Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

Anfeng city was broken, and Han Lin'er did not escape in the end, and the guards were chased back before sending him out of Erlidi.

He was sitting on a dilapidated small carriage trying to pretend to be a fleeing civilian. When he was stopped, Han Lin'er heard the sound of fighting outside.

That can't be called a fight, at best, it's just a brief metal crash, and then someone outside says: "Sinner Han Lin'er, come out!"

Han Lin'er didn't know what to do.

He was sweaty on his face and palms, and his clothes were all wet with sweat.

Even if he is just a small emperor who lives in the corner, there are still rules. Even in summer, he must wear jackets. You can’t wear single clothes like ordinary people. There is ice in the palace. People in the summer palace will make an iceberg for him. enjoy the cool air.

He had never felt so hot.

The heat made him flustered, and it made him chill.

"General." The soldiers dismounted and walked to Chen Baisong's horse.

Chen Baisong pursed his lips: "Go to the carriage and get him off."

There is only one emperor in the world, and all things have only one master, they don't have to treat Han Lin'er courteously.

In the competition for power, there is never any win or loss, only the winner and the loser.

The soldier jumped into the carriage, pulled the opening curtain, and a rush of heat rushed over his face. Han Lin'er didn't even open the window. The curtain was heavy and thick, and it became dizzy inside. He threw himself in the carriage and said mixedly. The smell of sweat does not come out.

The soldiers pinched their noses and dragged Han Lin'er out, Han Lin'er did not wake up with such a big movement.

"Close it up." Chen Baisong said, "Take good care of him, don't feed him too much, just starve to death."

The soldiers quickly agreed, and Chen Baisong took the people back to the city.

He still had to copy his home, copying all the Anfeng officials' houses before giving up.

These officials, no matter how big or small, are quite wealthy, whether it is money or food, and there are many precious accessories. Chen Baisong also copied a red sandalwood bed from the mansion of a fifth-grade official.

No one thought that Grade Five officials could live such a luxury.

Lin Yuan didn't have such a chair yet.

After a busy day, An Feng was surrounded by soldiers. Chen Baisong led people into the palace. Tomorrow he had to count the things in the palace. Everyone dared not go to sleep in the emperor’s palace. They didn't dare to touch the two words, they only dared to find the palace room to sleep.

Chen Baisong only sleeps in the overnight room prepared for ministers in the palace.

Chen Baisong couldn't sleep. He only wore trousers and sat by the window. The soldiers sent him a supper, which was nothing but dried meat and a pot of rice wine. He sat by the window and had a drink.

He couldn't go back in a short time. He had to clean Anfeng's food and waited for the officials sent by Lin Yuan to take over.

Chen Baisong's fingers rubbed the wine glass, his lips were lightly pursed, but his eyes were extremely energetic and exquisite.

He thought for so long, and the more he thought about it, he felt as if he had opened a hole in his heart.

After that night, he felt that he didn't look like himself anymore, but he still couldn't help thinking, why did Lin Yuan treat himself this way?

His loyalty to Lin Yuan will not decrease, so Lin Yuan should not be aware of his mind to win him over. Moreover, Lin Yuan has no shortage of people who can use it now. Chen Bosong is even sure that if he has an accident , There are many people who can pull it up under their own hands.

But apart from this, Chen Baisong couldn't find any reason why he could make Lin Yuan treat each other differently. The friendship since childhood can probably be counted as one, but it is not enough.

Chen Baisong thought for a long time, drank the pot of rice wine, and then thought in the most incredible direction.

What is he worth?In terms of appearance, Chu Lin is the beautiful man in the eyes of everyone.

In terms of the ability to lead soldiers in battle, he and Zhu Yuanzhang are between the two.

Except for his loyalty and sincerity, he is not stronger than others, and even loyalty is not a rare thing.

Is there anyone who is following Lin Yuan now?

Does Lin Yuan really like him?

Chen Baisong sat quietly, motionless.

If someone saw it at this time, he would probably not believe the scene before him.

The general who had always been decisive, sat alone at this time with a smile on his face.

It's not the polite smile that you can see on weekdays, or the refreshing laugh.

It was a very gentle and lingering smile with a pink bubble.

They were still outside the imperial city and cooperated with the soldiers to ransack their homes. They have been operating in Anfeng for so long, and they finally came in handy. With someone like him who knows Anfeng well, it becomes easy to seize the home. Many things that could only be done in three or four months before, now take less than a month.

Approximately there are really few people, and the fourth old man also pushed his wife out.

Although the wife has always only dealt with the female relatives, the female relatives are in charge of the house. Sometimes the men may not know what a woman knows. They are better than anyone else.

An’s wife was quickly pulled into a strong man and got busy with her husband. Both of them became untouched. They had to work when they opened their eyes. When they were hungry, they would just gobble two mouthfuls. They slept at night, and they were too tired to talk. There is no kung fu.

But An Old Four never felt so energetic!

He has done a good job, right?Back in Beijing, a fifth-grade official couldn't run away.

But the fifth-rank official in Beijing is worthless, so he would never want him to go out to be a fifth-rank official.

The fourth Anniversary felt that before returning to the capital, he should beg God to worship Buddha.

The next morning, Hong Xiu was led to Chen Baisong.

The red sleeves changed into coarse clothes and the clothes of the court ladies. At this time, there were not many women's clothes. She did not want to wear the clothes of the concubine Han Lin'er. She preferred to wear the court ladies' clothes. The clothes of the court ladies were more plain, and there were more indigo. I rolled my hair in a bun and braided a braid. I didn't wear makeup on my face, and looked a few years younger than before.

"Meet the general." Hongxiu saluted Chen Baisong.

Chen Baisong nodded: "Get up."

"You need to copy the things in the palace. You have to look at it." Chen Bosong didn't circumvent him, and said directly, "Also Han Lin'er, if you have time, go and see him to see if you can dig out something from his mouth. "

For example, the emperor’s private treasury is different from the state treasury.

If you can ask directly, it will save you the trouble of finding it.

Hongxiu nodded and said, "This is natural."

She still remembered the promise Lin Yuan made to her before she came to Anfeng.

If she can go back alive, she can be appointed as the first female officer of the new dynasty high enough to enter the palace.

When Hong Xiu left, only Zhou Qiuniang had a high status as a female official under Lin Yuan.

After so many years, Zhou Qiuniang should have also been promoted, right?

Hong Xiu didn't want to be held down by Zhou Qiuniang, she had been competing silently on her own.

Under the leadership of the guards, Hong Xiu went down to the palace where Han Lin'er was imprisoned. This palace was originally used by the servants who were doing low-duty servants. It was also the job of transporting Yexiang to clean the toilet. There was always a smell in the room, and Han Lin'er was locked up overnight. Just can't stand it.

When he was a child, his father was the leader of the White Lotus Cult. Although he could not be too enjoyable, the worship of the believers was never less.

When he got older, Dad rebelled again. Although Dad suffered some hardships in the first few years, he would never have such an experience.

He didn't want to take off his coat, he was still wearing three layers of clothes, his crown was crooked, and there was no trace of expression on his face.

Only when he saw Red Sleeve coming in did he walk forward with excitement.

"Xiu'er..." Han Lin'er was excited for a moment, without thinking about anything, and said with a gratified expression, "It's okay if you're fine, and you're fine!"

"I……"

Before he finished speaking, he stopped.

Only then did he come back to his senses.

An Xiu shouldn't be here...

Why can she appear here?

Han Lin'er's eyes were cracked: "You are from the Southern King!"

Hong Xiu sat on a chair to one side and distinguished herself from Han Lin Erjing: "Now it's time to change her name to Your Majesty."

Han Lin'er flushed, and pointed at the red sleeve angrily: "You, you are deliberately approaching me!"

Hong Xiu nodded: "Exactly."

Han Lin'er was trembling with anger: "Am I treating you badly? I gave everything you want. With so many people in the harem, I only spoil you. Why are you! Why! Why do you treat me like this!"

Hong Xiu looked at him strangely: "Do you think you are a beloved?"

Han Lin'er stopped talking, and even turned his head too far unwilling to look at the red sleeves.

Hongshou covered his mouth with a smile: "Now that you are not the emperor, I will call you Han Gongzi, Han Gongzi, you know it, you can't even compare to a single hair of our majesty. "

Han Lin'er listened to Hong Xiu's words, and the more angry he listened, he didn't understand why it suddenly became like this.

Liu Futong, who protected him, doesn't know where now.

The officials who had leaned against him before swearing to be loyal also fled when Anfeng broke.

Even the woman he loved most was just a beautiful snake with hidden venom.

Han Lin'er covered his face, he took a deep breath, and madly swept the candlestick on the table to the ground. He could only vent like this.

"Why do you treat me this way?" Han Lin'er covered his face after venting, not wanting people to see the tears on his face, "Why?"

Hong Xiu stood up and looked at him condescendingly.

"Young Master Han, if you were just a rich young man or an ordinary scholar, you wouldn't have today."

Red sleeves squatted down and handed out a handkerchief to Han Lin'er: "How many people are there in the world? How many people have been emperors? Think about it this way, you've had a great life."

Han Lin'er didn't take the handkerchief. He wiped his face indiscriminately. He didn't want Hong Xiu to see his tears, but his eyes were red and he just couldn't hide it.

Hong Xiu sighed: "Young Master Han, we have a history. As long as you tell where the private library is, I can save your life. If you go to Beijing in the future, although you may not be able to get out of the mansion, you can live and live. ."

"If you don't say it, it's just a delay, and there is no one who can save you outside."

Han Lin'er looked up: "Where is my Taibao?"

Hong Xiu smiled and said: "Liu Futong is also being held now, so Young Master Han is thinking about it."