Chapter 71: | 【71】

It's time to let go.
Over the years, Lin Ting told her countless times: "Mother concubine, let go."
Whenever he said this sentence, he would be reprimanded and taught by himself. Every time he reprimanded, the light in his eyes would go darker, and to this day, it was completely dark.
He no longer let her let go, but chose to end everything in his own way.
She personally forced her child to death.
Concubine Ruan Gui did not remember how many times she cried today. Only this time, the cry was 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 is not without sarcasm: "Does the empress really think that the father of the Ruan family knows nothing about what the Ruan family has done over the years?" She said coldly, "The emperor has always been most afraid of foreign relatives' monopoly. Controlling the government for these years and staying at the peak of power for a long time, even if you know that your father is jealous, you are not willing 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 has the Nguyen's competition declined over the years?"
Concubine Ruan's face grew paler.
In this six-year controversy, Emperor Lin was never completely unheard of.
He was just sitting on the sidelines and wanted to use the prince to suppress Nguyen Thi.
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 the future heirs.
The surname in this world is Lin, not Ruan.
Lin Ting was destined from the very beginning that he could not be a prince. The Emperor Lin cultivated him and valued him, but he gave the Ruan family an illusion of wishful thinking.
When the Ruan clan began to embark on the road to seizing the protagonist, they fell into the trap that the Lin Emperor had already laid. He didn't need to solve the Nguyen clan's forces by himself. He only needed to acquiesce in the two factions to fight and tolerate the prince. The party's bite of Nguyen clan would remove 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 wrong, 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 soft.
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 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, is it the prince who has the final say? Without the patronage and acquiescence of the father, the only With the prince faction, how can you shake your Nguyen's tree that has been rooted for many years?"
How can you 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.
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 prince. The party took the opportunity to place its own staff in these positions. When the letter of appointment was submitted to Emperor Lin, the same day The approval was granted, and Ruan Xiang didn't have time to react at all.
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 already sent his daughter Wei Luochun out of Beijing overnight and returned to Yuanzhou’s hometown. He made 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 go, but she had to let it go.
Concubine Ruan Gui was sitting on the edge of the bed. I don't know how long it had been before, suddenly kneeling 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 that you have a good relationship with Ting'er. You save him, you save my Ting'er..."
The woman in front of her no longer had the arrogance and nobility she used to be. Years of battles for seizure of grandparents were not a torture to her. 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 retreat, Ruan Xiang can sue the old hometown, but Ting'er can't retreat. 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 is enthroned, he will not keep him..."
When the two factions compete, they are more than life and death enemies.
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 wondered 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 Dahuang. "
...
The fact that Lin Ting committed suicide by poisoning 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 did not return to the palace, but directly settled in the Qi Palace.
The first person to visit was Lin Nianzhi, who lived outside the palace. She came early the next morning and happened to have a meeting with Concubine Ruan Gui. Looking at the messy and haggard-looking Concubine Ruan Guifei, she didn't recognize her for the first time.
In the afternoon, Lin Jingyuan and Lin Jiwen also came. They looked at the doctor with solemn expressions, so they didn't bother them. They only glanced at the door from a distance, and then they sat silently outside the hospital.
Lin Jingyuan said boredly: "I came to Qi Palace to find my eldest brother the day before yesterday. At that time, he was all well, and he became sick in any case."
Lin Jiwen scratched his head: "My eldest brother doesn't seem to be as good as before after 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. The East Palace also sent two centenary blood ginseng, but Lin Qing never came.
Every day after 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 every day to make up, 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 didn't do anything every day, and just sat by the bed and told Lin Ting stories.
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 they had to pair 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 demon, 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 girl, 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 from 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 jumped up from the pedal.
Lin Ting opened his eyes and looked at her with a smile.
Lin Feilu turned his head 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 were finally sure 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, he will not have any 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 bit to cry, and a little bit to laugh. When everyone in the room left, Lin Ting lay half on the bed and touched her head: "I'm sorry, Xiaolu worried. ."
She shook her head, trying to say something, but found that she could not 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, resisting the sourness in his eyes, and then roughly told the rest of the plot: "Later they gave birth to two daughters, one named Guo Xiang and the other Guo Fu. These are two other stories. . Tell me about it 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.
It is not the first time that Lin Feilu has seen Lin Ting cry.
When they first met, he held the rabbit and hid in the grass and cried.
In fact, he always loves to cry, 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 whispered: "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."