Pei Ming was so embarrassed by Lin Qinghan's words that his face was flushed, and Lin Qinghan mocked him and Yue Ningxue, and Yu Yuning successively made a marriage.

Pei Ming was speechless for a long time.

"If Master Pei is fine, then please get out of the way, Ning'er was frightened tonight, she is already very tired."

Pei Ming said anxiously, "What's wrong with Wan Ning?"

"It's none of your business, I'll say it one last time, you get out of the way!"

Lin Qinghan passed by Pei Ming and left with Yu Yuning in his arms.

Pei Ming secretly clenched her fists.

Lin Qinghan put Yu Yuning, who was already tired and asleep, on the bed, held her hand, and said softly, "Ning'er, now the biggest trouble has been solved, and we will be able to get married soon."

Zhao Yin is dead, and no one will stop him from marrying Yu Yuning.

And a Pei Ming, how can he put it in his eyes.

As long as Yu Yuning's heart is towards him, he will never back down.

Yu Yuning muttered in her sleep, frowned, and called her cousin softly.

Lin Qinghan bent the corners of his mouth when he heard this, kissed her cheek, and whispered in her ear, "Ning'er, I'm here."

He tucked the quilt for Yu Yuning, walked out of the tent, and saw that Pei Ming was still waiting outside the tent, so he smiled and said, "Why hasn't Brother Pei left yet? Ning'er has already fallen asleep, if Brother Pei insists on not leaving, then I can only ask Brother Pei to leave."

"I'm going to keep it here, lest Lord Lin do anything offensive to Wan Ning."

Lin Qinghan lazily raised his eyes and glanced at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu appeared from the shadows, bowed to Pei Ming, and said with a smile, "My lord, please."

He was too lazy to entangle with Pei Ming anymore.

At the moment, he still has an important matter, King Jin doesn't know that Zhao Yin is dead.

He instructed Xia Yu, "Let's go, go to King Jin's residence.

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Qinghan knelt outside the house, and the chief Sui Le'an, who was next to the King of Jin, came in and replied, "Your Highness, Lord Lin is kneeling outside the house, saying that he wants to kill the Marquis of Pingyang for the mountain bandits, and he pleads with you."

"What are you talking about, Zhao Yin is dead? I was killed by the bandits!"

King Jin's face sank, and he slapped his palm on the table, and the white jade tea cup on the table fell to the ground and shattered.

"Good for you Lin Qinghan!"

Le An looked at King Jin's face and asked, "Does Your Highness think that the death of the Marquis of Pingyang is related to Lord Lin?" Lord Kelin was recommended by Pingyang Hou to go to White Tiger Mountain to suppress bandits, but why did Pingyang Hou appear on White Tiger Mountain? Why were they killed by those bandits?"

King Jin glanced at Le An and said with a sneer, "Who is Zhao Yin? He has been on the border in Shuozhou for many years and has been fighting on the battlefield for more than ten years, how could a person like him be killed by a group of mountain bandits who are not angry? Zhao Yin's death must have been committed by Lin Qinghan."

"Lord Lin is not Pingyang Hou's opponent, and he is injured in the leg, so it is not easy to kill Pingyang Hou."

King Jin's finger pressed on the white jade wrench on his thumb, "Don't forget, in the Battle of Youzhou, Zhao Yin was defeated many times, and Zhao Yin was not his opponent at all. And I heard that Lady Yu once lived in the Lin Mansion and had a relationship with Lin Qinghan."

Zhao Yin humiliated Lin Qinghan repeatedly, broke his leg, and robbed him of his sweetheart, Lin Qinghan had enough reasons to kill him.

"Does Your Highness want to dispose of Lord Lin?"

With coldness in his eyes, King Jin snorted coldly and sneered, "Hmph, dispose of it? He just expected that this king was employing people, and he didn't dare to touch him, so he was so unscrupulous."

He just cherished his talents, so he left Lin Qinghan, but he didn't expect Zhao Yin to die in his hands.

As soon as the Marquis of Pingyang died, if he wanted to attack Chang'an, he would have to reuse Lin Qinghan.

It's just that Lin Qinghan is very deep in the city, and his heart is firm beyond ordinary people.

Such a person who is not wholeheartedly loyal to himself will eventually become a disaster.

"If he doesn't change his mind and confess the truth about Zhao Yin's killing, he won't have to come to see me again."

King Jin has always been gentle and virtuous, but only Le An knows that his temper and methods are not as good as they seem on the surface.

Le An carefully handed over King Jin's favorite dragon well before the rain, and asked cautiously, "Then does Your Highness still see Lord Lin?"

Now is the time to employ people, as soon as Zhao Yin dies, King Jin is like breaking an arm, he has no other choice but to reuse Lin Qinghan, which is why Lin Qinghan dared to kill Zhao Yin.

But King Jin didn't like to be persecuted, even if he felt that he wanted to reuse Lin Qinghan, he would take the opportunity to beat him.

King Jin brought the tea to his lips and sneered, "Let him go back first!" Just say I'm asleep."

"Slaves obey."

Lin Qinghan knelt outside the house for a cup of tea, and then waited for Le'an.

With a smile on his face, Le An said respectfully to Lin Qinghan, "Lord Lin, Your Highness has already fallen asleep, please go back first!"

"There is no defense, the minister is wearing a sinful body, and he kneels here until His Highness is willing to see me!"

Half an hour later, Le An saw that he couldn't persuade Lin Qinghan to leave, so he knocked on the door and entered, and entered the house to return to King Jin.

"Is Lin Qinghan gone?"

Le An bowed down and said, "Lord Lin insisted that he was guilty, knelt outside the house, and insisted on refusing to leave."

"Hmph, then he will kneel if he wants to, he still thinks he can persecute this king? He just felt that this king still had a place to use him, so he was so unscrupulous, that is, he expected that this king would not dare to kill him! It's just hateful!"

King Jin pinched his eyebrows, frowned and displeasured, after weighing, he knew that Lin Qinghan's talent was not under Zhao Yin, and even Zhao Yin was not his opponent, but Zhao Yin was easier to control than Lin Qinghan, Zhao Yin loved money and was lustful, but Lin Qinghan seemed to have no desire and no desire, and his temperament was ruthless, and he was not sure that he could hold Lin Qinghan for his use.

There was no light in the house, the grass and trees outside the window were swaying, and in the bright moonlight, the clear outline could still be seen, Lin Qinghan knelt straight, as if he had made up his mind to spend time with King Jin.

He knew that no matter what he said, King Jin would not believe that Zhao Yin's death had nothing to do with him, but King Jin had no evidence. He can only put on a low posture and sincerely plead guilty, or there may be a glimmer of life.

The king of Jin is virtuous, and if someone comes to defect, he will not kill him for no reason.

The wind was very urgent at night, Lin Qinghan knelt on the tuyere, his face was cut by a knife, the cold wind of the February day carried a cold chill, Lin Qinghan was injured, his body was already weak, he knelt in the cold wind, his lips were purple from the cold, and his teeth trembled.

Xia Jie persuaded on the side: "Childe, it's freezing outside, and Childe is still injured, so it's better to go back early, it's better to come back tomorrow." If you kneel in the cold wind all night, this knee will be ruined."

"It doesn't matter."

Hearing the sound of squirming on the eaves, Xia Jie was shocked, "Childe, there seems to be someone on that roof."

Lin Qing hummed coldly, still looking as usual, unmoved.

He knew that those people were sent by the King of Jin, and those people flew down from the eaves of the corridor, and the swords in their hands came straight to Lin Qinghan's front door.

"Childe, be careful!" Xia Jie was about to draw his sword to block it, but was grabbed by Lin Qinghan and prevented him from making a move.

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