Marry the Flower of the High Mountain and His Brother

When she was fifteen years old, Yin Luchun married her sweetheart. The other party is Ling Youzhi, the eldest son of the Ling family. Ling You's nature is like white jade, her divine appearance is noble, she is devoted to Buddha, and she only marries her to prolong her life. After getting married, the ancient Buddha of Green Lantern never had a different relationship. Fortunately, he was a noble character, respected her and pitied her. Although there is no love between men and women, she is still content with it. She takes good care of his family and is praised by everyone for her medical skills. At the age of sixteen, Yin Liuchun died unexpectedly. When he opened his eyes again, it was raining heavily and corpses were scattered all around him. The thin girl was wearing a thin white dress, with water drops dripping down her eyelashes. When I was at a loss, I suddenly heard someone mention a name, Ling Xuezhou. Ling Xuezhou? Is it the Ling Xuezhou she knows? Her husband's biological brother? Ling Er in his memory is a monster that everyone avoids. The young man has frosty hair, delicate facial features, and a surly personality. The front legs pushed the clan leader into the lotus pond, and the hind legs were imprisoned in the backyard and beaten half to death. That night she tiptoed, pushed open the half-open door, and saw a fifteen-year-old boy lying in a pool of blood with his eyes open. Because of her admiration for her brother, the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake sent by Aiwujiwu was knocked over by the young man. "Who wants you to pretend to be kind?" Yin and yang, cold and lonely, with a pair of dark eyes as alert as a wolf cub. After being taken to a military camp, Yin Liuchun sat in the corner and waited anxiously. The hem of her skirt was muddy. She clenched and loosened it, and then loosened it and clenched it again. The curtains were opened, and the armor shone coldly. A tall and handsome young man stood at the door. His hair was like snow and his eyebrows were as sharp as knives. All the generals in the tent knelt down and saluted. He couldn't see anyone, he just stared at her and murmured with tears in his sleep: "Sister-in-law..." Twenty-five-year-old Ling Xueshou, the barbarians fled at night when they heard his name, and abandoned their armor when they saw his flag. The young man has frosty hair and a Wu hook hanging from his waist. He has not suffered a defeat in ten years. Twenty-five-year-old Ling Xuezhou knelt in front of her sixteen-year-old sister-in-law, and her eyes suddenly turned red. After realizing that he had arrived ten years later, in order to avoid being hunted down, Yin Liuchun had to pretend to be a couple with her brother-in-law and return to the Ling family under a new identity. On the day she met Ling You again, Yin Liuchun hid behind the screen and secretly looked at her sweetheart ten years later. Sure enough, he became a monk. Practice with your hair and monk's robes on your body. Ten years have left almost no trace on his face, and he still has that cold and dusty look. He was just a lot weaker. He could barely speak a few words before coughing lightly. Occasionally, he coughed up blood, but he calmly wiped it away with a handkerchief. He invited her to stay at Ling's house for a while, cooking, tea, and hairpins for her with his own hands, his movements as gentle as coaxing a young child. Yin Liuchun tightened his grip on the He Li Shu in his sleeve. She thought: cure his disease, repay this kindness, and then practice medicine to help the world. What she doesn't know is—— Every night late at night, this powerful widower, who had a life and death and was half a king, would look at his face carefully in the mirror. Smooth the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, push back his black temples, put on the clothes that best complement his radiance, and go see his adorable little wife. - Small Theater That day, Yin Liuchun left He Lishu behind and left quietly. Unaware of it, the man behind him slowly took off the Buddhist beads from his wrist and threw them into the brazier. The firelight reflected his face, and there was a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, which looked like a demon but not a Buddha. Halfway through her journey, she suddenly heard her brothers arguing and turned back to listen. The Buddha, who had always been compassionate and self-possessed, lost control of his voice, revealing a harsh side that she had never seen before: "When she brought me soup and called me husband, you were just a little beast with no hair." And the brother-in-law who always respects etiquette and honors her in front of her, sneered sinisterly: "When you had her, you were worshiping your Buddha. But I didn't even dare to call her by her nickname... Now that she's back, I can finally miss her openly." - The Flowers of the High Mountains under the Altar + Sister-in-Law Literature Purpose: No need to prove to others that you are important