Zhilan, who finished reciting the poem, looked up at her father nervously, but saw that Lin Mubai seemed to be drunk, and repeated the poem softly: "Hmm...... There are flowers in spring, there are moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer, and snow in winter. If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world...... Wonderful! Wonderful! After saying two wonderful words in a row, Lin Mubai picked up his daughter in surprise and asked, "Lan'er, is this poem really written by yourself?" ”

Although her heart was weak, Zhilan, who was still holding on, shook her head in her father's arms, showed a smug look, and replied, "Yes! Didn't Daddy say that he could compose a poem in seven steps? ”

"What a poem! When did Lan'er learn to compose poetry? Lin Mubai praised sincerely.

"Uh-see too much. But this time it was also forced by her father, Lan'er actually didn't like to write poems. Zhilan hurriedly added, for fear that she would be asked to write poems in the future.

When Lin Mubai heard this, it was really difficult to express his mood at this time. Even if the little girl learns medicine without a teacher, she can become a classic if she opens her mouth and sings a poem. I am also considered to be rich in learning, and I may not be able to make such good poems, which is really embarrassing to think about.

Just as Lin Mubai was still in a daze, Zhilan yelled into his ear: "This time, Daddy can't ask Lan'er for a master anymore!" The roar shook Lin Mubai's ears.

"Oh?" Rubbing his ears, Lin Mubai was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the joke he had just said. It's too late to regret it, and the words of praise have already been spoken. "Uh-that's true, but-"

"What Daddy said can't be reversed!" Zhilan hurriedly interrupted her father's words, for fear that he would break his promise, and clenched her little fists, looking aggressive.

Lin Mubai didn't take that joke seriously before, because he never thought that Zhilan could really make poems. Now it seems that there is really no master in the capital who can teach this child. looked down and saw that the daughter in his arms was staring at him, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay." Today, my father has a word first, so I will rely on you first, and I won't invite the master for the time being. ”

Zhilan was a little dissatisfied and scolded: How can you call it "temporary" not invited? Didn't you say it from now on...... But she also knows that she will accept it when she sees it, and she can't get an inch. It is already very happy to have such a father, and people have to know how to be content. Thinking of this, she smiled, put her arms around her father's neck and said, "Hehe...... Daddy is the best......"

Zhilan, who got the guarantee, returned satisfied. In the study, Lin Mubai saw her daughter's back happily leaving through the window, and she was relieved and a little emotional. This woman will have great achievements in the future, and it should be good to have a guide, but the person who can teach his daughter in this world is probably unattainable. In the future, I should pay more attention to my daughter.

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These days, Zhilan has been immersed in the joy of liberation. She was grateful to her father and mother for her open-mindedness and tolerance, and even made several new medicines to go to the knot, including good wound medicines, hangover relievers, and even beauty and beauty medicines. Lin Mubai took the trauma medicine and hangover medicine and couldn't cry or laugh, wine, he didn't drink much, as for the injury, almost nothing, didn't this little girl curse him for being injured. Mrs. Lin loves to use the beauty powder very much, and feels that her skin becomes whiter and smoother, delicate and moving. In fact, this so-called beauty powder is nothing more than the essence of vitamins C and E extracted from various fruits and vegetables. Vitamin C whitening, vitamin E moisturizing, this is the common sense that most women in their previous lives know.

At the same time, her alchemy skills are also increasing, but this is carried out very secretly. Because the art of poison refining has always been considered crooked by the world, and she only studied this science with a curious and exploratory heart, and at the same time, this can also give her a great sense of security.

Half a month passed like this, and suddenly one day, the Han Mansion sent someone to send a message, saying that Mrs. Lin's father, Han Zufeng, was seriously ill and urgently summoned his daughter back to see her for the last time. So the Lin family didn't care about what to prepare, and hurriedly rushed to the Han Mansion.

This is the second time Zhilan has officially gone out (not counting the time when she was robbed by Mei Xiang, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and she hasn't seen anything), and she still remembers the last trip to Hanfu, where she received a valuable bracelet and a crisp and loud slap. Seven years have passed, and I don't know what the situation of the Longtan Tiger's Den in Hanfu is now.

Lin Mubai and his entourage were walking in front on horseback, Mrs. Lin, Guanfeng and the maid were in the front car, and Zhilan and Guanyun were in the back car. Along the way, Zhilan kept opening the curtain to look at the crowds and traffic outside the window, and she couldn't see enough of the customs and customs along the way. Guanyun sat in the car with a heavy heart, silent. Seeing him like this, Zhilan couldn't help but sigh as well. She still remembered her grandfather, who was gray-haired and always laughed heartily, and when he picked up the young her, the wrinkles on his old face were stretched, and his eyes were full of warm smiles after the vicissitudes of the world. Even such a hero of his life can't withstand the cruel reincarnation of time. Thinking of this, those prosperous scenes outside the window have also lost their charm. The two brothers and sisters looked at each other all the way without saying a word.

As soon as the car stopped, Lin Mubai quickly got off the horse and helped his wife get out of the car, and Zhilan and Guanyun followed closely into the gate of the Han Mansion. The family hurried through the corridors and finally arrived at the bedroom where Old Man Han lived. Outside the house, many relatives had gathered, all of them looking anxious.

"Daddy!" As soon as she entered the door, Mrs. Lin called her father anxiously. Seeing her father Han Zufeng lying on the bed with a skinny appearance, Mrs. Lin couldn't stop crying like rain. Mrs. Han, who was waiting by the bedside, couldn't help but cry secretly when she saw her daughter like this. Lin Mubai also entered the door with his children, and he was very sad when he saw this scene, and said with a heavy heart: "Father-in-law, we have come to visit you." ”

Han Zufeng saw that his daughter and son-in-law were here, and he also brought his three little grandsons, and he wanted to open his mouth to speak when he was excited, but unexpectedly, a mouthful of phlegm came up again, and he coughed and wheezing. The maid on the side hurriedly took a handkerchief and handed it to his mouth, coughed vigorously a few times, and then relented. The maid took the handkerchief and was about to throw it away, and the sharp-eyed Zhilan suddenly saw a large area of bright red blood on it. At this moment, I heard Mrs. Han's choked voice again: "The imperial doctor also said that this is tuberculosis, and there are not many days to live...... Pity your father for his whole life, and in the end he ended up with such a sick ......" Speaking of this, Mrs. Han couldn't cry anymore.