The Princess of Northern Land

"Ouch, my brain hurts." Lin Ziyin saw the surprised expressions on their faces and was afraid that they would doubt him, so he deliberately covered his head and shouted.

"What's going on?" Lin Changshu asked in surprise.

"Sister, you're fine. Why do you have a headache again?" Lin Zige anxiously went over to check the wound on her head.

"I don't know. Just thinking about things makes my head hurt." Lin Ziyin replied pitifully.

"Don't think about it if it hurts." The old man said distressedly, "Don't think about anything. Just forget about the original thing. With our family here, no one can bully you."

"I'm much better now. Grandpa, don't worry." Lin Ziyin felt a little guilty about her lies, but she felt a little happy when she saw that the Lin family had successfully dispelled their suspicions.

No matter what, she inexplicably traveled to the Lin family, and the Lin family seemed very warm and nice. She needed such a family to rely on.

"Girl, did you really see the Bodhisattva and the Buddha in your dream?" When Ziyin calmed down, the old man repeated his old talk.

Lin Ziyin nodded. Since the lie had begun, she had to keep telling it.

"I have always been in a daze. I couldn't understand what the Buddha and Bodhisattva said. But the Buddha said that since I met them, it was fate, so he put a book in my mind. Now I have There’s a lot more stuff.”

"What's extra?" Lin Zige asked anxiously and curiously.

"I..." Lin Ziyin had a painful expression on his face.

"Okay, don't push her too hard. Wait until you think about it later. By the way, none of you are allowed to tell anyone what Ziyin said today." The old man spoke.

"Yes." Lin Changshu was the first to agree, "Second sister, you have a good rest. If you can't think of it, don't think about it."

Lin Ziyin nodded weakly. In fact, she really wanted to sleep. This body was too weak.

When she woke up again, Lin Ziyin found that the room was dark. She guessed that it might be night.

At the same time, she also felt the chill, so she couldn't help but pull the tattered quilt on her body, and shrank her body into the quilt.

"Sister, it's time to eat." The curtain opened and the eldest sister Lin Zige came in.

"Is it dinner?" Lin Ziyin asked.

"Yes." Lin Zige quickly sat beside her bed with the rice bowl, ready to feed her.

"I'll do it myself." Lin Ziyin said.

"Second sister, you have to eat well to get well." The door curtain was lifted, and then two little guys broke in.

"Second sister, eat." The younger one said.

"Zhi'er, I want to call you aunt." Lin Zige looked at his nephew helplessly and corrected him again.

Little Baozi watched helplessly, but did not change his words, "Sister."

Lin Ziyin looked at the little guy funny, and then said to Lin Zige, "Sister, I will do it myself."

"Can it be done?"

"It can work." Lin Ziyin nodded and said.

"Then be careful." Lin Zige handed her the rice bowl and gave her a white steamed bun.

Lin Ziyin took a look at the rice bowl and found that the rice in the bowl was still not too thick. When she saw the white steamed buns, she was slightly stunned. In the fused memory, she knew that the Lin family now had three meals a day and had not eaten rice or white noodles for a long time.

Where did the rice and flour in her hand come from?

"Second sister, eat." Lin Changting urged her.

Lin Yanzhi looked at the white steamed bun in her hand with some envy, and then tried hard to look away, "Second sister, eat."