Huo Jingyun was sad, seeing Lan Ling leaning there so helplessly, he couldn't help reaching out to hug her.

Ling Chen had already walked over and reached out to hold a small hand of Lan Ling. Lan Ling tried to withdraw her hand. She turned her face away, and tears fell from her eyes.

Ling Chen stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears for her.

Lan Ling's tears were getting worse. She knew that he could not be blamed. On the battlefield, she knew the truth for a moment of life and death. But who should she blame? Father died in his hands after all.

"Ling'er, don't cry." Ling Chen leaned down and saw her tearful little face, his deep face was full of vicissitudes and loneliness.

Lan Ling didn't look at him, but said softly and weakly: "You go. Go back to Yuncheng. Now, I don't want to see you."

When Ling Chen heard the words, he could not help holding her in his arms, and the man's arm held her tightly in his arms, making her unable to move.

"Ling'er, I know you hate me. I really wanted to accompany you back to Moshan. I also want to see your master. I didn't expect that Ling Feng's power is still so powerful. You turn your face to see if I am OK? "Ling Chen felt like a needle.

"You killed my father, I don't want to see you now, I'm afraid I will hate you! Or, I'm afraid I will feel soft when I see you! I'm afraid I will no longer be myself! You go! I return to the ink Mountain!" Lan Ling cried and cried.

Everyone was moved, and Ling Shuang started crying. Lan Jingtian was the Grand Marshal of Daxingguo. Although he supported King Ning.

They are just their own masters. For those of them who often go to the battlefield, their attitude towards Lan Jingtian is different from that of the civil servants in the court.

Lan Ling watched his father die in front of him with his own eyes. This feeling will never be forgotten.

Lan Ling drew the soft sword from his waist and slapped the horse's **** with the sword head. The horse screamed and galloped away.

Watching her go away, Ling Chen felt extremely annoyed. He turned around and said to Tian Ming and Jiang Rui: "You two will take someone to protect her back to Moshan. Make sure to arrive safely."

Tian Ming and Jiang Rui led a small team to chase them up.

Ling Chen looked at Wen Heng, there were tears on her face and blood on her chest.

Lei Ze killed Lan Jingtian for her and lost his life. She stabbed Fan Xing with a sword.

What is love?

He knew that he and Wen Heng could not go back to the past.

She deliberately deceived his feelings, he did not reveal, she and Fan Xingli Yingwai burned the Changxin Palace, he also saved her life.

Until she revealed her whereabouts to Fan Xing, she finally betrayed him, and he knew that they would never be the same again.

Wen Heng was a spy, she knew what she was doing.

Ling Chen revealed her whereabouts to her as a gamble, but also wanted to see where her bottom line was.

He hopes to draw Ling Feng out, but he doesn't want to see him. The friendship between him and Wen Heng for so many years cannot be parted.

Arranging people to be stationed there in advance was a precaution, because he knew that Min Shan had hidden Ling Feng's people. He wanted to really accompany Lan Ling back to Moshan. He wanted to see Lan Ling's master.

He always felt that he had a lot of secrets, and Lan Ling's master seemed to know something.

Obviously knowing that Wen Heng might betray him, but she really did, and Ling Chen's heart still felt like being pierced by a knife.

He didn't even expect Ling Feng's power to be so powerful.

Wen Heng sat on the horse with a pale face, "Achen, I didn't betray you. I hate Fan Xing. He has been pestering me. I even wanted to kill him. Unfortunately, I didn't kill him. Believe me, I really didn't betray you. You, I didn't expect it to be like this."

Ling Chen sneered, "I won't believe your words anymore. Do you think I can't kill you with a child? If I didn't take precautions early, I must have died in Lingfeng's hands today!"

"But you also took advantage of me, didn't you? You deliberately told me your route!"

"Yes, I am testing you! I don't believe you anymore!"

"You didn't believe me long ago! You only believed in Lan Ling! I hate Lan Ling! Are you going to kill me?" Wen Heng asked.

"I wanted to let you go, but now I have changed my mind!"

After Ling Chen finished speaking, he didn't look at her again, and ran away.

Ling Chen left some people to clean the battlefield, and the rest returned to Yuncheng. Northwest Hou had already rebelled, and he was afraid that Ling Feng would take the opportunity to fight back.

Lan Ling rushed all night, and arrived at Moshan at noon the next day.

Lan Ling's grandfather raised Lan Ling who was kneeling on the ground and sighed.

"Ling'er, everyone is dead. Your father, so, is also a kind of relief." Grandpa comforted her.

Lan Ling cried again: "Grandpa, my father said he wanted to be buried with his mother. I agreed, but I want to ask, will my mother agree? Does she love his father?"

Lan Ling always felt that there was still some grievances between his mother, the big brother, and the first emperor. She was sad at the time and directly agreed to her father's request, but she really didn't know whether her mother would agree.

Grandpa sighed: "Your mother will agree. She only loves your father in her life. Your temperament is like her! At the beginning, many people liked your mother. Her big brother, a talented person who can be both cultural and military, treat her I really like it for a long time. It's a pity that your mother's mind rests on your father."

"But my father didn't marry his mother," Lan Ling still brooded.

"Ling'er, men and women are not the same. Women only care about love, while men, love only occupies a part of their hearts." Grandpa stretched out his hand to squeeze the hair of Lan Ling's forehead behind his head.

"But for a woman, giving a name is the greatest respect and love." Lan Ling said.

"It's your mother's unwillingness. If your father can't be the only one in his life, your mother will leave." Grandpa said.

It turns out that his stupidity is really inherited from his mother.

In the afternoon, Lan Ling's two uncles, Jiang Rui, two cousins, and Tian Ming accompanied Lan Ling and buried Lan Jingtian in Chen Yan's tomb.

At this time, he was just Lan Ling's father, Chen Yan's lover, and no other identity.

After all these were settled, Lan Ling said to Tian Ming and Jiang Rui: "I will be here to keep filial piety for my father for a period of time. You should go back first. He just needs someone right now."

Lan Ling didn't want to see Ling Chen now, although she missed him very much. She missed him so much, which made her feel extremely ashamed.

Tian Ming knew that Lan Ling would not return to the palace now, and only took a short rest, then returned to the palace, leaving Jiang Rui here to protect Lan Ling.

Said it was protection, but Jiang Rui actually didn't want to go back. He hadn't returned to Moshan for a long time.

Lan Ling went to see Master Yao Lin the next day.

Moshan ushered in the first snow of this year.

Luoxue silently concealed the clamor, at this moment, only Moshan could calm her mind.

When Lan Ling saw Master, his eyes were blurred.

Yao Lin looked at her with a smile, and handed her a cup of pine needle tea, "Ling'er, you've grown up."

"Master, it’s not good to grow up at all. Why do I feel so tired and hard to live? I just want to be with my master forever in Moshan, making medicine, saving people, making incense, hunting, watching the snow, listening to the wind, now Think about it, the previous life was really a life like a fairy."

Yao Lin said: "Seeding is the cause, harvesting is the fruit, everything is created by the mind. This is a whirling world. There is no regret. No matter how much happiness is given to you, you will never experience happiness. That's why growth is painful."

"Master, my father is gone, he was killed by Ling Chen's people. I brought my father back to Moshan and buried it with my mother." Lan Ling's expression was sad and tears filled his eyes.

"He finally killed my father. I thought he would spare his father. I wanted to send my father to the third aunt and let him live a smooth and stable life for a few days."

"Ling'er, don't worry about your father's affairs. He died on the battlefield, and he did not lose his life in vain. His original choice was King Ning, and the winner was the king and the loser. He was a soldier, of course. The happiness you think is different from your father's. He won't blame you."

Lan Ling knew that his father would not blame her. But she will blame herself. It's just that the master's words always make her feel better.

Lan Ling poured tea for the master: "Why did Ling Chen dream about the story of Yuan Li and Qingyun that the master said before?"