After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Men like those who are weak and inferior to themselves to satisfy their vanity.

For example, Lin Minghua used the words "weak and unable to take care of himself" to the extreme.

For example, Jiang Wanning, although she was domineering, only showed weakness for the emperor alone.

Lin Zhiyu is not such a person.

When he just passed through, Lin Zhiyu also thought that she was also the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion. She would choose a good husband and live her life as usual.

But after seeing Wang Yunjin, she no longer thought so.

Wang Yunjin is an extremely talented woman who guards the back house and does everything properly.

She seems to be the matron of the house and has all the power, but isn't her fate still in Lin Pengsheng's hands?
Even in death there is no way to seek justice.

Lin Zhiyu still remembered that when Wang Yunjin was dying, he held Lin Pengsheng's hand: "Master Xiang, if I say that someone has tampered with the medicine, will I believe it?"

At that time, Lin Zhiyu was still young, lying on the side, tilting his head and peeking.

Except for Aunt Zhang, there was no one else in the yard.

"Take good care of your health and don't say whether you have these things or not." Lin Pengsheng stuffed her hands into the quilt.

This visit was also due to Mrs. Lin's face.

Wang Yunjin smiled weakly, his eyes full of desolation.

Lin Pengsheng said again: "It was a mistake for you and me to be together. Now that things are like this, you can go with peace of mind."

He also seemed to feel that his words were a little too cold, and he did not dare to look at Wang Yunjin: "Minghua is still young, so I have to take care of her feelings."

Lin Pengsheng always knew that Xiuli had tampered with it, but he just didn't reveal it for a long time.

Lin Zhiyu watched from the side, feeling overwhelmingly unwilling.

She is the same age as Lin Minghua.

After Lin Pengsheng left, Wang Yunjin looked at Lin Zhiyu, his eyes full of reluctance and love.

"Yu'er, mother can't bear it anymore."

Between husband and wife, there is no respect for each other as guests, no raising eyebrows, only the lonely light that waits for no one every night.

People, without the belief to live, the body will decay with a crumbling force.

Lin Zhiyu walked all the way to Zheng Wan with this energy.

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Kunning Palace.

Lin Minghua looked at the increasingly gloomy sky in trance.

Mo Ju brought a thin cloak and put it on Lin Minghua's shoulders.

"Mother, please don't catch a cold."

"Have everything been arranged?"

Mo Ju hesitated for a moment and nodded: "It's all done. The food and wine are sent in the name of the emperor, and the medicine inside is sufficient."

"After transporting the people out, our people will stage a drama of their own genetics. It will definitely cause a huge noise. If nothing happens, it will spread throughout the capital the next day."

Lin Minghua concealed the worry in his eyes: "I don't know why, I always feel so worried."

After a long silence, Lin Minghua said: "Mo Ju, let someone prepare the car."

Mo Ju was stunned for a moment and said in shock: "Is the empress going to go there in person?"

"If the emperor finds out about this matter, I will not be able to escape death." Lin Minghua made up his mind at the first sight, "Why don't I go with him."

"My dear, you must not do this!"

Mo Ju thought Lin Minghua was crazy. How unbecoming it was for him to run away with a traitorous traitor after establishing a country!
"If the empress leaves, what will happen to the Prime Minister? What will happen to the Lin Mansion?"

Mo Ju tried her best to dissuade him.

"My mother is no longer in the house. Even if something happens, it won't affect her." There was no trace of nostalgia in Lin Minghua's tone.

In her heart, her mother was like this because of Lin Pengsheng's contribution. If he could disobey Mrs. Lin and let Zhang Xiuli become the first wife, what would happen next?
In the end, it’s still not enough love.

The first half of Lin Minghua's life was planned for her by Zhang Xiuli

In the second half of her life, she can only rely on herself.

If the man in black was not lying, then she would try her best to develop a good relationship with Zhou Zijin.

"The emperor's position is not right and he will fall sooner or later. I am just trying to find another way out for myself."

Regardless of Mo Ju's dissuasion, Lin Minghua still left the palace gate, and a carriage covered with oilcloth rushed into the rain curtain.

With a rumble, the first rain of autumn fell in patter.

Lin Zhiyu stood alone in front of the window, watching the flowers in the yard swaying in the rain.

Lin Xiaolian approached with a bowl of white fungus: "Miss, over in the kitchen, I made a bowl of white fungus. You can eat some of it."

Lin Zhiyu said: "I have no appetite, please leave it alone first."

"Is the cook not doing a good job?"

Zhou Tingchen's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Lin Xiaolian shuddered and pretended not to understand the meaning in Zhou Tingchen's eyes.

"If you still don't leave, do you want me to invite you out?"

Zhou Tingchen glanced at Lin Xiaolian coolly.

If she doesn't leave, don't you think you will do something bad to my young lady?
Lin Zhiyu said slowly: "Xiaolian, you go down first."

Lin Xiaolian shrank her neck and glanced at Lin Zhiyu worriedly.

The lady said this, she should be confident, right?

She bowed her head and walked out.

Seeing that Lin Zhiyu didn't look back, Zhou Tingchen walked behind her, stretched out his long arms and wrapped his arms around her waist.

He felt the person in his arms tremble, and he seemed to be less resistant than before.

"I heard there will be a good show at the Ministry of Justice tonight."

Zhou Tingchen leaned close to Lin Zhiyu's ear, his hot breath spraying on her neck.

"If you beg for mercy, maybe I can spare his life."

"Don't all pleas for mercy have to be conditional?"

Lin Zhiyu smelled a faint smell of alcohol and thought of what Eunuch Zhang said this afternoon.

"The emperor is in a good mood today. He drank two pots of wine. Please don't disturb the emperor's good mood."

Can he be unhappy that his throne is about to lose its only threat?
Zhou Tingchen tilted his head to the table: "Drink the white fungus soup."

Lin Zhiyu broke away from him and stared into her eyes, a coldness bursting out of them.

"But I don't like eating white fungus, does the emperor have to force me to do so?"

The superficial peace was finally broken, and Zhou Tingchen's expression was slightly cracked.

Just when the atmosphere between the two was at a stalemate, someone from outside came to report: "Report to the Emperor, the people from the Criminal Department are ready to seize the King of Jin as soon as he comes out, regardless of life or death."

"No." Zhou Tingchen categorically denied, "It would be interesting only to let them see the hope of life and then crush it bit by bit, isn't it?"

Those dark pupils looked at Lin Zhiyu.

Lin Zhiyu looked calm on the surface, but he was already feeling anxious in his heart.

She couldn't guarantee that a selfish person like Jiang Tongmiao would definitely pass on the news.

Zhou Tingchen took another look at the warm white fungus soup on the table, as if waiting for Lin Zhiyu's reply.

The bad taste of those in power is to break the backbones of others little by little, and those who are arrogant will kneel under themselves, bowing their heads and begging for mercy.