The next day was the anniversary of Lan Huijuan's death. Before dawn, Grandma Li urged the three of them to get up and rush to Qinglian Temple, twenty miles outside the city, to pay homage to Lan Huijuan.

Aunt Li prepared food for the three of them and took them with them on the way.

Ling Yu dressed Ling Yue, and the four of them carried their things and walked out. Only then did Grandma Li remember that she was only shopping yesterday and forgot to book a carriage.

Aunt Li handed the things to Ling Xin and said anxiously: "You guys wait here for me, I'll go to the car dealership to call for a taxi!"

Ling Yu asked strangely: "Isn't there a carriage in the house?"

Aunt Li made a sad face: "The stable will not prepare a carriage for us without the prince's instructions!"

"How will you know if you don't try!"

Ling Yu remembered that Ling Yue had some friendship with Bi Haifeng, the stable manager, and said as soon as she rolled her eyes.

"Yueyue, please accompany Grandma Li! We will just pay for it!"

Ling Yue agreed bluntly, and took Nanny Li's hand and walked in.

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Ling Yu didn't wait for a while, the carriage pulled Ling Yue out of the side door, and the driver was Bi Haifeng.

This was the first time that Ling Yu saw Bi Haifeng. She saw that he was in his forties, with a dark complexion and his eyes half covered by a hat. Only the exposed corners of his lips were covered with wrinkles.

Ling Yu heard from Granny Li that Bi Haifeng had injured his right hand, so the school captain stopped doing anything and asked himself to go to the stable to raise horses.

Maybe he can’t hold the sword, he’s useless if he follows him, and he’s often drunk!

Ling Yu thought of this and subconsciously looked at his hands.

Bi Haifeng's left hand held the reins, and his right hand symbolically held the whip. His fingers were the same as those of ordinary people. From the looks of it, the upper end of his arm must have been injured.

"Thank you Uncle Bi!"

Ling Yu got into the carriage with the help of Ling Xin. Bi Haifeng waited for Ling Xin to also get into the carriage and then drove off.

Ling Yu was grateful to Bi Haifeng for giving Ling Yue face, so they followed him on this trip without any embarrassment.

She lifted up the front curtain and asked: "Uncle Bi, I know some medical skills. I heard from grandma that you injured your hand. If you don't mind, let me take a look at it when you get back! Maybe, I can make your hand return to its original state!"

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"Thank you, no need!" Bi Haifeng, like Xiao Lintian, cherishes words like gold.

Ling Yu was not discouraged. She felt the condition of Bi Haifeng's right hand and found that there was some pain when he exerted force, so he said.

"Uncle Bi's hand should still feel pain. This proves that the nerves have not been completely damaged. As long as he is treated properly, he will definitely be able to recover as before!"

"Uncle Bi, have you heard about the grudge between me and Qiu Hao? My heart was broken by him, didn't I come out of it well?"

"Uncle Bi, think about it. If you want to treat it, you can come to me!"

Bi Haifeng frowned slightly, remembering the rumors in Tianfu a few days ago, and his heart moved.

But looking at his right hand that he couldn't use any force, the light in his eyes dimmed again.

How can it be possible to be cured after such a long time!

After Ling Yu finished ordering, she stopped trying to persuade him and asked Ling Yue to bring some food to Bi Haifeng, and then shared breakfast with Aunt Li and the others.

They got up too early, and the four of them fell into a drowsy sleep under the jolts of the carriage.

When we arrived at Qinglian Temple, the sun came out. The carriage couldn't get on, so the four of us had to get off and walk up.

Qinglian Temple is built on the middle of the mountain. From a distance, it looks majestic and majestic, with soaring eaves, ancient cypresses and ginkgo trees along the road, making it elegant and quiet.

Ling Yu asked a little strangely: "Mommy, why is my mother buried here? Doesn't the Ling family have its own cemetery?"

Large families in ancient times had their own ancestral tombs. Lan Huijuan was Ling Xiangsheng's first wife, so she should be buried in the Ling family's ancestral tombs!

When Grandma Li heard this, she shook her head and said, "Miss, you have forgotten that before your mother died, she specifically told the old marquis that she did not want to be buried in the Ling family's ancestral grave, but in Qinglian Temple.

"She said that she could see her hometown from here. She could not go back while she was alive. She hoped that her soul could return to her hometown!"

Ling Yu thought of Lan Huijuan's mysterious hairpin and asked again: "Mommy, is there no one else in my mother's family?"

Aunt Li gave her a resentful look and then said: "You also have a grandfather who used to be the prime minister in the court. Later he resigned and went to Zhangzhou. However, he has lost contact in the past few years. I don't know if he is still there.

In this world!"

Ling Yu felt guilty when she saw her. This must be because she insisted on marrying Xiao Lintian by any means, which made her grandfather angry, so he broke off the relationship with her like the old Marquis!


Chapter completed!