The straight male host was forced to love him by the villain

When Lin was about to continue the game in his later years, a clear voice came from outside the door: "It turns out that my elder brother whom I haven't seen for many years lives in such a place, tsk tsk."

The study room of Prince Hou's Mansion.

Lord Lin, Feng Qingyun, held the brush in his hand, placed his left hand on his lower back, and lowered his head to practice calligraphy.

A woman wearing red brocade clothes was sitting on one side, holding a piece of cloth in her hand. Her beautiful face was not as calm as his. She outlined the sorrow in her heart. Her mind was tossing and turning, but she blurted out but only shouted: " Husband."

"What's the matter?" Lin Xiang put the brush away and sat down.

The attendant on the side quickly handed over the tea, "Second Madam."

The second lady, Jiang Mei, took the teacup and handed it to him. Lin Xiang waved her hand, and the attendants went out immediately.

Only then did she say, "You asked your men to call that bastard back home and leave him alone for two days. If we don't go visit him, there's no way we can continue like this."

"Don't worry, madam. Since I asked him to return home, I have already thought of the decision. We can just wait and see." Lin Xiang grabbed the back of her hand and held her in his arms. Zhou Zheng's face showed a bit of gloom.

Jiang Mei calmed her nose and looked at her heart, and she guessed his intention. Her heart dropped, but her mouth was extremely sad and she said: "Now that bitch suddenly appears, has negotiations with the court, and is protected by his grandfather, I am worried." Things are not going well.”

Lin Xiang let go of her hand, picked up the tea cup, and took a sip of tea: "Don't worry, he didn't dare to go to his grandpa five years ago, but now he appears out of thin air and messes with those things. Someone in the court is paying attention. But if the dynasty is changed, his death in the process is consistent with the changes in history."

"By then our Yu'er will be an upright prince."

When Jiang Mei heard the last sentence, her pupils shrank, her face suddenly turned to joy, her eyes were slightly red, she quickly picked up the teapot and poured tea herself: "Husband, what a great idea."

The couple were happy for a while, but an urgent voice came from outside the door: "Madam, it's not good. The second young master passed away in the yard."

At this time, Lin was in the yard in his later years.

A thump was followed by a scream.

The surrounding guards were surrounded with weapons, but they did not dare to stop him.

In his later years, Lin stepped on the face of the young man on the ground with one foot: "Weren't you very crazy just now? Why are you silent now?"

Lin Yu had been pampered since she was a child, how could she endure such grievances.

Pain spread across his face, and he was trampled to the ground. He stared at the person who stepped on him: "Lin Wannian!! Just wait for me!"

Lin bent over in his old age, with cold eyes: "I won't wait for anyone, you come now, how do you want to treat me?"

"You! You! Why don't you do anything! Wait for my father to come and make you look good!" Lin Yu gritted his teeth. Seeing those useless guards still watching his joke, the anger in his heart reached the extreme, and he clenched his fingers. Hysterical shouting.

Before the guard could take action, Lin Yu's fair face was stepped on again by Lin Wannian.

When Lin was released in his later years and Lin Yu could breathe, he shouted angrily: "Ah, you bastard... ugh"

As soon as he was halfway through his words, Lin later stuffed a leather boot into his hand and said, "Why do you talk so much?"

When Jiang Mei came with Mr. Lin, she saw her precious son being stuffed into something by Lin who was about to die in his later years. Her well-maintained face instantly turned pale: "Yu'er!"

"Master Marquis." The guards couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Master Marquis coming.

Lin Xiang's face was livid, and he glared at the guards who had been raised in vain: "You still don't do anything!"