Chapter 9: Miserly

After investigating the matter, Lin Qing said to the people around him, "I will drive back to the house."
A young young lady in a dark brocade dress said in a puzzled way: "Daddy?"
Lin Qing turned to look at him. This man was named Lin Jiu. He was the son of his son. He had been with him for three years. He was clever and clever. As long as he took more training to pick him up in the future, it was not impossible.
Everyone knows that eunuchs can't pass on the lineage, so some eunuchs can only accept some righteous children. When they are old, they can expect someone to give them up.
Lin Qing does not care about this set, what kind of pension? He is not far from death if he can really care for the elderly.
There are too many people who hope that he will die. As long as he has no rights in his hands, those people will swarm and want to eat him bit by bit. So he can't be without power, even if it will attract more resentment.
As for how he died, he really didn't care, and he couldn't help himself at that time.
I recognized Lin Jiu’s dry son just because he was clever and clever, and he had a sense of ambition. He also had ambition in his eyes. If you give him a little bait, he will change back and climb up desperately, not afraid that he will not do his best He works.
Lin Qing smiled and took a box from the side drawer. Lin Jiu recognized the thing. This was what Lin Qing brought back from the Three Princes’ House that night. Although he didn’t follow him that night, he knew something about it. This is the real story of Du Sheng. I don’t know what it means to send the painting to his godfather.
Lin Qing took it out and opened it slowly. A red sun was printed in front of him, followed by mountains and rivers, and Shenzhou Wanli. At the end, there was a small payment.
Lin Jiu's eyes were stagnant. Isn't this a picture of a mountain and river community?
After secretly glancing at the nine thousand years old with a smile, Lin Jiu said nothing.
"Lin Jiu, the three princes can't wait any longer." Lin Qing's voice showed an impenetrable meaning.
"What does Chitose mean?" Lin Jiu hesitated, Lin Qing's thoughts could never be guessed. Is Chitose this time standing next to the three princes? Lin Jiu's heart was cold.
Although Zhaoye had been rumored to say that Lin Qing was the third prince, Lin Jiu knew it was not, Lin Jiu's time with Lin Qing was not short, he knew more than others, although North Korea and China had long been in the fight for the throne Fighting secretly makes you die, but Lin Qing has never really supported any prince, even hostile to everyone.
Did the godfather make up his mind this time, Lin Jiu couldn't help thinking, and at the same time his heart was beating fast, if that was the case, the chances of the three princes would be much greater.
Some of Lin Jiu's obvious thoughts are gone, and Lin Qing has turned to the door at this time.
If Lin Jiu is right, the three princes can’t wait to visit his godfather, and Lin Qing will give him this opportunity.
"What? Chitose is going home again!" As soon as she heard the news, Linger ran to her small courtyard, grabbing the sleepy Zhao Zimu who was lying under the tree and reading a book. shake.
"Miss Miss..." Looking at the little girl Zhao Zimu who was holding her happily, she was dizzy and quickly pressed her to sit on her lap and asked comfortably: "What's wrong? Look at you Excited, if I remember correctly, I was woken by you like this the day before yesterday, wouldn’t it be any more fun? Look at you excited."
The little girl is really cute and petite, so Zhao Zimu likes to tease her, but she will spoil her more often, but she will not treat her as a sister, because she can't afford such things.
Those who really understand Zhao Zimu will know that Zhao Zimu is not just looking cold on the surface, but the real cold heart in his heart. Although this kind of person will smile at you on the surface, sometimes you may even feel that she is very gentle, but only when you really want to get a certain feeling from her, you will really realize that this is impossible.
Zhao Zimu is stingy with her emotions, because she knows that once she gives herself, she will become weak, and she doesn’t want to be weak easily. If there is such a person who makes her willing to turn into Zhirou, she will only Give her all her feelings.
This is what others call ruthless, but also the most affectionate, and Zhao Zimu is such a person.
Linger fluttered her big watery eyes, hands around her neck, buttocks sitting on her lap and shaking, and she usually likes to wear a pink dress, now Zhao Zimu thinks that this group of pink Things were dazzling, and her hands clasped her waist so that she would not fall.
A closer look at the posture of the two, it's really a bit... indescribable...
The little girl blushed like a big apple, and Zhao Zimu really wanted to take a bite, because the place where she was caught was a little itchy, and Linger had trouble with her again.
A moment later the little girl straightened her shy face and said, "Do you know Miss, Chitose is going back home again."
"Oh," Zhao Zimu narrowed her eyes and said, "What then?"
The little girl was lying on her body and rubbed her head on her chest: "You will get up early."
Zhao Zimu: "..."
She felt that it was necessary for her to popularize the joys of her life, otherwise she would stare at the things in the inner courtyard all day, Zhao Zimu was afraid to learn her badly...