Zhao Yuheng has always been very disgusted by this kind of marriage formulated by his parents, he is a good boy who hopes that girls all over the world can fall in love freely, of course, others must be even more disgusted by his sister Lin, just as every time someone comes to the door to propose, Sister Lin will make a small temperament, but this time, he was horrified to find that Sister Lin was indifferent to this rumor, almost like a tacit acquiescence, and after knowing a few hours, he learned that Yang Ziyi "betrayed and absconded" before suddenly falling.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuheng lay down decadently and weakly, and the enthusiasm that originally wanted to visit Sister Lin quickly turned into indifference like a passerby: "Sister Lin who likes those messy stinky men outside, not the Sister Lin I know! The kind of Sister Lin who has changed her flavor is better to let her die!" Zhao Yuheng thought hatefully, feeling that the pink ideal he had spent decades to establish collapsed silently at this moment, turning into a cold ruin. He originally wanted to shout, make a lot of noise, and even get seriously ill, but immediately in his head, the figures of Wang Yurou and Liu Mengyi appeared, and Wang Yunfen, Wang Yunfang's two sisters begged softly and shyly, begging Zhao Yuheng to put them in the room as maids, and the voices of many sisters in the garden laughing and playing on weekdays appeared, and these impressions and voices gathered together and quickly spliced into another more magnificent pink ideal palace, completely covering the previous ruins, and did not leak out at all。

"That's it, in the coming year, let's burn a piece of paper money for Sister Lin. Thinking so, he slowly closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

When Mrs. Wang saw him like this, she gently covered him with the quilt, showing the tenderness of a mother.

【Xiaoxiang Pavilion】

Old Mrs. Zhen stretched out a hand full of wrinkles and age spots, and gently stroked Lin Xuanchen's face with pity. The wrinkles on the old man's face were filled with old tears of pain and remorse.

"Silly boy! How can you not think about it like that! Will grandma really blame you like that? You, and that Yu'er, but the two pieces of meat on the tip of grandma's heart! Grandma will wake you up this time, even if she loses her own life!"

As she spoke, she began to cry in a low voice, not because she didn't want to howl, but because her decrepit and old body could no longer burst out with many screams and howls, she could only cry so quietly and continuously, and this low cry was more heartbreaking than any howl.

At this time, the Xiaoxiang Pavilion ushered in the most lively time since its completion, and this kind of boiling excitement was gathered by the weeping of many women, Lin Xuanchen's situation at this time was obviously on the verge of dying.

The old lady was sitting in front of the bed, Zijuan was kneeling in front of the bed, and the sisters of the Long family and the Zhao family, who were better with Lin Xuanchen, chose to squeeze Aya Luo and other maids to the side, kneeling around the bed, and all of them cried red glasses for some reason. Lin Xuanchen is in the palace, arrogant, often making small temperaments, making small awkwardness, and counting other sisters with sharp teeth, but those behaviors are just a little joke that doesn't hurt, a little joke, in addition to mixing the original stagnant palace life into a mess, the new shoes are colorful and colorful, honest as the sisters of the Long family, cold and arrogant as Aunt Miaoyin, cute as the daughter of the Zhao family, scheming like Wang Yunfen Wang Yunfang, are all her friends, and even willing to completely abandon the so-called camp position in a certain profound, completely abandon the so-called camp position, and have a good and easy time with her。 The hundred gardens with her are really the hundred gardens in full bloom, and once she is sick and angry, so that the little character is no longer a guest, the hundred gardens will instantly become a miserable and miserable garden, as if the concubine cemetery is empty and lonely.

She is the flower of this hundred gardens, the spirit of this magnificent and exquisite garden. Now that the Oiran has withered, and the elves are gone, all that remains of the garden is weeping.

The old lady's cries and words made a few traces of guilt rise in the hearts of the sisters who knelt on the ground, and this guilt soon ignited the sorrow that was originally stuck in the chest and turned it into a suffocating pathos called parting. The sisters who were good friends with Lin Xuanchen understood at this time that the old lady could not really regard her as a sinner, and she should not really put an end to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion because the subordinates chewed the root of their tongues, avoided Lin Xuanchen, and did not come to see her when she was critically ill. The girls only then realized that their so-called reputation in the mouths of their subordinates was really nothing compared to this talkative, funny, wonderful and tender sister.

However, it was too late.

"Amitabha. A clear and arrogant Buddha horn sounded in a cry, like a Sanskrit chant of the soul, which frightened the girls' mournful cries to a halt. The old lady turned her tearful face, and in the hazy teary eyes, she vaguely saw a walker with this hair scattered, the walker was dressed in a blue-gray pure heart shirt, tall and tall, and his whole body exuded a strange cold and lonely aura, although no one had ever known her divine realm, and no one had ever seen her move with anyone, but the first impression she gave people was that she was like an exterminator, a master who had a successful cultivation and was unwilling to get close to people in the world.

"Miaoyin! Come in! Come and see, is Xuan'er still saved!" The old lady didn't see the appearance of the person who came, only from that cold and lonely aura, she could feel that the person was the cultivator in the family temple, Miaoyin, this Miaoyin, is completely different from the rumored "Holy Water Sect" dirty aunt who has changed the taste, she is really a "precept keeper" who is ice clear and jade, and even women are not allowed to get close, and the characters she can see, except for Lin Xuanchen, are probably only left in the palace 's Zhao Yuheng.

Miao Yin said gently, took a few steps forward gently, and when she arrived at the semicircle surrounded by the girls, she frowned very disgustedly, and went around a large half circle exaggeratedly, walked from the side of the bed, and reached to Lin Xuanchen, reached out and touched her pulse, the original cold and lonely expression suddenly changed, but it was not surprise, but a helpless sadness.

"Old lady, didn't you say the poor nun—"

"What! Is there really no way at all?" As soon as Mrs. Zhen heard Miaoyin's tone, she got up from the chair, but her eyes were dark, and she staggered and sat down on the chair, and Brother Parrot hurriedly came to help, but looked at the old lady's face, which was like gold paper.

It was the first time in her life that Mrs. Zhen heard Miaoyin's tone, every trace of arrogance and loneliness in the past, only a sadness that was indistinguishable from ordinary people.

"Why! God has to let the old man ......" The old lady was in tears, her eyes were blank and she muttered to herself, and her daughter's voice and smile appeared in front of her eyes, and the figure of the delicate daughter, who had long been buried deep in the loess, now coincided with the figure of the chief of selection.

Dare to ask Lin Xuanchen why he pleases the old lady? That's not because she looks like the old lady's daughter in appearance and personality, Chong Wangye has the same father and mother, and the younger sister who was born at the same time on the same day, except that the color of the glasses is the pure black of the Lin family instead of the dark green of the Zhao family, there is no difference between the old Taijun's daughter in terms of appearance and personality, and the weakness really has to take into account the difference between the mother and son, it can only be that Lin Xuanchen is more talented than her mother, because she has a father of the Lin family who is full of poetry and books, and defected to Yin Shanluan before his death.

For Lao Taijun, Lin Xuanchen is a strengthened version of her daughter given to her by God, the person she loves the most, and even better than Zhao Yuheng, the top meat on the bright side, and her own son Chongwang Zhao Guangding. Lin Xuanchen's body carries the old lady's sorrow for her deceased daughter, as well as the heartfelt doting on the little girl, so she is the spiritual pillar of the old man who has survived half a century by the ancient scroll green lantern.

"In this world, there is only the reason why Xuan'er sends her mourning family to the end!!" This is the most stubborn persistence and the most stubborn belief in the heart of this extremely stubborn old man, she colluded with Uncle Zhao Guang, colluded with the princes and princes, it was just a game in the hands of him, a more shrewd and ruthless old lady than Queen Linghua, in her opinion, playing a game of chess with Zhao Guangling, the prince who had bullied her (in her eyes, Zhao Guangling was not even the emperor), or rather, it was a little future that she planned for her son as a mother, that's all, she actually held a grudge against Emperor Ren, and she didn't really fancy her son, what she liked was always her own daughter, and her daughter's daughter。

The old lady shouted out the belief in her heart under all kinds of sorrow, and at this time, Miao Yin, who became sad and irritable because she was about to lose a close friend, did not care about the old lady's face and mood, and said the most irreparable thing.

"Poor nuns should advise the old lady to prepare for the future...... The girl made a wish to return to her hometown before her death, which requires a lot of preparations, and she can't panic when the time comes. ”

"Phew, you!" The old lady was not happy when she heard this, and for the first time in her life, she scolded this also famous aunt: "The mourning family invited you to come, so that you can prepare the ritual and move the life of the mourning family to Xiao Xuan'er!

"God!" everyone in the room, whether it was a girl or a maid, even Mrs. Li and Mrs. Ming, who had just arrived here, screamed: "Old lady!

Their screams came from the bottom of their hearts, because in the Southern Empire, there is indeed this kind of "sacrificial secret method" that transfers a person's life span to others, this kind of secret method is not good, you can also find someone to learn, the only problem is that once the old lady transfers her life expectancy, then she can live for three hours at most.

Three hours!

Miaoyin was stunned, as if she was frightened by the old lady's words, and took two breaths before she said softly: "En, the main thing is that he insists on this, and the poor nun can prepare for it...... This is indeed a way to save the girl of the Lin family. Her last words were grim.

Her heart at this time was also ruthless, because in her heart, Lin Xuanchen, who could play the piano with her, was much more important than this nominal old princess.

"Then don't you hurry up......" said the old lady in a trembling voice, "it will be too late!"

"Yes. Miao Yin hurriedly bowed and was about to exit the door, but found that it was too late.

When the old lady stretched out a rough old hand with tears in her eyes and gently stroked Lin Xuanchen's delicate and delicate face, Lin Xuanchen, who closed her eyes tightly and her face was almost blue, suddenly got a turn for survival as if she had been forgiven by God.

"Xiao Xuan'er, what's wrong with you?, why don't you use your strength to resist the pure yin power in your body?!" Teacher Yang Ziyi's voice sounded directly in her head, like a life-saving gospel.

"Master, where are you, Xuan'er misses you!" Lin Xuanchen said silently, she was too weak to make any sound at this time.

"Since you miss Master, you don't need to cultivate?!Are you really taking your life seriously?!How do you let Yinchen deal with himself?!" Yang Ziyi's scolding echoed in her mind.

"Master, it's not that Xuan'er doesn't practice, it's that you don't dare to practice...... Xuan'er—"

"I'm afraid that the 'Nine Heavens' with incomplete cultivation will change your temperament? It's ridiculous! Didn't the master tell you before he went to the secret realm that you had already finished learning 'Nine Heavens'?!"

"But Xuan'er has not yet come out of the teacher, and I ask the master to come back to teach Xuan'er......"

"Nonsense! I don't think Master can joke with his own life! Hurry up and cultivate! What you lack now is the last few chapters of the volume of "Xuanyang", and it is not far from leaving the master...... The teacher is now in a different place, and he is preparing for the ceremony of leaving the teacher for you! Don't play tricks on the teacher at this juncture! You should know that the teacher never eats that set! Okay, cultivate with peace of mind, and wait for Yinchen to marry you with peace of mind! The teacher is very good now, and he is with your aunt......

Yang Ziyi's words seemed to have been passed from thousands of miles away through some extremely rare divine weapon and reached the little girl's mind. Since the little girl already knew that she would not transfer her temperament if she continued to cultivate the Nine Heavens, and she would not become someone that Brother Yinchen hated, she couldn't take care of it, and quickly released the vitality stored in the dantian.

The little body, which was almost completely cold, slowly warmed up again, and finally turned into a sickly low-grade fever. Lin Xuanchen's little face turned from pale to ruddy, and then turned into a feverish flush. Instinctively, she stuck out her tiny tongue and licked her lips, which were a little dry. He opened his mouth and let out a clear, weak voice: "Water-"

"Little Xuan'er ?!!"

"Girl!"

"Miss!!"

"Sister Lin!!"

The exclamations were filled with the ecstasy of lost and regained, and only a haze of disappointment flashed in Mrs. Li's eyes. "Aren't you dead like this......" She complained in her heart for Mrs. Wang, but she didn't dare to make a sound, she knew that if the old lady knew what she was thinking at this time, she would really be immersed in the pig cage.