Lynch successfully lived in the small world for ten years. He and Di Lan were very careful. Di Lan's career has gradually improved, and he also completed the world line that should be completed. He won the world as a Chinese actor. As an actor, he

The scenery has reached its peak, and it is at such a young age.

His close cooperative relationship with his agent Lynch is also talked about by everyone. In ten years, Di Lan always has the same sentence - "Lynch, I can't do without you."

This sentence took ten years to change from a joke to an indestructible oath.

Lynch, a man behind Di Lan, was known to everyone.

Lynch died unexpectedly. It was not because the alliance made the bad things. The plane crashed and the alliance wanted to make the bad things. They tried hard on him alone, and they could not harm the person who had a plane. Before the plane fell, everyone left a suicide note.

Lynch was very calm because he knew he would see him again, but it was always painful to part. So he only wrote one line of words, which was what Di Lan once said to him, and it was also the truth that could express all his thoughts-

'With you, there will be light.'

The feeling of weightlessness came, and the system pulled Lynch out of the world at the right time. This time, Lynch didn't even look at the remaining world line and said to the system directly: "I don't want to have a holiday, you can have a holiday, I want to enter

Next World.”

The system said: "You are so hard."

Lynch found that although the system was not good at speaking, it was actually very good to him. Every time he died, he would pull it quickly, for fear that he would hurt him, he softened his tone to the system, "I am happy to see him, a little bit

Not tired either.”

The system said nothing, "That's OK, be careful yourself."

The misty rain was covered with rain, and the rain hit the banana leaves. Lynch stood under the eaves and looked a little dazed.

He came to the world that was once closest to the peak of power.

This is an ancient small world. Lynch's identity is the legitimate son of the Censor Lin Quyuan. He has been smart and elegant since childhood. He was carefully cultivated by his family. He is well-known in the capital. He made his mark in the imperial examination this year and won the second place.

The top scorer - of course, it is Han Feng, the male lead in this world.

As a tool man, Lynch has a relationship with Han Feng, which is both enemies and friends. His character is completely to set off Han Feng.

Lynch was born into Han Feng. He received the best elite education since childhood, but he was not as good as Han Feng, a genius who had never been to school. The two of them met with each other, Mars flew everywhere, and Lynch was jealous of Han Feng.

There is also respect, love and hate are intertwined, and it is difficult to deal with.

Lynch's ending in this world is not very good.

A handful of white snow, a touch of bright red.

Thinking of the ending of this world, Lynch couldn't help but touch the back of his neck.

"Young Master, Lord Han is here." The servant stepped forward and said.

Lynch withdrew his thoughts and looked back with his hands behind his back: "Let him wait in the hall."

The servant bowed slightly and said softly: "Yes."

Linfu side hall, a flat-cornered table with a green pine bonsai on it, which was trimmed very uniquely. It was extended to the past and was a mountain and river screen. The three-legged green glaze stove under the screen was ignited with a light and pleasant fragrance, and the green smoke was curling.

She wore a pair of soapy auspicious cloud-patterned boots.

The slightly old boots were covered with rain, and the soles of the boots were covered with mud. They walked past the bluestone surface in the hall and left a faint footprint. The servant was kneeling on the ground and scrubbing the ground with a wet cloth. His eyes quietly looked at the rumor.

The new top scorer who won the "everything" better than his son.

In terms of appearance, it is indeed good.

He has not seen many princes, but there are also many. The new top student's skin is as flawless as jade, his eyes are so dark that it turns blue, deep as a well, calm and unstable. Even though he is sitting, his figure is still

He showed a tall and romantic look and could be said to be a rare beauty.

The servant heard that the new top scholar was from a low-class background and his family was poor, but at first glance, his attitude of drinking tea was not comparable to that of Lynch, even the Censor of the Lin Mansion was not as good as that of the Censor of the Lin Mansion.

The servant stared for a long time and his hands couldn't help but stop. At this time... the pair of black and blue eyes swept over, and a short and dense eyelashes slammed out with a sharp light. In just a moment, the servant had suddenly lowered his head.

My head was shaking like a sieve, and I almost shouted, "Sir, please spare my life"!

The footsteps were approaching outside the door, and Han Feng set off a tea bowl and stood up, his eyes turning to the rain curtain in complexity.

A small corridor in front of the side hall, with red flowers and green grass on both sides. The servant walked outside the visitor with an oil umbrella, carefully blocking the splashing rain on his side. The visitor did not hurry or slow down.

He lowered his head slightly and calmly looked, and his fair face showed a soft and restrained edge in the mist of rain and mist.

Lynch took a breath and looked up. The other party seemed to feel something, and he looked up expressionlessly. His eyes met, and the past was like flowing past.

System: "Double percent, friendly reminder: Because the character setting in this world is the first minister of the ages, you know, Han Feng after the evil spirit, you know, the first traitor of the ages."

Lynch's heart tightened, it seemed that his death had completely had a negative impact on Han Feng.

"Mr. Lin." Han Feng took the lead and bowed from afar.

He and Lynch met during the palace examination, but they had never talked to each other. Lynch represented obviously a noble son from the capital. Those who were born in poverty like Han Feng were included in the poor sons of the court.

The two are in different camps, and they have always been kings but never kings.

Lynch is arrogant, and Han Feng is even more proud than him.

It was a great gift like this, and a thorough bowing ceremony, which had never happened to the two in their previous life.

Lynch actually admired Han Feng very much in the later period and secretly helped Han Feng several times. However, due to his noble and arrogant personality, he was unwilling to reveal what he did, so until Lynch died, Han Feng was competing with him.

, compete with each other.

Not long before Lynch was executed, Han Fengcai received news that Lynch was imprisoned. He ran from outside the pass day and night for seven days and seven nights and rushed back to the capital.

Outside the law ground, in the snow, there was a piece of red, white, mud and dirty.

Han Feng had never seen Lynch's entire body.

Life and death are hard to see, and heartbroken.

Even if Han Feng is powerful in the future and takes revenge, he will still be unable to calm down, because no matter what he does, he will not be able to replace the proud and restrained son of heaven with a smile on his lips.

Now - it's back.

Han Feng has experienced vicissitudes and is deeply cunning. His uneasy mood is everywhere in his chest, and he is only once again revealed from the tip of his tongue - "Mr. Lin."

"Mr. Han." Lynch replied, smiled and stretched out his hand, "Please sit down."

The servant who wiped the ground hurriedly walked out, and patted his heart with the servant who collected the oil umbrella outside the door and said, "Mr. Han is such a great official power. I was just wiping the floor inside. He looked at me and scared me almost.

Call out."

The servant who carefully collected the umbrella said strangely: "There are not a hundred officials coming and going in our mansion, but there are dozens of them. One new top student is afraid of what is it?"

"Hey, you don't understand." The servant shook the wet cloth on his hand, and Yu Jing was not calmed down.

Lynch and Han Feng sat down on both sides. After Han Feng sat down, he stood up again and took the porcelain cup in front of Lynch in one hand, "The tea is cold, the autumn rain is drizzling, Lord Lin should be careful." As he spoke, Lin

The handful of cold tea in the strange cup was poured out.

The servant guarding outside the door was startled and leaned over. It was the tall, tall and handsome Lord Han who was pouring tea for his son.

The servant who was holding the umbrella smiled, withdrew his eyes, lowered his voice, and said with a smile: "I am showing my diligence to our young master." He was quite ridiculed, and I don't know if it was mocking Han Feng's earnest actions or the servant in front of him who smiled at Han.

Exaggerated every time.

The servant didn't defend himself, and only thought of Han Feng inside, he couldn't help but feel silent.

"Sir Han, is this?" Lynch raised his eyebrows slightly according to his personality, his tone was not surprising, and he was a little confused.

Han Fengwen poured Lynch a cup of hot tea, glanced at Lynch, and pursed his lips, "Mr. Lin's face is not very good, as if he is stained with cold."

Lynch has not adapted to the recent seasonal changes. Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin have been spoiled by Lynch since childhood. They have taken care of his literature and ignored his martial arts, and have developed his weak appearance, unlike Han Feng, who has been eating since childhood.

After suffering all his hardships, even the money he had earned from working hard to go to Beijing. In terms of appearance, Han Feng's masculinity beat Lynch 800 times.

Lynch didn't move tea. He was not so close to Han Feng, and said with a light expression: "Thank you, Lord Han, for your concern."

Han Feng twisted his thumb and index finger, withdrew his hand, shook his sleeves and looked solemnly, remembering his purpose today.

Han Feng won the top scorer, and the emperor was awarded the reward. He served as the doctor of the Ministry of Works and Water Department, Lynn's second place, and as the Ministry of Revenue. The workers and households did not separate their families. The autumn rain was fierce. There was a vague trend of waterlogging outside the capital. The superiors had already approved 100,000 yuan.

Two silver coins are used to strengthen the river embankment outside the city in advance.

However, the Ministry of Revenue repeatedly refused, saying that the money was tight. The Ministry of Works sent people to collect it several times, receiving 10,000 taels at a time and 4,000 taels at a time, and then there was nothing behind it.

Han Feng came to ask for money today.

He and Lynch each have their own peaks, their own masters, and their own positions, so they have to sit here and argue.

In the last life, Han Feng and Lynch had a bad relationship and parted ways. Han Feng thought that Lynch was unreasonable and did not know the truth. Lynch believed that Han Feng was short-sighted and useless. In short, no one of the two was disliked.

"Mr. Lin, when will the Ministry of Revenue give the remaining 86,000 taels?" Han Feng said softly.

Lynch said lukewarmly: "The Ministry of Revenue is now short of banking. How much money does it have to do? Lord Han might as well start construction first and then mention it later."

How did Han Feng refute in his previous life? It seemed that he had ridiculed Lynch and annoyed Lynch. The two of them had quarreled and had a tumultuous mouth and not enough tea to drink.

Han Feng smiled slightly when he heard this, "Mr. Lin said, I'll move first and wait for your good news."

Lynch glanced at him, and Han Feng picked up the hot tea and handed it over, "Drink tea, drink tea."

Lynch's expression was condensed for a moment, he took a hot tea, took a sip, and said slowly: "There are floods outside the city, and countless refugees are hungry. The Ministry of Revenue wants to keep money to provide disaster relief, and it will take a while for the Queen Mother's Qianqiu Festival.

Another expense. This year's water is so fierce, there will be some epidemics, and the farming harvest will not be too good. The silver collected this year will be tightly passed until next year. This 14,000 taels are already

I have been tricked out, please forgive me, Lord Han, and I will use it first."

Han Feng heard him say so much in one breath, his face softly, "Mr. Lin is far-sighted, I am ungrateful. Lord Lin, drink more hot tea when you drink tea, it's cold."

Lynch: "..." It sounds very straight.

Lynch took a few more sips of tea, put down the tea bowl and stood up, and Han Feng also stood up, "It's raining outside, so Lord Lin doesn't have to send it."

Lynch glanced at him strangely. Han Feng immediately realized his self-indulgentness from that glance, but he just smiled. His eyes were placed tightly on Lynch's face, and the corners of his mouth were unnaturally hooked, and his heart was sweet and bitter.

Mixed, I couldn't laugh at me easily.

"It's better to give it to you." Lynch said. Han Feng laughed so embarrassedly without breaking his character. Lynch has a good demeanor and should give it to you.

As soon as Lynch raised her foot, Han Feng blocked it first and said earnestly: "Sir Lin stay," he lowered his eyes and looked at Lynch's light-colored boots. The boots were as clean as the cream and snow, just like the person in front of him, Han Feng's mind

A flash of red blood entangled in the snow. The temple hurt like a needle-punched pain. He raised his head and stared at Lynch, and tried his best to reveal a gentle expression on his face, "Don't let the rain dirty it."
Chapter completed!