Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf: 108|【108】

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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 field in the martial arts.

Of course this is Lin Feilu's idea.

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

After Lin Feilu came, he took Song Jinglan and Lin Zhanyuan to the downtown to buy New Year goods. Like a wholesaler, he bought hundreds of lanterns and hundreds of window grilles. Xiaopangdun from the village went back to report and informed the seniors on Qinshan to help transport the goods.

The day before the Chinese New Year, hundreds of disciples did not practice the sword for the first time, hanging lanterns with lanterns, and window grilles with grilles, so the entire Thousand Blades 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.

To be reasonable, 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 eyes 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: "Can't you really eat it?"

For the first time, Lin Zhanyuan retorted his sister so firmly, akimbo and said loudly: "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'll pick flowers for my sister!"

So Lin Feilu received a handful of wild flowers.

The wild boar can't be eaten, and the domesticated poultry is not bad. The seniors in the cooking class have already prepared everything. Vegetables, fruits, and meat are sorted and cut and placed on the shelves. Lin Feilu personally adjusted a few pots of barbecue sauce. Although it lacks some cumin flavor, the overall is 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 warmly and brightly.

Lin Feilu secretly worked 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 and drinks, but also watch shows, and have fun at the end of the drink, and some people take the initiative to perform.

Lin Ting was also pushed out by Lin Feilu to play a flute under everyone’s humor. The quiet flute sound rang in the hustle and bustle, just like everyone still keeps in their hearts when walking in the fireworks world. That side of pure land.

Lin Feilu drank a few glasses of wine and was roasted by the bonfire again, and his cheeks looked red. 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?"

She has tender skin, and every time he uses his force, it makes a red mark. There are many calluses in his palms, his palm is against her cheeks without moving, he only slightly raised his thumb 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 a smile: "How many more drinks?"

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

Song Jinglan said: "I believe it."

Lin Feilu doesn’t say anything about it: "I don’t believe it! It’s 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."

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

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

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

A lot of people were already drunk at 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 is no end to the noise, and the drunk masters have loud voices, and they are 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 that Lin Feilu had prepared in advance.

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

Seeing her waking up, a smile filled his tender eyes.

Lin Feilu stretched out his hand, 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 our time together. The first New Year of the year."

Song Jinglan pressed her forehead with a gentle 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 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 and dragged them 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 in trouble all night, seemed extremely quiet at this moment, and the huge Thousand Blades 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 help her undress and soak in the water again.

Song Jinglan stood aside with her cuffs rolled, 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 at his collar with a little hand, and softly saying, "Song Jinglan, I want to--"

He paused in his hand and touched her head helplessly: "Be good, it will be done 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 jumped over the top of the mountain, and the morning light sparsely penetrated the house through the windows.

He touched her sweaty back with his chest, and leaned behind her ears and asked: "Want more?"

The self-inflicted person cries: "Don't do 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 this 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 plays with Lin Zhanyuan everywhere every day.

He has lived here for so long, and he has traveled all over the mountain and down, as if he is 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 greatest 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 came with a line of carriages.

The black horse at the head sits on a man in beautiful clothes, Lin Fei Lu is very happy, and he stands on the stone milling table and looks at it and waved his hand. The people on the black horse seemed to see her, and dashed towards her with the kick of his legs.

As he ran closer and closer, after passing through the heavy building, Lin Feilu heard a familiar voice: "Little Deer!"

She stood on the stone mill and waved with laughter and dance: "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, deer!"

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

Lin Jingyuan: "No! I can't calm down! How are you?! Did you eat 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? ! How is the Queen Mother of Song Kingdom treating you?"

Lin Feilu couldn't answer a series of questions.

She looked at the approaching team of carriages: "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 rushed into her arms. : "Fifth sister! Ah ah ah ah fifth sister! Wei Wei misses you so much!"

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

Lin Wei: "Hey."

Lin Feilu: "…………"

Suffocation! ! !

The two sisters were still reminiscing about the past, and the carriage at the back stepped down. Two plain but unconcealable women, Lin Feilu heard the choking voice behind him: "Deer, 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 me, was still as before, comforting in a low voice: "When I see the child, I should be happy and cry."

Lin Wei said: "Mother, you just make Empress 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 came. I thought it would take some time, but Lin Jingyuan, who received the letter, couldn't wait to bring the people.

Xiao Lan is now 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. Su Bin is one of them. When Lin Wei came to see her daughter this time on the trip, Lin Wei also clamored to come when she heard about it. Su Bin thought that she hadn't been out of the palace for many years, so she followed along. .

Lin Nianzhiben also wanted to come together, but because she was pregnant and unfit for a long journey, she had to ask Lin Wei to bring a letter to Xiao Wu, along with a series of super complicated nine-links. 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 solve 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 has never seen Song Jinglan.

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

To this day 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. Those worries in Xiao Lan's heart disappeared in this single look.

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 we are squeezed a little now, and it is still enough on weekdays."

Lin Feilu pouted: "Isn't that a 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 arms 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 houses is half past, and their New Year seems to have just begun.

Because of the arrival of Lin Jingyuan and Lin Wei, plus a 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 porch and watched them fight. Xiao Lan and Su Bin sat aside and talked with needlework. 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 against his arm, and for a long time he whispered: "Looking at the gift God gave me."

When she died in the last 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.

For 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 go to know, I don't know!"

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

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