Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

The guard raised his eyes to observe Lin Zhengyuan's expression, and seeing that he looked solemn, he continued: "Shaoqing responded with cautious words, saying that our Yuanma Temple has always followed the court regulations and worked hard to ensure the quantity and quality of war horses.

However, the King of Yan did not seem to be satisfied with this, and he asked in detail about the recent feeding and training of the horses, and even inquired about some details of our internal deployment. "

He swallowed and continued, "Then their voices gradually became lower and it was difficult for me to hear them clearly.

After a long time, Lord Shaoqing escorted His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan out. Both of them looked quite serious.

Before leaving, His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan patted the Shaoqing's shoulder heavily, as if with deep meaning. "

After saying this, the guard knelt on one knee respectfully again with his head lowered.

He looked as if he dared not even breathe, and waited quietly for Lin Zhengyuan's instructions.

The guard was well aware of the importance of this matter, and every word he said might affect the future direction of Yuanma Temple.

The severe cold of deep winter seemed to be slightly suppressed by the tense atmosphere.

The strong wind was still raging outside the government office, blowing the blizzard past.

However, the guard did not feel the slightest bit of coldness. The uneasiness in his heart was like a fire, burning him.

The snow on the guards' bodies had begun to melt slowly in the relatively warm environment inside the yamen.

The crystal clear snow water dripped quietly onto the ground drop by drop along the corners of his slightly worn clothes.

Small splashes of water appeared on the cold stone floor, making a subtle but clear "tick-tick" sound.

In this quiet atmosphere, every sound seemed to strike at everyone's heart.

The officials around Lin Zhengyuan exchanged glances with different expressions.

Some people looked worried, while Su Jingwen, a sixth-rank temple secretary, frowned and fell into deep thought.

Lin Zhengyuan's expression became more solemn, and an elusive worry flashed in his eyes.

"Regarding the Fourth Prince's visit, what do you think?

Everyone, please feel free to speak your mind. I am all ears.”

As Lin Zhengyuan finished speaking, the surroundings fell into a heavy and depressing silence.

The strong wind howled outside the government office, as if trying to break through all obstacles.

But the people in the yamen were completely unaware of this, and everyone was immersed in their own complicated thoughts.

Lin Zhengyuan, the minister of Yuanma Temple, had a frown on his face and a deep look in his eyes, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

The other officials either bowed their heads in thought or looked at each other with serious expressions.

Just when the silence seemed to swallow people up, Su Jingwen was the first to break the slightly awkward atmosphere.

Su Jingwen cleared his throat gently. He was wearing a navy blue official robe.

Against the backdrop of ice and snow, it appears particularly calm.

Su Jingwen clasped his fists slightly and bowed to Lin Zhengyuan, then he said, "Sir, His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan and His Excellency the Shaoqing are having a secret conversation.

The matter involved concerns the Enma Temple and the border war, so there must be a deeper meaning behind it.

In my humble opinion, we must not take it lightly. "

Although his voice was not loud, it was particularly clear in this quiet environment, and every word was filled with caution and worry.

After he finished speaking, Su Jingwen looked up at Lin Zhengyuan.

His eyes were full of exploration and expectation as he waited for Lin Zhengyuan's response.

After listening to Su Jingwen's words, Lin Zhengyuan nodded slightly, then he slowly picked up the tea bowl on the table beside him.

This tea bowl was made in the official kiln of Jingdezhen. It has a delicate texture and is as smooth as jade. The blue and white patterns painted on it are exquisite and elegant.

What was in the bowl was the famous "Phoenix Dan Cong".

The tea soup is bright orange, with steam rising.

It exudes a unique natural floral fragrance, which is clear and long-lasting. Lin Zhengyuan took a sip gently, and the mellow tea soup spread in his mouth.

The mixture of bitterness and sweetness made his tense nerves feel slightly relieved.

Then Lin Zhengyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, savoring the fragrance of the tea, and was about to open his mouth to say something.

Just then, a gust of cold wind carrying snowflakes suddenly rushed into the house.

Everyone subconsciously shrank their necks, then turned their heads to look at the sound, only to see Lin Yuan walking in from outside.

Lin Yuan's body was still covered with snowflakes, and a thin layer of snow had accumulated on his shoulders and the brim of his hat.

As he walked, snowflakes fell.

Although Lin Yuan looked normal, his eyes revealed a hint of complicated emotions.

He first glanced at everyone in the room, his eyes lingered on Lin Zhengyuan for a moment, then he bowed and said, "Sir, colleagues.

I was delayed by some business just now, so I came a little late."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yuan shook off the snow on his body, then slowly walked to his seat and sat down.

Seeing this, Lin Zhengyuan frowned and said, "It should be a spring season with flowers blooming, but the weather outside seems like deep winter, making people feel extremely cold.

If it's just physical cold, I can still bear it.

However, if people's hearts are chilled, no matter how thick the clothes are, it will be difficult to relieve the chill in a short period of time!"

Hearing Lin Zhengyuan's meaningful words, Lin Yuan quickly explained: "Cousin, in fact, His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan came here in person this time, not for official business.

Now he has been appointed by His Majesty as the military supervisor of Shuozhou Guard, specifically responsible for supervising His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin's expedition to Yunnan.

The main reason why I came to our Yuanma Temple this time is to choose a suitable warhorse as a mount."

Lin Zhengyuan said solemnly: "I have emphasized to you many times that you should address officials by their titles when handling official business.

Also, Yuanma Temple is neither yours nor mine; it belongs to the imperial court.

Prince Yan is now in charge of the Embroidered Uniform Guards, a group of demons who kill without blinking an eye!
Besides, whatever you talked about with the Fourth Prince in the reception room has already been reported to me by my spies.

It all depends on whether you treat me as your own and whether you are willing to tell the truth to me."

Lin Yuan pretended to be calm on the surface, but the guilty feeling deep in his heart followed him like a shadow and could not be driven away.

He knew very well that the Jiangnan Lin family was a family with a profound heritage and strict family rules.

Loyalty has always been very important to me, and I will never let off anyone who betrays me.

The Lin family has been passed down for hundreds of years and has strict family rules.

It's like an insurmountable iron rule, engraved in the hearts of every family member.

In the Lin family's view, betrayal of the family is a heinous crime that cannot be tolerated.

Once committed, they will be severely punished.

Now, he was secretly having close contacts with Prince of Yan Zhu Di behind his family's back. This behavior undoubtedly touched the bottom line of his family.

Even if the person he defected to was Prince of Yan Zhu Di, this vassal king who had great power and respected status in the court, it would probably be difficult for him to escape punishment according to his family rules.

After all, although the Prince of Yan is powerful, the Jiangnan Lin family also has deep roots outside the court.

The Lin family has a very high prestige in Jiangnan and has its own set of principles to adhere to.

Lin Yuan knew very well that the family rules were not just for show, but a sharp weapon to maintain the family's dignity and order.

Once it falls, there will be no mercy.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

In the cold of deep winter, the cold sweat reveals a bone-chilling chill.

(End of this chapter)