(Cat flutter Chinese) As time passed, the weather gradually entered the early winter, and the people on the land of the Central Plains gradually wore cotton jackets, and all the secret folds received by the great prince of Beizhou for corruption have been sent to the capital. Ice @ Fire! Chinese It's just that the prince is confused, that is, after more than ten days, there is still no information in the capital, and the battle between the north and the south is going on, whether it is the wilderness or the attack of the Qingtian God Sect, it has not stopped.

The second prince of Jintong County still traveled all over the county, and was very satisfied with the arrangement and appointment of the young officials, and then wrote a note and sent it to the capital, the peace talks of the Buddha Kingdom are still continuing, and the seven princes are not in a hurry, and the Buddha Emperor is not in a hurry, but those ministers are extremely anxious, because to this day, the Great Song Dynasty mission still does not change the conditions.

At this time, the Great Song Dynasty Lin'an was already in the early days, and there were not as many pedestrians on Baishuang Street as in the past, but it was still very lively, and the children of the family were still walking around the kiln and eating refreshments on the street.

Zhao Feng still walked aimlessly on the street in his thin white shirt, looking at the prosperity of Lin'an City, although the Great Song Dynasty was now in a tense logistics of the war between the north and the south, but it still did not destroy the tranquility and prosperity of Lin'an, after all, living in Lin'an City, both the people and the family believed in the strength of the Great Song Dynasty today.

Zhao Feng walked into an ordinary teahouse, casually found a position by the window, sat down and ordered a few famous pastries in Lin'an, listening to the chats that the tea customers in the teahouse only saw, the teahouse is the easiest place to get news and inquire about the news, whether it is the housekeeper or the market news, it must be the first time to know.

The Great Song Dynasty was originally very lenient in language management, as long as it did not involve some top-secret matters and the secrets of the royal family, there was basically nothing to do, and there were people from the three religions and nine streams in the teahouse, and they chatted trivially, it was not the child of this family who had an adultery with that person, or the eldest son of the high-ranking official had a secret affair with the woman in a certain kiln.

Zhao Feng just smiled while eating the pastries and listening to these boring things, and thought in his heart: "This is the Supervision Yuan, and it is easy to find out the news."

"Do you know, recently, the eldest son of the Marquis of Pingding invited the little painting saint to participate in the Lin'an Cultural Meeting," said a tea guest in the teahouse, although the voice was not loud, but the whole teahouse also stopped clearly.

Zhao Feng smiled slightly after hearing this, and thought in his heart: He knew that the little painting saint came to Lin'an, but he didn't want to see her, because he always felt that she had a little different feelings.

"The destruction of the small painting saints in the southern countries and the entry into the Great Song Dynasty and the blessing of the royal family are also a great help to the Great Song Dynasty," said another tea guest.

The rest of the tea guests on the side all nodded, after all, the small painting saint is a cultivator, and the southern countries have become history, and there are many cultivators from the holy land of the kingdom who joined the Great Song Dynasty.

"Do you know why the eldest son of the Marquis of Pingding invited the little painting saint to attend the literary meeting?" asked a tea guest.

"Stupid, everyone in Lin'an knows that the eldest son of Pingding Hou likes the little painting saint and wants to take this opportunity to get the favor of the little painting saint," another tea guest said with a little disdain.

The tea guest blushed a little after hearing this, and hurriedly retorted, "Of course I know", but there was a little lack of confidence in his tone.

Zhao Feng had no expression on his face after hearing this, but he was thinking in his heart, "Pingding Hou is the eldest son, and he can be regarded as a talent if he has seen it himself, and he is also a student in the front yard of the academy, if he can really get the favor of the little painting saint, it will be good for him" Thinking in his heart, a smile appeared on his face.

"Childe, can I sit here" A crisp voice interrupted Zhao Feng's thoughts.

After hearing this, Zhao Feng looked up at the girl, the girl was not very old, she looked similar to Zhao Feng, and whether it was clothing or jewelry, it was not something that ordinary rich women could have, and the temperament and words that emanated from nature were obviously strictly educated.

In the Great Song Dynasty, there was not so strict with unmarried women, and the Great Song Dynasty was politically enlightened, not only for men, but also for women.

Zhao Feng looked around and saw that there were still many vacant seats, and said, "Why do you want to sit with me?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Why can't you sit with your son?"

Zhao Feng didn't speak after hearing this, and the woman sat down when she saw that Zhao Feng didn't speak, and ordered a few pastries, handsome men and beautiful women sat together, and naturally became the focus again, obviously the tea guest knew the origin of this name.

"I haven't asked Childe's name yet," the woman asked.

Zhao Feng looked at the woman and said, "Before asking others, you should introduce yourself."

The woman heard Zhao Feng's tone and said with a smile, "Lin Bing"

Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then said, "Wang Feng", Zhao Feng did not use his real name, but gave another name, in Lin'an, the surname Zhao is generally the imperial surname, if you say your name, many people will know.

"Neither the princely family nor those famous families in Lin'an have heard of Wang Gongzi," the woman said as she ate her pastry.

Zhao Feng was stunned and said with a smile: "Why do you think I am the son of those princely families or famous families?"

"A white shirt looks ordinary, but the material of the shirt is unique to Yunzhou, and the jade pendant on the waist of the son is even more unlikely to be that ordinary people have, and the most important thing is that the child's temperament and conversation are strictly tutored," Lin Bing said with a smile.

Zhao Feng was silent, smiled slightly, got up, put down the silver and said, "Thank you, this young lady for the compliment," and after speaking, he ignored Lin Bing and left directly.

Lin Bing saw Zhao Feng leaving, he didn't speak, he was still eating pastries, but when Zhao Feng had disappeared on the corner, he saw a few people coming down from the second floor of the teahouse and standing beside Lin Bing, Lin Bing was still eating pastries, looking at the place where Zhao Feng left, and didn't pay attention to the few people on the side, and the people in the teahouse spoke much quieter after seeing those people.

"Miss, what's so special about that person," one of Lin Bing's side asked.

Lin Bing took out his handkerchief, intervened, and said calmly, "Maybe it's a cultivator from the Southern Holy Land."

After hearing this, one of the innate realm powerhouses who was obviously Lin Bing's servant said, "Miss, I don't feel his cultivation."

"Then his realm is much higher than you," Lin Bing said.

When those servants heard this, they were all shocked, and among them were the middle-aged man who spoke, the highest realm, and the others were ordinary martial artists, and they were higher than the innate realm, and it was possible that they were cultivators of the Knowing Destiny or the Fifth Realm, how could they not be surprised.

"Miss, you want him to be a guest of the Lin family," one of the men instantly understood the meaning after hearing this.

Nowadays, the southern countries have become the holy land of the historical countries, and the surviving cultivators who entered the Great Song Dynasty either joined the Great Song Dynasty court, or were recruited as guests by princely families or famous families, although joining the imperial court seemed to be beautiful, but they had to be ordered by the imperial court, so there were some surviving cultivators who joined the family relatively freely.

Lin Bing nodded, then got up and said, "Go back, since he doesn't mean that, I won't force it."

After hearing this, the servants also nodded, obviously for the Knowing Cultivator or the Fifth Realm cultivator, although they wanted to let him into the family, but others were unwilling, they didn't force it, after all, the current patriarch of the Lin family was one of the nine elders.

After Zhao Feng had arrived at the palace in the inner city at this time, Tang Bo took a shawl and put it on Zhao Feng, and Zhao Feng asked Long Xiaoyu where he was now, so it was convenient to go to the backyard.

In the backyard of the palace, the pavilion and the attic are extremely exquisite, obviously from the hands of the royal craftsmen, but now that autumn has arrived, the courtyard is full of spring and is gone, leaving only countless bare branches. Long Xiaoyu stood in the pavilion and looked at the sky, because he couldn't see his expression because he turned his back to Zhao Feng, but the thin clothes and sad aura made Zhao Feng feel a little distressed.

Zhao Feng walked to the pavilion and took his shawl and draped it on Long Xiaoyu, Long Xiaoyu was startled and turned around to see Zhao Feng and jumped directly into Zhao Feng's arms.

"Isn't it cold, what are you thinking?" Zhao Feng asked gently.

Long Xiaoyu shook his head and didn't speak, just hugged Zhao Feng tightly, Zhao Feng was silent, and hugged Long Xiaoyu and looked at the sky in a daze. In the barren Gobi, the Dragon family was left with only Long Xiaoyu, Zhao Feng looked at Long Xiaoyu at that time, and his heart was very painful, so he began to take care of Long Xiaoyu. For Zhao Feng, I don't know what kind of feelings Long Xiaoyu is, there is love and love, but because of Xiao Qing's feelings, Zhao Feng can't really accept it.

And Long Xiaoyu also knew that there was another person in Zhao Feng's heart who didn't say anything, but he would cook every day, and then wait for Zhao Feng to come back like a wife, these Zhao Feng often felt warm in his eyes, but there were some things that Zhao Feng couldn't do.

"How nice it would be if I met you first," Zhao Feng thought silently in his heart.

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