Lingdu.

The most dilapidated place in the west of the city.

As far as the eye can see, there are dilapidated thatched huts with yellowed walls covered in cobwebs.

In the outermost outer, in a shabby, dirty thatched house, lived a small, white-haired old man.

The old man was poor, his clothes were filled with pudding, he wore a pair of rotten straw sandals, and his hair was thinning white.

His thatched house was empty, and on a stinky, dirty blanket lay a torn pillow and a book or two with pages off.

Next to the blanket was a wooden table with several holes, a bowl broken and several notches, two plates stained with debris, and a pair of short, thin chopsticks.

To the right of the wooden table was a cabinet with rotten wood, but it was empty.

Because the old man was already poor and had nothing, it was naturally impossible to have anything to store.

There was also a heavy rain last night, so much so that the leaky roofs are still dripping with water.

The white-haired old man struggled to open his cloudy eyes and looked up at the leaky roof. The wrinkles on his face were twisted together again, and he sighed in a low voice.

This is one of the thatched houses in the west of Lingdu City.

But it is also a common portrayal of all thatched houses.

This place.

Dilapidated, poor, dirty.

This place.

It is known as the slum of the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty.

After a while, a magnificent carriage suddenly drove in from outside.

There were also some solemn-looking soldiers beside the carriage, as if guarding the two carriages.

The carriage stopped at the door of the slum.

The carriage was parked here, and it seemed out of place in its surroundings.

The luxurious carriage stopped for a while, and then several ordinary carriages followed, and from it came some men dressed as servants and walked into the slums with large bags in their hands.

And as soon as the men had entered the depths of the slum, the white-haired old man was also happy, picked up the broken bowl and walked in with them.

...........

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Deep in the slums.

Smoke rises from a makeshift shop, and women and cooks are busy cooking rice porridge and steamed buns.

Among them, there is actually an emaciated man in a gorgeous costume, who is holding a wooden bowl in one hand and a large spoon in the other, distributing food to a group of ragged refugees.

"Thank you to the fourth prince, thank you to the fourth prince. ”

"Your Highness is such a good person. ”

"Thank you, thank you!"

The fourth prince, Xiao Lin, smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, drink it while it's hot, next one." ”

As he spoke, he refilled the bowl of rice porridge, and when he wanted to hand it to the person in front of him, his body trembled violently.

"Ahem!"

"Your Highness!" A soldier in heavy armor quickly ran beside him, holding Xiao Lin's arm.

"It's okay....." Xiao Lin forced a smile and struggled to hand the rice porridge in his hand to the person in front of him.

"Thank you, Fourth Prince!"

The soldier beside him was anxious, "Your Highness, don't suffer the wind anymore, just let me wait for these things." ”

Xiao Lin shook his head, and when he just wanted to refuse the soldier's kindness, his throat was sweet, his face changed, and he immediately took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth.

"Ahem! ahem..... Ahem!"

Removing the handkerchief, Xiao Lin glanced down.

really

The handkerchief was a shocking red again.

"Your Highness!" the soldier beside him looked anxious and at a loss.

"Okay, I'll go back. Seeing this, Xiao Lin had to sigh lightly.

He waved his hand, refused the soldier's support, and hobbled to the carriage himself.

Holding the carriage frame with one hand, he just wanted to step into the carriage when he looked back at the crowd behind him who were queuing up to receive rice porridge, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

These people are all beggars or refugees, and there have been endless wars between Yan and several surrounding countries for many years, and there are countless displaced refugees on the border of Dayan.

Even, the number of refugees who have migrated to the royal capital is already in the thousands.

However, the father and the princes and nobles "couldn't see" here, and only cared about their own luxurious life, leaving these exiles to fend for themselves.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

Those princes and nobles would hold a banquet from time to time to show their net worth and noble status.

However, how many people are actually eating at a banquet?

In the end, the food was not thrown away, and after a feast, countless grains were wasted.

And they never thought that these refugees living in the most remote corners of the royal city, you know, they even have enough to eat is a luxury.

Even!

Even the last time he went to the palace, he heard the magnates give the place a new name.

Slum!

Poor?

That's how they distinguish themselves from the people of the Great Swallow?

How dare they?

How dare they!

But.....

Xiao Lin laughed at himself,

But what could he do?

He was just born to a slave maid, the product of his father's drunken and disorderly nature, and he was the most unfavored prince in the entire Yan Kingdom.

In this way, he has no other profitable property in the royal city, and the reward he receives as a child of the royal family every month is not much.

The only thing I can do is to send some food to these miserable people, and I hope I can do my part.

Xiao Lin looked around, looking at the ruined buildings around him and the ragged people in front of him, he couldn't help but fantasize about one thing.

If one day......

If only there was such a day.

I am in the future, to be able to sit on the throne of the king of Yan, it is necessary for those who are in the position of corpse vegetarian to abdicate, and replace them with capable people who really care about the world to take office, so as to seek the real well-being of my people and keep them away from the suffering of war!

No

It's not just me, the people of the Great Swallow.

I also want to let all countries in the world stop fighting, so that all people in the world can live a peaceful life, not to be afraid of the coming war, and to truly live for themselves!

I'm going to ......

Scold....

Xiao Lin shook his head lightly when he thought of this, laughing at himself.

I'm crazy.

I can't even live for long, and I still have the luxury of expecting this?

With his head bowed, he reached out and lifted the curtain of the carriage and sat inside.

However, as soon as he raised his head, his pupils suddenly contracted!

There was someone in the carriage!

How can it be?!

Xiao Lin's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up, but he forcibly calmed himself down and didn't shout.

His carriage had always been guarded by his generals.

You know, that general is an innate martial artist!

But at this moment, he still let this person sit quietly in the carriage.

Xiao Lin thought to himself that this person's martial arts cultivation was very high, but he was afraid that it was already rare in Dayan.

In the face of such masters, even if he shouts for help now, the final result will only be to increase casualties.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lin forced himself to calm down and looked at the person in front of him.

This person has a delicate face, a young man in his twenties, dressed in a green shirt, and has two swords on his back.

Xiao Lin frowned slightly.

In his impression, there didn't seem to be any master of the two swords in Dayan.

Wait a minute......

Could it be the mysterious person who fought with Commander Kong Yuan in the palace three days ago?!

Thinking of this, Xiao Lin couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and his heart was beating wildly.

Who is Kong Yuan?

Commander of the forbidden army of the Great Yan Palace.

He is also the only martial arts master in the territory of Dayan!

The ...... in front of you Could it be.....

Although Xiao Lin's heart was beating wildly, he still pretended to be calm and slowly spoke:

"Why are you here?"

Yun Feiqi smiled and didn't speak, but stared at the fourth prince in front of him with interest.

Suddenly found that there was an extra person in the carriage, and he was still so calm?

He didn't answer, and Xiao Lin didn't ask any more questions.

There was a long silence in the carriage, and the atmosphere was gloomy as if it could drop water.

In the end, it was Yun Feiqi who broke the silence.

"Why do you want to help the sixth prince?"

He looked at Xiao Lin's eyes and said lightly.

Xiao Lin's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "I don't know what Your Excellency is talking about?"

Yun Feiqi smiled slightly and said, "Ma Zheng." ”

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Lin's face suddenly changed slightly, and his brows frowned.

After a while, he continued: "Your Excellency, what is the matter?"

Yun Feiqi shook his head and chuckled, and said, "It's nothing, it's just curiosity, presumably you are behind what the sixth prince has done over the years, right?"

I wonder, fellow prince, why don't you do these things in your own name to make an assault on the throne?"

Xiao Lin took a deep breath and said, "I'm just the son of a maidservant, and I am not treated by my father, so naturally I can't be the king of Yan."

But if the sixth brother can become the king of Yan in the future, he will definitely be a virtuous monarch and a blessing to the people of Dayan, so I help him. ”

"Not true. ”

Yun Feiqi said lightly.

"The kingdom of Yan does not stipulate that the son of the king of Yan and his maidservant cannot inherit the throne, and the king of Yan is not a person who is judged by his birth. ”

He looked at Xiao Lin's eyes and said seriously.

Speaking of this Yan King, he can really be called a hero, and he has never slackened off his state affairs since he took office forty years ago.

Even if it was the drunken and disorderly sex at the beginning, King Yan never concealed it, and even gave the maid a name on the second day, as for Xiao Lin, he has always recognized his identity as a prince.

And he never paid attention to the background of ministers, only concerned about their ability.

Even as long as he has enough talent, King Yan doesn't care whether they are good people or bad people, and it doesn't matter whether they are clean or full of private pockets after they become officials, as long as they can help him govern the country, they can be in a high position.

It is precisely because of this that there is no shortage of poor scholars in today's Dayan court, and there is no shortage of corrupt officials.

Therefore, it is completely unreasonable for King Yan to remove him from the list of candidates for King Yan just because he thinks he is the son of a maidservant.

"What is the real reason?" Yun Feiqi repeated.

Xiao Lin just wanted to speak, but his face changed suddenly, and he took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth.

"Ahem!"

"Huh. Xiao Lin laughed at himself and handed him the handkerchief that covered his mouth just now.

Yun Feiqi took the handkerchief and looked down.

Bright red.