Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf - Chapter 71

[Chapter 71 [71]]

It’s time to let go.

Over the years, Lin Ting said to her countless times: “Mother, let go.”

Whenever he said this, he would be reprimanded and taught by himself.

Every time he reprimanded, the light in his eyes dimmed a little, and until now, it was completely dim.

He no longer let her let go, but chose to end everything in his own way.

She killed her own child with her own hands.

Concubine Ruan Gui can’t remember how many times she cried today, only this time, the cry was full of remorse.

As she cried, she held Lin Ting’s cold and powerless hand: “But it’s too late…” Lin

Feilu

sneered, “Do you know why I got the slap from the father tonight?”

looking at her.

Lin Feilu was not without sarcasm: “Does the mother really think that the father and the emperor know nothing about what the Ruan family has done over the years?” She did not wait for her to answer, and said coldly: “The king has always been the most jealous of foreign relatives, the Ruan family has nothing to do. I have been in power for a long time in control of the government these years, even if I know that my father and emperor are jealous, I still don’t want to come down, right?”

Concubine Ruan Gui turned pale, and hurriedly retorted: “No…”

Lin Feilu interrupted him ruthlessly: “It’s better for your maiden. Think about it, what is the attitude of the father and emperor in these confrontations between the two factions of the elders? If he doesn’t stop it, is he acquiescing to your Ruan clan to compete for the crown? If this is the case, why has the Ruan clan become less and less competitive over the years? ”

Concubine Ruan Gui’s face became paler and paler.

In this six-year-long struggle for succession, Emperor Lin was never completely unheard of.

He was just watching from the sidelines, trying to use the prince’s faction to suppress the Ruan family.

Nguyen’s support for Emperor Lin’s ascension to the throne in those years, was reused by Emperor Lin, and indeed made a great contribution to the court.

Ruan’s children and even Ruan Xiang’s disciples spread all over the court, becoming a force that even Emperor Lin could not easily disintegrate.

It is impossible for Emperor Lin to leave such a hidden danger to future heirs.

The surname in this world is Lin, not Ruan.

Lin Ting was doomed from the beginning that he could not be the prince. Emperor Lin cultivated him and valued him, but he just gave the Ruan family an illusion of wishful thinking.

When the Ruan family began to set foot on the road of winning the heirloom, they fell into the trap already laid out by Emperor Lin.

He didn’t have to deal with the Ruan clan by himself at all. He only needed to acquiesce to the fight between the two factions and indulge the princelings’ bite on the Ruan clan, and then he could remove the Ruan clan’s wings one by one.

Just like the collapse of the ancestral hall this time.

Even if he knew that there might be something strange in it, he was angry that the prince’s faction dared to do something in the ancestral hall, but he did not show any mercy when dealing with the Minister of Works and the officials from the Ruan Xiang faction.

Lin Feilu looked at Lin Ting who was still unconscious on the bed, and for the first time felt that the royal family was really ruthless.

Doesn’t Emperor Lin know how helpless and helpless his son has been all these years?

He must have known, otherwise he would not have slapped Concubine Ruan Gui and said something like that.

But he didn’t interfere. He watched the struggle between the two factions and Lin Ting’s growing despair.

Family love, sometimes it really can’t compare to the desire for power.

Lin Feilu thought it was ridiculous, and even his tone was sarcastic: “Niang Niang thinks, does the crown prince want to kill you Ruan family? Is it the crown prince who has the final say in Dalin today? With the prince’s faction, how can you shake your Ruan family, a tree that has been rooted for many years?” How could

Concubine Ruan be ignorant of these truths ?

Otherwise, how could she be willing to agree to such an unreasonable request as Marquis Wu’an, and also draw him over.

It’s just that no one has ever pointed it out in such a face-to-face manner.

In this ancestral temple incident, Ruan Xiang’s faction suffered heavy losses. Several important officials in the DPRK were imprisoned because of this incident. The princelings took the opportunity to place their own staff in these positions. After agreeing, he didn’t give Ruan Xiang any time to react.

The Marquis of Wu’an also rejected the proposal to marry the Ruan family because of this matter. Before the Xueshi feast began, he had already sent his daughter Wei Luochun out of Beijing overnight and returned to Yuanzhou’s hometown. Let Verochun combine with Lin Ting.

It’s not that she should let go, it’s that she has to let go.

Concubine Ruan Gui was sitting on the edge of the bed, and after an unknown amount of time, she suddenly knelt down on Lin Feilu with one knee.

Lin Feilu hid for a while, but she jumped up and grabbed the corner of her skirt, crying bitterly: “Xiao Wu! Xiao Wu, I know you have a good relationship with Ting’er, you save him, you save my Ting’er…

” The woman of Lin Ting is no longer the proud and noble of the past, and the struggle for succession for many years is not a kind of torture to her, and now, Lin Ting’s suicide has finally become the last straw that crushes her.

“Even if I let go now, and the Ruan family let go, the crown prince will not let him go. The Ruan family can retire, and Xiang Ruan can return home, but Ting’er can’t. He is the king of Qi, he is the eldest son of Dalin, and he is there. One day, the prince will not feel at ease, once the prince ascends the throne, he will not keep him…” The

two factions fought, and the result was more than a life-and-death feud.

Lin Ting knew that his death was the only way to stop this struggle for succession, so how could the crown prince not know it.

With him around, the eldest son of the emperor will never give up.

Lin Feilu wondered if there was still a trace of friendship for this eldest brother in Lin Qing’s heart today.

But…

She pulled her skirt back from Concubine Ruan Gui’s hand and looked at Lin Ting on the bed, as if to tell her, and as if to promise herself: “With me, I will never let the Great Emperor Something happened to my brother.”

…

Lin Ting’s suicide by taking poison has not been reported, only that he was seriously ill, and Ruan Xiang’s faction was already sluggish. Hearing this news, it was even worse, and some people even secretly voted for the Prince’s faction.

Lin Feilu didn’t go back to the palace, and stayed in the Qi Wangfu directly.

The first person who came to visit was Lin Nianzhi. She lived outside the palace. She came early the next day and happened to have a face-to-face with Concubine Ruan Gui.

Looking at Concubine Ruan Gui, who was wearing messy makeup and hair, she didn’t recognize her for the first time.

In the afternoon, Lin Jingyuan and Lin Jiwen also came. Seeing the serious look on the imperial doctor’s face, the two didn’t bother to bother them. They only glanced from a distance outside the door, and then sat silently outside the hospital.

Lin Jingyuan said sullenly, “I came to Qi Wang’s mansion to look for eldest brother the day before yesterday. He was fine at that time, but he was ill.”

Lin Jiwen scratched his head: “Since eldest brother left the palace, his health seems to be not as good as before. Is it better to eat outside the palace than in the palace?”

Lin Jingyuan: “…”

The palaces heard that King Qi was seriously ill, and they all sent people to visit.

Donggong also sent people to bring two hundred-year-old blood ginseng, but Lin Qing never came.

With the consultations of the imperial physicians every day, Lin Ting’s body was finally cleared of the windglass grass poison bit by bit, but he was still in a coma. He relied on some water and liquid food for supplements every day.

Lin Feilu was so anxious, but couldn’t wake him up again. After thinking about it, he planned to try the modern method of “talk therapy”.

She doesn’t do anything every day, just sits by the bed and tells stories to Lin Ting.

At the beginning, I talked about One Thousand and One Nights, then I talked about fairy tales, and finally I talked about the martial arts drama I had watched.

On this day, the seven masters who were talking about Guo Jing did not allow him to be with Huang Rong, and insisted on pairing him with Mu Nianci.

Lin Feilu sat cross-legged on the pedals, holding a storytelling wood in his hand, and when he talked about the highlights, he took a picture on the bed: “Then Guo Jing certainly quit, he only likes his sister Rong. His The seven masters said, “You bastard! Dongxie Huang Yaoshi is a madman who kills without blinking an eye. From now on, I will not allow you to see this little demon girl again! Guo Jing is in a hurry, saying that Rong’er is not a little demon girl, but Rong’er is very good. Very good girl!”

She sighed, and couldn’t help but prop up her head and start to fantasize, if she wore a copy of martial arts at the beginning, maybe she would have her own brother Jing now, right?

A weak voice suddenly came from the bed: “Then is Guo Jing and his sister Rong together in the end?”

Lin Feilu didn’t react for a moment.

After realizing who was talking, he jumped up from the pedals.

Lin Ting opened his eyes and looked at her with a smile.

Lin Feilu turned his head and ran out: “Meng Fuji! Meng Fuji! The first emperor is awake!”

All the imperial physicians who were waiting at Prince Qi’s mansion ran in, and after looking around again, he was finally sure that Lin Ting was indeed alright.

The residual poison in his body has been cleared, and as long as he pays attention to taking care of his body in the future, there will be no more problems.

The imperial doctor prescribed a new prescription, and when he finished drinking the medicine, the kitchen also brought light white porridge.

Lin Feilu looked at his gradually recovering face, and wanted to cry and laugh a little. When everyone in the room left, Lin Ting was half lying on the bed and reached out and touched her head: “I’m sorry, I made Xiaolu worry. .”

She shook her head, trying to say something, but found herself unable to say anything.

Lin Ting seemed to feel something, and smiled weakly

: “After that? How did Guo Jing convince his seven masters to be with Huang Rong?”

The plot was briefly told once again: “Then they gave birth to two daughters, one named Guo Xiang and the other named Guo Fu. This is another two stories. I’ll tell the big brother later!”

His eyes curled: ” Okay.”

Lin Feilu looked at him for a while, then slowly stretched out his finger to hook his little finger, and said in a husky voice, “Brother, we have made an appointment, and don’t hurt yourself in the future. Are you okay?”

The smile on Lin Ting’s face gradually faded.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes draped over his eyelids, casting a deep shadow.

After a while, Lin Feilu heard his hoarse voice and said, “Xiaolu, too many people have died.”

The afterglow of the setting sun filtered in through the half-opened window, just enveloping him.

But that warm light could no longer illuminate his eyes.

It was not the first time that Lin Feilu saw Lin Ting cry.

When they first met, he hugged the rabbit and hid in the grass and cried.

In fact, he has always loved to cry, his heart is so soft, it is easy to cry for this world.

But at this moment, tears flowed from his eyes without making a sound, sliding down his pale cheeks and falling drop by drop on the back of his hand covered with thin veins.

He said softly: “So many people died because of me, how innocent. I should have ended all this long ago. Even if I die, I will bear this sin in hell.”

Lin Feilu’s eyes were red, and he held him tightly. Shaking fingers: “It’s not your fault, it has nothing to do with you.”

He looked up and smiled in despair: “I can never forgive myself for so many lives.”