How did Lin Jiufeng know these things?

Of course Dachun told him.

More than 50 years later, Dachun has also become an old man from that young boy.

His cultivation stayed at the peak of Martial Saint, and he hadn't broken through yet.

Of course, it was enough for him.

This year, Dachun, who is just 70 years old, still comes to deliver wine and food every month, without stopping.

Dachun told Lin Jiufeng about these things.

Otherwise, how could Lin Jiufeng, who couldn't get out of the door, know these things about Dedi?

...

It's another year of heavy snowfall.

It is an appointment time every month.

Dachun brought wine and vegetables and walked toward the wind and snow. In the heavy snow, his chubby body became more rounded.

"His Royal Highness, Dachun has come to bring you food." Dachun walked to the door of the cold palace and shouted.

Lin Jiufeng hugged the little white cat, came behind the door, and opened the door of Leng Gong.

Now there is no need to squeeze in through a small hole like before.

Lin Jiufeng directly opened the door, had a drink with Dachun, and had a meal.

Dachun saw Lin Jiufeng, respectfully said: "I have seen your Highness!"

It has been more than fifty years, but Dachun still respects Lin Jiufeng as always.

Back then, the commander of the Guards, who called Dachun Food Delivery, had long forgotten Lin Jiufeng, but Dachun was still doing what he had done.

Lin Jiufeng let Dachun come in and took out the wine and vegetables in the snow-covered yard.

"His Royal Highness is still the same as before, the gods are as abundant as jade. Looking at His Highness now, it is like looking at the way it was fifty years ago, but I am not the same. A few years have changed, and now it has become this big belly." Dachun gave Lin Jiufeng Pour a glass of wine and said with emotion.

Over the decades, the relationship between him and Lin Jiufeng has become a friendship of good friends.

Lin Jiufeng doesn't have many friends, Dachun is the only one.

The little white cat is a close relative.

"The big belly shows that you have a worry-free life and how happy you are." Lin Jiufeng chuckled up the wine glass and had a drink with Dachun.

"His Royal Highness, I don't have much ambitions. Now that I can be so energetic in my early years, it is already my childhood dream." Dachun said with a calm expression.

"I'm not as good as your Highness. Thinking about the chaos on the top of the Forbidden City, the court was helpless. I was guarding the side door and was anxious to get angry, but there was nothing I could do."

"His Royal Highness came at that time, brought Martial Saint, and killed the ancestor of the Demon Dao with a sword. No one in the world knew except me. After so many years, that scene in my heart is still indelible." Dachun said.

Lin Jiufeng caught a piece of chicken, handed it to the little white cat, and then looked at Dachun.

He did not speak.

Dachun said a lot today.

Normally, he would not say this, but would tell Lin Jiufeng what happened to the Yuhua Shen Dynasty recently, and what happened in this world recently.

This is the first time he has spoken his heart with Lin Jiufeng.

Lin Jiufeng chose to be a listener.

He once again toasted Dachun a glass of wine.

Dachun drank it, sighed with relief, and said: "His Royal Highness, the Emperor Yuhua Shen Dynasty has undergone tremendous changes recently. The Emperor of Germany has wisely recruited a lot of masters, and the management of the Emperor Yuhua God has flourished. In the past few days, the German Emperor An order was given."

"What order?" Lin Jiufeng asked.

"Send masters in the imperial capital to serve as local officials in different regions, guard one party, convey the will of the imperial court, let the centralization of power penetrate into the place, and strengthen control." Dachun explained.

"You were selected?" Lin Jiufeng guessed why Dachun was like this today.

Dachun nodded and said with a smile: "I don't want to be lazy. The German Emperor personally called the name. I am also considered as an veteran of the Four Dynasties. I should set an example, so I can't refuse."

"Very good, no wonder today's dishes are richer than usual." Lin Jiufeng laughed.

The food on the table has more than doubled from last month, and there is an extra pot of wine.

"His Royal Highness, I won't be able to come back in a short time. I can no longer bring you wine and food. I will punish myself for this glass of wine." Dachun apologized.

"It doesn't need to be so." Lin Jiufeng stopped him and had a drink with him.

"His Royal Highness, I can arrange for others to deliver food..." Dachun proposed a solution.

"No need." Lin Jiufeng refused.

"I actually don't need these for a long time. This is a habit I have developed over the decades. If you give it to me, I will eat it. If it changes to someone else, it won't taste like that." Lin Jiufeng said.

Dachun nodded, not mentioning this.

"Where did the court assign you?" Lin Jiufeng asked curiously.

Dachun is his friend, so care about his friend.

"My hometown, the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River." Dachun smiled happily.

This is why he did not continue to refuse.

He was not born in the imperial capital. He had been living in the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River until he was thirteen years old.

Later, he entered the imperial capital with his father and started his career in the imperial capital for decades.

Living in the imperial capital for fifty or sixty years, it stands to reason that the imperial capital should be missed the most.

But in fact, Dachun, who is 70 years old, dreamed back every midnight, still the Jiangnan in his memory.

"In the past few years, even though I have established myself in the imperial capital, and the children have all regarded themselves as the imperial capital, I know that my roots are not here."

"As the old saying goes, people do not hesitate to go, tigers do not hesitate to mountain. These years, we are all guests from other countries."

"After going through wind and rain in the imperial capital, I am also tired. I want to go back to my hometown. My old mother is just 100 years old this year. My brothers and sisters took her back to my hometown decades ago. I haven't been back many years. Go back and do your filial piety."

"The only thing I can't let go of ~www.ltnovel.com~ is your Highness. I always feel that I still have a responsibility that I haven't fulfilled. I have promised to give my Highness a meal for the rest of my life, but now I'm going to break my promise."

Dachun smiled guiltily.

Lin Jiufeng shook his head and said calmly: "Actually, you know, it doesn’t matter to me whether the food is delivered or not. I just treat you as a friend. I look forward to chatting with you every month and listening to you talk about things. It's just a habit that you have developed."

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Dachun nodded: "I know that His Royal Highness does not need me to deliver meals, and I also know that His Royal Highness is great. Few people in the entire emperor know His Highness's ability, but I deeply understand. Your Royal Highness is here, Yuhua Shen Dynasty is here, and His Highness is not there. Yuhua Shenchao didn't know how many times he died, the people of this world need to thank Your Highness."

Lin Jiufeng waved his hand: "Drink the bar."

Thanks for what?

When the emperor of the Emerging God Dynasty, he naturally has the responsibility to protect the people.

Lin Jiufeng is just a help.

Dedi is doing great now.

Dachun and Lin Jiufeng talked a lot with food and drink. This was the first time they had a heart-to-heart conversation.

Dachun left, and when he bowed deeply to Lin Jiufeng, he left.

In the wind and snow, Dachun's fat back disappeared with the wind and snow.

Lin Jiufeng flicked his fingers, and a sword aura shot out into Dachun's body.

Just like the top of the Forbidden City decades ago, Lin Jiufeng also gave Dachun a sword energy to protect him.

"I hope this sword qi doesn't work either." Lin Jiufeng said softly.

There was no follow-up to that sword qi that year, and Dachun was not harmed.

Lin Jiufeng hopes that this sword aura is the same now.

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