He wandered around the back of the mountain, but he still couldn't find the place where Xian 'er built a hut to guard her mother's tomb. He was wondering if the old emperor was trying to trick him when he saw that halfway up the mountain, smoke was rising in spirals with the wind. He could see it very clearly. He was delighted and quickened his pace, heading straight for the place where the smoke was rising.
When he was still several dozen feet away, he saw a large bamboo forest, lush and green. Bamboo shoots had just sprouted and were growing vigorously. There was a small hut in the middle of the bamboo forest. It was made entirely out of diabolo and was very light and simple. He remembered what he saw in Longquan Village outside of Hangzhou. Xian 'er's mother liked green bamboo, so Xian' er must be here.
He took two steps forward and softly called out, "Xian 'er, Xian' er –" The bamboo forest was spacious and quiet, no one answered.
He walked to the front of the bamboo hut and gently pushed the bamboo door. With a light creak, the door opened. He saw a table, two chairs, and an embroidered bed inside the hut. Other than that, there was nothing else. The hut was clean and tidy, without a speck of dust. There was also a fine sandalwood incense burning in the room. Bursts of delicate fragrance wafted over, making people feel relaxed and happy. Such an elegant place, it must have been specially prepared by Xian 'er to commemorate her mother. Lin Wanrong nodded and looked around the hut, but he didn't see Xian' er's shadow.
There was still a lingering fragrance in the hut, indicating that there was someone living here. He just didn't know where the girl went. He walked out of the door and continued to walk into the forest. After walking for a while, he heard a clear gurgling sound of water entering his ears. In front of him appeared a clear and shallow small stream, flowing down from the mountain.
Going upstream, the first thing that entered his eyes was a moss-covered green tomb, nestled next to the stream and the side of the bamboo forest. A figure dressed in white mourning clothes was kneeling on the ground with her back facing him. Her fragrant shoulders gently trembled, as if she was crying. Beside her, there was still a lingering warmth from the burning paper.
"Xian 'er …" he called out softly. The woman who was kneeling on the ground trembled and hurriedly turned around. A beautiful face appeared in front of her. Elegant eyebrows, clear eyes, small cherry lips, and sparkling tears stained her cheeks. If it wasn't Xian Er, who else could it be?
"Hubby — —" Xian 'er let out a shrill cry and flew into his arms. She hugged his strong arms tightly and cried bitterly.
"Cry, cry." Lin Wanrong patted her shoulder gently, his heart full of love. "Just cry it out."
Xian'er fell into his arms, her fragrant shoulders trembling. She cried so hard that she seemed to be unable to breathe. Her tears soaked the front of his chest.
Lin Wanrong hugged her tightly in his arms and sighed softly. She was the princess of Da Hua Dynasty, who was an outstanding beauty and had a noble status. However, she had to witness a human tragedy with her own eyes and fall out with her father. She had been wandering alone for so many years. No one knew how she managed to endure the hardships. It was really hard on this girl. Speaking of which, Elder Sister An and Xian'er's experiences were really similar. They both wandered the world and made their homes everywhere. No wonder the relationship between them was so close, almost surpassing that of her husband.
"Hey, why is there a stream?" Lin Wanrong whispered in Xian'er's ear. His tone was full of surprise.
Qin Xian'er raised her head and looked around. Her beautiful big eyes were already red and swollen from crying. She sobbed and said, "Hubby, what are you talking about? What stream?"
Lin Wanrong smiled and scratched the bridge of her nose. He slowly wiped away the tears on her cheeks. "If you continue to cry, not to mention a stream, even the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers will have a few more."
Qin Xian'er's beautiful face blushed. She snorted and suddenly broke away from his arms. She pouted and turned her head away. She said softly, "What are you doing here? Why don't you go find your Qing Xuan?"
This girl still remembered what happened that day?! It must be hard for her to remember. Lin Wanrong pulled her little hand and said with a smile, "Today I don't think of anyone but my good Xian'er. Xian 'er, I haven't seen you for a few days and you've grown even more beautiful. Tsk tsk, look at how clear your eyes are and how red your lips are. I think that in a few days, you'll be the number one beauty in the world, and I'll be the husband of the number one beauty in the world — the number one duke in the world. "
Qin Xianer was a smart girl. If someone flattered her, she wouldn't even bother to listen. However, this person was none other than her husband, whom she had personally chosen. Hearing his words, her heart was filled with joy and her face was flushed. However, she stubbornly snorted and refused to look at him. She said, "You said so many nice things to coax me. Did you get rejected by your Qingxuan? Are you using me to make fun of me? If I am the most beautiful woman in the world, what is Xiao Qingxuan's ranking? "
This little vinegar jar was really interesting. Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "Of course you are the first. You are tied. Xian 'er, it's been a long time since we last met. I missed you so much. Don't be so awkward. Come, let your husband weigh you. I want to see if you're taller or shorter, fatter or thinner. "
"Ah —" Qin Xian'er let out a soft cry. It was Lin Wanrong who picked her up and spun her around. Qin Xian'er originally missed him very much. These days, they were awkward. She tried her best to not see him. Today, she saw him again. She was surprised and happy. She fell into his arms and let him do whatever he wanted.
Putting Xian'er's soft and delicate body down, Lin Wanrong buried his head in her hair and took a deep breath. He looked up and sighed, "My Xian'er's body is getting more and more fragrant. Hey, sweetheart, I haven't seen you for a few days. How come you are fat and thin? "
"How am I fat?" Qin Xianer snorted and wrinkled her delicate little nose. She pouted and said, "I've been thinking about you every day. It's not easy for me to see you, but you call the woman I hate the most by her name. How can I get fat?"
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. It is definitely a misunderstanding." Lin Wanrong laughed awkwardly. He said shamelessly, "How about this. When I see her in the future, I will also call your name. Then we are even."
"You wish. I don't want you to see her." Qin Xian'er pouted and said, "Tell me, how am I fat?"
"Of course you are fat." Lin Wanrong smiled. His eyes fell on her full breasts. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Here, it is bigger! My sweetheart is becoming more and more perfect. "
Qin Xian'er lightly spat. Her jade face blushed. Her heart was tight with shyness. But she proudly puffed out her chest, letting him see as much as he wanted.
Lin Wanrong stretched out his devil's claw. He was about to compare the size when he saw Qin Xian'er's red eyes. Two lines of tears slowly fell.
"What is it, Xian'er?" He hurriedly changed from touching to grabbing. He pulled her little hand and said, "Are you not happy to see your husband?"
Qin Xianer glanced at him and suddenly hugged him tightly. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Husband, have you forgotten about me?"
"How is that possible? Xian'er, you can't wrong me. Even if I forget the heavens, forget the earth, forget the air, it is impossible for me to forget my sweetheart, Xian'er. "Lin Wanrong touched his conscience. He pointed to the heavens and swore.
"But, you knew that I was waiting for you in the palace. Why didn't you come to see me?" Qin Xian'er whimpered. "I know. You have the two foxes from the Xiao Family with you. You must have forgotten about me."
"Ai, Xian'er, you also know that I am a man. How can I casually enter the palace? I am not familiar with the emperor. If he knew that I came to pursue you, wouldn't he try his best to stop me? These days, I have been thinking about it day and night. I pondered it day and night. Finally, I took advantage of the time when the emperor summoned me to come up with a plan. I learned of your whereabouts and hurried over. "Lin Wanrong said without blinking. In his heart, he silently said," Father-in-law, I have wronged you. "
"He dares?!!" Qin Xian'er snorted. "He promised me that as long as I return to the palace, he will give you —" She blinked and quickly stopped talking.
"Give me? Give me what? "Lin Wanrong was shocked." Xian'er, there is something I have always wanted to ask you. "
"I know. You want to ask me why I suddenly returned to the palace, right?!" Qin Xian'er looked at him carefully. She lowered her head and said softly. "Husband, don't be angry. I really didn't mean to hide it from you. When Master summoned me to the capital, I didn't know what she wanted to do. Master told me that it would be a pity if you were buried in the common people. She told me to find a way to help you. So, she asked me to return to the palace to have a look. On one hand, I can pretend to be polite to that person and help you stand out. On the other hand, I can assassinate him — "
"Assassinate?!!" Lin Wanrong sucked in a breath of cold air. This Big Sister An could really think of asking her own daughter to assassinate her own father. To put it bluntly, An Biru asked Xian'er to enter the palace to help him. She wanted him to attract the attention of the old emperor and get close to Ning Yuxi. Damn it, this fox An Biru did so many things behind my back. She didn't even report to me. Fortunately, she ran fast. Otherwise, I will definitely beat her little butt.
"Xian'er, did you really assassinate the emperor? Could it be that today's incident is because of you — "Lord Lin opened his eyes wide and asked carefully. With An Biru's cunning, anything could be possible. Oh my, this is not a joke. Not only did she assassinate the emperor, she even killed her own father. This is the most rebellious of rebellions.
"Don't interrupt. Listen to me first." Qin Xianer lightly glanced at him and said in a sweet voice. Her eyes were filled with gentleness and gentleness, making her look indescribably beautiful.
"Okay, okay. Tell me quickly." Lin Wanrong calmed himself down and listened to Qin Xian'er.
"Master persuaded me for a few days. I thought about you and wanted to avenge my mother, so I finally agreed. Master said that my mother was buried in the bamboo forest behind the Xiangguo Temple. That person would come here every spring, so I waited here. As you know, I look very similar to my mother. That person recognized me the moment he saw me. He was overjoyed and wanted to bring me back to the palace. "Qin Xian'er looked around and seemed to recall what happened that day. The person she was talking about was the current emperor of China. However, their relationship as father and daughter had not recovered yet.
Lin Wanrong shook his head. Sister An underestimated the old emperor. She thought that the old emperor didn't know of Xian'er's existence. What she didn't know was that the old emperor had already investigated Xian'er's background and appearance. He had even sent people to protect her in secret. If he wasn't worried that Xian'er's background would be used by King Cheng, he would have brought Xian'er into the palace a long time ago.
"So you told him to promote me as a condition for you to return to the palace?" Lin Wanrong asked with a bitter smile. No wonder the old emperor's attitude changed so quickly. It was because of Xian'er. However, with the old emperor's shrewdness, if he really wanted to win back his daughter, he only needed to promote me. There was no need to give me a plaque and a house. It looks like Official Lin's true abilities have worked, he comforted himself.
Qin Xian'er saw his gloomy expression and how concerned he was about this matter. She panicked and hurriedly said, "Husband, I just want to help you. Actually, with your abilities, you are a thousand times better than those corrupt officials. It's only a matter of time before you become a king or a minister. "
How could it be so simple? It was much more complicated. Lin Wanrong smiled helplessly. He stroked Xian'er's hair and asked, "What happened next? Did you assassinate him? "
Xian'er nodded and lowered her head. "After I returned to the palace, I lived in my mother's former residence. Originally, I wanted to wait for an opportunity to act. Everything was prepared. However, one day, when I was organizing my mother's belongings, I unexpectedly found a letter that my mother had written. So my mother was, she was — — "
Xian'er turned to look at Qing's tomb. She cried and couldn't continue. Lin Wanrong sighed. He knew that the reason why Xian'er could so coincidentally find the letter was because of the old emperor. This was to prevent the tragedy of father and daughter killing each other. He carefully planned and arranged for Xian'er to discover the truth herself. Not only did he save Xian'er's face, but he also restored the relationship between father and daughter. It could be said to be killing two birds with one stone.
"Then, do you still hate your father?" Lin Wanrong held Xian'er tightly in his arms and asked softly.
Xian'er curled up in his arms like a kitten. She hugged his broad shoulders and sobbed, "I hate him! Of course I hate him! If he didn't want to be the emperor, why would anyone try to assassinate him? If no one tried to assassinate him, why would my mother be willing to die to save him? Why would I be homeless and homeless? Why would I be late for mourning for my mother by so many years? I just hate him. I hate him. Husband, he isn't my father. I hate him! "
Qin Xian'er became emotional. She hugged him and cried bitterly. She was heartbroken. Anyone who saw her couldn't help but feel sad.
Lin Wanrong gently patted her soft shoulders, but he didn't know what to say. This was really a mess. The old emperor's pursuit of the throne was not wrong. However, no matter how scheming he was, he probably didn't expect that his desire to be the emperor would become an excuse for his daughter to hate him. Everything was really unpredictable.
Qin Xian'er cried for a while and slowly recovered. She lay in his arms and softly said, "Husband, only a few people know that my mother is buried here. Did he tell you to come here to find me? "
"I'll tell you later." Lin Wanrong stroked her soft hair and sighed, "Xian'er, let me ask you. You said that the emperor comes to the back mountain of the Xiangguo Temple every year. What is he doing here? Is he the one who built this bamboo building? "
Xian'er snorted, "My mother is already dead. Even if he came for a hundred years and built a hundred buildings, what use would it be? Would it be enough to redeem his sins? "
Lin Wanrong smiled and shook his head. He kissed her on the cheek, "Silly girl, if love is also a sin, then we are the most sinful."
Qin Xian'er was startled. She shook her head in disbelief and said, "Husband, what are you saying? Does he have feelings for my mother? When he was in Jiangnan, he only treated my mother as a plaything. I don't believe he would miss my mother. "
"People are not plants. How can they be emotionless?" Lin Wanrong sighed slightly. Pulling her little hand, she said, "The Emperor is also a person. He was with your mother day and night and gave birth to you. This is a kinship of flesh and blood that can never be severed. If you say he doesn't have any feelings for your mother, I definitely won't believe it. However, as the ruler of all saints, his mind is deep. He cannot easily reveal anything, and he cannot easily express his feelings. This is a kind of suppression. It is the price he has to pay for being the emperor. "
Qin Xian'er seemed to understand but she wasn't. She was deep in thought and her expression was very focused.
"Although your mother died because of him, it wasn't because of his own will. Just based on the fact that he has been coming here to pay his respects every day for several decades, it's enough to show that he isn't playing with your mother like you think. Instead, he has deep feelings for her. It is true that he is the emperor who rules over the world, but he is also a husband and a father. In one night, you lost your mother and father, but from another perspective, did he not also lose his wife and children? He is as sad as you. However, you can cry out loud, but he cannot say anything. Xian'er, you are not a parent, so you do not know the heart of a parent. He may have made a mistake as the emperor, but as a father, he has not made a mistake. " Lin Wanrong sighed bitterly. He thought of his old parents that he would never see again. His heart ached.
"Husband, husband." After a long silence, Xian'er nudged him and gently called out in his ear. Lin Wanrong wiped the corner of his eyes and smiled. "What is it? Did I say something wrong?"
Xian'er shook her head and looked at him in a daze. Her eyes were bright and full of tenderness. "Husband, are you crying?"
"No, why would I cry? It's because the wind is too strong! " Lin Wanrong laughed and advised, "Xian'er, in fact, have you ever thought about why your mother left a letter to enlighten you? She just didn't want you to become enemies with your father because of this matter, if she was still alive in this world. If she was still alive, would she be happy to see the relationship between you two? "
"Husband, let me think about it. My heart is in a mess." Qin Xian'er said faintly, "You have to hold me tightly. Don't move."
Lin Wanrong chuckled. "I can hold you tightly, but since I'm in front of my mother-in-law's grave, I should pay my respects."
Qin Xian'er blushed. She was shy and happy at the same time. She hurriedly sat up in his arms. Lin Wanrong knelt down in front of her mother's grave and respectfully kowtowed. Qin Xian'er followed him and knelt on the ground. With tears streaming down her face, she said, "Mother, Xian'er and husband kowtow to you."
A faint breath sounded. An old man with a sickly face dressed in luxurious clothes stood in an inconspicuous corner. He looked at the two people kneeling on the ground. His eyes became misty.
"Master, it's getting late, you should go back." Blind Old Fart Wei supported him by his side and said softly.
"Concubine Qin, Nichang …" The old emperor's lips moved slowly. His voice was so soft that even Old Man Wei couldn't hear what he was saying.
"Master, with Lin San guiding Princess Nichang, there shouldn't be any problems. You should go back and rest." Old Man Wei said respectfully.
"Let me stand for a while longer to accompany Concubine Qin and Nichang …" The old emperor sighed. His eyes were filled with love as he looked at the blissful Princess Nichang nestled in Lin San's arms. After standing for a while, he suddenly said, "Little Wei, what do you think Lin San likes the most?"
"Likes?" Old Fart Wei stared blankly for a moment. If one were to ask what this brat liked, it would be money, beauties, and not a single one was left out. Everything was in his pockets. "This servant doesn't know." He bowed.
"What he likes the most is freedom." The old emperor was full of smiles. "Then I will give him freedom and let him do as he pleases. The north is so big. There are deserts and grasslands. It should be enough for him to play around. "
"Your Majesty, are you talking about the barbarians?! You want him to lead the army?! "Old Man Wei was shocked.
… …
After the two finished paying their respects, Xian'er was filled with joy. Last time, she paid respects to her master. This time, she paid respects to her mother. She and her husband were perfect. Lin Wanrong found a hoe and some tools to repair Qin Ruxian's mausoleum. Although Qin Xian'er was dressed in plain clothes, she was in a good mood as she followed her husband. She smiled a lot more.
By the time they were done, the sun was already setting. Lin Wanrong thought about the task he asked Ning Yuxi to do. He wondered if she had slipped away.
Qin Xian'er saw that he was uneasy and asked, "Husband, what's wrong?"
Lin Wanrong's expression tightened. He held her hand and said, "Xian'er, I have something to tell you. Don't be anxious."
Qin Xian'er nodded. "Husband, tell me. I won't be anxious."
Lin Wanrong stared at Xian'er's beautiful face and said slowly, "This morning, the Emperor was assassinated!"
Xian'er's expression changed rapidly. Sometimes, she was shocked, and sometimes, she was angry. Her hands turned cold. She closed her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks. "Husband, is he badly injured?!"
Recalling what he saw today, he did not want to hide it from Xian'er. He nodded honestly. "From what I see, he is badly injured. I'm afraid …"
Qin Xianer suddenly stood up and wiped her tears. She said in a sweet voice, "Husband, let's go!"
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