Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

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On New Year's Eve, the brothers of the Thousand Blades Sect held a huge bonfire banquet at the martial arts training ground in the sect.

Of course, this was Lin Feilu's idea.

Many of the disciples of the Thousand Blades Sect are orphans. They grew up in the sect, and their family is in the sect. On the day when the family is reunited, the only relatives are the brothers and sisters. The old men who practiced knives had a rough life. In previous years, the cooks cooked several tables of dishes. Everyone ate and drank casually. After eating, they went back to their rooms to sleep.

After Lin Feilu came, he took Song Jinglan and Lin Zhanyuan to the downtown to buy New Year's goods. Like a wholesaler, he bought hundreds of lanterns and hundreds of New Year pictures of window flowers. Fat Dun went back to report and notified the brothers on Qinshan to help with the delivery.

The day before the Chinese New Year, hundreds of disciples did not practice swords for the first time, hanging lanterns hanging lanterns, and pasting window grilles, so the entire Thousand Blades Sect became beaming.

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

To be fair, she has been greedy for that roasted wild boar for many years.

Back then, the wild boar grew in size again, and was once again locked by the greedy eyes of humans, and immediately buried the head of the green-faced fangs in the bushes, revealing only a shivering buttocks.

Lin Feilu stood outside the fence and swallowed his saliva for a while, then turned his head and asked Lin Zhanyuan regretfully, "Is it really okay to eat it?"

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

Lin Feilu sighed: "Hey, okay, then I can only eat some roasted five flowers."

Lin Zhanyuan nodded in agreement, with a serious face: "You can eat flowers! I'll go pick flowers for my sister to eat!"

So Lin Feilu received a handful of wild flowers.

Wild boar is impossible to eat, and domestic poultry is not bad. The brothers in the cooking class have already prepared everything. The vegetables, fruits and meat are sorted and placed on the shelf. Lin Feilu has mixed a few pots of barbecue sauce by himself. Although it lacks some cumin flavor, the overall is still good. .

It was about to get dark, and a huge bonfire was lit on the martial arts field, and the flames shot straight up, making this winter night warm and bright.

Lin Feilu had secretly discussed with Yan Xin before, and found some disciples to rehearse the program. Singing and dancing is naturally not good, but a dozen people stand in a square to perform the thousand-blade sword technique, which is still very interesting.

Everyone has never had a New Year like this before, not only there are barbecues, drinks and drinks, but also shows to watch. After drinking to the end, some people take the initiative to come forward to perform the show.

Lin Ting was also pushed out by Lin Feilu to play a flute under the cacophony of everyone. The quiet sound of the flute rang in the hustle and bustle. .

Lin Feilu drank a few glasses of wine and was roasted by the bonfire again, his cheeks flushed red. She found 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 was tender, and every time he exerted force, there was a red mark. There were many calluses in his palm. He did not move his palm against her cheek. He only slightly raised his thumb and stroked her thick eyelashes: "Warm, how many drinks have you had?"

Lin Feilu thought about it, stretched out his hand and compared three fingers, but said, "Four cups!"

Song Jinglan held back a smile: "How many more drinks can I have?"

Lin Feilu was very arrogant: "Don't you know that I have a nickname called Qianbei not drunk!" She puffed out her cheeks under Song Jinglan's smile: "Don't you believe it!"

Song Jinglan said, "I believe it."

Lin Feilu was unrelenting: "I don't believe it is written on your face! No, I have to 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."

Drunk and unaware, Lin Feilu drank three more glasses of wine before fainting completely.

He repeated with a low smile: "A thousand cups are not drunk?"

She was drunk and knew to refute him, and said angrily, "It's the wine here! I'm not drunk with a thousand cocktails!"

Many people were already drunk on the bonfire, but no one went back to sleep because everyone had an appointment to watch the New Year together. The disciples kept adding firewood to the fire, and the bonfire grew bigger and bigger.

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

There was a lot of noise around, and the old men who drank too much had loud voices, laughing and laughing, disturbing the night. But she slept very peacefully in his arms, as if as long as he was there, no matter where she was, she would feel at ease.

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

She opened her eyes in a daze in the bell, and at a glance she saw the person who looked down at her.

Seeing her wake up, his gentle eyes overflowed with a smile.

Lin Feilu stretched out his hand, he lowered his head in cooperation, 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. New Year's Eve."

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

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

The bonfire dinner continued until the early morning, when it was dawn, everyone supported each other and dragged each other back to their rooms.

Song Jinglan carried Lin Feilu all the way back to the room. She smelled of alcohol and smoky 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 noisy all night, seemed extremely quiet at this moment, and the huge Thousand Blades Sect could only hear the sounds of birds in the mountains.

Worrying that she would catch a cold, he waited for the charcoal stove in the house to ignite before taking the person out of the bed. Lin Feilu lay limply in his arms, letting him help her take off her clothes before soaking in the water.

Song Jinglan rolled her cuffs and stood aside, holding a towel to gently wipe her body. She was like a naughty child, half-sitting in the water, squinting and flicking water on him with her fingers.

He smiled and grabbed those restless hands, "Don't make trouble, just go to sleep after washing."

Lin Feilu stared at him drunkenly, and suddenly smiled wickedly, grabbed his collar with his small hand, and said in a soft voice, "Song Jinglan, I want—"

He paused for a while, then patted her head helplessly: "Be good, it'll be alright in a minute."

Before he could take his hand back from her head, he heard the girl in the water say, "Husband, I want—"

Song Jinglan was silent.

Then the man was pulled out of the water.

The sunrise gradually leaped over the mountain, and the morning light sparsely filtered into the room through the window.

With his chest against her sweaty back, he leaned over her ear and asked, "Do you still want it?"

The self-inflicted man cried and chirped: "No, no, no! Let me go to sleep woo woo woo..."

This new year has been extraordinarily happy and exhausting.

On the first day of the new year, the villagers at the foot of Qinshan began to visit their relatives from house to house. The folk New Year is always more lively and colorful than the palace.

Because of Lin Ting's governance, the lives of the local people are getting better and better. Everyone respects this gentle King Qi, and every family sends gifts to the palace. Or the food made by oneself, or the clothes sewed by the novice, are not valuables, they are better than the heart.

Lin Feilu followed Lin Zhanyuan everywhere every day.

He has lived here for so long, and he has traveled up and down the mountain, as if he is already a child king. The local people know his identity and know he is a fool, but the folk customs here are simple, and Lin Zhanyuan is handsome and cute, and everyone who sees him loves him.

Lin Feilu walked all the way, watching him greet everyone, watching everyone respond to him with smiles. He treats everyone as a family member, and everyone treats him as a child.

It was her greatest wish that he could be so pure and happy all the time.

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 Xiao Song lost!

From the long road at the foot of the mountain, a group of carriages came from far away.

The black horse at the head was sitting on a man in brocade clothes and Chinese fur. The person on the black horse seemed to see her, and as soon as his legs kicked off the horse, he ran over with hooves. Running closer and closer, after passing through the heavy building, Lin Feilu heard a familiar voice: "Xiaolu!"

She stood on the stone grinding table and waved with laughter and jumps: "Brother Jing Yuan!"

Lin Jingyuan ran close, tightened the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves with a neigh. He had already jumped off the horse's back and went straight to her: "Little deer! Ah, ah, little deer!"

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

Lin Jingyuan: "No! I can't calm down! How are you?! Did you eat well over there? Did you sleep well? Did you live well? I heard that you are the queen?! Are there any beauties bullying you in the harem?! Song Guo Is the queen mother good to you?"

A series of questions came up, and Lin Feilu didn't even bother to answer.

She looked at the approaching group of carriages: "Who else is here?"

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

Lin Feilu had a faint guess in his heart, he led Lin Zhanyuan and ran forward, the carriage stopped in front of the heavy building, and the one who jumped off first was a lively girl, screaming and rushing into her arms: "Five Sister! Ah ah ah ah fifth sister! Wei Wei misses you so much!"

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

Lin Wei: "Hehe."

Lin Feilu: "..."

asphyxia! ! !

The two sisters were still reminiscing about the old days, and the carriage at the back came down two plain but beautiful women. Lin Feilu heard a choked 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 wrapped her arms around a child, and the tears fell like rain for a while. Concubine Su, who was standing beside her, was as before, comforting in a low voice: "It's time to be happy when you see the child, why are you crying?"

Lin Wei said: "Mother, you just let Concubine Lan cry, she's been holding it all the way!"

Xiao Lan cried and laughed again, then wiped away her tears.

Their arrival gave Lin Feilu the biggest surprise.

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

Today, Xiao Lan is a concubine, and she lives in the palace with the first emperor's concubines. Because of Lin Feilu, Lin Qing treats her particularly well. She has several sisters who are really close to her, and Concubine Su is one of them. This time, when she went out to see her daughter, Lin Wei also clamored to come after hearing about it. Concubine Su thought that she had not been out of the palace for many years, so she also came along with her. .

Lin Nianzhi also wanted to come together, but because she was pregnant, it was not suitable to travel far, so she could only ask Lin Wei to bring a letter to Xiao Wu

, and also comes with a series of super-complex nine-chain links. She made it clear in her heart that her brain became dull after she became pregnant, and she really couldn't solve this nine-chained chain. Let Lin Feilu solve it before she left, and then 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 misses her.

Xiao Lan had never met Song Jinglan.

Even if he knew that he was good to his daughter and sealed her as a queen, listening to those rumors, he was always uneasy.

Until today I saw this gentle and smiling man.

Lin Feilu had a sense of shame that he was leading his boyfriend to see his parents for the first time: "Mother, this is Xiao Song!"

Xiao Lan was so shocked by this title that she was speechless for a while.

But the Song Dynasty His Majesty didn't seem to be angry at all, looking at his daughter's eyes, he did not hide his tenderness and doting. The worries in Xiao Lan's heart before disappeared in this look.

Prince Qi's mansion suddenly became crowded and lively.

Lin Feilu ran to give advice to Lin Ting: "Brother, after the New Year, you can expand and repair the palace."

Lin Ting said: "It's just a little crowded now, but it's still enough to live on on weekdays."

Lin Feilu pouted: "Don't you have to squeeze every year in the future?"

Lin Ting hesitantly looked at Song Jinglan next to him: "Every year?"

Lin Feilu turned his head to look over and asked, "Right!"

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

Lin Ting was once again refreshed by the connivance of His Majesty Song who had no bottom line. But the object of his indulgence is his sister, so he is actually quite happy...

Other people's New Year is half over, and their New Year seems to have just begun.

Because of the arrival of Lin Jingyuan and Lin Wei, and the addition of Lin Zhanyuan, who is now very active, the palace has changed from lively to chaotic.

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

Lin Feilu stood under the porch and watched them jumping and bickering. Xiao Lan and Concubine Su were sitting beside them embroidering needles and threading and talking. For a moment, it seemed like they were back in their childhood.

At that time, when she first saw 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 draped it over her shoulders, then pulled him into her arms and asked with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

Lin Feilu leaned his head on his arm and whispered for a long time, "I'm looking at the gift God gave me."

When she died in the last life, she thought that this was the price for her "doing evil" and the retribution God gave her, so she accepted death happily.

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

It is the new life that God compensated her for.

Everything she once lacked was made up for here.

The twilight light slowed down time.

After a while, Song Jinglan lowered her head and kissed her, he said, "You are also a gift from God."

Lin Feilu tilted his 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 hummed: "Where do I go to find out, I don't know!"

He pressed her little head into his arms again, and said with a low smile, "You will know later."

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

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