Tragic death and rebirth, married to the abstinent uncle and was spoiled crazy

Normally, Lin Tingwan would call people in early in the morning, but today, no one has heard any movement for a long time.

Lian Qiao couldn't help feeling a little worried.

But when they were in Liangzhou, Lin Tingwan had said that if she didn't scream, there was no need to go in, so as not to disturb her sleep.

Although Lian Qiao didn't know why, the servants had always followed Lin Tingwan's requests.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Lian Qiao and Yu Zhu could wait no longer and hurriedly stood up and went back into the house. However, they walked in and opened the door very carefully, for fear of upsetting Lin Tingwan.

I saw Lin Tingwan lying on the bed, her cheeks slightly flushed and her eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

Lian Qiao reacted quickly and placed her hand on Lin Tingwan's forehead, only to feel a burning sensation.

She quickly whispered that it was not good, and warned, "Yuzhu, you stay here and look after the young lady. I will go and ask the doctor to come over."

Lin Tingwan, who was in a coma, dreamed of everything in his past life.

Although she and Pei Yanli had been engaged in her previous life, she had never had any extra feelings for him. She just felt that she had to get married sooner or later.

Until one time she went boating on the lake with Yu Huaixing. At that time, Yu Huaixing went back early because he was not feeling well. She thought that since she was already here, she might as well enjoy the scenery first.

It was during this time that she heard the sound of a flute coming from not far away on the boat. The sound was clear and melodious, coming from afar, echoing on the lake, and the rippling waves seemed to be accompanying the flute.

Subconsciously, Lin Tingwan turned around and asked someone to bring the guzheng from the cabin, and the two of them played together.

The owner of the flute sound paused for a moment, then followed the piano sound.

The sounds of the guzheng and the flute, one string and one tube, one hard and one soft, swaying on the lake surface, made Lin Tingwan yearn for it.

She gradually became curious about this man, but because there were too many boats on the lake, she didn't know who he was, so she had to get off the boat early and wait on the shore, wanting to see who was holding the flute in his hand and find out.

After waiting for a long time, no one showed up. Pei Yanli came down with a flute. At that moment, Lin Tingwan was shocked but also a little shy.

Pei Yanli looked at Lin Tingwan and walked over with a faint smile.

Lin Tingwan naturally thought that the person playing the flute was Pei Yanli, and the two of them got along particularly well because of this.

However, Lin Tingwan never heard Pei Yanli play the flute again. She just thought that it was against the rules for a prince to do so in the palace.

This time in his dream, Lin Tingwan saw a different place.

She saw that the person playing the flute was Pei Jinan, the eleventh uncle of Pei Yanli. She saw that he was as anxious as she was looking for her who was playing the piano, but he had to stay on the boat because of something else.

After a long time, when he got off the boat, she was nowhere to be seen.

Lin Tingwan couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. She followed Pei Jinan secretly, but saw that he was burned to death in the fire.

But in the blink of an eye he appeared again, wearing the golden mask that He Shiyi had worn, and appeared in Changle Palace where she died.

Lin Tingwan squinted her eyes to try to see clearly, and the next moment, a bitter taste woke her up. She slowly opened her eyes, only to see that the bed was surrounded by people. Lin Tingwan was shocked to see that her bed was surrounded by people.

Seeing that she woke up, Song Yingyue, who was holding the medicine bowl in her hand, breathed a sigh of relief and slowly said, "Yuzhu, come and feed the young lady the medicine."

Song Yingyue reached out her hand and helped Lin Tingwan up. Her face was full of worry, and she said gently, "Yangyang, drink the medicine quickly."

Lin Tingwan was always afraid of taking medicine when she was a child. She would cry and make a fuss every time she did so. This was still the case even when she grew up, so whenever it was time to take medicine, almost the whole family would coax her.

But no one knew that when she was in Changle Palace, she was in poor health and there was no one to comfort her. She had no one by her side and had to rely on Hongdou to bring her medicine every few days.

At that time, she swallowed every drop of the bitter medicine that made her want to vomit, and even cherished it very much. She was no longer the delicate lady before.

Lin Tingwan smiled faintly, leaned on Song Yingyue and drank it sip by sip.

The pungent bitter taste rushed straight into Lin Tingwan's throat, making the edges of his mouth dry instantly. The liquid medicine gradually slid from his mouth into his throat, and Lin Tingwan began to cough violently.

Song Yingyue quickly reached out and gently patted her back, muttering softly as she patted, "How can you get better if you don't drink it? Yangyang is the best. Drink up the candied fruit that mother prepared for you."

The corners of Lin Tingwan's lips curled up slightly. At this moment, his mouth was bitter but his heart was sweet.

She nodded slowly and drank the medicine one gulp after another.

Just at this moment, Lin Yuehong came in with something in his hand. Seeing Lin Tingwan taking medicine, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He handed the thing in his hand to Lian Qiao and said, "Mung bean cake."

"Yes, eldest son."

Lian Qiao knew without a doubt that Lin Yuehong bought it because he was afraid that Lin Tingwan would find it too bitter. She quickly unwrapped the food, put it on a plate, and brought it to Lin Tingwan.

Everyone around was a familiar face, and Lin Tingwan curled up the corners of his lips into a faint smile.

Her face was as beautiful as a flower and her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, her lips just slid down weakly and turned into a line of clear tears.

The room was in a mess. Song Yingyue asked worriedly, "Yangyang, are you feeling unwell? Be sure to tell mother if you feel unwell."

Lin Yuehong also spoke hurriedly, "Yes, Yangyang, tell me if you feel uncomfortable. Is someone bullying you? Tell me and I will take care of it for you."

Lin Tingwan shook his head slowly.

Her voice was thin as a gossamer thread, but extremely clear, like the purest sound wave in the autumn water, penetrating the layers of fog of time and striking the heart. "I just feel that it's great to have mother, father, and brother here."

Lin Tingwan lowered her head, letting the crystal tears slide slowly down her face and finally fall on her slender fingers. The fingertips trembled slightly, as if telling of her fragility, or her indomitable spirit against fate.

She slowly raised her head, and her tearful peach blossom eyes shone slightly in the winter sunshine.

Although her tone was calm, both of them were frightened. Song Yingyue quickly said, "Go and ask the doctor to come over."

After a pause, she said, "Please ask the master to come back as well."

At this moment, Lin Tingwan slowly held her hand, shook her head and said, "Mom, it's okay. Dad must be busy right now, so don't call him back."

After saying this, Song Yingyue and Lin Yuehong looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment, but they said nothing and just nodded quietly, "Okay."