A life of ups and downs is pure joy

In the pavilion in the center of Lingzhu Garden, Lin Yuzhi sat at Lin Qinghuan's desk, watching her trace large characters, occasionally offering guidance and holding her hand as she traced each stroke. Someone had come to tell him that Lin Qinghuan had been increasingly fond of reading, and that she had been reciting tales of Mu Guiying and Hua Mulan in her grandmother's room. Delighted, Lin Yuzhi brought her a pile of books in his large and small bags, surprising her so much that she thought he had brought her all the books for Lin Ancai.

"I've taught you to write since you were a child, but your handwriting is getting uglier and uglier now." Lin Yuzhi looked at the big characters written by Lin Qinghuan with dissatisfaction. He was used to writing with a hard pen, and the brush was really difficult to use.

"Big brother, if you look carefully, you can still recognize it." She picked up the big characters she had written on the desk. It was not too ugly. Although it was not so neat, at least the word "Lin" was "Lin", not "Sen".

"These ones are at least passable." Lin Yuzhi pointed to the slightly better-looking large characters and said reluctantly.

"I think it's okay, Chuxia, don't you think so?" She turned around and tried to recruit a faction, throwing the difficult question to Chuxia who was grinding ink next to her.

"Yeah, I think it's pretty good too." Chu Xia said with a giggle. Lin Yuzhi shook his head helplessly and then began to teach her how to trace the remaining characters. Perhaps it was because they had been together for a long time and her own understanding, she no longer had the same wild imagination as at the beginning. Now, she was very natural with him and she enjoyed learning to write big characters and reading books with him more and more.

"Big brother, why haven't you seen big sister these days?"

It had been a while since Lin Qingyao had come to Lingzhu Garden, and the gossip Lin Qingyi had told Lin Qinghuan that day had aroused his curiosity.

"Big sister studies with the etiquette nanny every day. I guess it's time for her to go home from school." Lin Yuzhi looked at the sun in the distance and had a rough idea of time in his mind.

"An Cai will come to my courtyard for dinner soon. Big brother, why don't you stay and check his homework?" Lin Qinghuan put down the brush in his hand and began to plan what to eat in the evening. He didn't know if it was because his body had been too depleted in the past ten years, but he felt very hungry every few hours every day.

"Qinghuan is becoming more and more sensible now. She even takes the initiative to supervise Ancai's homework." Lin Yuzhi looked at his sister with a smile, his face full of surprise.

"Well, I am his sister after all. Oh, so-and-so is here." Lin Ancai was seen entering the yard from afar. He walked and danced with his hands, pretending to be dancing with a knife or gun in a silly way, just like the male classmates who shot basketball while walking in school.

The little maid doing odd jobs nearby smiled secretly with her lips pursed. Only then did Lin An notice that Lin Yuzhi was looking at him. He restrained his behavior and walked over quickly.

"I was wondering why I didn't see my elder brother come to school today. It turns out he was having tea with my sister." Lin Ancai walked forward and bowed to his elder brother, then sat down on the soft couch next to Lin Qinghuan.

"Big brother not only needs tea, but also dinner soon." Lin Qinghuan said deliberately from the side.

Lin Ancai originally thought that Lin Yuzhi would not need to check his homework today, but he still could not escape it. He instantly wilted like a deflated ball. Looking at him like that, Lin Qinghuan could not help laughing out loud. Lin Ancai had a gloomy face and did not want to pay much attention to his twin sister.

Ever since Su Jin became Lin Qinghuan, the busiest people in the entire Lingzhuyuan should be the cooks in the small kitchen. In addition to three meals a day, they also have to prepare afternoon tea and midnight snacks. After all, the sick patient they have to serve is like a starving ghost every day. Especially Lin Qingyao specifically ordered that Lingzhuyuan get the highest food allowance, just like what is in front of him now, a table full of delicious fish and meat. No wonder Lin Ancai, from the beginning, came here every few days to eat and drink, to now he has to prepare a bowl and chopsticks at mealtime. Lin Qinghuan said to Chuxia that if it really doesn't work, she will have to talk to her eldest sister and allocate the food allowance for Jinghetang directly to Lingzhuyuan.

There would be no harm if there was no comparison between the two people in front of him. One was a handsome young man, who seemed to be as quiet as if he was not of this world even when he was eating. The other was Lin Qinghuan's second pig addiction.

"The second young lady is here." The voice of the little maid came from the yard.

"Is my second sister here?" Lin Qinghuan motioned Chuxia to go out and take a look.

After a while, Chu Xia walked in facing Lin Mo.

"I didn't know that big brother and brother Ancai were here too. I'll come back later." Lin Mo came in and saw two more people at the dinner table. He was a little dazed for a moment and said awkwardly.

"Second sister, we are all brothers and sisters. Please sit down and eat something." The clever Li Xue had already added another set of bowls and chopsticks next to Lin Qinghuan.

"Okay, Qinghuan, I won't be polite with you." Lin Mo sat next to his sister generously.

"This chicken soup?" Lin Mo smelled the chicken soup that Chu Xia served her, looked up at Lin Qinghuan and asked.

"Well, I followed the method my second sister told me and added astragalus, old ginseng, angelica, eucommia, red dates and the cordyceps that my eldest brother brought, and stewed a pot of Lingzhu old chicken soup to replenish blood and invigorate qi." Lin Qinghuan quickly took possession of the waiter's body and began to introduce the ingredients of the recipe.

"This Lingzhu old chicken soup is really good. Next time I will bring my piglet here to try it." Lin Ancai said with relish while gnawing on a big chicken leg.

"What is a piglet?" Lin Moqian asked softly after taking a sip of chicken soup.

"Hahahahahahahaha..." Lin Ancai couldn't help but laugh.

Lin Qinghuan secretly told Lin Mo Lin Qingru's name, and Lin Mo covered his mouth and laughed shyly.

After dinner, An Cai discussed his lessons with his elder brother and left first. Lin Mo and Lin Qinghuan sat on both sides of the Arhat couch. On the table in the middle were yam cakes, walnut cakes and two cups of fragrant white tea.

"Second sister, is there something on your mind? Qinghuan is willing to listen." Seeing that Lin Mo was thinking about something but hesitated to speak, Lin Qinghuan took the initiative to ask. Hongqi called out Chuxia outside the door and went back to her room to sleep.

"Huan'er, you know I like medicine and pharmacy very much. I have admired the Medical Immortal Bu since I was a child. However, his whereabouts are elusive, and it is difficult to meet him. Now his only successor is treating my sister. I have a wish. I want to consult with him on my sister." After saying this, Lin Mo's snow-white face flushed red. His uneasy fingers clasped the teacup in his hand tightly. His eyes were uneasy. He reached out and took a piece of cake and took a bite to hide his shyness.

"What's my problem? How difficult is it? Next time he comes, I'll ask Chuxia to inform my sister in advance." Lin Qinghuan replied disapprovingly. This lady from a wealthy family was restricted by these rules and was timid. For example, she herself had impulsively wanted to draw up the curtains many times to witness the handsome face of this medical saint.

"Huan'er, as the second daughter of the Lin family, I cannot consult with them for you," Lin Mo paused and continued, "Unless everyone is dismissed that day, I can do it as a female doctor from outside the mansion." After Lin Mo finished speaking, he took a sip of tea, feeling relieved.

"Sister, there aren't many people in my courtyard, so it wouldn't be difficult to let them go out to work that day. But I'd have to ask you to come here early and change your identity." Lin Qinghuan thought about it and it wouldn't be difficult to let this little girl avoid others and come to play a role-playing game.

"Well, Huan'er, thank you." Lin Mo happily held his sick sister's hand.

"Sister, this yam cake is delicious. Try some more." Lin Qinghuan guessed that Lin Mo probably swallowed the yam cake without even tasting it, so she picked up a piece and handed it to her.

Lin Mo smiled shyly and took it with her slender hands. Her fair face was no longer as red as it was at the beginning, and she seemed to be relaxed.

"Huan'er, have you ever thought about what you want to do after you recover from your illness?" Lin Mo asked.

Lin Qinghuan looked at her for a long time and thought, "I need to think about your question carefully. My eldest sister has been able to manage the mansion since she was young and has great magical powers. My second sister is good at medicine and pharmacy. My third sister is proficient in music. My fourth sister likes martial arts. So what should I like?" Thinking about the past, Lin Qinghuan didn't like reading books except taking medicine and fumigating with fumes. His body was broken. He probably never thought about what hobbies he would have in his life.

"Why are you asking about me?" Lin Mo stroked his nose with his index finger and smiled lightly, looking at his sister tenderly.

"Music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, women's work, or I can learn to paint." Lin Qinghuan looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall and said seriously.

"I heard that the second mistress was a famous talented woman in Kyoto when she was alive. She was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially her paintings. There is still one of her paintings in the famous painting gallery in Kyoto." Lin Mo pointed to the calligraphy and painting on the wall. The name written on it was not the name of Lin Qinghuan's biological mother.

"Lady Wanqing..." Lin Qinghuan murmured softly, "She sounds like a very quiet person."

"My mother said that the second mistress was a good person, virtuous and intelligent. If she were alive, the Lin Mansion might be very different, and we would have known each other a long time ago." Lin Mo looked at Lin Qinghuan and fell into deep thought.

"Second sister, have you suffered a lot in Yinan these years?" Lin Qinghuan asked with concern, holding Lin Mo's hand.

She shook her head and said, "What kind of suffering can I endure? Although I am a concubine's daughter, I am also father's daughter. Everyone still respects me as a girl. It's mother who has to suffer all the hardships. The second mistress always asked father to treat mother well and give her an identity when she was alive, but..." Lin Mo lowered his head helplessly, "She was just a concubine and a servant until her death." When Lin Mo looked up, his eyes were red.

"Sister, Aunt Guan has left all her blessings to you. I'm still here for you. We are sisters." Lin Qinghuan naturally didn't know how to comfort others. She could only try her best.

"Huan'er, thank you. You are a good girl, just like the Second Mistress." Lin Mo smiled with relief through her tears. A tear slid down her face, and she raised her hand to wipe it away. She tried to smile and continued, "I've been feeling quite sad lately because it was my mother's birthday a few days ago. I won't be so sad anymore in the future."

Seeing Lin Mo like this, her mother must love her very much. At least she was very happy in the past ten years, growing up with her mother by her side. However, Lin Qinghuan lived and died alone, like a broken and gorgeous flower, blooming and withering in the next day. She was born stunningly and died lonely. Her fate was that of a legitimate daughter of a marquis, envied by others, but no one knew that she would suffer all her life.