Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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In ancient times, lovesickness was expressed by using red beans in poems[1], but now the stuffed grass seemed to be weaving.
Shen Lou looked at the green grass everywhere and sighed slowly. He originally planned to persuade his father to abdicate after his soul was restored, but now his father wanted to discipline him, so he was afraid that he would not hand over his authority for a while. Many things had to be rearranged, and he had to discuss it with Xinxin…
“Brother, how did you mess with dad?” Shen Yingying stabbed her brother in the spine with the mulberry arc bow. Before going out, Shen Qirui said that Shen Lou was not allowed to come home before the New Year, and he didn’t know how he could be so generous.
“Children should not ask about adults’ matters.” Shen Lou said perfunctorily, not intending to talk to his sister.
“I’m half a year older than Lin Xin! Why do you tell him everything?” Shen Yingying was unhappy and rode her horse to block her brother’s way.
While they were making noise here, a sword light suddenly flashed across the horizon, and an immortal in dark green brocade robes came whistling over with a sword. The abundant spiritual power brought up the strong wind and cut off a layer of grass tips. As soon as he landed, he was immediately surrounded by personal guards, “Who is here?”
“Yuan’a Ren San, the Marquis of Lu has sent this one down, asking to see the crown prince.” The immortal in green sheathed his sword and said his name in a very formal manner, with a peacock on the hem of his clothes. The feathers showed a colorful halo under the sunlight.
When Shen Lou heard Yuan’a, he immediately got off his horse and motioned for Ren San to come over, “What’s the matter?” There were many people in the capital. Although he knew that Lin Xin could deal with those people with ease, he still couldn’t help but worry that something might have gone wrong.
“The Marquis ordered his subordinates to bring a letter over and asked the Crown Prince to read it personally.” Ren San took out the letter sealed with lacquer and handed it to Shen Lou respectfully.
There were two pieces of paper in the letter, and they were indeed Lin Xin’s handwriting.
[Spring is approaching, I was surprised to find a spy in Yongdu, and he was captured and investigated by the newly established Yamen Cutting Division. After being tortured and interrogated, a drawing was obtained, which was extremely important. Zhu immediately sent it to the prince for detailed reference. It is a matter of national importance. I hope you will remember it and apply what you have learned.]
The seemingly obvious statement made Shen Lou frown. Could it be that he found out where the ashes were buried, or found a topographic map of Beimo? He immediately turned to the second picture to check.
On the snow-white rice paper, a very delicate picture was outlined with a thin wolf brush. Shen Lou glanced at it and immediately closed it, avoiding Shen Qiuting who had come over curiously. “You continue to patrol. If you encounter barbarians, kill them without mercy. I’ll come as soon as I can.”
After saying that, he got on his horse and returned to the camp while Ren San went with him on his sword. Then he said he wanted to reply to the Marquis.
Back in the tent, Shen Lou took out the blueprint again and looked at the two entangled men on the paper as if he were looking at the essentials of a military aircraft.
He didn’t know where Lin Xin drew the picture of Long Yang. Two people, both obviously men, were connected physically in an extremely strange posture. The taller man pressed the slender boy against the wall. The boy’s legs were wrapped around the man’s waist, and the man held the boy’s buttocks.
The boy didn’t have a clear face, but the man’s face was clearly drawn. It was Shen Lou’s face. Yu Yuan and Yanggu swords were thrown aside. Yanggu stood alone without the scabbard, while Yu Yuan had his blade inserted in Yanggu’s scabbard.
Feeling dry, Shen Lou carefully folded the painting, picked up the cup and took a large sip of cold tea, “Does the Marquis have anything else to say?”
Ren San didn’t know what was written in the letter, so seeing Shen Shizi’s serious expression, he thought about it carefully and said, “No more.”
Shen Lou nodded slightly, picked up his pen and wrote a reply.
[I have kept this in my heart. I will thank you deeply when I meet the Marquis one day.]
The word “heart” was written clearly on the back of the paper.
What was said in the letter was not necessarily all lies. Lin Xin did indeed set up a Yamen cutting department to take charge of annual tribute matters. He had been so busy these past few days, but he could still think about teasing Shen Lou.
Lin Xin took the letter brought back by Ren San, opened it immediately, and read it three times, unable to help himself from smiling foolishly.
Zhu Xingli, who was sitting on the side drawing a formation, saw this and couldn’t help but hit him with melon seeds. “No future.”
Just as he was saying this, another Yuan’a Ren Wu who was sent out also came back. Lin Xin took the melon seeds off his head, put them in his mouth and cracked them open, “Did you keep the things?”
Ren Wu scratched his head: “The Duke looked very bad and refused to take them, so his subordinates put them in the yard.”
Lin Xin raised his eyebrows in disbelief. He gave Shen Qirui a step down, and the man got into trouble.
“One more thing,” Ren Wu hesitated for a moment, then whispered, “Wen Shilan, the wolf-slaying general of the Northern Desert, went to Huan Xinghai to compete with Duke Xuan in a sword show. Duke has already agreed.”
“What do you mean? What?” Lin Xin suddenly stood up, “Wen Shilan!”
Wen Shilan’s sword duel should have happened four years later, how could it suddenly be brought forward?
Zhu Xingli, who was drinking alcohol like a fool over there, also had a serious look on his face, “How to compete with each other? Is it competing with each other, or going to the sword competition platform?”
“They said they were going to the sword competition platform. Huan Xinghai has blocked the news and nobody is allowed to send letters to Your Majesty, your subordinates also overheard it.”
“You, together with Ren San, go to Shen Lou immediately and tell him what you just told me.” Lin Xin picked up Yanggu and Mojian, “Master, I’ll go to Huan Xinghai.”
Although he didn’t like or dislike Shen Qirui, that man was Shen Lou’s father, and he couldn’t watch Shen Qirui die at the hands of Wen Shilan.
“I’ll go too.” Zhu Xingli burned the formation diagram he just drew with a snap of his fingers, jumped on the spring mark and flew out.
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[1] Wang Wei was a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty who wrote a poem and in the poem, the red bean expresses a yearning emotion. The poem has been widely spread, and nowadays, Chinese people regard the red bean as a seed of love.
