Return of the Wasted Wife of Time Traveling

Wen Jinyu thought, Guanyin of Sending Children can’t be sold, if it falls, it will fall, let the old lady vent her anger, but Lin Jinghuan’s helpless voice came from the door, "Avalokitesvara of Sending Children can’t be dropped, mother doesn’t want to hug her grandson? "

Hearing this sentence, Wen Jinyu thought that he should throw the Guanyin of Songzi quickly!

Old Mrs. Lin heard the words, she did not throw the Son-Song Guanyin, but her face was still unhappy, she looked at Lin Jinghuan, and said full of complaints: "Even if I don't throw the Son-Song Guanyin, you sleep in the study every day, I can't hug you." To grandson!" After she finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Wen Jinyu who was watching the play, and pointed at Wen Jinyu, "This is the person you want to marry, and you have married him back."

Wen Jinyu felt inexplicably embarrassed, touched his nose and lowered his head, pretending not to hear.

Lin Jinghuan argued: "The government is busy at the beginning of the year, so sleeping in the study is just a helpless move."

Regarding Lin Jinghuan's explanation, Mrs. Lin didn't listen to it, but felt that Lin Jinghuan didn't want to go back to the room because she didn't like Wen Jinyu, so she said, "If you don't like him, then choose someone with a clean family background and receive him from the mansion as a favor." concubine."

"This won't work. We just got married, and now he's taking a concubine, where will I put my face?" Wen Jinyu first stood up and objected.He has no objection to Lin Jinghuan taking a concubine in the future. After all, the two are in a cooperative relationship. If the other party does not touch him, he does not prevent the other party from taking a concubine. Isn't it going to be the object of group ridicule?

Old lady Lin snorted coldly, "It's up to you! If you don't want Jing Huan to take a concubine, then keep him in your own room by yourself! If you can't keep your husband, don't blame others."

"Okay, okay!" Lin Jinghuan's scalp was numb, and he felt like a Shura field in front of him. Afraid that he was slow to speak, Wen Jinyu and Mrs. Lin started fighting, "Mother, don't ask me about Jinyu and me. Yes, my son promises that I will let you hold my grandson in one year's time."

Wen Jinyu:?

Is there any guarantee for having a baby?family planning?How can Lin Jinghuan ensure that the old lady will embrace her grandson a year later?

Before Wen Jinyu could figure it out, Lin Jinghuan coaxed and pushed Mrs. Lin out of the yard.

Although the old lady Lin was not happy, but after hearing Lin Jinghuan's assurance, she felt that the matter was settled, and the hanging stone in her heart was also let go.

This son of hers has always kept his word, and since the other party said so, he will definitely keep his word. As for who the mother of the child is, she doesn't care, as long as it is Lin Jinghuan's child.

You know, in the past Lin Jinghuan was not close to women, and he showed no desires, but he was worried about her mother.

Lin Jinghuan sent his mother away, and when he returned to the yard, he saw Wen Jinyu sitting there in a daze.

The sunshine and wind in early spring are both gentle, falling on Wen Jinyu's body, giving the young man a taste of not eating fireworks. Afterwards, the young man sighed lightly, and frowned slightly, because of the red mole between his eyebrows. I felt pity for it, and then the picturesque boy muttered, "Fucking shit!"

Immediately, Lin Jinghuan felt that everything in front of him was like a pool of spring water that had been stirred up by hand, making the beautiful scenery confused.

At this time, Wen Jinyu also noticed that Lin Jinghuan was back, and he looked at Lin Jinghuan and asked, "How can you let your mother hold a grandson in a year? Who will give birth to you? Do you have someone outside?"

Wen Jinyu said again: "I have no objection to your taking a concubine, but we just got married, and now I feel ashamed to take a concubine, maybe in a few months..."

"I didn't say I wanted to take a concubine." Lin Jinghuan interrupted Wen Jinyu, sat down in front of the other party, then raised his hand to pour tea for himself, and explained: "I just lied to my mother."

"Really? I thought you had a plan."

Lin Jinghuan smiled lightly, "Having a baby depends on fate, so how can I arrange it with me." He said and looked at Wen Jinyu.

Being looked at by him, Wen Jinyu was inexplicably shy, and suddenly stuttered, "You... you... see what I do? I can't... Impossible to give you... give you a baby..."

Wen Jinyu found it difficult to say the following words. After all, after being a man for so many years, he still felt ashamed to say that he had a child.

Lin Jinghuan smiled after hearing his stammered words, and said leisurely with a bit of cunning: "I know." After he finished speaking, he stood up, saying that he still had something to do, and went to the study again.

After Lin Jinghuan left, Wen Jinyu realized that her face was hot.

What is he shy about?

Wen Jinyu couldn't figure it out himself, and didn't want to figure it out.

After putting away Yu Ruyi and Songzi Guanyin, which were bestowed by the emperor, Wen Jinyu took the blueprint of the bicycle, found Gao Bo, and asked him to send him to the Ministry of Industry.

The people from the Ministry of Industry had already received the imperial edict, so when Wen Jinyu passed by, they cooperated very well and arranged for craftsmen to build parts according to his drawings.

After that, Wen Jinyu only needs to go home and wait for the Ministry of Industry to deliver the finished parts.

When he came out of the Ministry of Industry, Wen Jinyu saw the Xiangfu's carriage parked at the door, and then saw Lin Jinghuan lift the curtain, and said, "I was passing by on business, and I thought you were here, so I stopped by to pick you up."

Wen Jinyu froze in place, and then said, "I also came in a carriage." The implication is that if you don't pick me up, I can go back.

Lin Jinghuan squinted and smiled, as if he didn't hear Wen Jinyu's words, "Good boy, get in the car."

Hearing the word "good", Wen Jinyu really wanted to rebel.

But he also knew that his small arms couldn't hold back his thighs, so he didn't need to offend his current backer because of this kind of thing.

After obediently getting into the car, Wen Jinyu discovered that there was still a red-lacquered sandalwood gift box in the car. Out of curiosity, he reached out to open the gift box, but was stopped by Lin Jinghuan.

Wen Jinyu withdrew his hand, "I can't see what you put there?"

Lin Jinghuan said: "It's not a good thing. I'm afraid it will scare you."

"Scared me? It's ridiculous, I'm not that timid." Wen Jinyu's heart is not really a weak brother, how could he be easily scared as a pure man. "What exactly are you here?"

Curiosity killed the cat, but Wen Jinyu was still curious.

Lin Jinghuan glanced at him, and saw that the other party was scratching his liver and lungs out of curiosity, hesitated for a moment, and then replied calmly: "Head."

"What?" Wen Jinyu thought he had heard wrong.

Lin Jinghuan did not repeat what he just said, but looked at him and said, "One of Li Linzhang's henchmen was convicted of embezzling disaster relief money during the Anchuan drought five years ago, and he was beheaded today."

At this moment, Wen Jinyu himself didn't believe it even if he said he wasn't afraid at all.

A man's head lay at his feet!Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle!

"What are you doing with this?" Could it be that Lin Jinghuan is actually an invisible pervert?Wen Jinyu's heart turned cold.

Lin Jinghuan saw his fear and sighed, "I've said it all, it will scare you."

Wen Jinyu felt aggrieved, "Most people wouldn't bring a human head with them, and even put it in a gift box."

"This person was one of the people who framed my father at that time. Because of him, many loyal officials were executed by the late emperor." He looked at the gift box containing the human head calmly, showing no sadness or joy, "Today Taking him to visit my father's grave is just to give him an explanation."

Wen Jinyu swallowed, "Your way of sweeping graves is quite special."

When the carriage arrived at the cemetery, Lin Jinghuan first got out of the carriage with the gift box and walked straight to Lin Pu's tombstone.

Wen Jinyu also climbed out of the carriage, followed Lin Jinghuan, and looked around the cemetery by the way.

This area is full of tombs, but judging from the names of the tombstones, it doesn't look like the cemetery of the Lin family, nor the cemetery of Mrs. Lin's natal Zhao family.

Lin Jinghuan put the gift box in front of his father's tombstone, and after saluting, he said, "Father, I brought Jinyu to see you."

Hearing this, Wen Jinyu stepped forward and knelt down in a very sensible way.Regardless of whether the marriage between him and Lin Jinghuan is true or not, the other party is his senior, and it is only natural to bow down.

After Wen Jinyu kowtowed, Lin Jinghuan said, "Father, Zhao Bin was also executed today." As he spoke, his eyes fell on the brocade box beside him.

Listening to this, it seems that this is not the first time.

After sweeping the tomb, Lin Jinghuan got up and handed the brocade box in his hand to the followers who followed.

The entourage will bury the brocade box below this place. In terms of feng shui in the cemetery, the brocade box will be buried in the cemetery facing Lin Pu and others, and they will bow down forever.

Lin Jinghuan pointed to the surrounding graves, and said to Wen Jinyu, "These are the people killed by Li Linzhang's henchmen. There are veteran ministers who have dedicated themselves to the three dynasties, and there are champions who have been in office for less than a year, as well as their innocent relatives who were implicated. Before their injustice was brought to justice, these bones were thrown away in random graves. If my father and mother’s family hadn’t rescued me back then, I’m afraid our family would have been thrown into the wilderness as well.”

Political struggles in ancient times were far more cruel than modern society, because once they failed, they would most likely be murdered, even children who were waiting to be fed.

Wen Jinyu: "You've got your revenge now, so you should be happy in your heart."

After hearing this, Lin Jinghuan sighed and said: "The man behind the scenes is Li Linzhang. Li Linzhang is like a centipede that dies but does not freeze. He is knowledgeable and good at gaining fame, so he is highly respected in the academic circle and has many disciples. When he was an official, Be cautious in doing things, I didn't catch him for any reason, after many years of tossing, I only squeezed him out of the position of prime minister."

"Learned? How does it compare to my grandfather?"

"Of course, old man Wen is better. The old man has been studying knowledge all his life, while Li Linzhang is studying harm. It's a pity that the old man is confused now, otherwise Li Linzhang wouldn't have so many followers."

"Sure enough, my grandfather is the best." Wen Jinyu muttered.

At this time, the follower who went to bury the brocade box also came back.So Lin Jinghuan called Wen Jinyu and returned to the Prime Minister's mansion before dark.

After dinner, Lin Jinghuan went to the study to deal with government affairs as usual, and Wen Jinyu went back to his room to rest since he was fine.

It's just that as modern people, few can fall asleep in the dark.

So Wen Jinyu could only lie on the bed and stare blankly, waiting for the sleepiness to come.

But the more I want to sleep, the more I can't sleep.

After tossing and turning on the bed for several hours, Wen Jinyu got up from the bed without feeling sleepy.

He thought, since he couldn't fall asleep, he might as well do something, such as finish writing "Liao Zhai" which he hadn't finished silently.

It's just that there was no pen and ink in the bedroom, so Wen Jinyu went to Lin Jinghuan's study to get some pens and paper, and to see what he was doing by the way.

The Prime Minister's Mansion is also considered a big family. Although the bedroom and the study are in the same yard, there is still a distance.

The author's gossip: I am late, I am late, I forgot to set the time last night.