"He is just your godson, not even a royal relative, just a lowly orphan!"

Lin Changxi couldn't hide his anger at all.

But when he said these words, the guards around him felt a little uncomfortable.

He sacrificed his life to protect his family and country.

Many soldiers inherited their father's legacy, inherited their father's will, and used their blood to protect the imperial court and the country.

But this sentence is a lowly orphan.

The hearts of many Imperial Guards were suffocated, and blood streaks spread in their pupils.

Who has no heirs?

If one day he died on the battlefield, would his children become humble orphans in the eyes of the royal family?

Lin Chenyun shook his head.

He suddenly unfolded a jade slip that transmitted sound.

That’s right!

It is a jade slip that informs the whole country.

By this time, it was already early in the morning and many people were getting up.

In the light curtain.

The evil monster is still watching the border. Millions of troops are sleeping in the open, and some even have their limbs broken.

They dedicated everything on the frontier.

"For me, Lin Chenyun, every orphan of a fallen soldier is my godson and an heir to my imperial court!"

"Lin Changxi, although they are not strong, they are not mean."

"You can humiliate me at will and trample on Lin Hongyan at will...but you are not qualified to humiliate these war orphans!"

Lin Chenyun grabbed Lin Hongyan and threw his son directly to Lin Changxi.

That expression of indignation seemed to say: "This is my biological son, you can humiliate him as you like."

At this time, the imperial guards raised their heads one after another.

All of their eyes were wet.

really!

Once nine thousand years old, he was still the emperor behind the scenes who was loved by the people and supported by the military.

Only he can put himself in the people's shoes in this way.

Within the imperial city.

Many people saw this scene through the light curtain.

Suddenly, people remembered that when Lin Chenyun was in power, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, but when the prince came to power, except for increasing taxes, he showed no sign of loving the people at all.

"Lin Chenyun, you are despicable, you actually use the words of the common people to suppress me!"

Lin Changxi saw through Lin Chenyun's tricks, but it was too late.

More and more people noticed the fighting here.

Zhao Chu's image has been created as a war orphan who strives for self-improvement.

Lin Changxi wanted to kill this orphan, but the people would not allow it.

Because of the fall of the Qinggu Kingdom, Emperor Shengxuan issued an order to respect the opinions of the people and their relatives. This is also the recent policy of the countries in the northern boundary and must not be disobeyed.

After all, no one wants to be the second Qingtian Yi who regrets his life.

"Lin Changxi, you have personally said before that if Lin Dongweasel can block your seven swords, you will spare his life."

"Although I have retired to seclusion now, if you push me too hard, don't hinder your great cause of going to Shen Cang Martial Academy... You must know that there are many people in other imperial courts coveting this position."

"A ruined prince and a war orphan are not worthy of your mobilization of troops, right?"

Then, Lin Chenyun walked over and spoke calmly and quietly in Lin Changxi's ear.

"Old dog, you threaten me!"

Lin Changxi gritted his teeth.

"Yes, if I just frame you up, you will be expelled from the Shen Cang Martial Academy. Believe in my brain and believe that I can do it. Now I am disheartened and just want my heir to be safe. I hope you will cooperate."

Lin Chenyun talked about the chips in an understatement.

"Okay, Lin Chenyun, you are still so sanctimonious."

Lin Changxi gritted his teeth, then flicked his sleeves:

"It turns out that it was a misunderstanding between our own people. Prince Chenyun, please pay attention to your health. Don't accidentally get killed one day!"

After Lin Changxi finished speaking, the Imperial Forest Army withdrew.

"Hey... there is a painting here. It seems that my nephew is still thinking about this imperial uncle!"

At this time, Lin Chenyun walked into the banquet hall.

The filthy portrait was wiped clean by him and put away carefully.

"You old dog!"

Lin Honglu showed no respect at all. Instead, he cursed with angrily expression on his face.

"Thank you nephew for the gift."

Lin Chenyun smiled.

His open-mindedness and uprightness made countless imperial guards admire him, but it also turned Lin Changxi and his son into completely narrow-minded villains.

That’s right!

Lin Chenyun's behavior of disregarding past grudges was like a blazing sun.

The dirty behavior of Lin Changxi and his son is simply disgusting.

Everyone is afraid of them, but no one respects them.

But people are not afraid of Lin Chenyun, but they only have respect in their hearts.

This is admiration from the bottom of my heart.

…

Within the palace.

"Dad, tear that portrait into pieces quickly, it's so shameful!"

The three of them returned.

Lin Hongyan looked at the painting again and was furious.

"Someone, please clean this painting and hang it in the most conspicuous place in the hall."

Who knew that instead of being angry, Lin Chenyun surprised everyone.

"Dad, why is this?"

Lin Chenyun smiled, but did not explain, but Lin Hongyan quit.

The servants were quick with their hands and feet, and within a few breaths, the painting had been hung in the center of the hall.

The material of this painting is good, and it is made of the best spiritual cloth as the base. Maybe Lin Honglu wanted to humiliate Lin Chenyun more and didn't want to be torn into pieces too early.

Lin Hongyan was furious.

He didn't understand it at all.

My father was so cowardly that it was unbelievable that the painting was obviously meant to humiliate him, so why did he have to hang it in the living room for people to laugh at?

Thinking of the faces of Lin Changxi and his son, Lin Hongyan was so angry that his liver ached.

cough!

Seeing that the painting was still hanging up, Lin Hongyan was so angry that he coughed out a mouthful of blood and couldn't recover for a long time.

"Lin Chenyun, Prince Shengxuan, an interesting person!"

Zhao Chu sat aside in silence, looking at Wuhui's painting, which was hung in a very conspicuous place.

Prince Shengxuan left a deep impression on him.

"Your Majesty, do you have any pen and ink?"

Suddenly, Zhao Chu asked.

"Um?"

Lin Chenyun was stunned.

"Would you mind if I write a few words under the prince's painting?"
Chapter completed!