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

After Lin Tingwan returned home, she realized that she had thought too much. She thought she would be questioned by Lin Mingqian, but in the end, nothing happened.

All the bloody storms she expected never happened.

What's more, during dinner, Lin Mingqian came back and sat down directly. When Song Yingyue asked her what she had done that day, he said nothing, as if he knew nothing.

Lin Tingwan was skeptical about what Pei Jinan said. After all, she always felt that most of what he said was not credible.

She couldn't help but doubt whether the two of them really said something, and whether Lin Mingqian really knew that she was with Pei Jinan today.

It happened that she didn't see Lin Yuehong, so Lin Tingwan was eager to try and slowly asked, "Dad, why didn't my brother come today?"

Then Lin Tingwan noticed that Lin Mingqian's expression paused, and said unnaturally, "Your brother is not feeling well today, so he went back to the courtyard."

After Lin Mingqian said this, Lin Tingwan was completely relieved. He looked so calm when talking to her, he must know nothing. After all, in Yongjin, no parents could tolerate their daughter going out with a man before getting married, even if that man was Pei Jinan.

Lin Mingqian was not the kind of person who sought to curry favor with the rich and powerful. Even though Pei Jinan was a prince, so what? He was a man who even dared to offend the Crown Prince for the sake of his daughter.

Lin Tingwan nodded. For some reason, the three of them had an unusually quiet meal. Perhaps it was because Lin Yuehong was not there, and there was no happy pill to make everyone happy.

Before finishing the meal, Song Yingyue slowly smiled and said, "I'm really not used to your brother not being around."

Lin Tingwan nodded, "I'll go see what my brother is doing after dinner. He doesn't even want dinner."

Lin Yuehong has always been the biggest eater since he was a child. Maybe it’s because he is a boy. When he was still a teenager, he ate more than Lin Mingqian.

Perhaps because of this, Lin Yuehong never missed a meal, and today was really like the sun rising in the west.

Lin Yuehong listened to what the mother and daughter said, opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, nothing came out. Well, if you want to see, then go and take a look.

He also wanted to know how Lin Yuehong was doing now, and wondered if he was hurt.

Lin Mingqian was just harsh in words. In fact, even though he was not very kind to his only son, he still kept it in his heart.

After dinner, Lin Tingwan asked the kitchen to prepare a meal for him. He picked up the lunch box and went to Lin Yuehong's yard.

On a quiet night, the biting cold wind howled in the empty courtyard, passing through every tree and blowing up the dust on the ground.

The moonlight was bright, and occasionally a few sparse dog barks pierced the night sky, making it seem even quieter.

In the silence, Lin Yuehong stood alone in a corner of the courtyard, wearing a black robe and holding a long sword, the tip of the sword flashing coldly in the moonlight.

He stared at the tip of the sword intently, as if the whole world was left with only him and the sword in his hand.

Lin Yuehong slowly raised the sword, the tip of the sword drew an elegant arc in the air, and every swing was accompanied by a whistling sound that broke through the air.

Lin Tingwan, who had practiced sword with Lin Yuehong for a long time, could tell at a glance that his sword skills today were too sharp and every move was deadly. It was obvious that he was in a bad mood.

Lin Tingwan put down the food box, picked up another long sword from the side, and flashed in front of Lin Yuehong.

He was stunned for a moment at first, but quickly reacted and began to dodge Lin Tingwan's sword.

As the fight between the two became more intense, their figures began to become more agile. Every turn and every jump was like stepping on the wind and snow, silently and without a sound.

The sword lights intertwined in the air to form a large net, covering the entire courtyard, as if no breath of life was allowed to pass through this sword net.

At some point, the snow began to fall heavier and heavier. The snowflakes were as light as feathers, landing on Lin Tingwan's love, but it did not diminish her sword energy at all, but instead added a bit of haziness.

After a long time, Lin Tingwan's sword was knocked to the ground by Lin Yuehong. The two stared at each other and laughed out loud.

Lin Yuehong asked first, "Yangyang, what's wrong with you? Didn't you say you were going out with your friends today? Why do you look like you're in a bad mood?"

It would be fine if I didn't mention it, but when I talked about it, Lin Tingwan got a little angry, and the image of Pei Jinan asking for a beating appeared in my mind.

Seeing that the snow was getting heavier, Lin Yuehong reached out to pick up the food box beside him and took Lin Tingwan into the house.

Under the dim light, Lin Tingwan saw the red marks on Lin Yuehong's face at a glance.

Lin Tingwan was very familiar with this mark. It was caused by someone being beaten. Who could beat General Lin's son? The answer came to his mind immediately. It was naturally General Lin himself.

Lin Tingwan looked at him worriedly and asked, "Dad, what is he doing?"

Lin Yuehong shook his head, a soothing smile appeared on his lips, and he said, "Brother is fine, Yangyang, just rest assured. It's my fault for contradicting father today."

He said this, but Lin Tingwan's face was still full of worry and her brows were tightly furrowed.

In recent years, Lin Mingqian has seldom taken action. Even if he did, he would always resort to military law to deal with it. Moreover, Lin Mingqian knew since he was a child that some things should not be known to outsiders, so he has never hit Lin Yuehong in the face.

This time he was so impulsive that he must have been angry. It would definitely not be as simple as Lin Yuehong said.

But when Lin Tingwan continued to ask, Lin Yuehong dared not say anything.

Helpless, Lin Tingwan could only sigh and slowly said, "Have you applied the medicine? I'll apply the medicine for my brother."

After saying that, she walked straight to the box where Lin Yuehong kept the healing medicine. Since he was a child, Lin Yuehong had been injured many times, so Lin Tingwan had naturally applied medicine for him many times and was already familiar with the process.

Only when he got closer did Lin Tingwan see how much effort Lin Mingqian had put in today.

She dipped her fingers in the ointment and gently applied it to Lin Yuehong's face. After she finished, she frowned slightly and asked worriedly, "Brother, your face may not heal in a few days. How can you go to the military camp these days?"

Lin Yuehong was stunned. He turned around and looked at Lin Tingwan blankly and asked, "Are the marks on my face very heavy?"

Lin Tingwan nodded, "It's very heavy."

Lin Yuehong frowned, looking annoyed. He had never looked at this scar until now. Perhaps because of his thick skin, it didn't hurt much, so he thought it was no big deal.

He walked out of the military camp today in a carefree manner, so many people must have seen his miserable appearance.

The more Lin Yuehong thought about it, the more ashamed he felt. He simply lowered his head and stopped looking at Lin Tingwan.

"It's okay, brother. I can't see anything." Lin Tingwan hurriedly spoke to comfort him.