The Lin family, as the high-ranking nobles at the top of the Great Qian, has a glorious history that can be traced back to the time of the First Emperor. The surname Lin evolved from the surname Ji, as a branch of the royal family with a relatively pure bloodline, its identity is indescribably noble, and the ancestors have produced many talents, and the kings of the past dynasties have been favored for a long time, and there is no shortage of extremely human ministers in the door. Lin Minzhi's father, the former imperial historian Lin Xian, assisted two emperors one after another, after returning to the west, Emperor Wen, who felt that his time was running out, made an exception to promote Lin Minzhi, who should have been filial piety for three years, to the rank of the third duke, inheriting his father's mantle, which shows the longevity of the saints.

And the reason why the Lin clan was able to be so relied on by successive emperors was because the clan was an out-and-out royalist. They do not form parties or engage in personal gain, never participate in the struggle for succession, and act in a low-key manner on weekdays, being honest and honest, and only do their best for the Son of Heaven to die. Although such a person made the princes angry, it also made the victor who finally ascended the throne as emperor really realize the benefits.

The emperor is lonely, the available people are all over the court and the opposition, and the credible people are not available to everyone throughout the ages.

The leaders of the Lin family are well aware of this, and they are becoming more and more sober-minded and unwavering in their own positioning.

Yan Xilan got out of the sedan chair, bowed his head to the guards who saluted him at the palace gate, and then fell his gaze on Xiao Huangmen, who was standing anxiously inside the door.

When the little yellow door saw him coming, he immediately showed a relieved expression, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Slave and maid, see your lord." ”

Yan Xilan roughly guessed his intention, and it was not very convenient for him to have many people here, so he said something to stop him from continuing, and euphemistically reminded that important things should come first. Xiao Huangmen was in a hurry before, but when he saw people, the boulder in his heart fell, and he began to react, and then he was afraid for a while, secretly scolding himself for being reckless, afraid that Yan Xilan would be guilty, so he only dared to lower his head and lead people to hurry inside.

The young man followed him, quietly observing his surroundings.

Daqian followed the architectural style of the previous dynasty, and because of the hard work of several generations of kings, the country was strong, the people were rich, and they took the route of majestic atmosphere, magnificence and magnificence. The whole Changning Palace covers an area of 1,000 hectares, Qionglou Yuyu Beique Zhu Palace, the corridor waist mans back to the anti-Yu flying eaves, like the beehive water vortex is endless, the long bridge outside the hall lies on the wave for ten miles of smoke and green, the five ridges and six beasts of the tooth horn are majestic, the carved pillar and the dragon trend swallow the rivers and mountains, and the heavenly atmosphere of the world's grace is exhausted here.

It's just that now, this place that everyone wants to have, but it is five steps, one sentry, ten steps and one post, which adds to the smell of rumors.

It was February, the spring was cold, the sky was cloudy, and the thunder was shaking, and it was gloomy and gloomy.

Yan Xilan retracted his gaze and had a plan in his heart.

The two walked out of the high wall and deep alley, and turned into the Qianyuan Hall as the residence of the Son of Heaven, the small yellow gate took advantage of the open place, and the guards stationed along the way were far away, half a step behind the young man, came to his side, and lowered his voice to appeal to the unfinished words just now: "My lord, Your Majesty has been waiting for you, Zhang Chang waits in front of him and can't get out, so he sent a slave to the palace gate to wait for you." ”

Yan Xilan nodded and asked, "Who else is in the hall?"

Xiao Huangmen looked left and right, looking a little nervous: "His Royal Highness the Prince, Lord Prime Minister, Lord Taiyi Ling, and His Royal Highness the King of Chu." ”

Yan Xilan frowned, Ji Liuguang didn't stay in the domain, what did he do in Yong'an City on the cusp. "Did His Majesty send a decree to the King of Chu to come?"

The fate line expounded from the perspective of the son of luck is full of drawbacks, and what Li Shu has not touched and is not clear is blank, and he needs to explore it by himself. For example, the original owner this time, because he has little intersection with Li Shu, left only a handful of information, if it weren't for the memory of the original owner, I'm afraid that in the face of this tough battle with his head and face, it will inevitably reveal flaws.

"The slave doesn't know. Xiao Huangmen shook his head, and said in a depressed tone that could not hide his sorrow: "My lord, my majesty is afraid that it is ......."

"Shut up!"

Xiao Huangmen was frightened by his fierce appearance, his words were choked, and he looked at him blankly with his mouth half open.

Yan Xilan eased his expression a little and asked, "What do you call your little father-in-law?"

Xiao Huangmen said timidly: "Lord Hui, the slave's surname is Li, Muzi Li, and the single name is a Zhong character." ”

Yan Xilan: "There is a big brother in the family?"

Xiao Huangmen replied honestly: "There are two younger brothers and one sister." ”

Yan Xilan: "Seeing that Gonggong Li is not very old, but he has only entered the palace for a short time?"

Xiao Huangmen nodded, and said a little embarrassedly: "The family is poor, so my father and mother asked Zhang Changzhi from the same village to help him and ask him to find an errand for the slave maid in the palace." ”

Yan Xilan hummed lightly, "Since Gonggong Li is responsible for supporting his family, he needs to understand the rules in this palace, otherwise, even Zhang Changshou will not be able to protect you." With that, he pushed open the closed door of the temple and stepped in. Li Zhong was left alone outside the hall in a daze.

The Qianyuan Hall was filled with the bitter smell of medicine, mixed with ambergris, forming a strange and chest-tight taste, which was tightly suppressed. When Zhang Changzhi saw the young man come in, his face was overjoyed, and he knelt on the ground and said to Emperor Wen, who was coughing constantly on the sickbed: "Your Majesty, Lord Lin is here!"

When Emperor Wen, who was already like a withered tree, heard this, his dim and godless eyes suddenly lit up, and he stretched out a hand and groped outward, "Lan Xi, come to Lone." ”

Zhang Changshou hurriedly held his hand, and when Yan Xilan and the rest of the kneeling people finished their salutes, and quickly approached to hold Emperor Wen's hand, he breathed a sigh of relief and retreated to the side to stand quietly.

The soft touch of his hand made the man on the bed smile, making his gray face look a little more popular. Yan Xilan felt a little sorry in his heart, Emperor Wen can be regarded as a generation of Ming monarchs, and the parties suppressed during his reign did not dare to move, worked hard, and devoted themselves to the people's livelihood and society. It's a pity that he became ill from hard work, and he suffered from the old injuries that fell from the Northern Expedition in the early years, and died young before he could be confused, leaving behind an only son Ji Jincheng who was only ten years old and had not been able to take charge on his own.

"Zhang Quan, let everyone else stand down. In just one sentence, Emperor Wen coughed several times, and his breath became weaker.

His temples were white, and Zhang Chang's eyes, who had been refined by human feelings for a long time, turned to the people who were kneeling silently not far away: "Your Royal Highness, Your Majesty, Your Majesty has an order, and please wait a moment outside the palace." ”

Then, Yan Xilan experienced the feeling of carrying Rumang on his back. What struck him particularly was one of the malicious gazes. The malice is so strong that it cannot be ignored, and it disappears in an instant, and there is no trace of it. Suddenly, Zhang Quan, who had reached the end of the line, closed the door and isolated all the eyes of inquiry and scrutiny outside the temple gate.

Yan Xilan didn't have time to think about who the owner of that line of sight was, because he was quickly captured by another discovery.

Emperor Wen held his hand tightly, his gaze was suppressed and hot, "Lan Xi, Lone has been waiting for you." ”