Rebirth of a Favored Wife

Chapter 22

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Going out from the side gate of Furongyuan, just a few steps away, is a large peach forest. Others Xu didn't know, but Lin Wan knew that the peach blossoms bloomed best here.

The world is full in April, and it's only mid-March, when the peach blossoms are most beautiful and prosperous.

Lin Wan helped Xue Ling sit under the stout peach tree on one side and let her back to the trunk. She also sat down on the ground, bending her knees, and then placing her hands on her knees, watching this piece quietly. Beautiful view of Taoyuan.

A warm wind blew by, and the pink petals rustled down. Looking from a distance, it really looked like a peach blossom rain.

The scenery is so beautiful, Lin Wan was deeply moved, but no matter how beautiful it is, it cannot compare to the four gardens of Meilan, Peach and Chrysanthemum that Zhao Yong built for her in the Yiwang Mansion.

Zhao Yong thought she loved plum blossoms the most, but in fact she loved peach blossoms the most at first, but after a lot of things, she gradually fell in love with plum blossoms. Plum blossoms are noble and clean, and they don't compete with others, and the unyielding spirit of Aoxue's independent branches is worth her appreciation. She wants to learn from plum blossoms, even if life is rough, no matter how fate is, she has to live stubbornly.

It's just a pity that in her previous life, she still couldn't do it in the end.

All of this was bestowed by Lin Yue, although she ruined Lin Yue's appearance before she died, making her life impossible, but it could not completely eliminate the hatred in her heart.

After all, Lin Yue hurt her and failed to hold hands with the one she loved for a lifetime. After her death, her husband was alone for the rest of her life, and she only took her son Shen'er.

After Shen'er was trained to become a talent, he would no longer miss the world, only to find himself.

Thinking of this, Lin Wan burst into tears. She missed her husband, and she missed her son. She really wanted to be with them forever, and a family of three would live happily for a long time.

Suddenly there was a xun sound in the ear, deep and wide, deep and deep, and the melody was familiar and beautiful.

Lin Wan stood up and looked around. She looked around and saw not far away, a young boy was leaning against a thick peach tree with a xun on his lips.

"Zidu..." Lin Wan couldn't believe her eyes. Her tears had already wetted her eyes, and her eyes were blurred. When she saw the boy turned around, the moment she saw his face clearly, the tears couldn't help but desperately. Flowing out, the hot and humid things filled her whole eye sockets mercilessly.

She thought about countless kinds of scenes where the two met for the first time and looked forward to it, but never thought that the first meeting would be such a situation where she was unprepared, or even caught off guard.

She raised her hand and touched her face, remembering that to pretend to be a girl, she painted a thick layer of **** on her face, and the eyebrows were drawn thicker than the branches, and she even clicked on her mouth exaggeratedly. A mole. Seeing the young man walking towards her, she quickly reached out and covered her face.

Zhao Yong was dressed in a white silk shirt with a moon and a jade crown tied his ink hair on the top of his head. He only stood there quietly, and he felt a sense of nobleness.

In his previous life, Lin Wan had a bad impression of Zhao Yong at first, only that he was a prostitute.

Later I learned that it was just pretending to be seen by the Queen Mother Liu and the party. As the second son of the Royal Palace of Yi, he was taken to the palace and raised in the palace. He was well-known as the queen dowager, but he was actually just a hostage. As long as there is any movement from the King of Yi in Yizhou, the Queen Mother will be against Zhao Yong.

He concealed his talents, deliberately spent the rest of the day with wine, seeking pleasure, and carrying a xun wherever he went.

When approaching Lin Wan, Zhao Yong stopped and his eyes fell quietly on her.

He just noticed this strange girl. The girl next to her was desperately trying to get to the princes to wait on her. It was good for her, she just stood on the side and didn’t even raise her eyebrows, as if she didn’t dare. To see people

Later, after following along all the way, she realized that she had planned in advance.

A third-class girl, what are you planning? He glanced at Lin Wan calmly, because she kept her head down, he could only see her round head.

Zhao Yong calmly retracted his gaze, and then set his gaze on Cui Ling, who was leaning against one of the tree trunks.

Upon seeing this, Lin Wan raised her hand and wiped her tears gently, then lowered her head and said, "My son, my girl is tired. I'm afraid that it will disturb other girls' Yaxing. Seeing that the peach blossoms are beautiful here again, I brought the girl. Don't tell the son, otherwise it will affect the reputation of my girl."

Zhao Yong looked back at her when he heard the words, and saw that her face was crying like a tabby cat, and he was only amused.

"Since it's your girl, just take care of it. Although it's March now, you can't sleep outside." Zhao Yong's voice is low but magnetic. What he says is soothing at first, but it's mixed with a little bit. Teasing.

Lin Wan suddenly looked up at him, but saw that his face was not very good.

Zhao Yong looked into her eyes and couldn't help but frowned.

Someone was looking for him not far away, only to hear the person calling: "Zidu, where did you hide and go happy? You really asked me to look for it."

The speaker was Zhao De, son of King Ming, who, like Zhao Yong, was the son of the King of Zhou who was under house arrest by the Empress Dowager Liu.

Zhao Yong answered, then looked at Lin Wan, and then left in a big stride.

Lin Wan was really relieved, looking at the tall and straight back, she patted her face bitterly, with a look of regret and pain on her face.

If she knew she would meet here, she would not deliberately vilify herself.