Reborn Lin Family Funing

In the Shenzhu courtyard and the pavilion in the backyard, Lin Deyu stood respectfully with his hands down.

Lin Wenzhong sat on the stone chair in the pavilion, with a solemn and calm face, and asked slowly, "Li Junxian is here, and Li Yirong is also here. The two generations of Li family heads have begged to come to our Lin family for the sake of the fourth prince. It seems that They don't intend to give up the fourth prince. Deyu, do you think the Li family is stupid? In the current situation, the concubine of the Wen family must be the successor. The concubine has two sons, the eldest prince and the third prince, and the Wen family has another The prime ministers of Lie Sangong, most of the officials are the prime minister's disciples, and half of the forbidden camp in Kyoto is in the hands of General Wen Jiaweihu... Except for a general of the town, except for a great governor, the Li family has nothing Alright... Deyu, tell me your opinion."

Lin Deyu thought for a while, then cupped his hands and said, "I don't think the Li family is stupid. Because Li Yirong and Uncle Li never did stupid things. Because Li Junxian and Li Shixiong were never the ones who would admit defeat. My boy still remembers that when he was in the In the Hanshiyuan, the boy played chess and he beat him in one game, after that, he chased the boy and won three games in a row before he could give up."

When Lin Wenzhong heard it, he smiled, and the smile showed meaningful and appreciation, "Deyu, please remember that our Lin family protector is the grandson of the Li family."

When Lin Deyu heard it, he suddenly realized, yes, if the Lin family only protects Li Junxian's nephew and Li Yirong's grandson... Lin Deyu clasped his hands and saluted, "Yes, my son understands."

Lin Wenzhong nodded slightly, and waved, "Go down. Your wife must be waiting for you."

Lin Deyu was busy making a ceremony and said goodbye. When he was about to leave, Lin Wenzhong seemed unintentional, and said casually, "Li Yirong's daughter will be buried in Anmi Valley. Tomorrow, you and your wife will bring Kang'er and the others together." Go pay your respects."

Lin Deyu replied, "Yes."

When Lin Deyu stepped back and disappeared from Lin Wenzhong's sight, Lin Wenzhong sighed silently.What a pity for the daughter of the Li family.

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Lin Deyu returned to Huizhaoyuan, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Song's mother walking up to greet her, "Master, you are back."

Lin Deyu nodded slightly, and glanced around. Normally, when he came back, his wife Wen Niang would greet him with a soft smile. Why didn't you see me today?Could it be that you are sick?

Lin Deyu was worried and impatient, his face darkened, and his tone became a little harsh. As he walked quickly inside, he asked, "Where's Madam? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mother Song was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly smiled and followed Lin Deyu respectfully and wanted to explain, but Lin Deyu had already strode into the wing room. As soon as he entered the wing room, he saw his wife Wen Niang looking at him with a smile. Bowl of steaming noodle soup.

Lin Deyu was taken aback for a moment, then hurried over, supported Mrs. Lin's shoulders, and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Madam Lin chuckled, and said softly, "No, I just went to work in the kitchen."

Lin Deyu carefully scrutinized Mrs. Lin's expression. Seeing that Mrs. Lin's expression was as usual and her complexion was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief. Since she worked so hard for Ning'er two years ago, Wenniang's health is not very good. I always think about it all the time, for fear that there is something wrong with Wenniang.

Therefore, after heaving a sigh of relief, Lin Deyu sat down at the table, and also pulled Mrs. Lin to sit down. Seeing this, Mama Song and Fanchun quietly retreated and closed the door quietly.

Lin Deyu glanced at the noodles on the table, frowned and said to Mrs. Lin, "I've said it all, let the servants do the work!"

Mrs. Lin gently pushed the noodle soup to Lin Deyu, and saw that Lin Deyu ate the noodles despite frowning in displeasure. At this time, Lin Deyu, the head of the Lin family, and the well-known scholar Lin Deyu didn't look like a gentleman. , Mrs. Lin couldn't help but chuckle.

Lin Deyu bit his face and looked at Mrs. Lin.

Mrs. Lin smiled lightly, "Ning'er always complains that he doesn't look like Kang Er'an, that he looks like me, but Ning'er doesn't know that although he looks like me, when he eats noodles, he looks like me. It's like the master printed it out of a mold."

Lin Deyu swallowed and said with a smile, "If Ning'er ate the noodles you made, she would definitely do the same to me."

Mrs. Lin smiled and said, "That's not acceptable, I only do this for the master."

When Lin Deyu heard it, his eyes softened, he stared at Mrs. Lin, and said softly, "I know..."

Mrs. Lin smiled softly, "Okay, master, after eating noodles, you should rest too. There are still many things to be busy tomorrow."

Lin Deyu nodded slightly, then whispered, "Wen Niang, do you still remember the girl from the Li family who wrote to you?"

Mrs. Lin was taken aback, "You mean that girl from the Li family who wrote me a poem praising the gods? What happened to her?"

She still remembers the song "Praise the Immortals" back then. It was when the master went to Kyoto to study in the Poor Scholars Academy, and suddenly received a letter from a girl from the Li family who she didn't know at all in the capital. The one of the emperor's concubine?

——Slim and tall fairy, light makeup and thick smear are always suitable, how about the orchid in the valley, heavy makeup and deep smear can be fragrant? ("Praise the Gods")

Lin Deyu whispered, "She passed away."

Mrs. Lin's eyes widened, passed away?

Lin Deyu lowered his voice, and slowly narrated what happened tonight. After finishing speaking, Mrs. Lin couldn't help sighing. Since ancient times, she has locked her beauty in the palace, and she can't see her king. So the girl of the Li family will end up like this?

After Madam Lin sighed, she remembered what Steward Zhong reported today, so what Ning'er saw today was Concubine Rong's funeral?Now Ning'er is collecting medicine in An Mi Valley again?Then...wouldn't it be too good?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Lin couldn't help but feel worried, and hurriedly recounted what Steward Zhong said today carefully. After listening to Lin Deyu, she nodded slightly and said, "Old Zhong told me today that Ning'er is still young, and Great Monk Wuchen is there, tomorrow I will go to Wuming Temple and have a detailed talk with Great Monk Wuchen."

Mrs. Lin was relieved now, and she would be relieved if the master personally went to ask about it.

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At this time, at the gate of Qingtian Town, Li Junxian flew out, crossed the gate of Qingtian Town, and landed silently. He was about to walk towards the horse tied to the grove, when suddenly, Li Junxian stopped in his tracks.

Li Junxian blurted out in surprise, "Father?!"

The old man standing at the entrance of the grove with his hands behind his back was his father, Li Yirong!

My father is far away in Nanzhou, how could he appear here?Could it be... that father came all the way quietly because of his younger sister?

Li Junxian stepped forward slowly, knelt down slowly, and kowtowed heavily, "Father! The child is incompetent!" Taking over the position of the head of the Li family, not only did not make the Li family strong, but the tired younger sister committed suicide by drinking poison to protect the Li family!He is sorry for his sister, sorry for his father!I am even more sorry for his nephew Mingyuan!

"Jun Xian, although I am far away from the imperial court, I used to be among the three princes, and there is still a portrait of me on the Zhaixing Pavilion! Although half of the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty came from the Wen family, but, hehe... the unicorn in the three armies Half of the army is my Li family's children!! Empress Dowager, how are you empress dowager! Your Majesty, Your Majesty is a benevolent king! He thinks it is compensation for giving Wei Cheng to my grandson as a teacher? Just a servant of the Ministry of Rites, even if The fourth college student of the Great Monk, but the concubine son of the Wei family, thought that I would be too old to succeed, and let a pedantic Confucian who had no power, who wandered outside the Wei family and knew nothing about governing the country, be the prince's teacher. What did my prince and grandson learn from him? Is it the method of accounting?... There is also the Wen family, Wen Song, Wen Song, he is really good! The great prime minister of the Zhou Dynasty!! Good! Very good! Don’t worry, daughter, Father will remember them one by one, father will never let you die unjustly!" Li Yirong muttered, suddenly turned around, still standing with his hands behind his back, but he stared at Li Junxian very sharply, "Xian'er , remember, your sister's death, the shame of the Li family, and my grandson's grievances will one day come, and I will take them all back myself!"

Hearing this, Li Junxian kowtowed heavily again, and said in a deep voice, "I understand! My boy swears to the heavens here! My boy must use the blood of the Wen family to sacrifice the spirit of my sister in heaven! My boy also wants the blood of the Wen family to wash her face." Disgrace to my Li family! One day, I will help my nephew regain his honor!"

Li Yirong nodded slightly, then turned around and walked in big strides, even though her pace could not conceal her tiredness, she strode forward without any hesitation!

Li Junxian knelt on the spot, watching his old father strode away, Li Junxian couldn't help but his eyes flushed, and he hit the ground with his fist heavily!He hates it!Hate the royal family, hate the literary family, hate yourself even more!I hate myself for being so incompetent, I can't protect my sister, I can't protect the Li family!

"Sister...wait, brother will avenge you." Li Junxian murmured.

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At this time of night, the stars are shining brightly.

In the Shenzhu Garden of the Lin family, the old man Lin Wenzhong sat in the pavilion and stared at the starry sky. In the Huizhao courtyard of the Lin family, Lin Deyu wrote letters at his desk, while Mrs. Lin rubbed ink.

Outside Qingtian Town, there were two people riding fast horses, one galloped northward from the woods of Qingtian Town, and the other galloped southward from the woods of Qingtian Town!

In the Wuming Temple, the great monk Wuchen stood in the courtyard, looking at the starry sky, silently, and behind him, Wei Cheng stood respectfully with his hands down.

In Anmi Valley, young Qi Mingyuan was sitting in front of the tombstone, copying scriptures by the light of a white candle lit in front of the tombstone.

In Huizhao courtyard, Lin Funing turned over, spread his hands, kicked his feet, the quilt fell to the ground, Lin Funing muttered a few words, and snored again.