At night, the Lin family's mansion was brightly lit, the maid servants were busy, but the study in the courtyard of the eldest prince was tightly closed.

On the brass candlestick, several large butter candles are lit, and the candle flame sways gently with the movement of the figure.

"Oh? Did he go to that kind of place? Lin Shaohan stood still, sat down behind the bookcase, picked up a thin pen, dipped it in colored ink, and carefully traced an unfinished painting on the case.

"Yes, the minions saw it with their own eyes. The second son went with the young master of his cousin, and after sitting for a while, he ran out. Sweeping Xue stood respectfully aside, bowing his head, not daring to look at the picture scroll on the case.

"Hmm." Lin Shaohan finished drawing the clothes and belts of the beauty in the picture, and then raised his head again, "Do you see clearly?" He really doesn't lift it? ”

"Back to the uncle, the slave can see clearly, the second son slept in the room all night, and he was still neatly dressed in the morning. Later, although he made trouble again, he still didn't do anything after listening to Miss Chu Xiang. He must be out of his way. ”

Xue Sweep took the eldest prince's silver, so he naturally wanted to return useful news. That night, he secretly looked at the crack in the door several times by taking the second son, and Lin Shaoxuan, this kid was really useless.

Changing a pen, Lin Shaohan carefully drew a colorful butterfly on the picture.

"Didn't Doctor Xue say he was okay?"

"Uncle, then Doctor Xue is a liar, he must be afraid that people will say that his medical skills are not good, so he will use this to cheat Mrs. of money. You don't know, he also gave the second young master a copy of the Spring Palace, and the second young master has to read it several times every day before going to bed. ”

Snow sweeper said again, whatever the master likes to hear, he will pick up and say. The second son is frivolous and profligate, and this family will be the eldest son's sooner or later. has done so many things for the eldest prince, if he doesn't even know how to please his master, isn't it in vain for so long?

"Oh, interesting. It seems that he didn't even need me to make a move, he played himself to death. The eldest prince concentrated on painting, and it took him half a day to say this.

"Yes, he was obsessed with the Jiang family Yulang again, and went to the Jiang Mansion to find someone, but he didn't even get in the door, so he was driven away, and he was stuffy in the room these days, and he didn't go anywhere." Snow ploughing hurried to replenish.

"Okay, there you go. Remember to ask him to go out to play whenever you have the opportunity, it is best to let him offend the son of the Jiang Mansion, and this son will remember you a lot. ”

"Yes, the minions are retired." Snow Sweep exited the study and slipped back to his room along the wall.

"Eldest Prince, you can rest for a while. It's late today, the candlelight hurts my eyes, and it's not too late to paint tomorrow when it's dawn. A gentle female voice sounded, and an elderly maid came out of the shadow of the candlelight.

"Aunt Emerald, I'm fine." Lin Shaohan put down his pen and called Cui Zhen to come closer, "Look, I can draw like my mother?" ”

In the painting, a woman, dressed in colorful clothes and holding a fan, stands among the flowers, looking at several colorful butterflies. The fine brush is carefully drawn, and the image of a butterfly girl is delicate and pretty.

"Like, it's really like your mother back then." Cui Zhen looked at Lin Shaohan lovingly, "Han'er, so many years have passed, and the master has treated you well, so you can forget about the past grievances and live a good life." Marry a big lady early and have a son, my aunt still wants to watch the little master grow up. ”

"Auntie, don't say such things again. My mother is such a simple and kind person, and she was killed alive by them like this...... I have been holding this breath in my heart for 20 years, and if I don't let their family ruin, I can't marry a wife and have children with peace of mind! ”

Although Lin Shaohan's words were ruthless, his face was not clear, looking at the picture scroll on the case, there was a trace of sadness and tenderness in his eyes.

When his mother died, he was still young, and everyone thought he couldn't remember things, but who knew that he was a precocious one, and he already had memories when he was two years old. My mother loves to hold him on her lap and sing to lull him to sleep while gently rocking him. Mother was born so beautiful, little Lin Shaohan likes to lie in his mother's arms the most, watching, shaking, listening to songs, and he can fall asleep after a while.

All these years of living in hatred, he has not been in pain every day, and he can only sleep peacefully by remembering his mother's warm embrace.

"Han'er......" Cuichen looked at his calm face, feeling his hatred, his hurt, and his heartache, but he couldn't say words of comfort.

When Die'er died, she watched from the sidelines, watching her eat two pieces of jujube cake sent by her wife, and suddenly vomited blood. The blood was dazzlingly red, and Cui Zhen stepped forward to help her, but she pushed her away.

Blood gushed from Butterfly's mouth, and she didn't care about herself, but struggled to get out the door.

"Quick, hold the child and go find the master!"

She clutched the rest of the jujube cake tightly in the palm of her hand, for fear of being taken to feed her child. Pushing Emerald out of the door, she finally collapsed in pain in the courtyard.

"Someone! Dieniang has an accident! Help me! ”

Cui Zhen was still young at that time, and when she saw such a thing, she was so frightened that her hands and feet were paralyzed, and she couldn't walk with Lin Shaohan in her arms, so she could only shout for help. When the master came, Die'er had already gone. Her face was twisted, and the placket of her clothes was splattered with blood, which had turned black and coagulated, making her otherwise delicate face even more terrifying. Her eyes were wide open, and she couldn't close them until Cui Zhen said, "Han'er is fine", and then closed her eyes.

Thinking of Die'er, Cui Zhen felt another heartache. Die'er grew up serving the old man since she was a child, and the two of them can be regarded as childhood sweethearts, and the young son took in the maid ring who was served closely in the room, how ordinary, no one took it seriously. With Die'er, he still married the eldest lady of a wealthy businessman who was in the right household.

The new lady is beautiful and capable, manages the family in an orderly manner, and does not treat Die'er harshly, who would have thought that she would not be able to give birth to a child for a few years? Who would have thought that she would want to kill Butterfly's mother and son? There is no evidence, and the master can't do anything about him. Not only could he not touch him, but she also took the eldest son to her side and became her son.

Cui Zhen hated, but there was no way, she couldn't even protect herself. She has always served Die'er, and witnessed Die'er's death, but she was punished to do rough work, and she was already going to thank the Bodhisattva if she could save her life.

How hard the eldest prince lives! It wasn't until he grew up, took charge of the family, and controlled all the businesses of the Lin Mansion that he found an opportunity to transfer Cuichen to his side and ask her about the past. This child, who suppressed hatred in his heart, called his mother to kill his mother every day, and he endured it for so many years.

The warm embrace, the soft singing, the red blood, the piercing cry, and the twisted and painful face of the mother, these scenes tormented Lin Shaohan in his dreams every night. As a young man, he was frightened by the chaos and fell seriously ill. When he recovered, he never said anything about the past. Everyone else thought he had forgotten, but he just suppressed the hatred in his heart and let it swell and ferment.

He hates! I hate Mrs., I hate my lord, I hate Lin Mansion, and I hate my younger brother born to Mrs. He's going to grow up, he's going to be strong, he's going to destroy it all.

Gently drying the scroll, Lin Shaohan instructed Cui Zhen: "I have to take it and frame it, you can help me put it away, put it together with other paintings, and don't let others see it." ”

"Yes, I see." Carefully putting away the painting, Cui Zhen persuaded Lin Shaohan, "It's not early, the eldest prince should rest early, and he will get up early tomorrow." ”

"Well, you go first, and I'll look at the account books later."

Lin Shaohan couldn't sleep, and he had too many things in his heart. In the past few years, it has slowly encroached, and the business of the Lin Mansion has been completely controlled by him. He has to plan well, waiting for the day of revenge, and he will trample all the enemies under his feet.

Enemy, enemy! Let you live happily for a few more years, and then I will make you pay with blood, and I will make your life worse than death! Mother, you rest in peace, Han'er will help you avenge when she grows up!

Lin Shaohan couldn't sleep, and Lin Shaoxuan couldn't sleep tonight, excited.

Jinyu, Jinyu, it turns out that Jinyu didn't reject me! Haha, I'll see him tomorrow. I'll have to prepare. These kinds of incense, except for the "Qinglian" brought by Qin'er today, the others are not named, it is better to write out the ingredients, and Ming'er and Jinyu will discuss together.

Lin Ergongzi ran to the study, called the waiter, and ordered her to sharpen the ink.

How to write "lavender, cedar, sandalwood...... in traditional Chinese? Lin Shaoxuan scratched his ears and cheeks, leaving a few ink balls and words on the fine rice paper, which was really unreadable.

Forget it, if you don't write it, you can't afford to lose this person. Tell Jin Yu tomorrow and ask him to write, Jin Yu's handwriting is beautiful. Lin Shaoxuan took out the prayer post, read Jinyu's words again, and took it as a copybook to copy carefully.

"Second master, why did you remember to write today?" The waiter snickered as he looked at the words on his paper.

"Ahem, the second master can't write? You also write well for me, and I will practice two big characters every day in the future, and I plan to let you be my housekeeper for the second master. Lin Shaoxuan glared at him in embarrassment, forcing the waiter to accompany him to make a fool of himself.

"The slave would love to have the opportunity to write!" The waiter didn't buy it, "By the way, the second son, someone came to tell me just now that the eldest son called the snow sweeper again, and talked in the study for a while, and I don't know what he said." ”

"Okay, I see, keep an eye on it." Lin Shaoxuan wrote it a few times, and gradually found some doorways, and finally it was not as ugly as it was before.

"It seems that I have time to practice calligraphy, my son is obviously full of talent, and others treat me as a straw bag." Lin Shaoxuan picked up the paper and boasted proudly, and the waiter couldn't help but smile until his face cramped.

"Second son, go to sleep quickly, otherwise you won't be energetic tomorrow."

Oh yes, hurry up and go to bed, and go to Apricot Alley early tomorrow. After making perfume last time, I left a mess that I hadn't had time to clean up. Some of the new recipes in the bottle have been left in these days, I'm afraid the aging has been completed, and I'm going to have to check it out early tomorrow.

Lin Shaoxuan put down the pen and paper, put Jinyu's prayer note into the drawer, and hurriedly called the waiter to fetch water to take a bath. Dripping in some orange blossom essential oil, Lin Er Gongzi soaked beautifully for a while.

Smelling the fragrance of orange blossoms, Lin Shaoxuan fell asleep peacefully. This night, he didn't go to see the Spring Palace, he didn't think about the confusion of sexual orientation, and only the fairy Yulang in white clothes was left in his dream. In the dream, the beautiful woman stood by the water, holding a purple jade flute, playing the acacia tune he taught.