"Grandpa, I have no choice. I am Lan Jingtian's daughter and your granddaughter."

"But your temperament, if you can't be the mistress, if you are too honest and have a bad temper, you will always suffer."

"Who will always go smoothly? Don't worry, Grandpa, Ling'er will protect yourself and won't let them hurt you again. Has my master returned?"

"Back, he asked about you, he won't leave for half a month."

"Tomorrow, I will see my mother first. The day after tomorrow, I will see the master."

"Ling'er, when you left last time, you said you can't marry the royal family. What's the matter?" He was puzzled for a long time.

"Grandpa, I had a dream, a very long dream. I dreamed that I married Ling Feng and then... was killed by him, and it hurt you and uncle."

Lan Ling wondered if Grandpa told her that she was born again, would Grandpa think she was a ghost?

"You kid, take your dreams seriously?" Chen Youshui was finally relieved.

"Grandpa, do the explorers know who it is?" This is what Lan Ling cares most about.

"I don't know, they come and go quickly and don't know the purpose."

"Grandpa, they are probably sent by King Ning or his father."

"What? Your father?"

"Soon, King Ning and King An will have a war, and the world will change. Ling'er hopes that King An will win." Lan Ling's eyes were firm and slightly cold.

Grandpa looked at Lan Ling, her eyes were full of calmness different from her age.

"Ling'er, do you know your father's mind?" Grandpa asked in a deep voice.

"He will still choose King Ning. So, I'm afraid they will be detrimental to Tsing Yi Tang, grandpa, let the current people spread out and hide."

"You know, this means that you and your father will become rivals." Grandpa looked at Lan Ling.

"I understand. But grandpa, whether my father wants to marry me to King Ning or King An, it doesn't seem to be for me."

Grandpa nodded, "I understand. Grandpa has his own arrangements."

He handed Lan Ling a black jade pendant, exquisitely made, with a swaying blue grass engraved on the front.

"This is the Mo Ling from Tsing Yi Tang. If you are in a hurry, take this Mo Ling to Zi Yi Pavilion in Yuncheng, and they will listen to your dispatch. This Mo Ling is the highest token of Qing Yi Tang. It’s your dowry from your grandfather."

Lan Ling held Mo Ling and looked at Grandpa: "Grandpa, Tsing Yi Tang can't do anything to stay outside. The most important thing is to save everyone's lives."

"Grandpa understands. Grandpa has understood since your mother followed Lan Jingtian. But Grandpa doesn't want you to follow your mother's path."

Lan Ling hugged grandpa tightly, "No, Linger swears."

Early the next morning, Lan Ling went to his mother's grave.

The tomb of Lan Ling's mother Chen Yan is in Moshan. She was not actually married to Lan Jingtian.

Chen Yan did not want to be someone else's concubine, nor did he want to share a man with others. However, although the man she fell in love with also loved her, it was only love, and could not give her any promise.

The love in this world is helpless, and net worth always comes first.

She begged Lan Jingtian when she was dying, and was buried in Moshan after her death.

Lan Ling wears a cyan cloak, only uses silver hairpins to leave his head full of blue silk, and no other accessories, just like a forest fairy.

Ling Chen's heart trembled, it was indeed a pity that such a woman was stuck in the deep house compound.

He is also a blue cloak today, a black mink hat, which matches Lan Ling's clothes very well.

When he is not smiling, his eyes are deep, his sword brows into his temples, he is precious and cold.

In this quiet mountain, two people are like a painting.

The tomb of mother Chen Yan is deep in Moshan. Behind it is a century-old phoenix tree, surrounded by purple Xuan and laurel trees.

Ling Chen accompanied her, standing in front of Chen Yan's tomb.

Lan Ling said quietly: "I don't actually remember what my mother looked like. I only know her mother's story in Moshan. Moshan's mother is beautiful and smart, knows how to make incense, knows medicine, can hunt, and is kind and cunning. She is the daughter of Moshan."

Ling Chen hugged Lan Ling.

"Later she fell in love with the general of Daxingguo. Later, no one knew the story. Some people said that her mother's death was not easy, and it was not because of illness. But how can her mother be killed by someone so smart?"

After speaking, Lan Ling remembered his previous life, not because he was framed to death. Of course, it was mainly because Ling Feng didn't love herself.

Ling Chen was startled slightly: "Ling'er, the women living in the compound of the deep house, you can't actually imagine what they are thinking. Although you are smart, but you have a pure mind, you will not understand their lives."

"Master, is this complimenting me? In a few years, will I become like that?" Lan Ling asked softly.

"Ling'er, don't change. Don't become like that." Ling Chen's hand became stronger.

"If it doesn't become like that, am I someone else's fish?"

"This king will protect you."

"You?" Lan Ling looked up at him, "It is you who want to kill me!"

Ling Chen paused slightly, yes, Lan Ling seemed to be right.

"Forget it, don't say this before my mother's grave."

After paying homage to his mother, on the way back, Lan Ling pointed to the wooden houses below, "There, Adu and his wife live there. They are my friends."

"Are you going to see them?" Ling Chen asked.

"Well, once, I thought they could live their lives, but now it seems that some lives can only be the life they yearn for."

Ling Chen clenched her heart and held her hand, "Ling'er, everything has gains and losses."

"I understand." Lan Ling's eyes sank.

She asked Lixia and Qiaochun to go back to get the snacks and silk cloth brought from Yuncheng. Ling Chen asked Tian Ming and Gu Fan to accompany them.

Lan Ling took Ling Chen towards the wooden house.

In early winter, the wind is bitter.

Adu is packing up a bunch of pheasants in the yard. He is tall and honest, with a dark complexion.

"Ling'er is here? Axiu, Ling'er is here."

A delicate and fair-skinned woman came out, young, smiling happily, and stepped forward to hold Lan Ling's hand.

"It's really you. This is, your husband-in-law?" She smiled in her eyebrows.

"Well, that's it." Lan Ling blushed, thinking that he is not only my husband-in-law, he is also the husband of many people. Lan Ling laughed at himself.

"What do you mean?" Axiu was surprised.

Ling Chen tilted his head to look at her. Looks like a sword.

"Oh, he's still someone else's husband-in-law," Lan Ling felt weak when he said this, and he was quite short in front of A Xiu.

"Oh. How can you marry your temper?" Axiu looked sad and sympathetic.

"Xiu'er, go and get some food." Adu cunningly pulled Axiu back into the house.

Ling Chen reached out and held Lan Ling's hand.

Axiu took a dustpan, melon seeds and walnuts, and poured tea.

"You marry the girl Lan Ling, you are married to Bao, this girl is clever, it is the same for the one you like, don't lie to her." Adu said.

"Well, she is very clever." Ling Chen answered.

While talking, Adu peeled the melon seeds, plucked a bunch of melon seeds, but didn't eat it, and passed the nuts to Axiu.

Axiu took it and put her face up to her mouth.

"Let's have lunch here, taste the game here." Adu looked at Lan Ling.

Lan Ling tilted his head and looked at Ling Chen, "Can you?"

"of course."

"Can you hunt?" Adu asked Ling Chen.

"meeting."

"Will you clean up the pheasants?" Adu asked.

"This really won't." Ling Chen paused.

"I teach you. Lan Ling likes to put fungus in the pheasant's belly, wrap the pheasant with lotus leaves, wrap it in yellow mud, and bury it in the soil and burn it to eat."

"Adu, my husband is very busy, and he doesn't need to do anything at home." Lan Ling stopped, she didn't want Ling Chen to do that.

"That's not the same. Your husband-in-law can clean up for you personally like others!" Axiu interjected.