The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 118 Hou Ye, he was caught by the beauty outside the room 8

  Lin Han's expression changed slightly when he saw Zhongcao, obviously thinking of something, and glared at Zhongcao secretly.

   Warning not to report.

  Liang Jian took this scene into his eyes, raised his eyebrows in confusion, and his face was indifferent.

  Where does Zhongcao care about Lin Han's wink?

   She is not afraid!

   "Tang, Tang An got hot in the woodshed!"

   This high fever will endanger his life, and Zhongcao can't care about other things.

  Lin Zhengyuan's complexion suddenly changed, he didn't have time to take care of the people beside him, and rushed directly to the firewood room.

   "Big Brother!" Lin Han exclaimed, too late to stop him.

  Liang Jian pondered for a moment, then followed.

  Lin Han couldn't.

   "Boom!" sound.

   That crumbling rotten wooden door finally fell!

   has been struggling for several years, and now death is enough.

When Lin Zhengyuan broke in, he saw the weak and squeamish figure in the corner. The snow shirt was also stained a little bit dirty, but it didn't lose any sense of immortality. His eyebrows were knitted, his face was pale, and he was dripping with cold sweat. He was as sick as Xizi. Three points, it's heartbreaking to see.

   He walked over with a sullen face, and one of them hugged the person in his arms, and strode into Meng Tangan's yard: "Dr. Sun Chuan!"

   When Liang Jian came over, he saw the woman in Lin Zhengyuan's arms, a white dress hanging down like a sea of ​​clouds.

   He stopped and caught a glimpse of the familiar little face.

   looks slightly cold, like dissatisfaction and indifference.

  The people who came in and out of the courtyard were all servants, and the battle was bigger than the real eldest Miss Lin Han.

  The woman on the couch was unconscious, with blue silk covering half of her face, giving her a sense of brokenness.

  The thousand-year-old ginseng from Liang Jian's mouth was also sent to the Lin House to make soup for Meng Tangan.

  Lin Han's eyes were red because of his popularity, and his handkerchief could almost make a hole.

   "Is this what you call an occasional cold?" Lin Zhengyuan glanced at the person who was still awake, walked out of the inner room, and asked Lin Han.

  The son of Lin's father, he has a gentle temperament and outstanding talent, but when he is really angry, Lin Han is very afraid.

   "Meng Tangan bumped into me... I'll teach her a lesson."

   "Then tell me, what did she do wrong?"

  Lin Han hesitated, unable to say why.

   She didn't dare to say this in front of Lin Zhengyuan.

   If it wasn't for her brother's protection, she would have killed Meng Tangan long ago!

  Lin Zhengyuan saw what she looked like, and knew what was going on in his heart: "Xiaohan, don't make a fool of yourself."

  Lin Han lost face, especially in front of his sweetheart, his face was ugly, and he was no longer happy at the beginning.

   He almost hated Meng Tangan in his heart.

   "Forget it, it's your sister anyway." Liang Jian glanced at Lin Zhengyuan, not knowing what he was thinking, he said in a low voice, his eyes cold.

   "Thank the third prince." Lin Han said with a blushing face.

  Lin Zhengyuan consciously lost his temper: "I was not entertaining well today, let's make an appointment another day."

  Liang Jian walked out of the courtyard without any pretense, and his eyes were dark with the magnificent buildings of the Lin Mansion far exceeding the specifications of the imperial court.

   In the inner room, Dr. Sun whispered softly, lest he would disturb people: "She has suffered from a disease in her bones in the early years, and her body cold is intractable. Now she has a cold again, and she needs to take good care of it, otherwise..."

   "Otherwise what?"

  He bit the bullet and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to have children in the future."

  Lin Zhengyuan paused: "You go down."

   There were only two people left in the inner room. Lin Zhengyuan stood in front of the couch and looked at the sleepy figure. The pain in his eyes was fleeting, and it was gently swallowed and precipitated.

   He stretched out his hand slightly, and at the moment when it was about to fall on Meng Tangan's eyebrows, Zhongcao walked in from the outside and said crampedly, "Young Master."

  Lonely men and widows, this is inappropriate!

   Lin Zhengyuan withdrew his hand without changing his face, and said, "You go out first, Tang An and I have something to say."

"Oh."

   But Tangtang hasn't woken up yet, sir, are you talking to the air?

  Zhongcao turned around, startled, bowed his head and said, "Madam."

  The lady is extravagant, graceful and solemn. She had suffered hardships in the early years, and she has reached the age of happiness.

   "Mother, why are you here? My son won't be able to say goodbye in the future, and please forgive me." Lin Zhengyuan said gently.

  Qiao Huiran glanced at the woman on the couch. The dangling wrist was snow-white, with raw ice muscles and jade bones. No wonder it caught the soul of a man.

   "Brother Yuan, come out with me."

  Lin Zhengyuan responded with a good word, took a last look at Meng Tangan, and said, "When she wakes up, let her come to Tanyuan to find me."

   Zhongcao nodded.

  Yomo stayed in the Zhenlutang for more than an hour, Lin Zhengyuan got up and retire, and Qiao Huiran told him.

   "It's been an eventful day these days. The position of the Minister of the Ministry of Housing is a knife hanging in everyone's heart. You have an idea, but you have to be more careful in your actions."

Lin Zhengyuan naturally understood the veiled meaning of   's words, and said calmly: "What the mother taught is that the son retire."

After    left, he thought about recent events, the corpse of the Minister of the Household...

   "Prepare your horse and go to Dali Temple tomorrow."

   Watching Lin Zhengyuan leave, Qiao Huiran leaned on the couch and frowned: "Brother Yuan is a little impatient this time, so is Xiaohan."

  Mamma said, "Brother Yuan is really unusual for that woman."

   "It is a scourge to beat Meng Tang to enter the house." Qiao Huiran let out a sigh of relief.

  It is better to send it away as soon as possible.

   I don't know what she has that can be attracted to Lin Zhengyuan.

  Lin Zhengyuan had an idea when he was young, but she couldn't understand what he looked like now.

  …

   Hundreds of miles away from Chang'an, Tianmeng Village, Jiasheng County.

   "Courageous?! You dare to run, I'll kill you!"

   Rough and irritable insults mixed with punching and kicking sounded in the dilapidated room.

   The woman lay dying on the ground and tried her best to crawl out. Her face was blue and purple, her face was indistinguishable, and her eyes were filled with tears.

  Miss, where are you?

I miss you.

  The sound from the house was so loud that the whole village could hear it, and couldn't help sighing.

   "That girl is also pitiful."

   "It's been more than ten years. If it were me, I would have ended my life long ago."

   "I heard that the girl is a lunatic, and she always mumbles something..."

   "Oh, don't break it, no one will cook for us." The mother in her fifties was old but ruddy and very greedy.

  Wei Erliang kicked hard and spit on the woman: "Don't cook yet?!"

  Xiafu said nothing, got up from the ground numbly, and limped into the kitchen.

  Mr Wei made a wishful thinking: "Now that you have enough money, let's go to Chang'an! That's a good place!"

   She didn't want her son to stay in this kind of place all his life.

   Wei Erliang rubbed his hands hesitantly and looked at the woman in the kitchen.

   The shivering Xia Fu suddenly stiffened, turned her back to them, tears ran down her face, and her eyes shone with light.

  …

   It was a sunny day in Chang'an the next day, and the carriage of the Lin residence stopped in front of the door, wanting to enter the palace.

   Just then, a guest came.

   (end of this chapter)