"Okay, it worked, hahaha..."
Lin Jinyang raised his eyebrows, looked up to the sky and smiled: "From now on, my young master will be a fairy who calls wind and rain."
"Xiao Liu has to harp again."
All the brothers didn't look at him, they turned their heads in unison, not looking at him.
"Get out of the way, don't get in the way."
As the eldest brother, Lin Jinyun shook his head helplessly, and pushed him aside with a smile, giving up his seat in front of the table.
Lin Jinlong jokingly smiled: "Fourth brother, it's your turn."
"Um."
Lin Jinyun smiled lightly, and put his hand on the spirit-testing stone.
Immediately, the spirit stone reacted, showing the same three colors of white, yellow and green.
"Hahaha, brother, we are the same brother."
Lin Jinyang was as excited as a child, jumping up and down with his own brother in his arms.
"Congratulations, brothers, you have successfully bred spiritual roots."
Lin Qingluo was overjoyed and full of pride: "In this life, we brothers and sisters will work together to build a unique family of cultivating immortals from scratch, and become the true patron saint of Fengqi Kingdom and an unshakable mainstay."
"good!"
All Lin Jiaerlang cheered with enthusiasm.
*
The snowflakes are still falling one after another, falling on the pavilions, eaves and window sills. At a glance, it looks like a pure and innocent world of ice and snow.
Wrapped in a thick cloak, Lin Qingluo walked back to the small courtyard where she lived alone, stepping on the knee-deep snow.
"Crack."
Tiger Nao poked out a small head from her arms, looked at the familiar flower garden, jumped up, landed on the ground, and stepped on snowflakes to have fun in the yard.
"Miss, you are finally back."
Zizhu heard the weak roar of the tiger's brain, raised the door curtain and took a look into the yard. Seeing that it was the young lady, her eyes turned red immediately, and she rushed over at a trot.
"Run slowly, the snow is slippery, be careful of falling."
"Miss, Zizhu misses you so much, I can dream of Miss at night."
Zi Zhu hugged the young lady whom she was thinking of, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
"Hehe, what dreams did you have?"
Lin Qingluo was amused, and joked: "It's not a nightmare, is it? I dreamed that your young lady was unlucky and fell into the abyss?"
"Bah bah bah."
Zizhu was startled, and hastily let go of her arms, spat three mouthfuls of saliva in a row, slapped her heart and muttered: "It's fine if you pee it off, it won't come true."
"hehe."
Lin Qingluo was amused by her startled appearance, and smiled happily.
The clear and melodious laughter like silver bells lingered in the small courtyard, alarming everyone.
"Miss is back."
One after another, maidservants and mother-in-law ran out of the room through the snow and surrounded her.
"Miss."
Wei Shumin was among them, squeezed into the middle, with tears in his eyes.
"Miss Ruhan is here."
Lin Qingluo held Wei Shumin's cold little hand, and before he had time to express his emotion, there were slight footsteps in his ears.
A little maid poked her head to look behind her, her eyes lit up when she saw who was coming.
Lin Qingluo followed the prestige, and sure enough, she saw A Ruhan, accompanied by two maids, holding an umbrella, walking slowly into the small courtyard.
"Sister Qingluo."
When Ah Ruhan saw her looking at her, her thick and long eyelashes flickered a few times, revealing a bit shy.
"Sister Ruhan, it's snowing so hard, why are you here?"
Lin Qingluo was kind and generous, and returned a sweet smile.
"I have no acquaintances in the mansion. The only person I can talk to is my sister."
A Ruhan's eyes dimmed for a moment, and she approached with an umbrella.
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