Zhang Lingxiu watched as Lin's mother walked out of the room, and asked Lin Zhan curiously, "Husband, are the women of the Qing Qiu fox tribe really that beautiful?"
"They are really beautiful. Wait, wife, what did you just call me?" Lin Zhan had just finished saying beautiful and then realized Zhang Lingxiu's address to him.
"I called you husband, what else would I call you? Setting aside the engagement our grandfather made for us, we've been together like this so many times. Don't you like it?" Zhang Lingxiu said in a娇声 (jiāo shēng - sweet and tender voice), her eyes full of affection.
"Heh heh, I do, I really do. Wait for me, wife. When we get home, I'll have my mom give you our family heirloom." Lin Zhan said with a silly grin.
"Right, husband, my mother gave me a gift. Do you want to see it?" As she spoke, Zhang Lingxiu took out a golden pair of scissors less than a foot long from her personal space. It looked like a miniature version of the one An Rongrong used to chase Zhang Zhen.
Lin Zhan was confused and said, "Wife, what does this mean?"
Zhang Lingxiu looked at the carved wooden pillar beside the bed, which was as thick as a thumb. She placed the scissors on it and instantly cut it in half. Then, she looked at Lin Zhan tenderly and said, "My mother is from the An family, so she naturally knows some surgical procedures like amputations. These scissors are for that purpose. By the way, husband, has your wound healed?" As she spoke, she began to touch Lin Zhan's wound while opening and closing the scissors with a clicking sound.
Lin Zhan felt a chill run through his entire body and stammered, "It will heal with rest. I can only be at ease if my wife takes care of me. No one else could even imagine it."
"Husband, don't worry, taking care of you is my duty. By the way, what were you saying about the women of Qing Qiu?" The gentler Zhang Lingxiu became, the more Lin Zhan felt an icy chill.
"Uh, although the women of Qing Qiu are beautiful, they are far from being as beautiful as my wife. Let me put it this way, my wife is on the same level as our Ancestral Grandmother. How can they compare to those common beauties?"
"Come, wife, let's take another nap. As for this... hmm, let's put away this surgical tool for now. It's bad luck to have something sharp and pointed on the bed. Hmm, yes, it's bad luck." Only after seeing Zhang Lingxiu put the scissors back into her space did Lin Zhan dare to embrace her and lie down again. The journey of two thousand miles, coupled with his injuries, had indeed tired him out. He was soon snoring.
Listening to his snores, Zhang Lingxiu opened her eyes again, looking mischievously at the sleeping Lin Zhan, and whispered, "Little brat, your sister can still handle you."
Then, she smiled happily and found a comfortable position in Lin Zhan's arms, falling into a deep sleep.
Just as Lin Zhan was sleeping contentedly in his wife's embrace, outside the He family manor, at the helipad, aircraft from various places were landing one after another.
Jiang Zheng, Xiao Hanyi, Zhang Cong, Leng Shan, the Zhang Hao brothers, Ying Xuan, Bai Zhanlong, Meng Gang, and all the other Huaxia seed members had arrived.
"Er Zhuang, where is Da Zhuang? And what happened to Old Lin? He was fine when we parted a few days ago. How did he get so severely injured?" everyone gathered in the courtyard where He Dazhuang lived. Jiang Zheng, as the strategist, asked first.
"My elder brother went to prepare the funeral. Old Lin was already very seriously injured when he arrived yesterday. He couldn't walk on his own." Er Zhuang's thought process was always peculiar. If he came with crutches, he definitely couldn't walk.
Zhang Haoran said directly, "I have already asked my master's uncle for the Life-Extending Elixir from the Tianshi Mansion. Where is Old Lin?"
Ying Xuan added, "I have also brought the Qin King's Seal of our ancestors. It contains the nourishment of the Huaxia Dragon Soul and a wisp of destiny power, which can be used to preserve Old Lin's life."
"Please put them all down, place everything here. The mourning hall will be set up in this room." He Dazhuang's voice came from outside the courtyard. Then, many people from the funeral service entered.
He Dazhuang looked at everyone present, his eyes moist with tears, and said, "Brothers, you've all arrived."
Seeing He Dazhuang's demeanor and arrangements, everyone was shocked. Jiang Zheng found it difficult to speak, "Da Zhuang, Old Lin... Old Lin couldn't be..."
He Dazhuang's voice was hoarse as he replied, "Not yet. After he came back this morning, he has been in Sister Lingxiu's room and hasn't come out."
"Hiss, then how did Uncle Lin and the others arrange it? Is Old Lin really beyond saving? And did Ancestor Di Xin and Ancestor Yan say anything about Old Lin?" Jiang Zheng's mind was still relatively clear.
"When Old Lin arrived yesterday, he was injured and came with double crutches. My father-in-law examined him personally. Could there be a mistake? We asked, but my father-in-law just shook his head."
"Later, Second Grandfather and Uncle Lin took Old Lin to the Lin family ancestral land overnight to see Ancestor Di Xin. They returned this morning."
"Aunt Lin and Aunt Zhen started crying, and then Aunt Lin shouted 'Zhan'er' and ran into Old Lin's room." He Dazhuang perfectly recounted the scene of Lin Zhan's arrival yesterday, but he had not noticed that An's father and the elders had said "pulled a muscle." Su Dan Novel Network.
"Yesterday, as soon as I heard the news, I asked Er Zhuang to contact you. Seeing the situation was bad this morning, I urged you to come again. Uncle Lin and Grandfather Zhen were not at home, and I was afraid it would be too late, so I prepared these."
"Where did Uncle Lin and the others go? How could he leave at a time like this? Could it be to find rescue for Old Lin?" the others asked suspiciously.
"No, a few days ago, the Ten Thousand Races Church attacked again. My Fourth Grandfather and Grandfather Zhen repelled them, killing one lord and capturing another. After interrogation, we learned that the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Races Church is in Fusang, and quasi-kings of various races have already infiltrated Fusang, preparing to launch a pincer attack on Huaxia."
"Later, the ancestors decided to attack the little Japanese in Fusang and personally ordered the Lin family to mobilize troops. Uncle Lin and Grandfather Zhen went to gather troops, and the two grandfathers of the Lin family will also participate in the war. Only a few women will be left to handle Old Lin's funeral. That's why I prepared all this in advance."
Upon hearing this, everyone was filled with grief and tears. Ying Xuan said, "As fellow descendants of human kings, I am inferior to Old Lin. The Ying family is inferior to the Lin family."
Zhang Haoran also nodded, "The Lin family is truly a loyal family. Grand Elder Lin Tian died in battle, Lin Zhan's two uncles died in battle, and now, for the sake of war, even the Lin family's sole heir has passed away. The men of the Lin family could not be by his side. Huaxia is indebted to the Lin family."
At this moment, the voice of the funeral staff came, "Young masters, how should we write the name?"
Zhang Haoran took the brush and said, "I will write it."
As expected of someone from the Tianshi Mansion who practiced calligraphy, Zhang Haoran's brushwork was vigorous and powerful, like a dragon in flight. The inscription read: "Huaxia Hero, Great Master Lin's Legacy Endures for Eternity."