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There is a loquat tree in the courtyard, which was planted by my wife when he died.

More than twenty miles away from the capital, there is a huge cemetery.

Lin's Ancestral Hall.

Those buried inside are all the ancestors of the Jiumulin clan.

Including the once famous Prime Minister Lin Mingzhe.

All are enshrined here.

Speaking of the death of Prime Minister Lin Mingzhe, this is an anecdote.

It is said that Prime Minister Lin was strangled to death by his wife with a rope.

Then he set fire to the entire Prime Minister's Mansion.

That night, there was a raging fire and thick smoke.

The entire capital city echoed with the screams from the Prime Minister's Mansion——

"Burn it, burn it-"

"Burn this hell created by loyal ministers to worship the imperial power."

The huge Prime Minister's Mansion was reduced to ashes overnight.

None were spared.

Since then, the Lin family has declined.

No, the Lin Clan Ancestral Hall, which was once heavily guarded, is now guarded by only two young men.

It was snowing heavily, and the boy who could only stand at the door was shivering with cold.

From time to time he stamped his feet, kept rubbing his hands, and kept breathing white air from his mouth.

Seeing the scene not far away, one of them winked.

"Hey, look, that madman started to lose his temper again."

Another person looked around and saw——

Let the sun and moon be free to the west and east.

Regardless of the frost and wind blowing on my temples.

The ground is covered with yellow ginkgo leaves.

There is a ginkgo tree planted not far from the ancestral hall.

The long winter day is wrapped in silver.

The solitary and short ginkgo tree is the most determined yellow.

Under the tree, a man with disheveled hair was naked and dirty.

Holding a ginkgo leaf in his hand, he kept mumbling something.

He looked like he was delirious.

"I heard that man is not only a madman, but also a lame."

"What? That person wasn't lame at first?"

"Then he is now?"

"I heard someone say that he offended someone he shouldn't have offended in the capital and was beaten up."

"Then, maybe the pain was so severe that I crawled here from the capital alive."

"What, then this madman is really powerful."

"Isn't it? I don't know why he keeps guarding this damn place."

"If a bird doesn't poop, he was the one who made the ginkgo tree."

"I'm afraid there isn't someone like him buried inside -"

"Who knows—"

"No more, no more, this damn weather is really unbearable, no one is coming to this place anyway, let's go have a drink."

"Let's go, let's go, I don't want to stay anymore——"

"..."

Jackdaws flew by, and the sound of their conversation gradually dissipated in the cold air.

Outside this empty cemetery, only a few small sounds were heard——

"Hey, cousin, look, these are the ginkgo leaves my cousin picked for you."

"Doesn't it look good! Can my cousin make a garland for you?"

"Weaving a garland, after weaving the garland"

"My cousin will be the bride and I will be the groom."

"When you grow up, my cousin will marry you."

"Cousin, can you please—"

"..."

Under the ginkgo tree, a man with weak legs plays with the ginkgo garland like a child pretending to be drinking wine.

Talk to the air.

His hands were red from the cold, but he still held the wreath high and kept giggling.

It was as if someone was really on the other side.

In a trance.

A similar scene once appeared in a corner of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

A boy in a wheelchair.

Golden ginkgo leaves.

With silly joy.

the most important is--

The girl next to the boy also smiled.

I don’t know how long it took, but it wasn’t really that long.

It's just that the coldest month of winter seems to be particularly difficult.

On a colder winter day, something happened to the Lin Clan Ancestral Hall, which had always been peaceful.

Someone broke in.

When people discovered it, they only saw an inconspicuous small wooden sign being held in the arms of the ragged thief.

In front of the three words "Lin Baozhu" alone on the tablet.

The word "loving wife" was added with blood.

Having lived here for a long time, the information is not well-informed, but the slaves of the Lin family's sideline don't even know who this "Lin Baozhu" is.

In fact, what surprised them even more was that there was such a crude tablet in the Lin Ancestral Hall.

Is he a very lowly person? But her tablet can enter the ancestral temple.

The person who came to deal with it wanted to take out the tablet and then throw the unknown thief out.

But the strange thing is that no matter how hard they try, they can't separate him from the tablet.

There is no other way, and we cannot throw away this possibly ancestral tablet.

But it’s not okay to continue like this.

A maid came up with an idea and found an inconspicuous place in the cemetery.

The thief was buried together with the tablet.

With this burial method, no tombstone will be erected.

In the end, the soft-hearted maid secretly placed a small stone tablet in front of the tomb when no one was paying attention.

Thinking that it might be for a lover who was separated by his family, he secretly tied a red string on it.

Strange to say, many years later.

Even the Lin Clan Ancestral Hall is somewhat dilapidated due to years of neglect.

But the red rope on the stone tablet is still as bright as ever.

The ginkgo tree at the door is becoming more and more lush.

Every winter, all the surrounding trees wither, only this ginkgo tree always stands proudly in the cold wind.

It is worth mentioning that even if the Yu Dynasty perished, it is unknown how many dynasties have changed.

It is still as bright and yellow as ever.

If it is tested, it is indeed eternal.