the food carefully. It is not just the sweetness of pastries, but also the delicate charm and mellowness of life.

He slowly raised an eyebrow. There were endless stories and sophistication in his movements, and his words followed, mixed with a hint of joking and casual indifference: "This is just a common pastry for common people. If your Highness doesn't think so, It’s humble, would you like to taste the worldly taste of it together?”

At this moment, three deep lines quietly appeared on Li Dexian's forehead, as eye-catching as knife carvings, indicating the dissatisfaction and astonishment surging deep in his heart. He secretly sighed in his heart: "How could there be such a stingy person in the world, even a piece of cake?" I can't bear to share it!" However, he still maintained the calmness and calmness of a nobleman, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. What he said was the nobility and sophistication that he had experienced through vicissitudes of life: "I I have traveled around the world for many years and tasted delicacies from all over the world. I am here today not to satisfy my appetite, but because I have something urgent to discuss."

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, the sly smile quietly appeared at the corner of his mouth, like an elf dancing in the sun. The joking and free and easy meaning spread out like ripples, rendering the entire facial expression vivid and full of meaning. The light in his eyes flickered on the last piece of sweet cake, and then he decisively stuffed it into his mouth. Along with the rhythm of chewing, his voice also rose and fell, and every friction between his teeth and the sweet cake seemed to be for him. His words beat the drumbeat of humor: "Now that His Highness is here, I am afraid that nothing difficult in this world can escape your discerning eyes, right?"

When Li Dexian saw this scene, his heart suddenly felt like a burning fire, and he was extremely anxious. His figure flashed quickly, and he took a quick and powerful step in the room. The step was like a hammer hitting the heart, and every time he set foot, it shook the anxious mood. His speaking speed became as dense as a barrage as his emotions rose, and his words seemed to be pushed out by invisible forces, and he continued: "Oh, I was accidentally unaware of the recent changes in the market. A strange situation happened. Look at the sparse crowds in the streets and the desolate and deserted scene. It was only today that I got the clues from the reports from my subordinates and suddenly woke up. It turns out that the people in the city flocked to the White Horse Temple one after another. Recently, many eminent monks gathered in the temple to discuss Taoism. One of them, Master Wu Fang, was particularly eye-catching and attracted countless good men and women. They donated money generously, even at the expense of all their wealth. To get a glimpse of this eminent monk. However, what is even more worrying is that most of the people who worship are ordinary people who live a hard life and have no money at home. They would rather starve themselves than save their meager income. Donate the money to the temple. This kind of behavior, I am afraid that it will arouse His Majesty’s dissatisfaction and suspicion, which will lead to unpredictable consequences.”

Li Dexian's face was like a solemn and gloomy picture, and his solemn expression was infiltrated with deep worry. His words seemed to come from the depths of history, and his words conveyed a deep insight into reality: "My father has always been disgusted with those monks who did not do farming but only chanted sutras and worshiped Buddha. This feeling has been as long as The old wine brewed is getting stronger and stronger, and he has already planned to eliminate them. Imagine that if His Majesty comes to the workshop in person in a few days and witnesses this scene of monks ignoring the suffering of the people, it will undoubtedly be a catastrophic event. The bad situation is enough to shake people's hearts and may even shake the foundation of the imperial court."

At this time, Lin Xiaofeng, who was leisurely drinking tea at the side, had a wrinkle of doubt quietly appearing between his eyebrows, like ripples on the surface of a lake. With an almost ritualistic movement, he slowly put down the still warm tea cup in his hand. The aroma of tea filled the air and intertwined with his thoughts. He pondered for a moment, and his voice was low but clear: "The environmental protection team has a large number of people and maintains strict patrols day and night. Why have we not noticed such changes until today?"

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