Chapter 200 Come Back Quickly, Xiao Yue

Nanyu Town, gold shaking gambling house.

Wanyan Lin had a warm smile on his face, but there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. After so many years of planning, it was finally this day.

However, this smugness disappeared in just a moment. Wanyan Lin made a gesture of invitation, looked at the old man sitting opposite him, and motioned for him to drink tea.

Han Zezhong was the prime minister of Wanyan Lin when his father was in power. After Prince Regent was in power, he was dissatisfied with the fact that he sent the prince to another country to be a hostage, and then he went into office in spite of the safety of the princes and the fact that he secretly harbored several great powers of cholera.

He himself was loyal to the kingdom of hengyuan, and many students held important positions in the court. His words could definitely affect the court, and even Prince Regent had been tolerant.

Now, Wanyan Zhen's foundation is not stable, but he respects Han Zezhong a little more. He has the intention of inviting him to resume his official career.

However, Han Zezhong felt that Wanyan Zhen's heart was not enough to be the emperor, and in the past few years of famine, Wanyan Zhen was extravagant, leading to the people's misery, and the rise of the civil volunteer army. Han Zezhong was inevitably worried about the prospects of the Hengyuan, and "Accidentally" learned of Wanyan Lin's whereabouts, he personally invited him to return to inherit the general.

Seventh Prince, the old man has already retired, but he never forgets Retired Emperor's kindness to the old man, and never forgets that he is part of the Hengyuan. Seventh Prince is the only direct descendant of the Hengyuan. Now that the country is in danger, he has asked Seventh Prince to return to his home country to sit down and save the people from the fire and water. He is trying his best to save the country from decline." Han Zezhong stood up and arched his hands in a trembling voice.

"Elder Han was the minister of the humerus when my father was in power. Unfortunately, I am only a merchant now. The news of Seventh Prince's death in the Hengyuan has long been known throughout the country. How can the world believe the truth when Elder Han invited me back? And the new emperor is still in power, and even if my true identity is recognized, it will still be awkward. How do Elder Han think I can make the new emperor accept and allow me to save mountains and rivers and people?" Wanyan Lin's voice was faint, as if there was no sadness or resentment.

Han Zezhong knew that it would not be so easy to invite Wanyan Lin back. He lifted his clothes and knelt on the ground. The white-haired man tried his best to straighten his back and make a big bow to show his respect for Wanyan Lin.

"Elder Han, get up quickly. Even in front of my father, Elder Han doesn't have to salute. How can I do it?" Wanyan Lin's eyes flashed, but after receiving a salute, he quickly walked to Han Zezhong and lifted his arm.

However, Han Zezhong insisted on kneeling down to speak, and Wanyan Lin could not use his internal force to avoid breaking Han Zezhong's arm, so one hand could not help him up, so he could only sigh helplessly and stand slightly sideways.

"Seventh Prince can rest assured that as long as Seventh Prince returns with the old man, other matters will be properly arranged for Seventh Prince by the old minister. Presumably, Retired Emperor also hopes that Seventh Prince will inherit the throne, and the country's monarch should have a capable sage to live in. Nowadays, only Seventh Prince is the most suitable prince." Han Zezhong was still kneeling on the ground, his face full of vicissitudes with unquestionable certainty.

Wanyan Lin shook his right arm with a wry smile and pulled up his sleeve with his left hand, revealing the scar on his wrist, "I didn't hide it from Elder Han. I wanted to fight for that position, even for my parents. But now..."

"Seventh Prince's hand!?" Han Zezhong looked at Wanyan Lin in astonishment, not knowing that his right hand was disabled.

"It's useless." Wanyan Lin said a simple sentence, then put down his sleeve and helped Han Zezhong up with one hand. He said helplessly: "Since ancient times, there has never been a bad precedent for emperors. I can contribute to the Hengyuan alive. I have done my part as a prince. I believe that both father and mother will understand my difficulties. I also ask old han not to put his hopes on me again and let me continue to be my Childe Bai. No one knows my whereabouts. Only then will I be able to live in peace for the rest of my life."

After that, Wanyan Lin turned around and sat at the top of the table. Han Zezhong looked at Wanyan Lin with a complicated expression and did not speak for a long time. It was not until Wanyan Lin drank nearly a cup of tea and watched him with his left hand still moving unrestrained, but his right hand slumped down on his side that Han Zezhong woke up from regret.

Lowering his eyes, Han Zezhong did not continue to persuade Wanyan Lin to return home to inherit the grand unification, but his mind changed in an instant.

Han Zezhong glanced at him from the corner of the eye. Wanyan Lin did not change his face, but a mocking look appeared in his eyes. His Wanyan Lin's existence was never a substitute, even if his right hand was not good at acting. Everything he wanted, including the position above ten thousand people.

When Wanyan Lin put down the teacup, han zezhong knew that he had the intention of seeing off the guests, so he stood up and said, "Old man, I beg Seventh Prince to reconsider what old man just said. Retired Emperor and Empress Dowager must be looking forward to Seventh Prince's return."

"As long as I am alive, my father and mother will be safe and sound. This is the greatest filial piety as a son, and I ask Elder Han to fulfill it." Wanyan Lin stood up and lowered his head slightly.

As a junior, to make such a humble request, even if Han Zezhong wanted to say anything, it could only be turned into a sigh, asking Wanyan Lin to return and seize the throne, it seemed that it would take a long time to discuss.

Before leaving, Han Zezhong took a deep look at Wanyan Lin's right hand, then bowed and left.

After Han Zezhong left, the smile on Wanyan Lin's face gradually disappeared. His left hand was clenched into a fist in anger, but his right hand was raised slowly. Although his five fingers could move slightly, it was still not far from being disabled. It was almost impossible to recover to its original state.

But it was almost as long as there was a prescription...

Thinking of this, Wanyan Lin raised the corner of his lips again and looked at Han Zezhong's back with a smile but not a smile. It was much easier to have these people come out, and he could wait for Su Mianyue to come back here, without having to go to the Hengyuan too early.

"The more chaotic it is, the more you will feel that my existence as Wanyan Lin is indispensable, and more people will be willing to submit to me. Only then can history record more of my great achievements." The right hand struggled to lift the lid of the cup. It was just a simple action, but Wanyan Lin's forehead was dripping with sweat. The pain made Wanyan Lin smile even more.

After refilling a cup of tea, Wanyan Lin took a few sips and looked down at his trembling right hand with a joyful look in his eyes, looking forward to Su Mianyue's surprise when he saw the results of his gritted teeth and persistent recovery.

"Yue, you said you were born to create miracles, so come back quickly and see my miracles." The corners of her lips rose slightly as she spoke of the person she missed.

On the official road near Nanyu Town, Su Mianyue, who was sitting in the carriage, couldn't help sneezing and rubbing his itchy nose. He could not help but wrinkle his nose as he looked at the half-finished men's clothes that were hard to get into his hands.

"Miss, are you sure that third young master can really wear this dress?" Biwu rested her chin on her hands and looked bored as Su Mianyue rushed to make the jacket.

Along the way, Su Mianyue managed to sew seven or eight parts of the long bamboo shirt, at the cost of Su Mianyue's white fingers with holes in them, but the long shirt was still ugly and inconspicuous. Biwu could not imagine how badly Su Yu would look in it.

However, thinking that Su Yu had not seen Su Mianyue's painstaking work, he had a little expectation in his heart. Don't hope that the bigger the disappointment, the better. Otherwise, Su Yu's expression must be very exciting.

Su Mianyue glared at Biwu, who was making fun of herself, and snorted, "Your female celebrity is not necessarily better than me. It's not a matter of fifty steps and a hundred steps. It's Yu's good fortune to be able to wear the clothes that my female hero Su Mianyue personally sewed. He should be happy."

Along the way, because Su Yu's men had spent a lot of means, Su Mianyue and others did not encounter too many twists and turns and left the Yan Country, but Su Mianyue suspected that they would leave so smoothly, there were some people who did not want to support Yun Wansheng as emperor to open the door for them.

Of course, Su Yu was the only person in the world who knew how to make a human skin mask. As for Su Mianyue's standard, it was better not to mention it. The mask she made was just to deceive those who didn't know much about it.

Biwu playfully stuck out her tongue, insinuating that she did not need such luck, so she leaned against the car wall to take a nap and let Su Mianyue continue to struggle with the embroidery needle.