It's time to let go.
Over the years, Lin Ting said to her countless times: "Mother concubine, let it go."
Whenever he said this sentence, he would be reprimanded and taught by himself. Every time he reprimanded, the light in his eyes would darken by one point, and to this day, it was completely dark.
He didn't let her let go anymore, but chose to end everything in his own way.
She personally forced her child to death.
Concubine Ruan Gui didn't remember how many times she cried today. Only this time, her cries were full of regret. She cried while holding Lin Ting's cold and feeble hand: "But it's too late..."
Lin Feilu sneered, "Does the empress know why she slapped her father tonight?"
Concubine Ruan was taken aback and looked at her with tears streaming down her face.
Lin Feilu sneered: "Does the empress really think that the father of the Ruan family doesn't know anything about what the Ruan family has done over the years?" She said coldly, "The emperor has always been the most afraid of the dictatorship of foreign relatives. Controlling the government for these years and staying at the pinnacle of power for a long time, even if you know your father is jealous, you don’t want to come down, right?"
Concubine Ruan turned pale, and hurriedly retorted: "No..."
Lin Feilu interrupted him mercilessly: "The mother, why don't you think about it, what is the attitude of the father and the emperor in the confrontation between the two elders? If he doesn't stop it, is it acquiescence to your Ruan clan to fight for the reserve? Is that true? , Why is the Nguyen's competition declining in recent years?"
Concubine Ruan's face became paler and paler.
In this six-year controversy, Emperor Lin was never completely unheard of.
He was just sitting on the sidelines, trying to suppress Nguyen Thi through the prince's faction.
Nguyen's support for Emperor Lin to ascend the throne and reused by Emperor Lin did indeed make a great contribution to the court. The children of the Ruan family and even the students of Ruan Xiang were scattered throughout the dynasty, becoming a force that even the Emperor Lin could hardly disintegrate.
It is impossible for Emperor Lin to leave such a hidden danger to future heirs.
The surname in this world is Lin, not Ruan.
From the very beginning, Lin Ting was destined to not be the prince. The Emperor Lin trained him and valued him, but he gave the Ruan family a wishful thinking.
When the Ruan clan began to embark on the road to seizing the protagonist, they fell into the trap that the Emperor Lin had already laid. He didn't need to solve the Nguyen clan's power by himself. He only had to acquiesce in the two factions to fight and tolerate the princeling's bite of Nguyen clan, and then he could take off the Nguyen clan's wings one by one.
Just like the collapse of the ancestral hall this time.
Even if he knew that there might be something weird, he was angry that the prince sect dared to do something on the ancestral hall, but in dealing with the group of officials from the Ministry of Industry Shangshu and Ruan Xiangpai, he was not at all merciless.
Lin Feilu looked at Lin Ting who was still unconscious on the bed, and for the first time felt that the royal family was really ruthless.
Didn't Lin Di know the helplessness and helplessness of his son over the years? He definitely knew it, otherwise he wouldn't slap Ruan Guifei and say something like that. But he didn't interfere. He watched the struggle between the two factions coldly, and also watched Lin Ting's despair day by day.
Family affection, sometimes really can't compare to power and desire.
Lin Feilu found it ridiculous, and even his tone of voice was ridiculed: "I think the prince wants to kill you Ruan family? Now in Dalin, does the prince have the final say? If there is no patronage and acquiescence, the only With the prince faction, how can you shake your Nguyen's tree that has been rooted for many years?"
How can Concubine Ruan Gui know these truths.
Otherwise, how could she willingly agree to Wu'anhou's unreasonable request and draw him over.
It’s just that there has never been a single person, so I just point it out straight to the face.
This time the ancestral hall incident, Ruan Xiang’s faction suffered heavy losses. Several important officials in the DPRK were implicated in the incident. The princelings took the opportunity to place their own staff in these positions. After answering, Ruan Xiang didn't give him any time to react.
Wu'anhou also rejected the proposal to marry the Ruan family because of this incident. The Xue Shiyan had not yet started, and he had sent his daughter Wei Luochun out of Beijing overnight and returned to Yuanzhou’s hometown, making it clear that he was worried that Ruan’s family would force it. Let Wei Luochun combine with Lin Ting.
It's not that she should let it go, it's that she has to let it go.
Concubine Ruan Gui was sitting on the edge of the bed, not knowing how long it had been before, suddenly knelt down towards Lin Feilu with one knee.
Lin Feilu hid, but she rushed to grab her skirt and cried bitterly: "Little Five! Little Five, I know you have a good relationship with Ting'er. You save him, you save my Ting'er..."
The woman in front of her is no longer the arrogance and nobility she used to be. Years of fighting for a grandfather is not a torture to her, but now, Lin Ting's suicide has finally become the last straw that crushes her.
"Even if I let go now, and the Ruan family let go, the prince will not let him go. Ruan family can retire, Ruan Xiang can sue the old home, but Ting'er can't retire, he is the king of Qi, he is the eldest son of Dalin, and he is there One day, the prince will not feel at ease, once the prince becomes the throne, he will not keep him..."
When the two factions compete, they are more than feuds of life and death.
Lin Ting knew that his death was the only way to stop this controversy, how could the prince know.
With him in one day, the eldest son of the emperor would never give up.
Lin Feilu didn't know if there was still a trace of affection for this elder brother in Lin Qing's heart today.
but…
She pulled her skirt back from the hand of Concubine Ruan Gui, and looked at Lin Ting on the bed, as if to tell her, and as if to assure herself: "With me in one day, there will never be an accident with Brother Da Huang. "
…
The fact that Lin Ting committed suicide by poison did not go out. It was only said that he was seriously ill. Ruan Xiang’s faction was already languishing. Hearing this news, it was even worse. Some people even secretly voted for the princeling faction.
Lin Feilu didn't return to the palace, but directly settled in the Qi Palace.
The first person to visit was Lin Nianzhi, who lived outside the palace. Looking at Concubine Ruan Gui with messy and haggard makeup, she didn't recognize her for the first time.
In the afternoon, Lin Jingyuan and Lin Jiwen also came. They looked solemn at the doctor, so they didn't bother with them. They only glanced at the door from a distance, and then they sat silently outside the hospital.
Lin Jingyuan said boredly: "I only came to Qi Palace to find my eldest brother the day before yesterday. He was all well at that time, and he became sick in any case."
Lin Jiwen scratched his head: "My eldest brother doesn't seem to be as good as before since he was out of the palace. Isn't it better to eat outside the palace than inside the palace?"
Lin Jingyuan: "..."
All palaces heard that King Qi was seriously ill and sent people to visit. Donggong also sent two centenary blood ginseng, but Lin Qing never came.
Every day of consultation with the imperial physicians, Lin Ting's body was finally discharged bit by bit, but he was still in a coma. He relied on some water and liquid food to make up every day, and his thin body became weaker and weaker.
Lin Feilu was too anxious, but couldn't wake him up again. Later, after thinking about it, he planned to try modern "talk therapy" methods.
She doesn't do anything every day, and just sits by the bed and tells stories to Lin Ting.
At the beginning, I talked about One Thousand and One Nights, then I told fairy tales, and finally I talked about the martial arts dramas I had seen.
On this day, the seven masters who were talking about Guo Jing did not allow him to be with Huang Rong, and insisted on pairing him with Mu Nianci.
Lin Feilu sat cross-legged on the pedals, holding a wake-up wood for storytelling, and patted on the bed when he talked about the wonderful things: "Of course Guo Jing will not do it. He only likes his sister Rong. His The seven masters said, damn! Medicine Master Dongxie Huang is a murderous mad devil, from now on, I will not allow you to see this little demon girl again! Guo Jing is anxious, saying that Rong'er is not a little demon, Rong'er is very good. Very good girl!"
She sighed and couldn't help but hold her head and start to fantasize. If she was wearing a martial arts copy at first, maybe she also has her own brother Jing now, right
A weak voice suddenly came out on the bed: "Then finally, did Guo Jing and his sister Rong be together?"
Lin Feilu didn't react for a moment.
After realizing who was talking, he suddenly jumped from his pedals.
Lin Ting opened his eyes and looked at her with a smile.
Lin Feilu turned around and ran out: "Meng Fuji! Meng Fuji! Brother Dahuang is awake!"
All the imperial physicians waiting in the Qi Palace ran in, and after looking around and asking, they finally confirmed that Lin Ting was indeed all right. The remaining poison in his body has been cleared, and as long as he pays attention to his body in the future, there will be no more problems.
The imperial physician prescribed a new prescription, and when he finished drinking the medicine, the kitchen brought light porridge.
Lin Feilu looked at his gradually regaining complexion, a little to cry, and a little to laugh. When everyone in the room left, Lin Ting lay half on the bed and touched her head: "I'm sorry, Xiaolu is worried. ."
She shook her head, trying to say something, but found that she couldn't say anything.
Lin Ting seemed to be interested, and smiled weakly: "What happened after that? How did Guo Jing convince his seven masters to be with Huang Rong?"
Lin Feilu sniffed his nose, held back the sourness in his eyes, and told the rest of the plot roughly: "Later, they gave birth to two daughters, one named Guo Xiang and the other named Guo Fu. These are two other stories. . Tell me about it to Brother Da Huang later!"
His eyes were crooked: "Okay."
Lin Feilu looked at him for a while, slowly stretched out his finger to hook his little finger, and said in a voice urn: "Brother Dahuang, we have made an appointment. Would you like to stop hurting yourself in the future?"
The smile on Lin Ting's face gradually faded.
He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes were on his eyelids, casting a thick shadow.
After a while, Lin Feilu heard his hoarse voice. He said, "Little deer, too many people have died."
The afterglow of the setting sun came in through the half-open window, just covering him. But such a warm light never illuminates his eyes anymore.
It is not the first time that Lin Feilu has seen Lin Ting cry.
When they first met, he hugged the rabbit and hid in the grass and cried.
In fact, he has always been crying, his heart is so soft, it is always easy to cry for this world.
But at this moment tears flowed from his eyes, without a sound, slid across his pale cheeks, drop by drop on the back of his hand covered with delicate veins.
He said softly: "How innocent so many people have died because of me. I should have ended all of this long ago, even if I die, I will bear this sin in hell."
Lin Feilu's eyes were red, and he clutched his trembling fingers tightly: "It's not your fault, it has nothing to do with you."
He looked up and smiled desperately: "With so many lives, I can never forgive myself."