Lin Qingran said word by word: "He knelt down to my mother's grave step by step. The three sacrifices were complete and she was asked to wear sackcloth and mourn for three days to make amends to my mother."
The person has been offended anyway, so he might as well do it more thoroughly. Lin Qingran doesn't mind tossing Hua Meimei hard.
Dugulin took a breath. He really didn't expect that he would meet such a cruel little girl today. First he wanted to beat her up and kill her, and now she made such harsh demands.
Hua Meimei seemed to be frightened and hurriedly pulled Dugulin's sleeves, crying: "Second cousin...I, I can't live. I know I was wrong, but I can't live anymore."
Her big eyes filled with crystal tears became more and more beautiful in the mist of water. She looked at someone so pitifully, relied on someone so weakly and helplessly, and begged someone with tears in her eyes.
That graceful posture, that softness, even steel can be melted by it, turning it into softness that wraps around your fingers.
Dugulin felt a little softer when he looked at Hua Meimei like this. That's all. After all, she was a young lady from the Hua family. Could he really not care about her?
Besides, call him cousin. If he doesn't care, how can he be called cousin?
Although I don't want to get into trouble with Miss Lin, Miss Lin's behavior is really too much. Hua Meimei's inappropriate words and insult to the deceased Mrs. Lin should indeed be punished, but it doesn't need to be so harsh!
Since the good words didn't work, he immediately darkened his face: "Miss Lin, when you see someone speaking in a disrespectful manner, you have to be merciful and merciful. My second cousin made a mistake when she was out of breath and spoke inappropriately. However,
He didn't deserve to be tortured like this.
You are also the daughter of a daughter who has not left the court. Why don't you think about it. If she walked to Mrs. Lin's grave in three steps, how would she have the face to see anyone in the future, and who would dare to marry her? Isn't it true of you?
Do you want to ruin her life's happiness?"
Dugulin's voice became colder and his eyes became darker: "I am trying to persuade you, and I hope that Miss Lin will be kind to you, but Miss Lin insists on using my cousin's reputation to fulfill your filial piety. Although I am heartbroken, I cannot ignore my brothers and sisters.
The feeling of royalty.”
He raised his eyes and looked at Lin Qingran: "I will ask the second young lady today, what will the second young lady plan if the king does not obey?"
Lin Qingran took a deep look at Dugu Lin: "Since Miss Hua Er is not willing to keep it private, then let's keep it private! Although I am ignorant, I also know that there is a Jingyang Bell at the entrance of the palace. At worst, I will hold up my mother's bell
For the memorial tablet, just ring the Jingyang Bell."
"How can that be done?" Lin Qingyin said disapprovingly: "Mother is not yours alone. If you are going to ring the Jingyang Bell to express your regret for mother, how can you leave me behind, sister?"
At this time, Lin Qingyin also thought clearly. If she wanted to wash away the dirty water on Mrs. Lin's body, she would not be able to live in peace by hiding it, but she would have to spread the matter.
Just like a pustule on the body, you always hide it, and if you don't squeeze it out, the wound will never heal. Only squeeze it out once and bleed. Although it hurts, it can heal the wound.
"You...you...are going to ring the Jingyang Bell?"
Dugu Lin was vomiting blood out of breath, but Prime Minister Lin was so frightened that his face was almost pale, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and his whole body was shaky, as if it was difficult to even stand.
What kind of sin did he commit in his life to give birth to these two masters who are not afraid of heaven and earth?
They are not his daughters, they are simply his ancestors, ancestors who cannot afford to offend!