Emperor Jin

Chapter 22 Internal Library
Baojin poked his head in, but felt a little stuffy, probably because there was no air for a long time.

She waited for a while, found a fire pocket from her bosom, lit it at the entrance of the secret passage, and only then did she confirm that the ventilation was intact.

Along the way, only a thick layer of dust had accumulated in the dry corridor. When she reached the exit, she jumped out from behind the bookshelf and said to the astonished servant: "Let Mr. Shen come in."

In the early years of this dynasty, this was the mansion of a great general of the Shangzhu Kingdom. He was involved in the secret case of the Queen Mother Lin and ended up committing suicide. Quite ambiguous.

It is related to the face of the royal family, and the court has always kept it secret, but this secret way was mentioned in the royal family's secret letter.

Here is the gathering place of Bao Jin and his subordinates.

Shen Hao came from the front yard in a hurry, and when he saw Bao Jin, he couldn't help being slightly surprised, "Your Highness, there are many people in the palace, if the emperor finds out that you are not here..."

"It's okay, the emperor is staying in Zhaoyang Palace tonight, he doesn't care about me."

Bao Jin said: "Send someone to Song Lin's mansion to summon him—it's not easy for me to go out of the palace, but I want to discuss it with everyone."

Shen Hao hesitated slightly, so he took the order and went to the door, but turned back and asked, "Are we all here?"

"No, go to Cuise Building."

Bao Jin said in a low voice.

Before the second watch, the secret room of Cuise Building welcomed the last distinguished guest.

Song Lin took off his cloak and handed it to the waiter. After the latter bowed respectfully, he bowed and left.

Song Lin lifted up his robe and bowed to Bao Jin, "Your Highness is alright?"

"TOEFL, it's still there."

Bao Jin stretched out his hand to support her, and said with a soft smile: "Is Song Qing doing this courtesy because of our agreement on that day?"

"Yes... the minister said that day, if His Highness can kill this thief, he will definitely come back to drive you."

Song Lin got up and bowed again, Bao Jin got up to avoid him, and said with a leisurely smile: "With Song Qing helping me, I feel like I have two wings, and my heart has finally fallen to the ground."

She smiled calmly, and talked about her worries without hesitation, and in her words, she seemed to be showing weakness in front of her subordinates.

Song Lin, on the other hand, was more respectful and said: "The Lord is worried about the humiliation of the minister. If your Highness has any problems, if I do what I can, I will definitely do it properly for you."

Bao Jin smiled slightly, pointed to the first red sandalwood chair on the left, and asked him to sit down. Song Lin glanced around, and saw a few people beside him, all of whom were left in robes from the previous dynasty, and they were very familiar with each other.

"My lord Song is serious. From the first year of Jingyuan, you have been entrusted by the late emperor to be in charge of the world's money. Up to now, although you have changed masters, you still have the same wealth and power—in the whole world, who else is richer than you? ?”

Shen Hao stood by, half teasing, half seriously laughing.

"Commander Shen, please don't make fun of me. Although the amount of money I have transferred is large, it is only the royal tent. How can I call it rich?"

Song Lin shook his hands and retorted with a wry smile, as if he was taken aback by such remarks, only those eyes were still calm and calm.

"What a royal tent..."

Bao Jin smiled happily, but at this moment, her delicate face was like flowers in full bloom, so beautiful——

"Since you consider yourself to be the tent of the royal family, some things should be returned to their original owners, right?"

Hearing this shocking sentence, Song Lin's pupils shrank in an instant, and the next moment, he resumed his elegant and steady smile, "Is this the fault of my humble minister? When His Majesty Jing Yuan was martyred, although the national wealth was gone, the internal treasury was intact. No loss, and some secret properties have not been discovered-these will be handed over to you intact, and you will never dare to hide anything."

His straightforward and clear answer shocked all the audience, Bao Jin fixed his eyes on him, and after a long while, Ji Yan smiled and said: "Master Song is indeed a good minister and loyal bi..."

She took a sip of her tea and began to talk about other topics. Everyone agreed on a few more strategies, and they talked happily. After the third watch, they broke up.

In Cuise Building, Baojin was left standing alone.

She glanced out of the window, only to see that the lights of the embroidered buildings were lowered, deeper and weaker, dewy and cold, and there was no sound in these places of beauty and brothel.

There was no one else on the street, only Song Lin's carriage, which gradually went away in the cold night.

"Your Highness...?"

When Shen Hao saw the guest back, he called her with some doubts.

"How do you think Song Lin is doing today?"

Shen Hao was slightly taken aback, thought for a moment, and said: "I was worried that he would keep the internal treasury in his hands, but now that he is willing to serve His Highness, let's see if he—"

"Keep an eye on him."

Bao Jin said decisively.

Shen Hao was startled, "Your Highness, what do you see as suspicious...?"

"There's nothing suspicious... But, Song Lin made the worst mistake—"

Bao Jin sighed: "Generally, when a store has changed to a new owner, the shopkeeper will bring the account book to see, but my new owner has not even seen the shadow of the account book. Song Lin is so shrewd. Not so careless."

"I'll send someone to-!"

Bao Jin waved his hand and said with a soft smile: "Because he is not a careless person, tomorrow... the day after at the latest, a thick stack of ledgers will be sent to you."

"That's probably all cleaned up."

Baojin watched the branches and leaves swaying in the strong wind, and his voice became deeper and deeper——

"Unfortunately, as long as it is moved, it will inevitably leave traces."

Shen Hao was silent at the side, but his heart became more and more ironic, and he almost screamed, there is someone in the royal heir...

"What about the three parties?"

After a while, Baojin changed the subject again.

Although he was very uncomfortable with this jump, Shen Hao took out the album from his bosom and presented it——

"This is the information sent back by the three-sided spy."

Bao Jin couldn't help laughing, and then said gratifiedly: "The secret spies sent by the imperial court to those three families are still working faithfully!"

She read it at a glance, and said with a wry smile: "These three families are the most comfortable. Although they are not as lucky as the false emperors, they were able to invade the capital and ascend to the throne, but they are still the kings of the state, and they are powerful!"

Shen Hao approached slightly, and said in a low voice: "It is said that the son of the King of Shu is going to Beijing."

"Oh?!"

Under Baojin's astonishment, his heart moved——

"What is he doing in the capital? Isn't he afraid of being taken over by today's boss?"

"He pretends to be a messenger and has an important mission. The secret spies can't find out the details."

"Forget it, if he wants to come, he will come."

Bao Jin carefully folded the secret report, lit it with a candle on the table, waited until it was reduced to ashes, then turned and walked outside.

"It's getting cold, if you don't go back, Ji Xin should cry."

(End of this chapter)