Giant Ship Across the Song Dynasty: My Supplies Come from My Motherland

Chapter 147 Xiao Liangzi

On a warm spring afternoon, with the weather approaching April, Lin Zhou was trapped on a bench in the backyard, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his hands resting on the railing, muttering to himself as he played an internal RPG.

On the third day after Prince Rui left, he was so bored being trapped here, but he didn't dare to travel back and forth easily, so he could only waste his days by imagining scenarios.

Today's game is about time-traveling into the Ninth Sister after the Jingkang Incident. Back then, Yue Fei was still young, Han Shizhong was still young, Zhang Jun was not yet the jealous and treacherous lackey who went down a different path, and Liu Guangshi was defeating the Western Xia so badly that they cried for their parents.

Now, Han Shizhong is old, Yue Fei and Liu Guangshi died in the same year, and Zhang Jun has become a spineless old dog—everything is different now.

As Lin Zhou was tilting his head back and blowing smoke rings like a crab blowing bubbles, he suddenly heard a commotion outside. He loved this noise. No kidding, on a dull, ordinary afternoon, if such a noise came from around the house, not only people, but even the dog would peek out.

Lin Zhou was no exception. He moved some stones under his feet and looked out through the courtyard wall. He saw that the Prince Rui's personal guards were confronting another group of Jin soldiers at the gate, and in front of them was a young man who looked to be about the same age as Lin Zhou.

Although they were about the same age, their demeanor was completely different. Lin Zhou standing in front of him felt like a young Hannibal Lecter meeting SpongeBob SquarePants.

His first impression was that this man, though just standing there, appeared refined and approachable, much like a young master from a top family in Jiangnan.

They are exactly the same.

However, just one glance from him was enough to make Lin Zhou feel a sharp killing intent.

Lin Zhou had met Han Shizhong and Wanyan Zongbi, but even these top generals did not possess the same bloodthirsty aura as Lin Zhou.

In martial arts novels, a person is described as a sword that has not yet been drawn, but the problem is that this person gives the impression of a butcher's knife that is still dripping blood.

In that instant, Lin Zhou could roughly guess the person's identity.

Wanyan Liang.

So he did something incredibly outrageous: he actually shouted from the top of the wall, "Hey, Wanyan Liang!"

The young man suddenly turned around, paused for a moment after seeing Lin Zhou, then smiled, put one hand behind his back, and walked over with a beaming smile, looking up at Lin Zhou: "What brings you here, sir?"

"Are you really Wanyan Liang?"

Lin Zhou jumped onto the wall and sat down on it: "It's an honor to meet you."

"I don't know—who are you?"

"Oh, I'm a friend of Tamarix."

Lin Zhou looked Wanyan Liang up and down, and Wanyan Liang looked him up and down as well. Suddenly, Wanyan Liang's eyes narrowed sharply, his gaze like a dagger piercing Lin Zhou's face.

"A Song Dynasty person?"

"Han Chinese." Lin Zhou replied with a smile, "Hey, that's strange. Aren't you particularly opposed to Sinicization? How come I feel that you're so Sinicized? Even Prince Rui had a slight accent, but you don't have one at all."

"Han people—" Wanyan Liang smiled slightly, his eyes sweeping over Lin Zhou: "I am the Han person."

"Damn it," Lin Zhou cursed under his breath.

However, Wanyan Liang did not hear him. He simply raised his head and said, politely but with great arrogance, "I am not against Sinicization; what I despise is Song-ization. You Song people, those things of yours are nothing but dross wherever you look!"

"Fuck your mother." Lin Zhou spat, "You're so young, yet you have such a big mouth."

Wanyan Liang clearly had no desire to continue the conversation with Lin Zhou. He simply walked to the door and said to the guards, "Someone has reported that Brother Bodie is suspected of treason. His Majesty has ordered me to investigate this matter."

"So you're already starting to mess with people, huh? Wanyan Zongbi isn't even dead yet, and you're already in such a hurry?" Lin Zhou shouted from the wall, "Aren't you afraid that hot-tempered old man will turn around and beat you up?"

Wanyan Liang raised his head, looked at Lin Zhou, and smiled with a hint of malice: "It's not up to a Song person to speak here, is it?"

"Don't be so stereotypical," Lin Zhou said, swinging his legs. "I'm just reminding you, you were supposed to wait until Wanyan Zongbi died, then kill your emperor, and finally deal with your relatives, right? You're doing this right away, you're too hasty, too hasty. Are you sure it's your uncle who's going to die? What if he's not dead?"

Wanyan Liang's heart skipped a beat. His previously kind and calm demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a gloomy expression. He glared at Lin Zhou with resentment in his eyes, and though he didn't speak, his gaze said it all.

There were quite a few people present who could understand Mandarin, and after hearing Lin Zhou's words, the atmosphere almost froze.

Lin Zhou never plays or can play that kind of complicated game. He just says what he knows, and his thoughts are incredibly simple: "Anyway, you're planning to turn against others, and I'm not going to stay in Jin Kingdom. What can you do to me if I say something?"

Besides, this was information he painstakingly found on Baidu Encyclopedia, so wouldn't he make good use of it to show off his knowledge?

However, once these words were spoken, they took on a different meaning. Judging from the current situation, it seems that Emperor Jin Xizong was playing a balancing act, allowing one faction to suppress the other. Moreover, Emperor Jin Xizong was no good person; he was so cruel and bloodthirsty that he no longer distinguished right from wrong.

The fact that Wanyan Liang was able to kill the emperor, and that everyone still thought that killing the emperor was no big deal, shows just how unpopular Emperor Xizong was.

However, there are some things you can do but some things you can't say. Once you say them, they become incredibly heavy.

Especially since these words came from Lin Zhou's mouth, and he said them while standing in the Prince Rui's residence, it meant that Wanyan Zongbi's faction already knew about Wanyan Liang's plans and schemes.

Isn't that scary?

Of course it's scary! It's absolutely terrifying!

At this moment, Wanyan Liang felt as if he could barely breathe. He had been painstakingly planning this for five years, starting from the day the Shaoxing Peace Treaty was signed, from the day Yue Fei was arrested, and from the day he saw Wanyan Zongbi's aged appearance.

Today, these words were spoken by a complete stranger, and in this way.

This means that all his years of perseverance, scheming, and suppression have been laid bare before everyone.

At that moment, only one thought occupied his mind: "How did he know?"

"Right, this is the correct procedure." Lin Zhou continued to ramble on while perched on the wall, thinking he was incredibly powerful: "You came in here just to stuff something in, a whole dragon robe, a whole imperial seal, and then put it out, saying they want to rebel. Hey, you're a bit like an old friend of mine, you two were pretty close, right? He even helped you sell grain, didn't he? Hehe—we were taught by the same master, you can't break my moves."

Wanyan Liang had no time to listen to his rambling and only wanted to get things done quickly. But the problem was that Lin Zhou had already said so much, how could the Prince's personal guards let them pass? They all drew their swords and stood there desperately.

"Liangzi, I'm not trying to criticize you, but this won't work! You convict them here, and the old man is marching back with his 100,000 elite troops. Even if you brought the dragon throne up there, what good would it do, let alone make a fake dragon robe?"

"So noisy!"

Wanyan Liang waved his hand, shouted angrily, and drew his bow and arrow to shoot, but then he noticed that Lin Zhou had a dark object pointed at him.

Let's see who's faster.

After saying that, he pulled the trigger, and the archer standing behind Wanyan Liang fell to the ground, clutching his arm and howling in pain.

Lin Zhou whistled: "Young in age, but with a big temper. Like I said, without the Prince, no one's getting through this door!"

"Who exactly are you?"

"I'm his son-in-law! Am I qualified?"

Wanyan Liang glanced at the personal guards rolling on the ground, his face frosty, but he still refused to back down: "I have twenty men here. How many can your hidden weapons kill?"

Lin Zhou silently pulled out another gun, transforming herself into a dual-gun old woman: "I have forty bullets."

"I don't believe it!"

"Bang!"

He opened fire again, and another of his personal guards fell beside him.

"I don't believe it!!!"

"Bang!"

The third one —

"I----"

Before he could finish speaking, an elderly guard beside him stepped forward: "Nephew—if you don't believe me, you'll all die—"

"Damn, my aim on a stationary target at ten meters or so is still pretty good, okay?" Lin Zhou raised his chin. "Come on!"

Just then, a woman's voice came from the inner courtyard: "Protect the young master!"

After he finished speaking, the shield bearers in the courtyard swarmed around Lin Zhou and surrounded him. Then, the princess, dressed in military attire and holding two swords, walked out.

"Digunai!"

"Sister—" Wanyan Liang silently took a step back, his momentum weakening by three points.

"Sister? Auntie, what's your generational relationship?"

"His mother is my aunt."

At this moment, Wanyan Liang's eyes were fixed on Lin Zhou. Although he spoke with great respect to the princess, he kept backing away until he reached behind a large tree, using the tree to avoid Lin Zhou's gaze.

"Sister, someone has reported us—"

"Even if someone reports it, we'll wait until my husband comes home. How can we confront him now that you've broken in?"

"Sister is right." Wanyan Liang was indeed flexible and adaptable. He glanced coldly at Lin Zhou and beckoned with his hand: "Then I will wait for my brother to return before we talk about it."

After saying that, he left—just like that—

"Hey?" Lin Zhou pointed at his retreating figure and shouted, "Liangzi, not going to be so cocky for long? Why are you leaving already? Why don't you stay for a meal!"

At this moment, the princess came up, took the thin willow twig in her hand, and lashed it across Lin Zhou's buttocks with a sharp crack. He jumped up with a howl.

"Why did you hit me?! Ouch! That hurts, damn it!"

Those thin willow branches, they only scratch the skin without breaking the bone, and when they hit you, the pain is so intense you could dance a Northeast disco song.

As Lin Zhou twisted and turned, the princess glared at him and angrily rebuked, "Do you know there are three eagle archers aimed at you from afar?! Do you know that if Wanyan Liang hadn't been so greedy for his life, you would be dead?! If you die here, how am I supposed to explain this to Hongliu?!"

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