That night in autumn, the night breeze was slightly cool, and the candle flame burned to half a root. Lingli Mansion can be described as deserted and peaceful. General Ling Li walked into the boudoir, and the woman read a hundred volumes, holding a pen in her hand, with ink in the pen, leaving a burst of ink fragrance on the paper.

"Daddy. The little girl put the pen aside in her hand, got up and walked straight to General Ling Li's side, and said with a smile, "It's so late, why is Daddy here?" General Ling Li sighed, "Ziwei, Daddy doesn't understand, why don't you make a marriage contract with the prince?" At this time, Ling Li Ziwei was 16 years old, and it seemed that it was better to persuade her at the moment.

"Daddy, you know that Ziwei only focuses on cultivation, the eldest brother is conscripted as an official, the second brother is a dignified prince, the remaining younger siblings are still young, and the Ling Li family ranks low in the ranking, if it is a cultivator, how beautiful it is. "Then it's easier to become the crown princess, isn't it? Daddy doesn't understand, this prince is also very good-looking, he is also the eldest son, and his cultivation is also high, if you marry him, how can you not want to be full of glory and wealth?"

Why do you want to marry him, can he give me a thousand years of spiritual power, or ten thousand years of cultivation? Indeed, according to Daddy, it is indeed very good to marry him, but if there was no boy in the first place, he would have died long ago, would he still be able to chat with Daddy here?

"Daddy, if I marry into the royal family, won't the people behind me be hard? Sell my daughter to take the throne, I don't want to hear this word. Moreover, he is the future emperor, and there are many concubines around him, will there be a lack of a mediocre girl like Ziwei? Ziwei, I just want to grow old with the people I care about. ”

General Ling Li pursed his lips and smiled, "Oh, that Ziwei can have a person who cares about him, which family's son?" "This can't be said, but it is a man with deep eyes. ”

In the second year, he entered the temple again, abolished this curse, and the two had nothing to do with each other, and even if there were, it was just a conversation and laughter between the five of them. That year, she shocked the dynasty, and she was spurned for being ignorant and uncontented, and she jumped to cultivate immortals, but she did not soar and became the master of Lingxiao Pavilion. He led his disciples to enter the five-year martial arts competition and defeated the eight directions. Who knew that there was an infighting, the original god had been broken, and she had no power to return to the sky, and she passed away with a red face and a thin life.

General Ling Li died of an emergency, and the eldest brother died on the battlefield the year after Ling Li Ziwei's death, but the body could not be found.

The old man took a sip of tea and smiled leisurely: "This is Ling Li Ziwei's life." The little scholar asked puzzledly, "This Ling Li Ziwei really doesn't know what to do, she could have lived a free life, but she sighed at her choice at that time." Without her, I'm afraid our empire would be dead. What does it mean to be at ease, sir?" "Drinking, composing poems, playing the piano and gossiping. "Can you be specific?" "Xiwu, not good at daughters." "Still puzzled. "Ling Li Ziwei. The scholar nodded immediately when he heard this, only like her can she be called free, right?

"That gentleman, Ling Li Ziwei's heart is the person, but which son?" "Is it good, there are not too many records in the book, only that it is a man with deep eyes. "Is it so hasty? Why didn't she say it at the time? Could it be just to break the marriage contract?" the old man smiled and shook his head when he heard this, "The curse of life and death is not so easy to break, if you want to know, go back and read the old menstrual period again." "The Nian Nian Jing was written by Wang Han, the second son of the Wang family, and recorded countless heroic deeds of the year, among them, Ling Li Ziwei's is just one of the many volumes.

Ling Yu passed by a family, and everyone in that family was going to the grave to burn incense, and she wondered, "Why do you want to do this?" Because the family is still alive, but when her father died, she was in the catastrophe, regardless of this time, and she has been in retreat all year round, either practicing or cultivating, so naturally she doesn't understand these common things.

Bai Luoheng explained, "It is given to the deceased family members, burned to the relatives in heaven, and blesses them. Hua Yi didn't say anything, and Wei Chen just glanced at Ling Yu and didn't speak.

Ling Yu said thoughtfully, "But, it's useless. The man was not happy when he heard it, "Little girl, have you ever died? How do you know that it is useless if you have not died?"

She was puzzled, she had been dead for a thousand years, really, she had never received anything...... Hua Yishi walked past her, gently touched her head, and didn't make a sound. Wei Chen walked over, took her hand and said softly, "Ling'er, do you want to eat sugar gourds?" "Eat, eat, eat! San'er likes it too, doesn't it!" San'er opened her eyes and nodded, "San'er wants to eat!"

"Hua Yishi, please build a mansion here and take care of these children, five children, I'm afraid Jiu really can't bear it. I want him to be stable. "It can be, but it can't be repaired in vain, and I want him to enter the court as an official, I ...... I lack a faithful man like him. "For thousands of years, I have guarded a Huacheng and waited for a woman. Now, for a thousand years, he has also seen through the vicissitudes and dangers of the world. There are not many faithful people, and he alone guards the country.

But, when he died, really, he didn't receive anything. Ling Yu looked at the sugar gourd in his hand, and didn't have the slightest desire to eat it.