Reborn Lin Family Funing

Lin Funing closed the curtain of the carriage, propped his chin in boredom, and knocked on the small table in the carriage. Hua Wazi can’t be seen by others at will. The horse roared loudly——Laozi is a man! ! !

But, can't. QAQ.

The mother would nag and be sad, the father would be worried and angry, the grandfather would put him in confinement with a blank face, the sister would cry when he thought he was sick, and the brothers would accompany him in confinement...

Lin Funing bowed his head and let out a long sigh, well, life is still going on, Huawazi is Huawazi!snort!When he turns sixteen and gets the master's temple plate and beads, he can travel around like his brothers!Therefore, Lin Funing took the ledger on one side and looked at it carefully.

Butler Lin Zhong, who was driving the carriage outside, was thinking in his heart at this moment that the mourner did not seem to be a local, and he had to tell the master when he returned.

When Lin Funing finally arrived at Wuchen Temple in a carriage and entered the main house, he saw his master Master Wuchen sitting on the futon and staring at the chessboard. Lin Funing rolled his eyes, huh?Why isn't senior brother here?

Lin Funing was puzzled, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully, "Disciple Funing pays homage to Master."

The great monk Wuchen looked up at Lin Funing, his face softened, and he beckoned, "Ning'er is here. Come, come here, and have a look at the chess game."

"Yes!" Lin Funing bowed again, and sat down in front of the great monk Wuchen, looked down at the chessboard, um...Although he also learned chess from his master, but the chess pieces are a side job, and he only studied medicine. It's the main business, now ask him his opinion on the chess game?

Lin Funing looked up at the great monk Wuchen, grinned silly, and scratched his head embarrassedly, "Master, I can't see it."

Great Monk Wuchen smiled kindly and said, "Ning'er doesn't have to worry, you just need to talk about how you feel about this chess game."

Lin Funing let out a groan, and looked down. On the chessboard, the white chess was obviously superior, but the black chess was aggressive, fighting every step of the way, and played fiercely. He was willing to use one of his discarded pieces in exchange for a little life !Lin Funing touched his chin, nodded and said, I don't know if he is like a chess player?If people can also have such a temper, tsk tsk tsk, Xiongxiong.

The Great Monk Wuchen smiled slightly as he looked at Lin Funing, chubby Lin Funing who was holding his chin with his paws and shaking his head.

"Master, I think this black chess is very powerful." Lin Funing looked up at Monk Wuchen, and honestly expressed his inner feelings, "Eh...it's like fighting an enemy on the battlefield, master, I think this chess player It will definitely be great in the future!"

Great Monk Wuchen smiled, neither near nor far.The great monk Wuchen lowered his head and slowly picked up the chess pieces, and asked slowly, "Ning'er, from today onwards, your elder brother can't teach you arithmetic, so you put the arithmetic aside for the time being, and from now on, you will enter An Mi Valley every morning Collect herbs, after collecting herbs every day, process the herbs."

Lin Funing was taken aback for a moment, and then respectfully responded, "Yes, disciple obeys." After respectfully responding, Lin Funing helped the great monk Wuchen pack the chess pieces, and asked curiously, "Master, is the elder brother going back?"

Great Monk Wu Chen shook his head slowly, "Your senior brother has taken in a student, who is a friend of his old friend, so there is no time to teach you arithmetic."

Lin Funing said oh, it turned out to be like this.

Lin Funing went back to the east wing where he usually read and wrote, tidied it up, carried the bamboo basket on his back, put on the gauze hat, opened the temple gate, and was about to go to An Mi Valley, when outside the temple gate, he saw the butler Lin Zhong tidying up the carriage.

"Uncle Zhong! You haven't left yet?" Lin Funing was a little surprised. Lin Zhong would return to the mansion after sending him here on weekdays, and would pick him up again at dusk. Why didn't he leave so late today?

Lin Zhong turned around and saw Lin Funing wearing a gauze hat and carrying a bamboo basket, as if he was about to go out, he hurriedly stepped forward to bow respectfully, and asked, "Young master, are you...?"

Lin Funing said with a smile, "Master wants me to go to An Mi Valley to collect herbs."

Lin Zhong was taken aback, thinking of the funeral today, he hurriedly said, "No! Young Master! There are people attending funerals in An Mi Valley today, so it's not good for you to go!"

Lin Funing smiled indifferently, "It's okay, I'm not going to Zhaoyuetan, Uncle Zhong, you should go home quickly, my mother said today that the Hundred Flowers Festival is coming, and there are many things to be busy."

Lin Zhong hesitated, not sure whether to follow, but Lin Funing turned around and ran away bouncing.

Lin Zhong had no choice but to sigh, turned around and drove back in the carriage, thinking that it would be better to mention this matter with the master and wife.

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Carrying a bamboo basket and wearing a gauze hat, Lin Funing ran into An Mi Valley on the mountain road, then took off the gauze cap and let out a big breath, oh, it's so good, I can breathe fresh air!

If An Mi Valley is not for the Cold Food Festival, basically no one will come, oh, of course, the funeral is an exception, but, for funerals, they will all go to Zhaoyue Lake, only in Zhaoyue Lake where they worshiped and sprinkled Sapo jacquard , is the real burial in An Mi Valley.

So, don't be afraid of being seen.

Therefore, Lin Funing threw the gauze hat on the bamboo basket behind his back, and walked to the depths of An Mi Valley.

He has been to An Mi Valley several times.He is very familiar with this place, um, starting today, he will become more and more familiar with this An Mi Valley.

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The sky was gloomy, with dark clouds hanging over the sky, but on the path of An Mi Valley, a child in blue cloth, that is, Lin Funing, was carefully picking up a handful of medicinal herbs, putting them into a bamboo basket, getting up, wiping his sweat, Grinning, very satisfied and happy.

The master once said that An Mi Valley is a big pharmacy bestowed by God.Sure enough, there are herbs everywhere!

Lin Funing had picked half of the basket in a short time.

Just as Lin Funing was picking herbs, a familiar tune suddenly played, and Lin Funing tilted his head curiously, hey, isn't this the funeral sound he heard this morning?

Listen to the sound, it's very close.Isn't it Zhaoyuetan?Curiously, Lin Funing climbed up the big rock on one side and looked down.

It turns out that there is also a small pool below, clear to the bottom, but the environment is much deeper and quieter than Moon Lake.

In front of the small pool, the young flute player I saw this morning was playing the flute slowly. Four strong funeral men were carrying the wooden coffin for burial. There were three people kneeling beside them. Among the three people, Lin Funing was very familiar with him. One person - Wei Cheng.

Lin Funing blinked, could it be that the flute player is the student of the elder brother?Then who was buried?

Hmm... Lin Funing rubbed his chin and thought, needless to say, it must have something to do with the flute player, but why did the elder brother kneel down?The funeral customs in this world, he has met with his grandfather a few times, unless they are immediate family members or superiors, otherwise there is no need to kneel down?

That old man... is the elder brother's relative?

There is also this flute player, who looks really good-looking, and the flute he plays is also very nice, it must be a mourning song for a funeral.

However, judging by the lonely and depressed appearance of the funeral, this person should not be a big deal.And senior brother is not an ordinary person...

Lin Funing lay on the rock, watching the young man playing the flute, after being buried in the wooden coffin, he knelt down with a plop, slowly lowered his hands, touched his head to the ground, and kowtowed three times slowly.

At this time, the sound of the flute gradually drifted away and disappeared.

The tombstone was also erected. From a distance, Lin Funing couldn't see it clearly. He just saw that the elder brother Wei Cheng stepped forward, knelt down respectfully again, and kowtowed three times.

Lin Funing was lying on the rock looking curiously, but he didn't know that behind him, Wen Shan was staring at him with his arms folded, with interest and doubts on his expression.

And after Lin Funing looked at it for a while, he felt that this kind of gossip similar to voyeurism was really not done by a gentleman. Fifty Trees' mission was not completed, so he turned around, and with such a turn——

Lin Funing froze.

Wen Shan was taken aback, hey, Huawazi? ?

Lin Funing laughed dryly, and waved, "... Uncle, hello." Lin Funing took out a handful of herbs from the bamboo basket behind his back, blinked, tilted his head, and asked, "Uncle, do you want herbs?"

But at this time, under the big rock, Wei Cheng's voice sounded, "Brother Wen, that's my junior brother."

Wen Shan was surprised, junior brother?Isn't Master Wei Cheng a student of the Great Monk?Said to be the younger brother?Is this Huawazi also a student of the great monk? ?

As soon as Lin Funing heard Wei Cheng's voice, he wailed in his heart, it's over, he was caught by the elder brother!Eldest brother is the most strict rules, what kind of Huawazi can't go out alone, what kind of Huawazi can't show his face in public... It's over, it's over..., Lin Funing turned around slowly, looked under the rock, under the rock, Wei Cheng was staring at him sternly.

Lin Funing smirked and shook the herbs in his hand, "Eldest brother... the master asked me to pick the herbs..."

When Wei Chenglai saw that the person hiding on the rock was Lin Funing, he was annoyed, this Ning'er is too naughty!He is a Huawazi, how can he show his face at will? !However, when Lin Funing said that the teacher asked him to pick the herbs, Wei Cheng felt like Gordon, could it be related to the Fourth Prince?

But no matter what, not only did he come to An Mi Valley by himself, but he also secretly hid on the rocks, so he should be taught a lesson!

However, Concubine Rong is being buried here at this time, so it is not appropriate to reprimand him, so when Lin Funing came to Wei Cheng slowly, Wei Cheng just gave Lin Funing another hard look, then lowered his voice and said seriously, "Since you're here, let's worship."

Lin Funing responded in a low voice, and looked at the tombstone.

On the tombstone, there were only the words "Mother Li's Tomb". The young man playing the flute knelt in front of the tombstone, staring at the tombstone quietly, with his back straight and holding the flute in his hand.

Looking at the boy's back, Lin Funing could feel the sadness in the boy's heart at this moment.

Hey, the son wants to support but the relative is not there.

Lin Funing stepped forward slowly, and took the incense from an old man dressed as a servant. Lin Funing knelt down respectfully, bowed three times, stood up, and handed the incense to the old servant.

The old servant wiped his eyes, as if he was in unbearable grief, the old servant tremblingly inserted the incense.

At this time, the young man slowly raised his hand and put the flute to his mouth, and the sound of the flute wafted over the quiet pool again.

Lin Funing quietly took two steps back, poked Wei Cheng behind him, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, what is he blowing about?"

"Nansu's minor tune expresses longing." Wei Cheng replied in a low voice.

Lin Funing nodded slowly, it turned out to be such a tone.

Wei Cheng stepped forward at this time, and after worshiping again, he whispered to the boy, that is, Qi Mingyuan, "Mingyuan, get up, don't hurt yourself."

In Qingtian Town in early spring, not only is the air humid, but even the soil is extremely humid. Kneeling for a long time is harmful to the body.

Qi Mingyuan didn't respond, but just closed his eyes and played the Nansu ditty over and over again. When the mother concubine was alive, this Nansu ditty was her favorite.