Lie Junhou [Rebirth]

Lin Sibo pushed Lin Yi back and sat down. He looked very similar to Lin Yi's father, Lin Sihong. The old master Lin Sihong was majestic and dignified. far away.

As for Linsbo's business, Lin Yi almost grew up with Linsbo.

Lin Sibo whispered to Lin Yi, "Do you know the Ruan family in Jiangzhou?"

Lin Yi suddenly realized "Oh", and smiled slyly at Lin Sibo: "It's the Ruan family who are as rich as you? Honored guest, it's really expensive."

Lin Sibo stroked his fingers, and looked at him helplessly: "What are you doing more than this?" He looked at Xiao Huan who was talking with He Dingqing, and said to Lin Yi, "Mr. Ruan is here to help our family. As for the matter, you get along well with others and don't offend them."

He said to Lin Yi seriously: "Mr. Yuheng is a guest of the Ruan family. They heard that you are not in good health, so they brought Mr. Yuheng here specially. Look, how considerate and considerate you are."

Lin Sibo's business is doing very well. The Lin family in Yingzhou, the Ruan family in Jiangzhou, and the Gu family in Jianzhou are the three wealthy clans with comparable wealth. The Lin family in Yingzhou refers to Lin Sibo.

There are countless rich and wealthy families in the world, but these three families are very particular about their family traditions and have a good way of doing things. They support poor people, relieve the people, and raise salaries for the army. They have a very high reputation. Respect.

Lin Sibo liked Xiao Huan very much. After the meal, he took him to the flower hall to discuss things while playing chess. Lin Yi helped the drunk Jun Yuheng back, asked his attendants to take care of him, and turned around to come out. He Dingqing was waiting on the corridor .

"Brother-in-law, what's the matter?" Seeing him coming alone, avoiding Linsbo and the others, Lin Yi must have something to say.

He Dingqing handed him a letter: "Xiao Yi, your father found a few sets of ancient formation diagrams and asked me to bring them to you. Next time you go to the army, you can watch the formation practice."

Lin Yi looked around, quickly put the letter into his arms, and said with a smile, "Second Uncle doesn't know?"

He Dingqing also laughed, very elegant: "If you know, you won't be able to get it."

The second uncle Lin Sibo never wanted Lin Yi to follow his father's path and lead any soldiers to fight any battle.

Every time he saw Lin Sihong, he would wrestle his fingers and sternly nagged at his elder brother: "How many years has the Marquis Liejun's mansion held the army? How many generations? The Lin family is not the only one that can fight. See if people are willing to make you loyal and brave."

Lin Sihong didn't care about his nagging, he nodded with a smile on his front foot, slipped aside with Lin Yi on his back foot, and told him about leading troops and training him with swords, father and son were the same, Lin Sibo was so angry Flick your sleeves.

Even if he couldn't come back in the army, Lin Sihong would send back the newly researched dungeon formation to Lin Yi from time to time. Whenever Lin Sibo found out, he would write a letter to scold him.

Coincidentally, Linsbo's own son-in-law, He Dingqing, was born in the He family, which is also a family of generals.

He likes this son-in-law very much, He Dingqing and Lin Yunxi are affectionate and love each other, they are made in heaven, Lin Sibo can only lament that it is fate.

Now that Lin Yi thinks about it, the second uncle actually sees it very clearly. Seeing the fate of Marquis Liejun's mansion being coveted by everyone, he wants them to retreat bravely, with good intentions.

"I'm going to Wu'an Prefecture in the future, do I have anything to say to your father?" He Dingqing asked Lin Yi.

Lin Yi thought for a while and said, "Just tell my dad, I'll look for him later." Then he asked, "Why did you leave in such a hurry? What happened in the army?"

He Dingqing was also a little helpless: "It's the beginning of spring, Rouran's thirteenth department is considered safe, but Juqu's department frequently comes to harass, Wu'an Prefecture is changing defenses, it's too busy, I have to go."

Lin Yi nodded, but he remembered that at this time in the last life, there was indeed a quarrel in the Juqu Department, but it was not a big deal, so he didn't worry about it, and said to He Dingqing, "Sister and Xiheng must be reluctant to part with you."

He Dingqing thought of his wife and children, his eyes were full of tenderness, he shook his head and patted Lin Yi on the shoulder: "I'll be back soon, take care of your sister for me."

Lin Yi went back to the yard, the moon was on the willow branches, and the ground was covered with bright frost. He didn't feel sleepy, so he took out Lin Sihong's letter, leaned against the railing of the corridor, opened the letter, and read it by the moonlight and the lamp under the corridor.

The letter was really a map of ancient formations. The first page was a serious formation, and the second page began with a commentary marked in elegant handwriting, but a bunch of crooked little figures were drawn beside it to show it. It looks like his father's handwriting.

Lin Yi laughed looking at the pile of firewood sticks, imagining his father holding a brush to draw the little people under the lamp, and immediately missed his father very much, wondering if Old Master Lin was bored in northern Xinjiang.

"What interesting thing do you think of?" The clear and clear voice was like the moonlight.

Lin Yi raised his eyes and saw Xiao Huan standing at the gate of the courtyard, his light blue robe was drenched in moonlight, looking at him.

Lin Yi felt unreasonably happy, jumped over the porch stool, landed lightly in the courtyard, smiled at Xiao Huan and said, "Second Uncle let you go?"

Xiao Huan stepped into the courtyard, walked towards Lin Yi, and said with a smile, "Master Lin loves playing chess very much."

Lin Yi laughed: "Second Uncle is very good at chess, but he is too obsessed, and he won't let him go when he plays chess with him." He asked casually, "How many games did Second Uncle win?"

Xiao Huan thought about it seriously, and still answered truthfully: "I didn't win."

Lin Yi was taken aback, and smiled for a long time. Xiao Huan, with his hands behind his back, turned his head slightly, looked at him with a smile, and seemed to be infected by his joy.

"What is this?" Xiao Huan asked when he saw the papers in his hands.

Lin Yi praised the letter, and showed Xiao Huan the picture on the letter: "Letter from home."

Xiao Huan looked at it and smiled: "Old Hou Ye is not interesting."

Lin Yi looked at Xiao Huan, wondering if it was the bright moonlight or the glowing candles. He felt that the more he looked at it, the more beautiful he looked, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he was, so he asked involuntarily, "Am I..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Yi suddenly felt a piercing pain in his left shoulder, which spread to his entire chest like lightning, and his heart was almost pierced. Seeing that he was about to fall, Xiao Huan's heart tightened and he immediately supported him.

The servants outside the courtyard were about to come in, and they were stunned: "Young master is sick again? Why is it so serious?"

Lin Yi was out of breath from the pain, and his head was covered with cold sweat. He only felt that the moment when he was hit by an arrow in his previous life reappeared. He grabbed Xiao Huan's collar, but he couldn't control his limp.

Xiao Huan picked Lin Yi up in his arms, turned his head and said to his servants, "Call Yuheng-jun!" and immediately carried Lin Yi into the house.

Lin Yi was in so much pain that he didn't have the strength to swear, and he still held Xiao Huan's collar in his hand. Seeing his distress, Xiao Huan leaned over and held him in his arms with a solemn expression.

Jun Yuheng smelled of alcohol, and was covered with tinkling belongings. He rushed in with a whisk, his eyes seemed to be out of focus, pointed at Xiao Huan, and said drunkenly: "Hug... why are you hugging? fall!"

Then he turned to the anxious servant at the door and said, "Go out, everyone, and wait outside for whoever comes!"

The servants knew that this was a holy guest invited by Linsbo, so they had to obey and close the door.

Xiao Huan frowned, and pulled Lin Yi's fingers away as he said, and put him flat.

Jun Yuheng crossed his waist and said, "Pull the collar...pull, pull it away!"

Lin Yi was in a daze, Xiao Huan opened Lin Yi's skirt, and the bright red mark on Lin Yi's left shoulder collarbone was impressive, as if he was about to bleed.

Xiao Huan recognized this location at a glance, and lightly touched it with his finger: "The place where the arrow was wounded... how did it become like this?"

Jun Yuheng snorted coldly, came over with the smell of alcohol, and stuffed a pill into Lin Yi's mouth. Xiao Huan squeezed Lin Yi's jaw to make him swallow it.

"Folding Flower Arrow, who came up with such a poisonous method? Tsk tsk, do you know how painful it is?" Yuheng Jun cursed, took the silver needle, and applied it on Lin Yi's shoulder and chest.

The elixir melted and the pain dissipated, but Lin Yi seemed too tired and fell into a deep sleep.

"Folding flowers to kill gods." Jun Yuheng sighed.

Xiao Huan's slender fingers rubbed Lin Yi's browbones, sat beside him and stared at Lin Yi intently, and asked Lord Yuheng, "Killing God?"

After finishing the injection, Jun Yuheng collapsed on the chair next to him with his hands in his hands, squinted his eyes and said, "Did he not see or hear at that time?"

Xiao Huan's hands froze for a moment, thinking of Lin Yi's appearance in the Danxiao Palace in the last life, with his eyes covered with a black brocade, waiting quietly all day.

He stroked Lin Yi's cheek gently, and nodded: "He was shot by an arrow at that time, and the injury was too serious. After I took him back, he recovered his life, but his eyes couldn't see the light, and he couldn't hear clearly..."

Lord Yuheng said: "Flower-folding arrows are originally extraterrestrial objects. Legend has it that even immortals can be killed. Therefore, there is a saying that "folding flowers kill gods"-tell me, you ordinary people are hurt by such things. How painful should it be? It was rare for him to recover his life at that time, and it is normal for him to be unable to hear or see."

He stepped forward to take a closer look at the imprint on Lin Yi's left shoulder, shook his head and said, "It's probably because of this that you have lived your life again."

Xiao Huan thought for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Lord Yuheng: "Things from outside the world? How did they get into the common world?"

Jun Yuheng rubbed his nose, hiccupped, and said awkwardly: "The old Taoist was in the Zichen Realm, he didn't lock the door, and lost the broken flower arrow... What do you think I'm doing? Didn't you come here to treat him?"

Xiao Huan didn't care about other things, he just asked: "Can it be cured? I think he is in great pain."

Jun Yuheng puffed up his chest again, and said confidently: "The old man keeps his word, if he says he will be cured, he will be cured thoroughly."

Xiao Huan pushed open the door, and saw Lin Sibo coming after hearing the news, waiting outside frowning, Lin Yunxi and He Dingqing were also waiting, Xiao Xiheng raised his head and asked, "What's the matter, uncle?"

Jun Yuheng was collecting the needles, without turning his head, he replied, "No big problem."

Lin Sibo looked at Lin Yi with his eyes closed tightly, and took two steps forward to get a closer look, fearing that it would prevent Mr. Yuheng from closing the needle, so he backed away and said, "Thank you, Mr. Yuheng."

Lin Yunxi frowned slightly, He Dingqing hugged his wife and comforted him: "Xiao Yi is in good health, don't worry."

Yuheng Jun received the silver needle, Xiao Huan went over to tidy up Lin Yi's skirt, covered him with a quilt, and took a brocade handkerchief to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead. It didn't feel right either.

He Xiheng climbed onto the couch, stretched out his hand to touch Lin Yi's forehead and cheek, and muttered, "Uncle doesn't hurt, Xiheng rubs it."

Lin Yi was in a daze and fell into an extremely real dream. He felt that the armor on his body was heavy, and he was surrounded by endless wasteland——

"My father is dying. He loved you so much..." Lin Yunxi's eyes were red and swollen. She had traveled a long distance to northern Xinjiang, and she no longer looked as good as before.

The autumn wind is blowing, the dry grass outside the Great Wall is long, Lin Yunxi's temples are messy, and tears streaming down his face as he hugs him: "Go back and see him... They say you killed my father, my sister knows it's not, my sister believes you..."

But how can Lin Yi walk, how many lives have been lost in Marquis Lie Jun's mansion, one step at a time, and there will be no redemption.

He wiped his sister's tears with his cold armored hand, and sent her to the carriage, never taking a step towards home.

This side is the farewell to my sister. In less than half a year, the once famous pearl of the Lin family disappeared.The rumors that Marquis Lie Jun killed his uncle and forced his sister to death became more and more out of control.

Be merciless, benevolent and immoral, as if it were real.

——The world called him "Unrighteous Lord" behind his back.

When it came to Lin Yi's ears, he just smiled dismissively and didn't say a word, but no one knew how many times he had been drunk in the cold night of the westerly wind.

The scene turned sharply, and the 14-year-old He Xiheng was extremely handsome, inheriting the sharpness of the Lin family in his brows, standing in front of Lin Yi, who hadn't seen him in seven years, in a dusty suit.

"Uncle, they said that you killed my grandfather and my mother." He Xiheng's expression was alert and unfamiliar, and his words were full of hesitation and questioning.

Lin Yi withdrew his hand that wanted to hug Xiao Xiheng, the joy faded instantly, suppressing the pain, and said lightly: "What if I say no?"

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Lin Yi let out a sad moan in his throat, opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed the void with his hands, but fell into a pair of warm hands.

"Zi Yao, wake up...it's a dream!"

Qingrun's gentle call broke into his ears, shattering those resentful eyes in the dream.

The person in front of him had a clear jaw line, a pair of black eyebrows that entered the temples slightly frowned, and his pale face was reflected in the peach blossom eyes, but it was full of tenderness.

Lin Yi let go of his hand and leaned over subconsciously. Xiao Huan leaned over to hug him, and patted his back to comfort him.