Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 457: Naughty Chicken Xia Lin
In fact, after beating someone up yesterday, Xia Lin felt that he was quite wrong. The Japs at the moment were actually okay. They were in the stage of crazy worship of the suzerain country. And although he had never had any serious contact with the Japs, there were actually Japs in Fuliang, and quite a few of them, about four to five caravans, with a size of more than two hundred people.

But he didn’t know why he got so carried away yesterday. He analyzed it for a long time and felt that it was very likely that his faith and beliefs had been shaken.

In other words, he gradually adapted to the life of a high caste and gradually developed a kind of aimless recklessness. This is wrong, as it will lead him to absolute revisionism. Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, but arrogance is.

Xia Lin felt that he was becoming arrogant.

It was raining heavily today. He sat in front of the window and wrote a 3,000-word self-criticism in his small brown paper notebook. He was not reviewing that he had fought the Japanese but that his faith had been shaken.

Although it was not yet dusk, the sky was gloomy and rain was pouring outside the window. A damp and cold wind blew, bringing with it the smell of burning wood.

When the mind is calm, the eyes become clear. At this moment, Xia Lin suddenly understood a Buddhist verse that he had never understood before - the mountain is not moving and the water is not flowing, but in fact it is just the anxiety in the heart.

"I saw you sitting here for a long time, with a sad face, so I came to see you."

The princess came to the window and leaned on the window frame to look at Xia Lin: "What's the matter? Because you beat the envoy? This is harmless, just a Japanese slave, you should not care about it."

"No." Xia Lin reached out and pinched the princess's face. "It doesn't matter if we beat the devils. What really makes me uncomfortable is my own arrogance. Oh, it's really hard. It's really hard to integrate knowledge and action. It's really hard to be a saint. It's really hard to be famous at a young age."

"Shouldn't we be reckless when we are young?"

"No." Xia Lin shook his head: "Others can be frivolous, but I can't. I still have things to do, a lot of things. If I don't correct myself immediately, one day, I will become the evil dragon I want to slay, and there will be no turning back."

After saying that, Xia Lin stood up. The princess asked quickly, "What are you doing?"

"Prepare something and apologize."

The princess walked quickly into the room and asked, "Then what is your excuse for apologizing?"

"I mistook him for an enemy, but later found out he wasn't my enemy." Xia Lin began to rummage in the box.

"Your enemies are also Japanese slaves?"

"Ah."

Xia Lin did not make any explanation, but that was the case. Fourteen comrades died there. It can be said that he was irreconcilable with the Japs, but the problem was that the cause and effect at that time had nothing to do with the current reality. The Japs were not those Japs, and he even had a chance to prevent them from ever becoming Japs again.

In this case, his hatred now seemed a little unwarranted.

"No, you can't apologize." The princess held his hand and said, "Just pretend nothing happened. Let it become an unsolved case. I will give them some compensation."

"Okay, I'll follow your arrangements."

"That's good." The princess hugged Xia Lin's waist from behind: "Take a nap first, I'll call you later."

"Ah."

After the princess left, Xia Lin sat in the room, took out his mobile phone and started reading Selected Works of Mao Zedong. This was his habit over the years. Whenever he encountered practical difficulties and unresolved problems, he would read Selected Works of Mao Zedong. Then he would find that no matter what the difficulties were, there were methods and answers in the book.

Every time after watching it, he would feel his energy level was full. You know, no matter when, where or under what circumstances, how terrifying the power is when someone says to you, "Little kid, you've done a good job, don't be anxious, take your time."

After fully charging, it was almost time for the dinner. When the princess came to find Xia Lin, she was shocked. He was wearing a fourth-grade Qilin brocade robe and a woven python skirt. He looked as formal as possible, and when he sat there, it felt like he was going to kill someone as soon as he opened his eyes.

"What are you doing? You've even put on your sword?"

"I am a military commander, so it is both reasonable and logical for me to carry a sword."

The princess walked around him twice and said, "But you are too conspicuous."

"The fourth-rank inspector of the Wei Dynasty's Inspection Department is responsible for things that attract attention."

That's true, but Xia Lin is really too showy now. Although other people would wear formal clothes for a banquet, he made himself look like a roast chicken. This is a family banquet in the palace, not a worship in the hall. It's a bit scary to dress like this.

"Okay, I think you're weird."

As the prince arrived at the banquet venue, the Japanese soldier who was beaten by Xia Lin yesterday was also there. He had a cloth wrapped around his head and his eyes were swollen into slits. He looked somewhat pitiful and somewhat funny.

As soon as Xia Lin came out, his aura overwhelmed everyone. Even Li Yuan was overwhelmed by him. Li Yuan's heart trembled at the sight. At this moment, the only thing that could suppress Xia Lin was probably his black gold glazed armor. Moreover, it was stained with blood, so it would be enough to have some murderous aura on it.

As for the "Crown Prince" Li Jiancheng, the King of Tang, he had even become an ordinary middle-aged uncle, sitting there and laughing foolishly.

"Who is this?"

The representative of the Japanese delegation looked at Xia Lin and asked a question. Before others could explain, Xia Lin raised his head slightly and said with a smile: "The Inspector of the Wei Dynasty's Censorate, the Deputy Chief Censor of the Censorate, the Governor of the Six Prefectures in the Jiangnan Road, the Pacification Envoy of Ningbo, the Pacification Envoy of the Turks, the General Dingyuan, the Commandant of the Son-in-law of the Emperor, the General of the Prince's Left Guard, the Commandant of Anyuan of Goguryeo, Xia Lin Xia Daosheng." When a string of names came out, there was a sound of tables and chairs rubbing against each other in the room, and all members of the Japanese delegation stood up and saluted.

Li Yuan was also stunned for a moment, and turned his head to ask Li Jiancheng: "He has so many titles?"

"There are still a few missing." Li Jiancheng whispered, "There are also the General of Cavalry of the Crown Prince's Mansion and the Right Imperial Doctor."

"hiss……"

Li Yuan also took a deep breath. This guy had enough titles. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was the only one who had received the emperor's grace. Li Yuan even suspected that Xia Daosheng was the illegitimate son left by Emperor Hongbao among the people. However, his age and experience did not match...

Moreover, these titles are all real positions that can lead troops. If you calculate, there are exactly 120,000 real military equipment, which is almost exactly the number of quotas for the Po Lu Army.

"Everyone, please sit down." Xia Lin nodded, then looked at Li Yuan: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, am I taking over the show?"

Oh! You still know how to steal the show?
But Li Yuan was not too unhappy, and his mind was not that narrow. He just felt awkward, because he was the host, but now he felt like he was the guest who was invited by him to report to Xia Lin.

"I heard that the prince was attacked by a villain yesterday. Is that true?" Xia Lin reached out and knocked on the table twice. "This is too much. In broad daylight, there are such thugs in Chang'an City. You can tell me what I am doing. I am in charge of the Investigation Department. I will definitely give you justice and give an explanation to the prince."

The Japanese envoys below were deeply moved. This was a fourth-rank official from Beijing, and a professional match for him. You know, their emperor would always be polite when meeting a fifth-rank official who came to the court. Now that a fourth-rank official with a lot of titles had come forward, they would naturally be more respectful.

The head of the delegation stood up and said to Xia Lin respectfully, "Lord Xia, please give justice to our prince. That evil thief is so abominable."

"Well, don't worry." Xia Lin took out a small notebook from his arms and smiled to the people around him: "Your Majesty, I am impatient. Do you mind asking me some questions during this time?"

What can Li Yuan say? No, this is a place to eat. You are so concerned about these BYD Japanese slaves, are you sick?

Since I couldn't say that, I could only accept it and nodded, "Go ahead."

Xia Lin coughed and said, "Prince Wa, let me ask you, what weapons are the thugs holding?"

"A sheep... a sheep!"

When Li Yuan heard about the sheep, he almost burst out laughing, but Xia Lin continued to ask slowly: "What kind of sheep is it? Is it alive, dead, cooked or raw?"

"A live sheep. When the thief beat me, the sheep was bleating."

At this moment, even Li Jiancheng turned his head and laughed. Except for the Japanese envoys, everyone else in the room was extremely happy.

However, Xia Lin was still recording with a serious face: "Okay, then please describe the characteristics of the thief."

"Special...special? Features?"

"It's just height, build, looks, and voice."

The prince pondered for a moment: "He covered his face with a scarf, so I couldn't see him. But before he left, he said, "See you at the old place." I think there must be accomplices there. But that person's figure and voice are somewhat similar to yours..."

Xia Lin raised his eyes slightly and slammed the table hard. Everyone was shocked. He didn't even say a word before the Japanese envoys stood up and bowed to apologize again.

Seeing them apologize, Xia Lin calmed down and continued to ask, "How many of you were injured?"

"Including me, there are eight of us."

"Eight?" Xia Lin raised his head: "How many thieves are there?"

"One...one."

Xia Lin paused, remained silent for a moment, and even looked back at Li Yuan before saying, "You mean, yesterday evening, a thief took a live sheep and injured you and your seven guards in the downtown area?"

After these words came out, Li Yuan really couldn't hold it anymore. His hand trembled and the chopsticks fell under the table. The maid next to him wanted to refill the chopsticks for him, but he stopped her with his hand. He squatted down to pick up the chopsticks himself, but he didn't get up after searching for a long time. Only his exposed shoulders were shaking. I don't know what he was doing. I think at his age, he shouldn't be in a deer...

"exactly."

Xia Lin took a deep breath and nodded gently: "Okay, okay. I understand. I will definitely seek justice for you."

After saying this, he turned to Li Yuan and bowed, "Your Highness, I'm sorry to interrupt your meal."

"It's okay, it's okay. Serious matters are more important." Li Yuan's face was flushed when he stood up: "After all, you are still young, energetic and enthusiastic, very good!"

(End of this chapter)