On New Year's Eve, the senior brothers of the Qianbian Sect held a huge bonfire New Year banquet on the martial arts training ground within the sect.

This is of course Lin Feilu’s idea.

Many of the disciples of the Qianbian Sect are orphans, who grow up in sects and their families. On the day when the family reunites, their relatives are only brothers and sisters. The masters who practice knives live too roughly. In previous years, the chefs cooked a few tables of dishes, and everyone ate and drank casually. After eating, they went back to their room to sleep, and there was no atmosphere of the New Year.

After Lin Feilu came, she took Song Jinglan and Lin Zhanyuan to the downtown area to buy New Year's goods. She bought hundreds of lanterns and hundreds of window paintings like a wholesaler. In the end, she couldn't even take them. She asked the little fat man from the village to go back to report the message and notified the senior brothers on Qinshan to help transport the goods.

The day before the Chinese New Year, hundreds of disciples did not practice knives for the first time, hanging lanterns with lanterns and pasting window flowers with window flowers, so the entire Qianbian School became very happy.

Lin Feilu communicated with the senior brothers in the Paizhong cooking class, letting them understand the essence of the bonfire dinner, and then happily selected the ingredients.

To be honest, she has been greedy for the roasted wild boar for many years.

The wild boar grew up again and was once again locked by human greedy eyes. He immediately buried his green-faced and fanged head into the bushes, revealing only a trembling butt.

Lin Feilu stood outside the fence and swallowed for a while, then turned around and asked Lin Zhanyuan regretfully: "Can you really not eat it?"

For the first time, Lin Zhanyuan refuted his sister so firmly, and yelled with his waist on his back: "You can't eat Dahei!"

Lin Feilu sighed: "Oh, okay, then I can only eat some roasted pork belly."

Lin Zhanyuan nodded in agreement, looking serious: "You can eat flowers! I'll go pick flowers for my sister!"

So Lin Feilu received a handful of wild flowers.

Wild boars can't be eaten, and domestic poultry are not bad. The seniors in the cooking class have prepared everything, cut vegetables, fruits and meat into categories and put them on the racks. Lin Feilu personally made several pots of barbecue sauce. Although it lacked some cumin flavor, it was still good overall.

As the sky was getting dark, a huge bonfire was lit on the martial arts field, and the flames rushed upwards, making this winter night warm and bright.

Lin Feilu had secretly discussed with Yan Xin before and found some disciples to rehearse the program. Of course, he couldn't sing and dance. However, more than a dozen people stood in a square formation and performed the Thousand-Blade Sword Technique, which was still very interesting.

We have never had such a New Year. Not only were we barbecue and drink, but we also watched the show. We had fun in the end, but we also took the initiative to come forward to perform the show.

Lin Ting was also pushed out by Lin Feilu to blow a flute under everyone's cheers. The quiet sound of the flute was heard in the bustling noise, just like the pure land that everyone still retains in their hearts when they walk on the fireworks in the world.

Lin Feilu drank a few glasses of wine and was roasted by a bonfire. Her cheeks looked red. She found that Song Jinglan's hand was a little cold, so she pulled his hand and pressed it on her face, and asked him with a smile: "Is it warm?"

Her skin was tender, and every time he tried to force it, there were red marks. There were many calluses in his palms. His palm pressed against her cheeks and did not move. He only raised his thumbs slightly and stroked her thick eyelashes: "Warm, how many drinks have you drunk?"

Lin Feilu thought about it, reached out and compared three fingers, but said, "Four cups!"

Song Jinglan held back his smile: "How many more can I drink?"

Lin Feilu was very arrogant: "Don't you know I have a nickname called Qiangu Buzhuo!" She plucked her cheeks as Song Jinglan looked at her with a smile: "Do you don't believe it!"

Song Jinglan said: "I believe it."

Lin Feilu refused to give in: "You clearly have three words written on your face that I don't believe it! No, I must prove it to you!"

She let go of his hand and ran to pour wine.

Yan Xin said straightforwardly, "She is already drunk."

Lin Feilu, who was drunk and unconscious, drank three more glasses of wine before she was completely fainted. She fell into Song Jinglan's arms and pulled his collar and hummed.

He smiled and repeated: "No one drunk with a thousand cups?"

She was so drunk that she knew to refute him, and said angrily: "The wine here is not good! I won't get drunk with a thousand cocktails!"

Many people were drunk on the bonfire site, but no one went back to sleep because everyone made an appointment to stay together. The disciples kept adding firewood to set up fires. The bonfire became bigger and bigger, and the surroundings were hot. In addition, they all drank a lot of wine, but they were not cold at all.

Lin Feilu curled up in Song Jinglan's arms and slept for a while.

The surroundings were noisy, and the old men who had drunk too much were loud and laughing and disturbing the night. But she slept very peacefully in his arms, as if she was with him, no matter where she was.

After midnight, a disciple rang the bronze bell prepared in advance by Lin Feilu.

She opened her eyes in a daze as the bell rang, and saw the person who looked down at her at first sight.

Seeing her wake up, a smile filled his gentle eyes.

Lin Feilu reached up and he cooperated to lower his head. She hugged his neck, raised her body slightly, kissed the corner of his lips, and said happily: "Happy New Year, this is the first New Year we have together."

Song Jinglan pressed her forehead with a gentle smile: "Well, we will have a lot of New Years together in the future."

The half-drunk and half-awake Lin Feilu jumped out of his arms, picked up the wine jar next to him and sang her teeth and claws: "Wake up! Get up and have fun!"

The bonfire dinner was rushing until early in the morning. When it was dawn, everyone helped each other and dragged back to their rooms.

Song Jinglan carried Lin Feilu all the way back to the room. She smelled of alcohol and smoked barbecue. He first put the person on the bed, and then went out to burn hot water to bathe her.

Qinshan, which had been in trouble all night, seemed extremely quiet at this moment. The huge Thousand Blade Sect could only hear the sound of birds in the mountains.

Worried that she would catch a cold, he waited for the carbon stove in the house to burn before carrying the person out of the quilt. Lin Feilu lay softly in his arms, allowing him to help her take off her clothes and soak it in the water.

Song Jinglan stood aside with his cuffs rolled up and gently wiped her body with a towel. She was like a naughty child, half sitting in the water, squinted her eyes and flicked water on him with her fingers.

He smiled and grabbed the restless hands, "Stop making trouble, just go to bed after washing."

Lin Feilu looked at him drunk, suddenly smiled like a bad thing, and his little hand pulled his collar and said softly, "Song Jinglan, I want--"

He paused and touched her head helplessly: "Be good, it'll be fine soon."

Before he could take his hand back from her head, he heard the girl in the water say again: "Husband, I want--"

Song Jinglan was silent.

Then he fished the person out of the water.

The sunrise gradually leaps over the hills, and the morning light sparsely penetrates the room through the windows.

His chest was pressed against her sweaty back and lay behind her ear and asked, "Do you want it?"

The person who committed suicide was crying: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, let me go to bed wuwu..."

This New Year is extremely enjoyable and exhausting.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the villagers at the foot of Qinshan began to visit relatives from house to house. The folk New Year is always more lively and colorful than the palace.

Because of Lin Ting's governance, the lives of the local people are getting better and better. Everyone respects this gentle King of Qi, and each family sends gifts to the royal palace. Eats made by their own homes or clothes sewn by novices are not valuable items, they are better in their hearts.

Lin Feilu plays around with Lin Zhanyuan every day.

He has lived here for so long, and he has traveled all over the mountains and down the mountains, and he is already a child king. Local people know his identity and also know that he is a fool, but the people here are simple and Lin Zhanyuan is handsome and cute, and everyone likes him.

Lin Feilu walked along the way, watching him greet everyone, and to respond to him with a smile. He regarded everyone as a relative, and everyone treated him as a child.

It is her greatest wish that he can always be pure and happy.

A few days later, Lin Feilu carried Song Jinglan's bag of marbles and followed Lin Zhanyuan to play marbles with the children in the dam at the entrance of the village, which would inevitably win back all the dignity that Xiao Song lost!

A long road extending out from the foot of the mountain comes a long journey.

The dark horse that was leading the way was sitting a man in a rich and fur. Lin Feilu Fu was in his heart and stood on the stone mill platform and looked at her, waving her hand. The people on the dark horse seemed to see her, and kicked her legs and ran over with their hooves.

As he ran closer and closer, after passing through the heavy building, Lin Feilu heard a familiar voice: "Little Deer!"

She stood on the stone mill platform and smiled and waving, "Brother Jingyuan!"

Lin Jingyuan ran closer, and slammed the reins. The horse neighed and raised its front hooves. He had already jumped off the horse's back and headed straight for her: "Little Deer! Ahhh Little Deer!"

Lin Feilu smiled so hard: "Brother Jingyuan, calm down."

Lin Jingyuan: "No! I can't calm down! Are you okay?! Are you eating well there? Are you sleeping well? Are you doing well? I heard you are the queen?! Are there any beauties in the harem bullying you?! Is the Queen Mother of Song good to you?"

A series of questions were smashed, but Lin Feilu didn't even bother to answer them.

She looked at the squad of carriages that were approaching: "Who else is here?"

Lin Jingyuan also kept it a secret: "You will know in a while!"

Lin Feilu had a vague guess in her heart, and led Lin Zhanyuan to run forward. The carriage stopped in front of the Chonglou. The one who jumped down first was a lively girl. She screamed and rushed into her arms: "Fifth Sister! Ahhhhh Fifth Sister! Weiwei misses you so much!"

Lin Feilu looked at her in disbelief: "Why are you taller than me?"

Lin Wei: "Hehe."

Lin Feilu: “…………”

asphyxia!!!

The two sisters were still reminiscing about the past, and two women who were dressed in a simple manner but could not hide their beauty were walked down the carriage behind them. Lin Feilu heard a choked voice behind her: "Lu'er, Yuan'er."

Lin Feilu and Lin Zhanyuan ran over at the same time: "Mom!"

Xiao Lan's face was full of tears, and she hugged a child with one hand, and she burst into tears for a while.

Su Ping, who was standing next to her, comforted her indifferently, as before: "When I see the child, I should be happy, why should I cry?"

Lin Wei said: "Mom, just let Concubine Lan cry, she has been holding it all the way!"

Xiao Lan cried and laughed, and then wiped her tears.

Their arrival gave Lin Feilu the biggest surprise.

The letter was sent to the capital by Lin Ting before the New Year. On the day Lin Feilu came, he asked someone to send it out. I thought it would take some time, but I didn't expect that Lin Jingyuan, who received the letter, could not wait to bring the person.

Now Xiao Lan is the concubine, and she lives in the palace garden with the concubines of the late emperor. Because of Lin Feilu, Lin Qing treats her particularly preferentially. She has several sisters who are really close to her, and Su Ping is one of them. When she went out to see her daughter this time, Lin Wei also clamored to come. Su Ping thought that she had not left the palace for many years, so she also followed her.

Lin Nianzhiben also wanted to come together, but because she was pregnant, she could not travel far, so she could only ask Lin Wei to bring a letter to Xiao Wu, which also included a string of super complicated nine series. She said in her heart that her mind became dull after she became pregnant, and she really couldn't solve the nine series. She asked Lin Feilu to untie before leaving, and then let Lin Wei take it back to her.

In addition to Lin Nianzhi, Lin Qing, Si Miaoran, and Mu Tingyun, many others brought her things.

Everyone is thinking about her.
To be continued...