It doesn’t matter, my boyfriend is a eunuch!

Lin Zhiqiang looked at Lin Zhihe, his expression was normal, and there was nothing unusual in his voice. "Dad couldn't find you anywhere. I thought you were right in front of me just now, but how come you disappeared all of a sudden? It turns out you are here."

"Go back when you've rested enough. Don't let Dad worry." Lin Zhiqiang took Cheng Wang's arm and left.

It's like nothing happened.

If something is too normal, it will become abnormal.

Lin Zhihe was alone in the pavilion, looking at the backs of Lin Zhiqiang and Cheng Wang, and he felt somewhat relieved.

It would be better if Lin Zhiqiang really knew. The original owner could leave her with a mess, but she couldn't give the original owner a surprise.

Walking down the stairs step by step, Lin Zhihe's thoughts returned to Master Huaiqing.

This old Taoist priest had some skills. She had difficulty walking up such steep stairs, but the old Taoist priest jumped up several stairs at a time, just like Sun Wukong.

As I walked, I saw Xiao Taohong and Liu Li.

Both of them stared in her direction, motionless.

"I lost him." Liu Li had a look of regret and a bitter face, blaming herself and feeling anxious. "I didn't expect him to run so fast. I felt like he was right in front of me, but he disappeared in an instant."

"It's okay, it's normal to get lost." After all, the one who can activate such a complicated formation must be something special.

"Master, shall we go back to the palace?" Liu Li asked tentatively.

"I can't go back, Lin..." Lin Zhihe realized something was wrong and quickly stopped talking, "Dad is looking for me, I have to go find him now."

After walking around for a while, I finally saw Lin Yingchen.

He stood under a tree, his face expressionless, his eyes drifting into the distance.

Seeing Lin Yingchen, Lin Zhihe immediately put on a well-behaved look, "Dad, are you looking for me?"

Lin Yingchen seemed to have just seen Lin Zhihe and came back to his senses when he heard her voice.

He did not speak, but looked at Lin Zhihe with a watery look filled with nostalgia and sadness.

"He'er."

He just uttered this strange cry once and then stopped talking.

Just say that everyone in the Lin family is crazy.

He still didn't say anything, just stared at her, which made her feel creepy.

If you don't have anything else, I'll leave.

"father…"

Both men spoke at the same time.

"Dad and the Queen Mother have asked for a visit, come home."

After saying that, he left without looking back, leaving Lin Zhihe with only a resolute back.

No, why are you visiting your parents again? Didn’t you just visit your parents a few days ago?

She traveled through time like a day student, and the emperor didn't even show up, but kept running home every day.

Even though she complained, Lin Zhihe still followed Lin Yingchen's back, walking forward with big strides.

Perhaps because Lin Yingchen was well-read and did not believe in ghosts and gods, the atmosphere of the Ghost Festival in the Lin Mansion was very dull.

There are no endless purple herbs, but there are many water lanterns in the small pond.

As soon as Lin Zhihe got out of the sedan chair, Lin Yingchen pulled her to the study.

Father Lin’s study is very large and has all the necessary facilities. It looks like one could live in it.

After he opened the door, he stood at the door and didn't go inside.

Instead, he pointed at the table and said, "Here, it's prepared for you." His voice sounded hoarse and weathered.

Following the direction of his finger, Lin Zhihe saw a table. The table was large, with some things piled on it in an orderly manner.

Some common things like pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a bowl of noodles.

A bowl of noodles, sprinkled with chopped green onions, exuding bursts of fragrance, and a pair of chopsticks placed on it.

Although she felt it was strange, Lin Zhihe's intuition told her that this was the bowl of noodles that Lin Yingchen had prepared.

She looked at the bowl of noodles in confusion, then looked at Lin Yingchen standing at the door, and hesitated for a moment.

Are you asking me to eat this bowl of noodles?

Lin Zhihe picked up the chopsticks and looked at Lin Yingchen tentatively.

Lin Yingchen didn't react at all, and his whole body was indifferent. Although his eyes looked at her, they were empty, and it was obvious that he was thinking about something else.

What's going on? Lin Yingchen is acting weird today.

It won’t be...

Thinking of this, Lin Zhihe felt a little scared.

She picked up the chopsticks and stirred the noodles which were still steaming. She wanted to pick up a handful and put it into her mouth, but she turned it over and over but couldn't find the beginning.

There isn't just one noodle in this bowl, is there?

Is this a bowl of longevity noodles?

Lin Yingchen asked her to eat longevity noodles, so today is Lin Zhihe’s birthday?

If today is the original owner's birthday, Xiao Taohong has never mentioned it. According to the palace's custom, if a concubine has a birthday, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will reward her with something, but there was no reward today.

That proves that today is not Lin Zhihe’s birthday.

She remembered that Liu Li had mentioned that the information of everyone entering the palace would be recorded in a book, and for concubines like her, the information would be even more detailed.

Xiao Taohong and the Ministry of Internal Affairs would not have made a mistake, and neither would Lin Yingchen. The only possibility was that Lin Yingchen fabricated Lin Zhihe's birthday.

Lin Zhihe's scalp went numb at the thought of this possibility. How many things has Lin Yingchen hidden?

This makes sense. The original owner's birthday was July 15th. As the Great Xia Dynasty seemed to avoid the Zhongyuan Festival, Lin Yingchen really needed to make up a birthday for his precious daughter.

Lin Zhihe thought while eating, and swallowed the whole bowl of noodles in a few mouthfuls, not forgetting to burp.

Although it is longevity noodles, it tastes great and the noodles are very chewy.

Lin Yingchen looked at Lin Zhihe who was eating voraciously, and he finally warmed up a little and seemed to have regained some temperature.

"Eat slowly."

At this moment, Lin Yingchen was like an ordinary father, giving earnest instructions.

This was a warm reminder, but it came a little late. She was only a few bites away from finishing it.

Seeing Lin Zhihe finish the last bite of noodles, Lin Yingchen slowly spoke again, "Let's go to the ancestral hall to see your mother."

Oh my god, we have to go to the ancestral temple again.

The Lin Family Ancestral Hall was built in a very remote location, in the southeast corner of the Lin Mansion, while the study room where they were located was in the northwest corner of the Lin Mansion. To get to the ancestral hall from here meant that they had to go around the entire Lin Mansion.

Too big, too spacious.

Holding three incense sticks, Lin Zhihe knelt on the cushion and worshipped, then stood up and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"Your mother still refuses to come into my dreams." Lin Yingchen murmured, his voice very sad.

Just when Lin Zhihe was about to be infected by this sad emotion, Lin Yingchen spoke again: "He'er, Dad often hears people say 'You can't get your mother if you don't want to give up your child'. Just kneel here and beg your mother. Your mother loves you the most, she will definitely be soft-hearted and forgive me."

"Just help Dad with this, okay?"

Dad, first of all, there is a saying that goes, you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a kid.

Secondly, feudal superstition is not credible. You gave me up.

But seeing that the old man was really pitiful, Lin Zhihe's heart softened, and he began to mutter to the tablet: "Mom, my father said that he knew he was wrong, and my father begged you to go to his dream to see him."

Although it was only such a short sentence, Lin Yingchen was very satisfied after hearing it.

"He'er has grown up."

"Qingge, our He'er has grown up. You should be watching her from heaven, right?"