Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

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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 rebuked 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. She cried while holding Lin Ting's cold and weak hand: "But it's too late..."

Lin Feilu sneered, "Do you know why I got the slap from the father tonight?"

Concubine Ruan Gui was stunned and looked at her with tears streaming down her face.

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 most averse to the exclusive power of foreign relatives, the Ruan family has nothing to do with it? I have been in control of the government for a long time these years, and I have stayed at the peak of power for a long time.

Concubine Ruan Gui's face turned pale and hurriedly retorted: "No..."

Lin Feilu interrupted him ruthlessly: "Miss, why don't you think about it, what is the attitude of the father and emperor in these confrontations between the two factions? If he doesn't stop it, is he acquiescing to your Ruan clan to fight for the crown? Seriously. , why is the Ruan family fighting more and more over the years?"

Concubine Ruan'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 the past year, which was reused by Emperor Lin, indeed made a great contribution to the imperial court. The Ruan family'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 prince and the party's 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 Gui know 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, and several important officials in the DPRK were implicated in this incident. Approved and agreed, but did not 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 rivalry between the two factions is more than a life-and-death feud.

Lin Ting knew that his death was the only way to stop this battle for succession, so how could the 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 eldest brother have an accident. "

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There was no news that Lin Ting committed suicide by taking poison. It was only said that he was seriously ill. Ruan Xiang's faction was already sluggish. Hearing this news, it was even worse. Some people even secretly joined 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 find elder brother the day before yesterday. At that time, he was fine. How can he be sick?"

Lin Jiwen scratched his head: "Big brother doesn't seem to be as good as before since he left the palace. Isn't it better to eat outside the palace than in the palace?"

Lin Jingyuan: "..."

When the palaces heard that King Qi was seriously ill, they all sent people to visit him. 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. Nice girl!"

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

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! Big Brother is awake!"

All the imperial physicians who were waiting at Prince Qi's mansion ran in, and after another round of inquiries, they finally confirmed 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: "What about after that? How did Guo Jing convince his seven masters to stay with Huang Rong?"

Lin Feilu sniffed, holding back the sourness in his eyes, and briefly recounted the rest of the plot: "Afterwards, they gave birth to two daughters, one named Guo Xiang and one named Guo Fu, and this is another two stories. I'll tell you about it to the eldest brother later!"

His eyes curled: "Okay."

Lin Feilu looked at him for a while, then slowly stretched out his fingers to hook his little finger, and said in a husky voice, "Brother, we have made an appointment, so don't hurt yourself in the future, 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 his trembling fingers tightly: "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."

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