Can A Scholar Be Called A Villain?

Found the protagonist Sheng Yi

After Murong Lin and Ma Jianshou discussed and went to Xinghualou together, Ma Jianshou went out to have fun, and Murong Lin carefully checked Sheng Yi’s information.

“Rebirth? Will he know his own information? Or does he not seize this body in that timeline? Interesting.” Murong Lin was puzzled.

Sheng Yi, his father is a great power in the world, his fiancee and six princesses are still born again.

No matter which one I can’t seem to afford!

Interesting, did you reach the big boss level so soon?

Obviously the previous protagonist Zhou Fan was so weak.

The protagonist who can twist to death with one hand becomes the protagonist who can twist to death with one hand.

“His Royal Highness, do you think there is anything wrong with Sheng Yi?” Old Man Bai asked as he looked at Murong Lin in thought.

“Nothing, just curiosity. By the way, tomorrow is going to be early, right?”

“Yes, tomorrow is the beginning of the week, you need an early morning.”

One year is divided into December, one month is divided into five weeks, one week is divided into six days, one day is divided into twelve hours, one hour is divided into four quarters, one quarter is divided into three cups of tea, one cup of tea is divided into two sticks of incense, one Zhuxiang is divided into five points, one point is divided into six flicks, and one flick is divided into ten moments.

One moment is one second.

On the first day of the week, that is, at the beginning of the week, there is an early dynasty, whether it is a prince or a minister, they must enter the palace to discuss the major events of the week.

“Bored.” Murong Lin shook his head. He has always hated these things the most. The disputes in the court are worse than the secret arrows.

“His Royal Highness, tomorrow the emperor will order you to go to the south to suppress the tide of beasts. Look, does this mansion need to make any preparations?”

“No need. You will stay here then, you don’t need to bring anything. I’ll be on the road alone.” Murong Lin waved his hand.

Old Uncle White was surprised and confused and tentatively asked: “His Royal Highness, do you want those four to accompany you?”

“Of course it’s not the four people anymore.” Murong Lin knew he was talking about the four blood protectors of the Blood Spirit Society, “I have my own arrangements.” What he wanted to say was naturally the thirteen people summoned from the system. , Such a good team, why not deserve it?

“You help me find a remote house in the capital.” Murong Lin said, “A house that no one knows except you and me. Understand?”

“Yes!” Old Uncle White nodded and stepped back.

Murong Lin went back to the room to practice, and by the way, he cleared the things in his mind.

Now that he has killed a protagonist, Murong Lin feels that his pace can be slowed down. After all, to obliterate a newly emerging protagonist, it is better to obliterate a protagonist who has developed to a certain degree. Not talking about strength, just talking about opportunities and resources, I don’t know how much I have accumulated. From this point of view, long-term fishing is the kingly way.

At night, the lights are brightly lit, and it is prosperous for ten miles.

Murong Lin rode a sad horse-drawn carriage to Xinghualou, the largest flower house in the capital. Xinghualou is located in the most prosperous place in the commercial area. Today is another good day to choose oiran once every three years. The whole street is full of people coming and going. Colorful lights dotted the surroundings, and the voices were loud and noisy.

Inside the carriage, Ma Jianshou opened the curtains and looked at the surroundings carefully, for fear of being seen by Xuelinna.

“Old Ma, I have never seen you so scared.” Murong Lin joked, shaking a folding fan.

“No, it’s not scary, but can’t be beaten.” Ma Jianshou said solemnly.

“Hehe, who are the four famous leaders who are out tonight?” Murong Lin asked, shaking his fan, looking out through the curtains Ma Jianshou opened.

“Who else? Everyone who plays the piano, Yu Xiu’er, a Keren who is good at surprises, and Zhi Tian’er, a pair of small feet that astounds a hero in the city, with a mysterious like a dream that has never been taken off the veil. These four people these years I don’t know who can be the oiran tonight, and I don’t know if anyone can become their noble person.” Ma Jian said sadly.

“Tsk tusk tusk, I remember the one you bought back last time, and played like that, how bad your father scolded you!”

“Cut, what do you know. I’m gone, I’m here.” Ma Jianshou waved his hand and got out of the car.

Murong Lin followed, glanced around at random, and found many acquaintances. With a slight smile, he shook his fan and went in.

“Is that the third prince? How to mix with that kind of person is really a surrender.”

“What do you know? Now that the three princes have no power to support them, they can only win over these dudes.”

“Oh, after all, it’s not better than other princes.”

“Look over there! The eldest prince and the sixth princess are here! This is the human dragon! Wow! Isn’t the sixth princess next to the “Haihua Fairy”!”

“So beautiful!”

Ignoring the noise in his ears, Murong Lin continued to keep the smile on his face, and followed Ma Jianshou to the room between them.

The selection of oiran is held at the back of Xinghua Building, on a huge platform, surrounded by a circle of seats, and there are 33 boxes on the three floors upstairs as VIP room seats.

“It seems you can’t hide.” Murong Lin said inexplicably.

Ma saw the sorrow, but was shaking all over. Hearing Murong Lin’s words, he saw Xuelinna at the corner of the stairs.

The three of them looked at each other.

There was silence for a moment.

Ma Jianshou smiled and said, “Isn’t this cousin Xue, why did you meet you here? Please please!”

Ignoring Ma Jian’s melancholic gestures and expressions, Xuelina glanced at Murong Lin, who was shaking a fan next to him, and mocked: “Oh, isn’t this the third prince? How come you have time to come here today?”

Murong Lin didn’t bother her yin and yang, and smiled: “When I learned that you are here, I will come naturally.”

Counterattack, Xuelinna disgusted.

She frowned, turned and walked upstairs.

The Xue family’s children followed closely behind them, casting contemptuous glances at Murong Lin and Ma Jianchou.

“Tsk tusk, is this the feeling of not having a backer?” Murong Lin murmured.

“What’s the matter?” Ma Jianshou looked at Murong Lin, and led him into the box he had set, where there were already a few people sitting.

“It’s nothing, with emotion.” Murong Lin walked into the room and closed the door.

The people in the room were all the people Murong Lin had wooed before, all the dudes.

“Lao Lin, why are you here? Come and take a look at the golden-headed general I recently trained!” A young man with a sharp-mouthed monkey-gill took out a cricket from his arms and stroked it with affection.

“Oh, did you two meet that woman just now?” a man in pink glamorous clothes pinched Lanhua and said.

The thin tall pole smoking cigarette looked at the two of them, said nothing, and continued to squint his long cigarette holder.

“You know something recently. I guess I will be ordered to go to the south to suppress the beast tide tomorrow.” Murong Lin sat casually next to a few people, with his legs on the table, looking at the three.

In front of these few people, Murong Lin looked full of hostility and rebelliousness, anxious and useless image of the third prince because of his father’s non-support and the mother’s contempt.

“Isn’t it? Are you really sure?” The coquettish man was shocked and said worriedly, “Do you need me to lend you some manpower?”

As the illegitimate son of Junhou, Bai Xiaoxiao also had some people in his hands.

“Lao Lin, I’ll treat you tonight, just order it!” said Li Mingdao, who was playing with crickets. His father was a merchant, and he was naturally rich.

“I have detailed information about some places in the south, you can take it.” Zhou Miao took a sip of grass tobacco and threw a piece of jade slip to Murong Lin.

“Don’t worry, don’t you worry about Lao Lin’s strength?” Ma Jianshou said, patting his stomach. Several people laughed, and the atmosphere gradually eased.

At this moment, Murong Lin took the jade slip thrown by Zhou Miao, and the voice of the system rang in his mind.

“Ding! The counter has detected that the protagonist is approaching! Please pay attention!”

Murong Lin’s gaze swept outside and saw an arrogant figure walk into the venue and walk towards a box.

His appearance is beautiful, his eyes are full of dignity, and there is a general feeling between his gestures and gestures. He was tall and dressed plainly, and he was surrounded by a few people who were also plainly dressed.

Ma Jianshou saw it and cried, “Sheng Yi! Why is he here too?”*