Yi Lin's face changed and she fell silent.

He thought about it carefully for a moment and saw that the problem was coming.

No wonder the embroidered lady deliberately concealed this matter.

It’s not that the money is not given enough, nor that the embroiderer is unwilling to do it, but that she dares not.

For a half-barrel monk like the Emoticon who is not much better than an ordinary person, this involves too much.

The monks in Dali Temple made a good national tour of Buddhist temple and hid a princess from the Daqing Dynasty, which was obviously a problem.

What's even more problematic is that as the monk team headed south, there were constant troubles, but they actually went to the eldest princess after hiding their identity.

Yi Lin recalled the anecdotes of the royal family of the Daqing Dynasty.

These things are not secrets, and everyone knows them.

When telling stories, Mr. Niu in the village would always say, "The late emperor collapsed too early and his great cause was not completed."

The Daqing Dynasty almost completed the unification of Dongsheng Shenzhou hundreds of years ago.

All the surrounding small countries such as Yunlai Kingdom, Nanxun Kingdom, Aolai Kingdom, etc. were included in the territory and collectively called the Daqing Dynasty.

Over the past few hundred years, the Daqing Dynasty emperors have changed one after another.

Until the last emperor, Emperor Xia Yuan.

Before Emperor Xia Yuan died, he left behind an orphan, including three sons and three daughters.

Among them, the youngest three sons were deeply loved by Emperor Xia Yuan, and finally ruled out the public opinion and made him the crown prince.

Emperor Xia Yuan's exiled daughter, the flesh and blood left by the ex-emperor, was also made the eldest princess.

A few years after the founding of the prince, Emperor Xia Yuan suffered from a strange disease and left about thirteen years ago.

The new prince, who was only five years old at the time, was forced to ascend the throne and the emperor was named Jisheng.

The eldest princess was only three years old at that time.

Yi Lin's thoughts returned to the present.

When I was in the village, Yi Lin always felt strange whenever she heard this story.

A five-year-old prince can ascend the throne so easily?

Is the customs of this royal family so simple?

It seems that there are many stories that are not told by the world.

Now, the problem arises.

That eldest princess actually hid in the monk's team and came from Qingdu to the south.

This made Yi Lin think of a word.

"escape".

Yes, the eldest princess fled from Qingdu.

Why?

There is only one truth.

"It turned out to be a bloody and old-fashioned royal struggle."

After Yi Lin understood the information, she suddenly felt bored.

He was not interested in involving these destructive things. History has long proved that in the royal struggle, there is no difference between wrong and right, no justice and evil, only the winner is qualified to write history.

When Yi Lin said this softly.

The embroiderer lying on the ground with her butt sticking out her hand and covered her ears with force.

I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen~

But after a while, she remembered that the senior from Tianjian Sect in front of her had set up a "sound insulation spell" and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This is also the reason why the embroiderer dare not say it.

The royal family struggles, they are just a brothel, how dare they get involved?

Even if they analyze this kind of information through various ways, they dare not take out!

Whoever knows this is going to be beheaded!

"Get up."

When Yi Lin came to her senses, she found that the embroidered lady was in a strange position, so she asked her to get up quickly and stop diluting her eyes.

The embroiderer Yingying stood up and stood in the corner, not daring to talk too much.

Yi Lin pointed his forehead one by one with his fingers.

He was thinking.

But no matter how much the Daqing royal family fights, it should have nothing to do with the Tianjian Sect.

According to the information and information that Yi Lin learned, the three gates on Xuanmen where Tianjianmen are located are more focused on internal struggles between Xuanmen and emperors in the secular world, and they should not be related to Tianjianmen. But this connection gave Yi Lin the opportunity to get in touch with these masters.

"That guy Jian Nanchun...ah no, my senior brother Jian Nanchun, when was the last time he appeared?"

Yi Lin asked with a stern face.

The embroidery girl frowned, but didn't ask much. She thought that although the two junior brothers had a good relationship, they seemed to be having a little awkwardness. So the embroidery girl didn't care too much and answered honestly: "About three days ago, someone saw a white-clothed guest staying at an inn near the Golden Temple. According to the information, it is very likely that she was Senior Lin."

Yi Lin thought for a while and asked, "Did he pretend to be a guest in white when you mentioned?"

"Pretty?" The embroiderer didn't understand the meaning of the word.

"It's just 'seemingly quite stylish'." Yi Lin explained.

"Yes, I heard it's quite stylish."

"That's him." Yi Lin nodded, knowing it in his heart.

"Senior Lin really knows your senior brother." The embroidered lady secretly admired her.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Yi Lin casually removed the sound barrier and smiled: "This matter will never affect you Wanxianglou."

As he said that, Yi Lin was about to go out.

"Senior Lin, please stay." The embroidered lady pulled Yi Lin's clothes as Yi Lin walked out. She hesitated for a moment and handed a fragrant wooden token to Yi Lin's hands, with the word "incense" engraved on it in ancient characters.

Before Yi Lin asked a question, the embroidered lady took the initiative to explain: "This is the agarwood order. With the agarwood order, it is equivalent to the distinguished guests of the Qingluan Tree. No matter how senior Lin is in any Wanxiang Tower, he can enjoy the treatment of the guests."

Yi Lin was speechless: "It's not my intention to visit the brothel."

The embroidered lady covered her mouth and smiled: "The embroidered lady means that with the agarwood order, Senior Lin can bypass the middleman and go straight to Wanxianglou to buy a note."

Yi Lin narrowed her eyes and thought for a moment, then put away the token and asked inadvertently: "Do you want to leave here?"

The embroidered lady had long expected that she could not hide the little thoughts she had won. She remained unchanged and answered honestly: "The embroidered lady doesn't want to waste her time here. If there is a chance, I hope Senior Lin can mention it in front of the 'Toufeng' in Wanxianglou, Qingdu. If Senior Lin doesn't want to, the embroidered lady has no complaints."

This is a transaction.

Yi Lin took the insignificant gift with peace of mind.

Before leaving, in order to cover up, the embroidered lady deliberately pulled Yi Lin's belt and messed up her clothes, pretending to be just done.

As soon as Yi Lin left, the embroidered woman also had a red face, shining like a wet and moist flowers, her clothes were messy and she was panting. A group of Wu Fengs were familiar with the embroidered woman and surrounded her, teasing her how she was so shaking the earth.

The embroidered lady gasped and praised Mr. Lin for being great at kung fu and powerful, which made a group of girls laugh and clamp her legs tightly, making her heart full of tide.

Someone asked again how many times had he been here.

The embroidered girl raised nine fingers mysteriously.

"Nine, nine times!"

When I looked again, the embroiderer's legs were weak!

No wonder I was shocked so hard just now!

Suddenly, the girls around the embroidered girl were sucking in a cold air and didn't dare to think too much.

Yi Lin left, leaving behind a legend in the brothel that no one can break.

The embroidery girl is famous for not selling her skills or self-selling. Unexpectedly, after Mr. Lin Yi came, he broke the rules and embroidery girl directly.

...

"Is it already three days ago?"

Yi Lin lowered her head, tidying up the clothes that were deliberately torn by the embroiderer, and stepped out of Wanxianglou.

Passers-by threw strange eyes at Yi Lin, but no one looked at him. After all, most people walked out of Wanxiang Tower and were in this shaky and messy posture.

Yi Lin recognized Wang Xiaohu, who was hiding at the entrance of the alley and stretched out most of his body to peek.

Yi Lin walked straight to Wang Xiaohu. Wang Xiaohu felt that he was covering his face and wanted to pretend that he didn't know him. He coughed twice. Just as he was about to say "Brother, who is the one who is in charge of concealing his identity", Yi Lin pulled off Wang Xiaohu's face towel: "It's time to leave."

Wang Xiaohu stared at Brother Lin with a calm expression, how could he be recognized?

He was a little upset.
To be continued...