Ling Fengling's death was like a normal death alone, calm and simple, because Ling Yuele had been using his identity to go to school, so it was impossible for people to know that the real Ling Fengling was no longer there, what a ridiculous and reasonable reason, but his death made those who knew him cry.

After Ling Fengling's death, Yan Chang'an spread his works to the market according to Ling Fengling's wishes, and used his interpersonal relationships to let more people know, Ling Yuele also participated, and soon many people knew that there was a person, his pen name was Mr. Xie Ling, his works in a simple and easy-to-understand form to understand some difficult to understand, even so far no one understands the ancient works of analysis, although his analysis has a lot of people to discuss, but his analysis and bold conjecture is undoubtedly a significant step in the history of literature.

Yan Changan looked at this scene and thought that Ling Fengling had achieved what he wanted, after his death, his works would be passed on to the world, and everyone would remember an author with the pen name Mr. Xie Ling, his dedication, even if his life was only 13 years, how would he spend his life? If he hadn't met Ling Fengling at the age of five, if they hadn't become friends, if he hadn't been his bosom friend, maybe he would have been willing to be a leisurely nobleman, but they met, and he couldn't be willing to be an ordinary person.

Time is like the wind, farewell to childhood, he went to the test for fame, his talent and the prince's attention, let it soar, he assisted the prince to ascend the throne, could have been the prime minister, but he resigned, thirty years old he was in the prime of life, but there was such a decision, people were taken aback, in the prince's stay in Sanwan, Yan Changan said: "My ambition has been realized, should be realized the second ambition, this ambition is not in the country, but in the world." ”

"Okay, your ambition is just to achieve what you have always wanted to do, although I don't know who you are talking about, but I have listened to you talk about him since I was a child, and I want to come to you in your heart to be obsessed, then go, Zheng Criticism."

Also leaving Kyoto with Yan Changan was Ling Yuele, she and the queen blew up as Ling Fengling, returned to her identity, married Yan Changan, they have no wives and concubines together, and Ling Yuele has two daughters and a son under her knees.

The eldest daughter's name is Yan Ruonan, delicate and arrogant, with a little cleverness between her eyebrows and eyes, and she will look very similar to Ling Yuele when she was young.

There is a shadow of her past between a smile and a smile, yes, there is a certain creation between the poems.

The son's name is Yan Rufeng, he is naughty and mischievous, he can't be idle for a moment, there is no way to sit down and study with peace of mind, but he is very interested in the stories told by the storyteller in the teahouse.

Ling Yuele was also very curious about who this son looked like at first, not like Yan Changan, who is now quiet and old, nor like her, one day, Mr. Teaching asked him to analyze a simple paper, he glanced at it and said, shocking but very reasonable analysis, hearing this analysis and then looking at Yan Rufeng, this serious appearance, I couldn't help but laugh, it turned out to be very similar to Yan Chang'an when he was a child.

The youngest daughter's name is Yan Ruoqiao, Yan Ruoqiao is a very quiet girl, when she is usually fine, the wind chimes in front of the door are fluttering and swaying with the wind, making a pleasant sound, she will always sit at the door, look up and look at the wind chimes quietly, as if something is calling her.

She is not very smart, but Yan Ruonan and Yan Rufeng both like this little daughter very much, and sometimes they are scrambling to play with their little daughter, which is really strange!

One day Ling Yuele saw that Yan Rufeng was distressed about his homework, Yan Ruoqiao came over, and he happily picked up Yan Ruoqiao.

The two of them discussed the problems on the homework, and during the discussion, Yan Rufeng would laugh out loud from time to time, because Yan Ruoqiao's naïve language, in simple language, said many interesting but clear points, but she remembered that her youngest daughter had just started to learn to write, how could she understand this?

The more he looked at Yan Ruoqiao's little daughter, the more he would feel that she had a bit of a younger brother's shadow on her, he had also read some miscellaneous books about borrowing corpses to resurrect souls, and he had also heard Ling Fengling jokingly say such things.

When she chatted with her youngest daughter, she talked about her uncle, Ling Fengchime, intentionally or unintentionally, but the youngest daughter didn't have any special reaction, just scratched her head and asked, "Is Mom going to sell wind chimes to Ruoqiao?"

"Why does Wakahashi like wind chimes so much?"

"Because the sound of wind chimes is pleasant, it is good."

Ruoqiao grew up day by day, he began to get in touch with books, she especially liked Mr. Xie Ling's books, she also had a very strong creation in writing, but Yan Ruoqiao grew up day by day, and her eyebrows became more and more like his uncle, Ling Yuele thought to herself.

After Yan Chang'an resigned, he took his family of four and traveled around, so Ruoqiao saw more stories than ordinary people, and it was not until he became an adult that Ruoqiao finally settled in Xintan Jindu.

Before Ling Yuele passed away, she remembered the picture when she was a child, when she was only five years old, sitting next to her younger brother listening to her younger brother explaining to her the knowledge that this gentleman said, that time, calm and peaceful, if there was no younger brother, maybe she would be like other boudoir women, stay in the boudoir at home until she was married, marry into the husband's family chosen by her parents, and there is no way to choose for her own destiny in her life.

When Yun Xi woke up, her head hurt a little, in this life she was born with Ling Fengchi, Ling Fengchi often squeezed it around her waist and put it with her wallet.

She can't think, she can't speak, but she can see everything, write down, come to this strange dream world, she has met Jiang Ying twice, that Mr. Jiang's original name is Jiang Ying, is this a coincidence or?

Whether it's a coincidence or something else, this pink blue wind chime should be the medium of the various worlds in the fantasy world here, if he uses spells, he can save his memories and enter the next world.

Regardless of whether she is going to try it or not, so that there is no memory of being arbitrarily manipulated, she doesn't want to try the third time at all, in the second dream, she happened to change the route of the story, originally Ling Fengchi was a life of impermanence and loneliness, when Ling Fengchi thought about the words that Mr. Jiang told him, the wind blew gently, and the wind chime just shook, he thought that this wind chime born with him also felt that he should fight, and then his world changed.

It should be a chain reaction, she seems to remember some of the spells he originally knew one after another, one of which is called Remembrance, maybe go to the next world, it can remember who she is, in the absence of memory, if she takes a wrong step, maybe she will really dissipate in this world, let alone recover her memory.

Anyway, he had to be fast, otherwise it would be as inexplicable as last time, and she would have traveled to the next world.