Chapter 51 King Song "Blessings and blessings are immeasurable." Jiang Lin bowed his head, a smile on his face, and said, "That is what I wish for, but I dare not ask for it." Now that I have come to this point by accident, I might as well go and take a look. Wang Daoren mentioned three identities. It is now certain that these three identities all refer to a unique person. The princess, the prefect, and the Dragon King of West Lake. But Jiang Lin was not sure whether these three people were related to the mastermind behind the scenes. Maybe, no, it is quite possible that Wang Daoren cannot be sure that these three people are the masterminds behind the incident. They are just the ones he can contact. So is there a possibility that the King Song in the mansion in front of Jiang Lin is a higher-level existence that cannot be reached by the kingly people? "Thank you for your honor, Taoist priest."
The princess chuckled and gave a look. The two maids immediately got into the sedan chair and helped the princess stand up and leave the sedan chair. Before the veil could be exposed to the moonlight, it was covered with a bright red cloak. The cloak was very large and covered everything. Jiang Lin was unmoved by this scene, but the knights' breathing became much faster, and it was unclear whether it was out of regret or something else. The princess came to Jiang Lin with the help of two maids. The woman was very tall, at least meters tall, a head taller than Jiang Lin. Of course, this is also related to the fact that Jiang Lin is only sixteen years old and his bones have not yet fully grown. "Taoist Master, please." The princess leaned sideways to guide him, her snow-white arms sticking out from under her cloak. The movement was quite big, revealing the scenery inside. This scene was enough to make most men sigh and regret their poor eyesight, but Jiang Lin just nodded indifferently. The next moment, the side door of Prince Song's mansion opened, and the princess led Jiang Lin in. The Prince Song’s Palace is very large. I wouldn’t dare say there’s a different view at every step, but if you walk a dozen steps, you’ll always see a different view. On the way, the princess took the initiative to talk to Jiang Lin. "My name is Zhou Mei. May I ask your Dharma name?" Princess, no, Zhou Mei turned her head with a smile, and at that moment, her black hair swayed, and a misty fragrance came into Jiang Lin's nose. Jiang Lin naturally turned his head to look and said with a smile: "This is Xuan Ying." "Master Xuanying."
Zhou Mei was still smiling, raised her thin eyebrows, and asked: "Well, I wonder what the common name is..." "The rules of the sect are that you cannot use your secular name when you go out." Jiang Lin smiled and shook his head. "I am sorry for being so presumptuous." Zhou Mei didn't care, she just smiled and nodded, then changed the subject and said, "The reason why the Taoist priest left just now was because he heard some rumors about me, right?" Jiang Lin didn't say anything, nor did he nod, he just walked forward. Zhou Mei didn't care, she smiled to herself and said, "I do have some concubines, I keep them in the yard, just like raising a few canaries." "In this world, men are superior to women, but there are always exceptions." "However, Taoist priest, don't worry about it. I know my limits. Taoist priest is a capable master. I think my father will like him. Therefore, I will not do anything to him." "I won't have any inappropriate thoughts." As she spoke, Zhou Mei looked at Jiang Lin, trying to see some hint of loss in his eyes. Ask yourself, if such a beautiful woman in a high position tells you face to face that she is not interested in you, any man would have some emotional fluctuations. But Zhou Mei was disappointed. The young Taoist with a clear face just nodded and said calmly, "That's good." Very good? Zhou Mei paused, feeling a little unwilling. I said it was my business, and you said so too. What does that mean? No matter what kind of woman she is, she is always unreasonable when it comes to her appearance. However, she hid this emotion very well, and instead sighed and said, "I am 26 years old now, and I should be at the age of taking care of my husband and children." "If there hadn't been an accident, we would have had a child by now." "I got married at the age of sixteen and have been married three times." "But each time, my fiancé met with an accident before I even got married. The way he died was horrible and miserable, as if an evil ghost was taking my life." "People say that I was born in an ugly hour, and I was born with a 1,700-fold killing sign, which is an extremely evil fate that will bring bad luck to my husband." "What do you think, Taoist Priest?" Zhou Mei looked at Jiang Lin again. How to look? The Taoist priest watched with a smile. Jiang Lin complained in his heart. Born at the time of the Chou Emperor, born with a murderous look... Are you worthy? That is the fate of Master Tongtian, Marshal Zhongtan, and Nezha the Third Prince. Ning is also worthy of it? ? This is a bit nonsense. If an ordinary person really had such a fate, he would have become a killer long ago. How could he allow you to have a lover who can take care of you for ten years?
Stop it. Nezha was born with a murderous look, destined to be the fierce guardian of the Heavenly Palace, the evil Nezha in the Central Altar. What are you? "It seems that the Taoist priest can't see clearly either?" Zhou Mei asked softly. Hearing this, Jiang Lin said calmly: "I am not well-versed in martial arts, so I cannot see the fate of the princess clearly." "Is that so? What a pity." Zhou Mei smiled slightly and ended the topic. As they were talking, they had already arrived at the main reception room. "Master, please come in. I have already informed my father. He is waiting in the main hall now." Zhou Mei stood in front of the reception room and gave instructions sideways. "Thank you, Princess." Jiang Lin nodded and walked in. There was only one person in the reception room. A middle-aged man with a well-proportioned figure, meticulously groomed hair, a short beard, and an elegant and easy-going temperament. However, although he is said to be a middle-aged man, the faintly visible wisps of gray hair in his bun reveal his true age. This is a well-maintained man, but he is in his fifties. There is no doubt that this person is Prince Song, the current emperor's younger brother. In name, the other party has the final say in the entire Hangzhou Prefecture, but it is only in name. When it comes to matters unrelated to national affairs, the governor can only bow his head and obey his orders. But if something really big happens, this person will be a mascot. But even so, it is a power that most people cannot imagine. "Is this Taoist priest the strange man Mei'er mentioned?" King Song came to meet Jiang Lin. He didn't put on any airs as a first-class prince. He smiled and nodded and said, "I am Zhou Shouzhuo, nice to meet you, Taoist priest." "Blessings and blessings are immeasurable." Jiang Lin bowed his head and said, "I am Xuanying, and I am honored to meet the King of Song." "Master, you are so polite. Please take a seat. Please take a seat." King Song greeted Jiang Lin with a smile and sat down, and his maid served him fragrant tea.
"I don't know where Chang is practicing in the immortal mountain or the cave?" King Song picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and then asked. "I am practicing in Ziwei Temple on Longjing Mountain." "Oh?" King Song sighed in surprise and said, "Longjing Mountain is in Hangzhou. It is a pity that I didn't know about such a strange person as the Taoist priest before." "However, it's not too late to meet the Taoist priest now." King Song smiled and said, "In my life, I have only ever liked to talk about the mysteries of Zen and Taoism. It is a great honor to meet you today." "I always speak my mind." "I wonder if you are willing to accept the offerings from the palace?" (End of this chapter)