The Blessed

The old woman vomiting blood thing finally failed to be concealed from the old man. The old man who meant to make the last struggle for his big and third son instantly got his situation worsened that very night. Every family in the village was talked about things of the two xiucai. After Ling Jinghan went back home, he had a very long secret talk with Ling Jingxuan in the room and only came out until it was a bit dark outside. And in the village head'™s place, Ling Chenggui'™s elder brothers and sisters all surrounded him, only wishing to let him grow out a few flowers on his body.

"Bad news! Second uncle, bad news! My father..."

When it was getting totally dark, Ling Chenghu who had stayed quiet for several months suddenly stumbled into the village head'™s house, hearing that, the village head had a skip of his heart. Thinking of his big brother'™s situation in recent months, some kind of bad feeling flashed across his heart. But on a second thought, right after Jinghan and Chenggui got listed as xiucai, he got his situation worsened, people would gossip if they heard it, right? If it was true, people would say the old man'™s situation got worse on hearing others got listed as a xiucai title. If that was true, forget about what others might say, what Ling Jingxuan would think?

"Speak slowly. What'™s wrong with my big brother?"

Whether true or not, he was both the village head and his younger brother, how could he be indifferent to it? After handing his little grandson to his wife, Ling Qicai turned to Ling Chenghu and asked. Because the village head'™s few daughters-in-law were all working in Ling Jingxuan'™s factories now, they could earn a lot a month. Seeing Ling Chenghu, they all pulled a long face.

"Second uncle, come take a look with me. Today my mother suddenly spat out a lot of blood and turned silly. We meant to hide it from our father. But who knows he found it himself and passed out on spot. The doctor said he may not get it through.'

His father was dying, however unfilial he was, he would never be in any good mood. Since his wife and daughter had been driven out of the family, he had figured one thing out. After his second elder brother moved out, their days were getting better and better. And although his big brother'™s daughter had been repudiated, anyway, they still had some savings. Only he was the weakest, and his son was the youngest. If the old passed away now, maybe everything would fall into his big brother'™s hands, and their days would be even harder. So seeing that his father was dying, he instantly came to look for his second uncle. With him there, his big brother and big sister-in-law wouldn'™t dare go too far.

"OK. Let's go take a look."

Seeing it was true, the village head already had no time to think that much, but hurriedly left with him. The naïve Ling Chenggui also meant to go with them but got pulled by his mother. And the village head'™s wife winked at him, signaling him not to get involved into their things. Now he was a xiucai, and in the second half of the year, he still had to take the exams for juren title.

Because of Ling Chenghua'™s death, plus the old couple'™s healthy condition was inherently bad, and later Ling Chengcai made that scene when Ling Jingxuan received the imperial edict, he already couldn'™t even get off bed. And now he was like the withering oil lamp. Looking at that skinny stooped back on the heated kang, Ling Qicai only felt sour in the heart. However unreasonable things he had ever done back then, now he was only an old man having one foot in the grave. After taking two deep breaths, he only moved forward and called,

"Big brother."

Sitting on the bedside holding his hand, Ling Qicai choked with sobs. Although the relationship between their younger generation seemed not very good, the relationship between them two brothers was quite good. At least one year ago, they had always supported each other. He never expected that after only a few months, his big brother had become like this.

Hearing his voice, Ling Qiyun exhaled more than inhaling already blinked his cloudy eyes. Even such a simple movement nearly used up all his strength. But no one knew where he got the strength, he suddenly stretched out his shriveled hand to grab his, squeezing the following words through his throat with much difficulty, 'œQi'¦Qicai'¦Jing'¦Jing'¦Jinghan'¦'

Ling Qiyun knew that his death was approaching, but what he was thinking about was his second son who had already moved out. If it hadn'™t been that he was too partial, how could their family have ended up like this? Now, he no linger wanted to find out who was to blame. He just wanted to see them and asked them to take care of this whole family.

"Quickly! Go to Yuehua Manor and ask Chenglong'™s whole family here! Now!'

It took Ling Qicai quite some time to understand what he meant, then he turned and snapped, with tears welling up in his eyes.

On the other side, Ling Jingxuan and his two younger brothers had been having a private talk in the room. Only after the little buns came back did they come out. Since Ling Jinghan won the first place, for supper, it was all his favorite dishes. Three families sat around the big table eating and drinking, and burst into laughter now and then. Today they even made an exception. Except Ling Jingxuan and the kids, everyone had a cup of bayberry wine.

"Next is the autumn exams in July. How I wish that our Jinghan could get listed as a juren!

After three rounds of drinks, Ling Chenglong got a bit wild. Even Old Lord Wang who specially stayed didn'™t diss him, 'œOf course! Our Jinghan is a linsheng now! Even if he may not rank the first place again, getting a juren title may not be a problem!