Provoking the villain, madly criticizing the tyrant for kidnapping my sedan chair for the bridal cha

Duan Zihuai, this naughty fox!

Sure enough, I didn’t hold the fart in my stomach well!

He specially rushed to send people here before the Lin family held Lin Xiaoxue's funeral!

Lin Xiaoxue, a little white flower, can run fast when climbing high branches.

Coming back after being desperate, I must not have held it in well.

Now that it’s here!

Let Lin Xiaoxue attend her own funeral!

Lin Lixia ignored Lin Xiaoxue and looked around calmly.

The grandmothers who had been chatting enthusiastically all looked at Lin Xiaoxue with dumbfounded eyes, and no one spoke.

The silence in the yard was eerie. The grandfathers in the house noticed something was wrong and came out one after another.

Seeing Lin Xiaoxue clearly at the door, the grandfathers' eyes widened.

As the leader of the Lin family village, Lin Qingquan knows a lot about the affairs of the Lin family.

He looked at Lin Xiaoxue for a moment and quickly made the decision that was best for Linjia Village.

"Fifth brother, last time Zhishan came back and said that Xiaoxue died in the capital, and he brought his ashes back. Who is at the door?"

"It's a liar!" Mr. Lin and Xu Taohua said in unison.

Obviously a good line.

Seeing the two of them following what she had rehearsed, Lin Lixia finally smiled.

very good!

The old man and the old lady both acted according to the script and were not soft-hearted towards Lin Xiaoxue!

Most people in the village relied on the Lin family to take care of them and would not offend the Lin family on such occasions, let alone go against Lin Qingquan at this time.

Lin Lixia simply moved a small bench and carried a basket.

Squatting in the yard, cutting leeks, and watching a show.

Lin Xiaoxue's face was full of disbelief, holding on to the door frame, looking pitifully crumbling.

"Grandpa, grandma, I am Xiaoxue! The Xiaoxue you raised!"

Although Mr. Lin couldn't bear it, when he thought about what he had experienced during the Hungry Ghost Festival, his heart became cold.

"This girl, Xiaoxue, has died in the capital a long time ago. Although she is not a child of the Lin family, for the sake of raising her, the Lin family will scatter her ashes into the Soul River tomorrow according to her last wish!"

Lin Xiaoxue's face was full of panic.

The Lin family doesn't recognize her!

She's not surprised!

On the way here, she thought about begging until the old man relented.

But she never expected that the Lin family would directly announce her death in the capital.

Have a funeral for her tomorrow!

This is too ridiculous!

"...Grandpa, I am Xiaoxue..."

"This girl!" Mr. Lin interrupted Lin Xiaoxue.

"When you go out, no one has encountered any difficulties."

"Do you want to ask for a glass of water? Or do you want to ask for a steamed bun?"

"..." A trace of resentment flashed in Lin Xiaoxue's eyes. Who cares about a glass of water and a steamed bun?

She looked at Lin Lixia out of the corner of her eye.

Lin Lixia cut half the basket full of leeks and moved the small bench in front of Xu Taohua without waiting for Lin Lixia to speak.

The grandmothers sitting in the yard helped Lin Lixia pick leeks.

Seeing that the villagers' attitude towards Lin Lixia was completely different from how they treated her, Lin Xiaoxue's heart ached with jealousy.

She staggered and threw herself towards Lin Qingquan.

"Grandpa Qingquan, look at me, I am really Lin Xiaoxue, and I even helped your family cut pig grass!"

Lin Qingquan took a step back and avoided Lin Xiaoxue's hand.

Lin Xiaoxue staggered and fell to the ground, looking even more fragile.

Lin Qingquan was unmoved and scolded expressionlessly:

"Girl, what are you trying to do by pretending to be from Linjia Village?"

"Grandpa Qingquan!" Lin Xiaoxue looked down at the frayed skin on her palms, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"I'm really Xiaoxue, 嘤嘤嘤..."

"I'm not dead, why do you want to hold a funeral for me? Uh-huh-huh..."

"You are trying to force me to die, eh eh eh eh..."

Lin Xiaoxue lay on the ground, crying heartbrokenly, and people in the yard gradually began to move.

Mr. Lin looked at his eldest grandson who was holding a book: "Lidong, do you still have the cakes we brought back?"

"Yes!" Lin Lidong heard the deep meaning in the old man's words, went into the house and came out holding half a bag of pastries.

Walked to Lin Xiaoxue.

"Girl, I don't know which liar you are from? But Xiaoxue is really dead."

"Girl, seeing how similar you and Xiaoxue are, you can use these pastries to fill your stomach!"

After Lin Lidong finished speaking, he threw the cake in front of Lin Xiaoxue before Lin Xiaoxue could speak.

Without looking back, he walked towards Lin Lixia: "Xia Xia, what can I do for you?"

"Brother, go and light the fire!" Lin Lixia continued to pick leeks and assigned work to Lin Lidong: "When the second uncle comes back from carrying water, let's boil the water first!"

"Okay!" Lin Lidong skillfully pulled out a few pieces of firewood from the firewood shed and walked towards the kitchen.

Seeing Lin Lidong sitting on a small bench lighting a fire, Lin Xiaoxue remembered the days when Prince Rui lit a fire in the Lin family.

Her eyes were red with jealousy as she stared in Lin Lixia's direction.

She is only half a year older than Lin Lixia.

The fate of the two is very different!

Lin Lixia is loved by her family and also favored by Prince Rui!

Even the gentle Mr. Duan favored Lin Lixia!

Why?

Why?

Lin Xiaoxue was furious with jealousy, but she did not dare to go against Duan Zihuai's wishes or reveal Prince Rui's identity.

Filled with hatred, she crushed the cakes on the ground into powder.

"Clang!" There was a strange sound, and everyone looked towards the door.

It was Lin Wenhui. He put down the bucket heavily.

"Dad!" Lin Xiaoxue grasped another glimmer of hope, moved to Lin Wenhui on her knees, and tightly grasped the hem of her clothes.

"Dad, I am Xiaoxue!"

"Dad, I have suffered so much and I almost couldn't see you!"

"Dad, Xiaoxue misses you so much!"

Seeing Lin Xiaoxue crying so hard, Lin Wenhui thought of when he sent Lin Xiaoxue and Gong Xingtai away.

The two of them ignored his face and got sticky in the donkey cart while he was driving it, so shamelessly.

At that time, he was too ashamed to see anyone, so he left the two of them at the city gate and left.

Now, thinking about it again, all this is traceable.

Like mother, like daughter!

Lin Wenhui bent down, and with Lin Xiaoxue's expectant look on his face, he pulled out the hem of his clothes bit by bit.

"This girl, Xiaoxue has been dead for many days, please don't bluff and lie!"

"..." Lin Xiaoxue's eyes froze with tears and she clutched her heart tightly.

"Dad, Xiaoxue is not dead, but you have to hold a funeral for Xiaoxue."

"I have called you dad for more than ten years, do you want to just stand by and watch me live worse than death?"

Lin Wenhui was unmoved and put down the pole, holding a bucket of water in one hand, as if he didn't hear Lin Xiaoxue's words.

Lin Xiaoxue became even more desperate: "Dad, you don't recognize me. I'm alive and well, but you just hold a funeral for me. Aren't you afraid that I'll sue you?"

Everyone: "..."