Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 118 Master Hou He Was Caught by a Scheming Beauty 8
When Lin Han saw Zhong Cao, his face changed slightly, apparently thinking of something, and secretly gave Zhong Cao a hard look.

Warning no complaints.

Liang Jian took this scene into his eyes, raised his brows for some unknown reason, and his face was indifferent.

Where does Zhongcao care about Lin Han's wink?

She is not afraid!
"Tang, Tang'an got hot in the firewood room!"

This high fever and strong energy will endanger life, Zhong Cao can't care about other things.

Lin Zhengyuan's face changed suddenly, he didn't even have time to take care of the people around him, and directly rushed to the woodshed with big strides.

"Brother!" Lin Han yelled in shock, before he had time to stop him.

Liang Jian pondered for a moment, then followed.

Lin Han couldn't.

"Bang!" There was a sound.

The crumbling rotten wooden door finally fell down!
After struggling for several years, death is enough now.

When Lin Zhengyuan broke in, he saw a frail and delicate figure in the corner. His snow shirt was also stained a bit, but he didn't lose any sense of immortality. His brows were tightly frowned, his face was pale, dripping with cold sweat, and he was as sick as Xi Zisheng. Three points, heartbreaking to see.

He walked straight over with a sullen face, hugged him in his arms, and strode towards Meng Tang'an's yard: "Dr. Sun!"

When Liang Jian came over, he saw the woman in Lin Zhengyuan's arms, with a white skirt hanging down like a sea of ​​clouds.

He stopped and caught a glimpse of the familiar half face.

His expression was slightly cold, seemingly dissatisfied and indifferent.

The people who came in and out of the courtyard were all servants, and the battle was even bigger than Lin Han, the real lady.

The woman on the couch was unconscious, half of her face was covered by blue hair, and she felt broken.

The thousand-year-old ginseng that Liang Jian was talking about was also sent to Lin's mansion to make soup for Meng Tang'an.

Lin Han was so angry that his eyes were red, and the veil could almost poke a hole.

"Is this the occasional wind chill you mentioned?" Lin Zhengyuan glanced at the still-awakened person, walked out of the inner room, and asked Lin Han.

Lin's eldest son is gentle and talented, but when he is really angry, Lin Han is terrified.

"Meng Tang'an bumped into me...I'll teach her a lesson."

"Then tell me, what did she do wrong?"

Lin Han faltered and hesitated, unable to explain why.

She dared not bring this matter up in front of Lin Zhengyuan.

If it wasn't for her brother's protection, she would have beaten Meng Tang'an to death long ago!
Seeing her appearance, Lin Zhengyuan knew what was going on in his heart: "Xiaohan, don't mess around."

Lin Han lost face, especially in front of his sweetheart, his face was ugly, and he was no longer as happy as he was at the beginning.

He almost hated Meng Tang'an in his heart.

"Forget it, she's your sister anyway." Liang Jian glanced at Lin Zhengyuan, not knowing what he was thinking, and said softly, his brows were cold.

"Thank you, Third Prince." Lin Han blushed.

Lin Zhengyuan consciously lost his composure: "I didn't entertain you well today, let's make an appointment another day."

Without pretending to speak, Liang Jian walked out of the yard, his eyes were gloomy with the reflection of Lin Mansion's magnificent buildings far exceeding the imperial standard.

In the inner room, Dr. Sun whispered softly, afraid of disturbing others: "Her body has suffered from the root cause of the disease a few years ago, and her cold body is difficult to cure. Now she has caught a cold again, and she needs to take good care of her child, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

He bit the bullet and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to have children in the future."

Lin Zhengyuan paused: "Go down."

There were only two people left in the inner room, Lin Zhengyuan stood in front of the couch and looked at the sleeping figure, the pain in his eyes was fleeting, swallowed and settled by gentleness.

He stretched out his hand slightly, and at the moment when it was about to fall on Meng Tang'an's eyebrows, Zhong Cao walked in from the outside and said awkwardly, "My lord."

It's not suitable for lonely men and widows!

Lin Zhengyuan withdrew his hand without changing his face, and hummed: "You go out first, I have something to say with Tang An."

"Oh."

But Tangtang hasn't woken up yet, son, are you talking to the air?
Zhong Cao turned around, startled, bowed her head and said, "Ma'am."

The lady is dignified, graceful and dignified. She has endured hardships in the early years, and she has reached the age of enjoying happiness.

"Mother, why are you here? Please forgive me if my son has time to pay his respects in the future." Lin Zhengyuan said gently.

Qiao Huiran glanced at the woman on the couch, the hanging wrist was white, with icy muscles and bones, no wonder it could attract the soul of a man.

"Brother Yuan, come out with me."

Lin Zhengyuan said hello, took one last look at Meng Tangan, and said, "When she wakes up, let her come to Tan Yuan to find me."

Zhongcao nodded.

After staying in the Lulu Hall for about an hour, Lin Zhengyuan got up to leave, and Qiao Huiran told him.

"It's been an eventful season recently, and the position of Minister of the Household Department is a knife hanging in everyone's heart. You have an idea, but you have to be more careful in your actions."

Lin Zhengyuan naturally understood the cryptic meaning in the words, and said calmly: "What the mother taught is that the son resigns."

After leaving, he thought about the recent events, the body of the Minister of the Household Department...

"Prepare your horse and head to Dali Temple tomorrow."

Watching Lin Zhengyuan leave, Qiao Huiran leaned on the couch and frowned: "Brother Yuan is a little impatient this time, and so is Xiaohan."

Mammy said: "Brother Yuan is really unusual for that woman."

"Beating Meng Tang'an into the mansion is a disaster." Qiao Huiran let out a sigh of relief.

It's better to send it away as soon as possible.

I don't know what makes Lin Zhengyuan fancy her.

Lin Zhengyuan had a good idea when he was young, but she couldn't understand what he looked like now.

...

Hundreds of miles away from Chang'an, Tianmeng Village, Jiasheng County.

"Have you lost your guts?! You still dare to run, I'll kill you!"

The sound of vulgar and violent abuse mixed with the sound of punching and kicking resounded in the dilapidated house. The man's face was ferocious, like a ghost.

The woman was lying on the ground dying, struggling to crawl out, her face was bruised and purple, her face was invisible, and her eyes were full of tears.

Miss, where are you?

I miss you.

The sound from the house was so loud that the whole village could hear it, and couldn't help but sigh.

"That girl is also poor."

"It's been more than ten years. If it were me, I would have died long ago."

"I heard that girl is a lunatic, always talking about something..."

"Oh, don't break it, no one will cook for us then." The mother in her 50s was old but ruddy, very greedy.

Wei Erliang kicked hard and spit on the woman: "Don't you cook yet?!"

Without saying a word, Xia Fu got up from the ground numbly and limped into the kitchen.

Wei's mother had a wishful thinking: "Now that I have saved enough money, let's go to Chang'an! It's a good place!"

She didn't want her son to stay in this kind of place for the rest of his life.

Wei Erliang rubbed his hands hesitantly, and looked at the woman in the kitchen.

Xia Fu, who was trembling, suddenly froze and turned her back to them. Tears ran across her face, and her eyes shone brightly.

...

The next day in Chang'an was a sunny day, Lin's carriage stopped in front of the door, about to enter the palace.

Just then, a guest came.

(End of this chapter)