After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Chapter 369 Choose yourself
Lin Minghua couldn't breathe up or down, and his heart was filled with suffocation.

I tried my best to get you here just to hear some bullshit stories?
She was thinking this in her mind, but she still put down the hairpin in her hand by some strange mistake.

Lin Zhiyu glanced at Mo Ju on the ground.

Seeing that she had immobilized Lin Minghua with just a few words, Mo Ju felt inexplicably grateful. She met her gaze and crawled to the ground to make a new pot of tea.

Taking a sip of tea, Lin Zhiyu felt that her dry lips came to life again.

"The best Yuqian Longjing." She commented, "It is a strange thing that the Ministry of Internal Affairs has not neglected a queen who has lost her favor."

Since ancient times, there have always been many people who add insult to injury and few people who offer help in times of trouble. Most of the hard work is done for selfish gain.

It is self-evident who gave the instruction and the beating behind it.

"It's just a pot of tea. I can have as much as I want."

Lin Minghua obviously didn't understand what Lin Zhiyu meant, and straightened his waist up.

Growing up, what was the one thing she didn’t use the best?

Lin Minghua raised his hand and tied up his messy hair again.

An inexplicable emotion grew deep in her heart, which made her hate the way she was dressed today.

Even though she was down and out, she was still the favored second girl in the Prime Minister's Palace, Lin Minghua who always dominated Lin Zhiyu.

But the story that followed made her back, which she had managed to straighten up, drop inch by inch.

In this story, she got her wish and married the King of Jin, but was laughed at because she stayed alone in an empty house during the wedding.

Then he rushed to Zhou Tingchen and said that it was not easy for him and that he couldn't help himself.

The honors that I have never received in this life are all achieved in this story.

Still not falling.

Lin Minghua couldn't help but ask: "What about you?"

Lin Zhiyu held the fine tea cup on the table and was silent: "I dug out my eyes and tongue, and finally died in a fire."

do you died?
In this form?

Lin Minghua exhaled slightly.

It turns out that he also defeated her.

Even if she didn't see that victory in person.

"But so what, the story is just a story. Since you and Prince Jin are in love, why do you let the emperor have a deep love for you?

What's more, if you hadn't taken an unnecessary step to fish him out of the lake, what would have happened to me now?
You are the culprit! "

Lin Minghua asked loudly.

"Snapped!"

Lin Zhiyu suddenly put down the tea cup in his hand, and the crisp sound was particularly loud in the quiet room.

"A prince died in the Prime Minister's Mansion for no apparent reason. Do you still think you can have the days of having no worries about food and clothing?

When I save him, I am saving the entire Lin family!

A young lady who sacrificed her life regardless of her own honor was enough to make the late emperor think highly of the Lin family and treat you with extra leniency. "

Do you think the late emperor didn’t know that Lin Pengsheng spoiled his concubine and destroyed his wife?

Do you think that those high-ranking families will really ignore the identity of a concubine because of your appearance?
In the eyes of those noble ladies, a concubine is just an object used to warm the bed.

Since it is an object, why put so much thought into it?
"How can it be so serious?" Lin Minghua trembled unconsciously, "I, I was just joking with him..."

Lin Zhiyu sneered and looked at her with a frown.

Tianjia is a place where you can easily joke?
Speaking of which, it’s really ridiculous!
This is also the reason why Lin Zhiyu wanted to save Zhou Tingchen when he came back to his life.

She had to be saved.

Zhang Xiuli was smart. After being mentioned, in order to increase her status to a higher level, she asked the maid to ignore Lin Zhiyu and give the credit to Lin Minghua.

Unfortunately, behind the gift is a clear price tag.

Although he received benefits, he was unwilling to enter the palace as his queen, which sowed the seeds of disaster from then on.

Lin Zhiyu pretended not to see Lin Minghua's pale face: "Zhou Tingchen's body has been placed in the Buddhist hall and will be buried soon." This is a way to show the kindness of the Tian family.

The death of a person is like the extinguishing of a lamp, and the wax and oil on the ground also has its value.

"Since you are the queen, you will be buried or guard the mausoleum, you choose one yourself."

Being buried means liberation, and countless hopes are pinned on the next life.

To guard the mausoleum is to atone for one's sins, to confess one's sins little by little in the endless loneliness.

What would you do if the choice was placed before you again?

Lin Zhiyu's eyes moved towards Lin Minghua.

Every plant, tree, flower and leaf in Kunning Palace was decorated under Zhou Tingchen's personal supervision.

Every floor tile, every set of tables and chairs is made of the best materials and the best craftsmen.

Mo Ju couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, if you keep the green hills here, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood!"

Lin Zhiyu certainly knew why Mo Ju spoke at this time.

It's very simple. If Lin Minghua died, her end would be much better.

The eldest girl who was once bullied suddenly became the regent princess, but she became a slave without an owner. Lin Zhiyu had thousands of ways to make her life worse than death.

But guarding the mausoleum is different.

Because of Lin Minghua's status, he might even be assigned two maids to serve him.

The green hills remain, but the green hills of her ink chrysanthemum remain.

Lin Minghua stood blankly, as if he had been enlightened.

Why leave the choice in her hands?
Naturally, it was because Lin Zhiyu didn't bother to argue with her.

Perhaps very early on, Lin Zhiyu jumped out of the house and planned more things.

"I have turned myself into a joke."

The tone sounded like a statement, but also like an exclamation.

After the story was told, Lin Zhiyu had no more patience to wait for her to make a decision.

She stood up and walked out of the hall, leaving behind a word.

"What women fight for should not be things that men give casually."

What we are fighting for is the ability to give.

The power center of Qin State has just experienced a bloodbath, and tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The lights in Zhaoyang Palace were brightly lit, and Jiang Tongmiao was holding her pregnant belly with an angry look on her face.

The palace maids on the left and right had already retreated. Jiang Wanning sat side by side with a hooded woman, showing no signs of joy or anger.

"Didn't you mean that just because I helped Lin Zhiyu, I was asked to take my mother out of this place?"

Jiang Tongmiao looked at the two women in front of her who were playing with her, and her tone was filled with anger.

"Sister, please don't have fetal motility." Jiang Wanning pretended to comfort her, "After all, everyone in the world is waiting for the prince to be born."

"Shameless." Jiang Tongmiao cursed.

"How shameless?" Qin Xiao took off his hood, "If you have a daughter in your belly, I can naturally let you mother and daughter fly away."

Yes.

No matter what the final result was, she, Jiang Zhaoyi, would definitely give birth to a boy.

By then, she, Qin Xiao, would have supreme rights.

As for Jiang Wanning, she is simple-minded, how can she deal with those courtiers?
Naturally, I still have to rely on her, my aunt, for everything.

Qin Xiao's lips curled up into a smile: "Come here, take Madam Zhaoyi down to rest."

Unfamiliar faces came in and invited Jiang Tongmiao to the left and right.

They are all Qin Xiao's confidants.