On the 30th day of New Year's Eve, the seniors of the Thousand Blade Sect held a large annual banquet on the martial arts training ground.

This is of course Lin Feilu's idea.

Many of the disciples of the Thousand Blade Sect were orphans. They grew up in the martial art, and their family was in the martial art. On this day of family reunion, the only relatives are the brothers and sisters. The masters of knife practice were too rough. In previous years, the chefs cooked a few dishes. Everyone ate and drank casually. After eating, they went back to their rooms to sleep, and there was no Chinese New Year atmosphere.

After Lin Feilu came, he took Song Jinglan and Lin Zhanyuan to the downtown area to buy New Year goods. Like a wholesaler, he bought hundreds of lanterns and hundreds of window-cut New Year pictures. In the end, he couldn’t get them. Pang Dun went back to report and informed the seniors on Qin Shan to help transport the goods.

On the day before the New Year, hundreds of disciples did not practice the sword for the first time, hanging lanterns hanging lanterns, and window grilles, so the whole Thousand Blade School became beaming.

Lin Feilu communicated with the seniors in the cooking class in Paizhong, let them understand the essence of the bonfire dinner, and then went to the selection of ingredients happily.

To be fair, she has been greedy for that roast wild pork for many years.

The wild boar grew up again, once again locked in by the greedy gaze of humans, and immediately buried the blue-faced and fangs head in the bushes, revealing only a trembling butt.

Lin Feilu stood outside the fence and swallowed his saliva for a while, then turned to ask Lin Zhanyuan regretfully: "Is it really not allowed to eat it?"

For the first time, Lin Zhanyuan retorted his sister so firmly, crouching his hips and loudly said, "You can't eat the big black!"

Lin Feilu sighed: "Hey, okay, then I can only eat some roast pork belly."

Lin Zhanyuan nodded in agreement with a serious face: "You can eat flowers! I will pick flowers for my sister!"

So Lin Feilu received a handful of wild flowers.

Wild boars can't be eaten, and domestic poultry are not bad. The brothers in the cooking class have already prepared everything. Vegetables, fruits and meat are cut and placed on the shelves. Lin Feilu personally adjusted a few pots of barbecue sauce. Although some cumin is missing, the overall is still good. .

The sky will be dark, and a huge bonfire ignited on the martial arts field, and the flames rushed up, illuminating this winter night warm and bright.

Lin Feilu had secretly combined with Yan Xin before and found some disciples to rehearse the show. Singing and dancing are naturally no longer possible, but a dozen people stand in a square and perform the Thousand-Blade Sword Technique, which is still very interesting.

Everyone has never had a New Year like this. Not only do they have barbecues, eat and drink, but also watch shows, and enjoy themselves at the end of the drink, and some people take the initiative to perform.

Lin Ting was also pushed by Lin Feilu to play a flute under everyone's humor. The quiet flute sounded in the hustle and bustle, just like the pure land that everyone still retains in their hearts when walking in the world of fireworks. .

Lin Feilu drank a few glasses of wine and was roasted by the bonfire again, his cheeks flushed. She noticed that Song Jinglan's hand was a little cold, so she took his hand and pressed it on her face, and asked him with a smile, "Is it warm?"

Her skin is tender, and every time he uses his force, it makes a red mark. There were many calluses in his palm. He did not move the palm of his hand against her cheek. He raised his thumb slightly and stroked her thick eyelashes: "Warm, how many drinks have you drink?"

Lin Feilu thought for a while, stretched out his hand and compared three fingers, but said: "Four cups!"

Song Jinglan held back his smile: "How many more drinks?"

Lin Feilu was very arrogant: "Don't you know that I have a nickname called Thousand Cups Not Drunk!" Under Song Jinglan's smile, she puffed up her cheeks: "Do you not believe me!"

Song Jinglan said, "I believe it."

Lin Feilu is reluctant and unforgiving: "The three words I don't believe are clearly written on your face! No, I must prove it to you!"

She let go of his hand and ran to pour the wine.

Yan Xin said frankly beside her: "She is already drunk."

Lin Feilu, who was drunk and unknowingly drunk three more glasses, completely fainted, fell into Song Jinglan's arms and dragged his collar and groaned.

He smiled and repeated: "A thousand cups are not drunk?"

She was drunk and knew to refute him, and said angrily: "The wine here is not good! I am not drunk with a thousand cocktails!"

Many people were already drunk on the campfire, but no one went back to sleep because everyone had an appointment to stay together. The disciples kept adding firewood to the fire, and the bonfire was getting bigger and bigger, and the surrounding area was hot, and besides, they all drank a lot of wine. It was not cold at all.

Lin Feilu curled up in Song Jinglan's arms and slept for a while.

There was no end to the noise, and the drunk masters all had loud voices, joking and disturbing the night. But she slept very peacefully in his arms, as if as long as he was there, she would be extremely at ease no matter where she was.

After midnight, a disciple rang the bronze bell prepared by Lin Feilu in advance.

She opened her eyes dazedly in the sound of the bell, and at a glance she saw the person staring at her.

Seeing her waking up, there was a smile in his tender eyes.

Lin Feilu stretched his hand up, and he lowered his head cooperatively. She put her arms around his neck, raised her body slightly, kissed the corner of his lips, and said happily, "Happy New Year, this is the first time we have been together. A new year."

Song Jinglan pressed her forehead with a soft smile: "Well, we will spend many New Years together in the future."

Lin Feilu, half drunk and half awake, jumped up from his arms, picked up the wine jar next to him and opened his teeth and claws: "Wake up! Get up!"

The bonfire dinner continued until the early morning, when it was dark, everyone helped each other back to their rooms.

Song Jinglan hugged Lin Feilu all the way back to the room. She smelled of alcohol and smoke and barbecue. He put the person on the bed first, and then went out to boil hot water to bathe her.

Qin Shan, who had been making trouble all night, seemed extremely quiet at this moment, and the huge Thousand Blade Sect could only hear the sound of birds in the mountains.

Worried that she would catch a cold, he waited for the carbon stove in the house to light up before taking the person out of the bed. Lin Feilu lay softly in his arms, allowing him to undress her and soak in the water again.

Song Jinglan stood aside with her cuffs in her arms, and gently wiped her body with a towel. She was like a wicked child, half sitting in the water, squinting and flicking water on him with her fingers.

He smiled and grabbed the restless hands, "Stop making trouble, go to bed after washing."

Lin Feilu looked at him drunkly, and suddenly smiled like a mess, picking his little hand on his collar, softly said, "Song Jinglan, I want to—"

He paused in his hand and touched her head helplessly: "Be good, it will be fine soon."

Before he took his hand from her head, he heard the girl in the water say: "My husband, I want to—"

Song Jinglan was silent.

Then he fished the person out of the water.

The sunrise gradually leaped over the top of the mountain, and the morning light sparsely penetrated the room through the windows.

He pressed her chest against her sweaty back, and leaned behind her ears and asked, "Want more?"

The self-inflicted person cried: "Don't stop it! Let me go to sleep..."

This new year is very happy and exhausting.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the villagers at the foot of Qin Mountain began to visit relatives from door to door. The folk New Year is always more lively and colorful than the palace.

Because of Lin Ting's governance, the life of the local people has passed the better. Everyone respected the gentle and moist King Qi, and everyone sent gifts to the palace. Either home-made food, or novice-sewn clothes, are not precious things, they are more important.

Lin Feilu follows Lin Zhanyuan everywhere every day.

He has lived here for so long, and he has traveled all over the mountain, as if he was already a kid king. The local people knew his identity and knew that he was a fool, but the people here were simple and honest, and Lin Zhanyuan was born handsome and cute, and he loved it whenever he saw him.

Lin Feilu walked along, watching him greet everyone, watching everyone respond to him with a smile. He treats everyone as a relative, and everyone treats him as a child.

He can always be pure and happy like this, which is her biggest wish.

A few days later, Lin Feilu carried Song Jinglan's bag of marbles and followed Lin Zhanyuan to play marbles with the children in the dam at the entrance of the village. He was bound to win back all the dignity that Song had lost!

A long stretch of road at the foot of the mountain brought a line of carriages.

The black horse at the head sits on a man in beautiful clothes and handsome fur. Lin Feilufu is in his heart, and he stands on the stone milling table, pads his feet and waves his hand. The people on the black horse seemed to see her, and rushed towards her with the kick of their legs.

Running closer and closer, after passing through the heavy building, Lin Feilu heard a familiar voice: "Little deer!"

Standing on the stone mill, she smiled and waved: "Brother Jingyuan!"

Lin Jingyuan ran close, squeezed the reins, and the horse neighed and raised his front hoofs. He had jumped off the horse and went straight in front of her: "Little deer! Ah ah deer!"

Lin Feilu couldn't smile: "Brother Jingyuan, calm down."

Lin Jingyuan: "No! I can't calm down! How are you doing?! Are you eating well over there? Did you sleep well? How did you live? I heard that you are the queen?! Is there any beauty in the harem bullying you?! Song Guo How is the Queen Mother to you?"

Lin Feilu couldn't answer the series of questions.

She looked at the approaching carriage: "Who else is here?"

Lin Jingyuan also sold a pass: "You'll know in a while!"

Lin Feilu had a faint guess in his heart, leading Lin Zhanyuan to run forward, and the carriage stopped in front of the heavy building. The one who jumped down first was a lively girl who screamed and charged into her arms: "Five Sister! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Sister Weiwei misses you so much!"

Lin Feilu looked at her incredulously: "Why are you taller than me???"

Lin Wei: "Hey."

Lin Feilu: "..."

asphyxia! ! !

The two sisters were still reminiscing about the past, and the carriage at the back stepped down. Two women dressed plain but difficult to hide their beauty, Lin Feilu heard the choking voice behind him: "Luer, Yuaner."

Lin Feilu and Lin Zhanyuan ran over at the same time: "Mother!"

Xiao Lan's face was full of tears, and she embraced a child with one hand, and she burst into tears for a while.

Su Bin, who was standing next to him, was as before, comforting quietly: "I see the child, I should be happy, what to cry."

Lin Wei said, "Mother, you can make Concubine Lan cry, she has been holding back all the way!"

Xiao Lan cried and laughed, and then she wiped her tears.

Their arrival gave Lin Feilu the biggest surprise.

The letter was sent to the capital by Lin Ting years ago, and he sent it out the day Lin Feilu arrived. I thought it would take some time, but Lin Jingyuan, who received the letter, couldn't wait to bring the people.

Today, Xiao Lan is a concubine, and she lives with the first emperor's concubine in the Palace Garden. Because of Lin Feilu, Lin Qing treats her very preferentially. She has a few sisters who have made friends with her sincerely, and Su Bi is one of them. This time when Lin Wei came to see her daughter, Lin Wei also clamored to come when she heard about it. Su Bi, thinking that she hadn’t been out of the palace for many years, followed along. .

Lin Nianzhi also wanted to come together, but because she was pregnant and unfit to travel far, she had to ask Lin Wei to bring a letter to Xiao Wu, along with a series of super complicated nine chains. It was clear in her heart that her mind became dull after she was pregnant, and she really couldn't solve this nine-link chain. Let Lin Feilu unlock it before leaving, and let Lin Wei take it back to her.

In addition to Lin Nianzhi, Lin Qing, Si Miaoran, Mu Tingyun, and many others brought things to her.

Everyone is thinking about her.

Xiao Lan had never seen Song Jinglan.

Even if he knew that he was kind to his daughter and sealed his daughter as queen, listening to those rumors, I was always disturbed.

Until today I saw this gentle and smiling man.

Lin Feilu felt ashamed of leading her boyfriend to meet his parents for the first time: "Mother, this is Xiao Song!"

Xiao Lan was shocked by this title and said nothing for a while.

But this Majesty Song State didn't seem to be angry at all, looking at his daughter's eyes, he did not hide his tenderness. The previous worries in Xiao Lan's heart disappeared in this single look.

The Qi Palace suddenly became crowded and lively.

Lin Feilu ran to advise Lin Ting: "Brother Dahuang, when the Chinese New Year is over, you can expand the palace again."

Lin Ting said: "It's just that it's crowded now, it's still enough on weekdays."

Lin Feilu pouted, "Why don't you have to squeeze every year from now on?"

Lin Ting hesitated to look at Song Jinglan next to him: "Every year?"

Lin Feilu turned his head to look over, and asked with his hips akimbo: "Right!"

Song Jinglan smiled and nodded: "Yes, every year."

Lin Ting was once again refreshed by the connivance of His Majesty Song State without a bottom line. But the object of his indulgence is his sister, so he is actually quite happy...

The New Year in other people's homes is half past, and their New Year seems to have just begun.

Because of the arrival of Lin Jingyuan and Lin Wei, and the nowadays a lot of active Lin Zhanyuan, the palace has changed from a lively life to a joke.

Obviously they are already grown up and married, but they are still showing their youthful appearance at this time.

Lin Feilu stood on the corridor and watched them fight. Xiao Lan and Su Bin sat aside and talked with a needle and thread. For a moment, it seemed that they had returned to their childhood.

At that time, when she first met them, she must have never thought that they would become such important people in her life in the future.

Song Jinglan came over with a cloak and put it on her shoulders, then pulled the person into her arms and smiled and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Lin Feilu tilted his head and leaned on his arm, and for a long time he whispered, "I was watching the gift God gave me."

When she died in the previous life, she thought that this was the price she paid for "doing evil" and the retribution given to her by God, so she also accepted death gladly.

She didn't know until now that it was not retribution.

It was God who compensated her for her new life.

Everything she had missed was compensated here.

The evening light slowed down time.

After a while, Song Jinglan bowed his head and kissed her. He said, "You are also a gift from God."

Lin Feilu tilted her head to look at him and blinked, "Then how much do you like this gift?"

Song Jinglan smiled and asked, "Don't you know?"

Lin Feilu groaned: "Where do I know, I don't know!"

He pressed her little head into his arms again, smiled and said, "You will know later."

He still has a lifetime to let her know how much he loves her.