The three-year-old girl said that she was going to repair a book, and Lin Ruhai was stunned for a long time before coming back to her senses.

The Eighth Prince is only about six years old, they are all little dolls, and it is not unacceptable to write letters or something.

Lin Ruhai also felt that this was the best way to thank him, and besides, he really wanted to know how his daughter, three years old, would hold a pen and write what kind of letter?

The husband and wife looked at each other, and the meal was also mixed. Although after her daughter woke up, she spoke and acted differently than before, but the little doll was almost the same every day, and there was no abnormality or anything.

After dinner, Lin Ruhai took his daughter to Jia's small study. Jia Shi hugged his brother and followed in. On the desk under the window, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are readily available, and the big girl beside Jia's has rolled up her sleeves and sharpened the ink.

Writing, Daiyu naturally can write, in the previous life, I practiced a hairpin for many years, but now I can't use it. First, he is young and his wrist strength is not enough; Second, Lin Ruhai didn't enlighten her, if she could write, even her biological parents would be afraid, right?

So, when Lin Ruhai put her on the chair, Daiyu lay on the table, took a small pen, grabbed it in her hand, held it up, and said to her father, "Daddy, how do you write the word thank you?" ”

The worry in Lin Ruhai's heart disappeared, he twisted a strand of beard that had been left on his chin for a long time, laughed, and even the hand holding his daughter was trembling slightly, he finally controlled his emotions, and encircled his daughter in his arms, neither raised his head, nor did he make a payment, only on a snow-white flower note, he drew two "thanks" words.

That night, Daiyu drove out all the maids who served in the house, and she was alone in bed and practiced yoga for a while. The feeling of palpitations and shortness of breath eased slightly, and after pinching my nose and drinking a bowl of medicine, I fell asleep.

Everything is so incredible, but Daiyu is recalling the book "Dream of Red Mansions" in detail, recalling the characters in it, their respective fates, and the turning points that caused these fates. She is especially glad that she has watched "Dream of Red Mansions" so many times, and she is actually the most clear about Daiyu's fate.

My brother can't die no matter what, it's not just that she likes it as soon as she sees that little dumpling today, but once her brother has three long and two short, Jia will be deeply hit, and in less than a year's effort, she will also die in Huangquan, and she will fall to the fate of sending people.

Thinking of the splendid flowers in the first half of "Dream of Red Mansions", and then the waning of the West Mountain all the way, Daiyu was very resistant, she didn't want to enter the Rongguo Mansion, nor did she want to pay attention to the "wood and stone marriage" with Jia Baoyu, let alone die miserably in the Grand View Garden in the end.

My brother's body looks very good, it's not the kind of short-lived and premature death, what is the reason? Maybe it's Mr. Cao Xueqin's unique setting for the plot, but no matter what, Daiyu doesn't want to sit still.

Before anything happens, there will be some clues, and she is glad that she is young now, and no one will pay attention to her. This also provided her with convenient conditions to observe the people in this house.

Lin Ruhai is the queen of the Houmen, and he has not been to the palace since he was a child, and there are also a few servants in the palace who know him.

After hand-delivering the letter, Lin Ruhai said, "Because of His Royal Highness's mercy, the little girl has to be personally diagnosed and administered by Lord Yizheng, and now it is very good, His Highness's life-saving grace is engraved in the heart of the whole family of Weichen!" ”

I don't know if it's his delusion, Lin Ruhai always feels that the Eighth Prince is a little fatter again. The weather was cold, and he wore a pair of sheepskin boots, covered with a royal blue feather veil and a crane in a white fox, and a bundle of blue-gold and light blue double-rings and four-fold Ruyi silk.

The wind hair on the neck is very good, the snow white without a single variegated color, the child's face is lined with frost and snow, white and red, the lips are pretended to be deep, the corners of the mouth are pointed, there are two round dimples on the top, the big black eyes flashed and flashed, the little adult was general, and asked, "The girl of Lord Lin's family, is her body bone very bad?" ”

"The little girl has been taking medicine since she was in her mother's womb, and she was taking medicine since she could eat, and a few days ago it was a big deal, and a leper monk came, saying that she was going to go to the house, if it wasn't for the doctor to treat her in time, the lower officials and the cheap ones had to save her life, so they agreed to come down."

"Nonsense!" The little adult shook the paper in his hand, "There is a disease to cure the disease, if the monks and Taoists in this world are so capable, what else do you need the doctors to do?" The little adult pursed his lips, the pear vortex was deeper, and it looked like it could hold two taels of wine, he pondered for a moment, "I will ask the doctor to go to Miss Lin every ten years to ask for a safe pulse, and if you become a monk or something in the future, don't mention it again." ”

"This ......"

Lin Ruhai still wanted to excuse himself, but the little adult had already pinched the paper and turned to leave. When he entered the main hall, he threw the paper to Xiao Anzi, the little eunuch who was with him, "Throw it away!" ”

"Your Highness......"

Since he was going to throw away this note, why did Fang Cai still say that he would let the doctor go to the Lin Mansion every ten years? Xiao Anzi only felt that he had never understood this six-year-old master, and he always acted so safely, but he seemed a little cold.

"Since she wanted to thank me sincerely, she should have written a letter seriously. Now this letter, with neither a head nor a payment, is sincerely unwilling to have anything to do with me! The eighth prince paused, turned his head, and smiled gloomily, "This prince has saved her life, and if you want to clear up with this prince, you have to agree with this prince!" ”

"Yes, yes, His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince is wise!" Xiao Anzi patted the fart skillfully, but he was thinking in his heart, the girl from Master Lin's family is only about three years old, and it is not bad to be able to pinch the pen, and it may take a lot of effort to write these two words, so why should His Highness be careful to dislike it?

Lin Ruhai waited until the Eighth Prince left before he got up from the ground. He had no intention of having too many deep friendships with the Eighth Prince, and the children in the palace learned to calculate from the day they fell into the grass.

And the mother of the eighth prince is Concubine Rong of Jing'an Palace, the granddaughter of Chen Yi, the former Duke of Qi, and now her brother Chen Ruiwen attacked General Sanpin Zhenwei, although it was a meritorious service, the family had already been defeated. When Concubine Rong first entered the palace, she was just a small lord, and the following year she gave birth to the eighth prince, all the way through the concubine position, and entered the concubine position, it cannot be said that she is not a ruthless lord.

However, Lin Ruhai can't refuse now, the eighth prince can't refuse, and in his selfish heart, his daughter's body can't be refused.

Daiyu didn't know her kindness, and in the eyes of others, it was full of conspiracy. Even, in the evening, Lin Ruhai came back from the Ya, and heard that the doctor would come to ask her for a pulse every ten years, and she was full of gratitude to the eighth prince who had never met.