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Chapter 105 Let me tell you a story about The Legend of Zhen Huan, really!

"Master, don't be afraid. I am always here with you."

For some reason, Liu Li repeated this sentence in a solemn tone, as if he was taking an oath.

He probably guessed that Lin Zhihe was afraid.

Not to mention that she didn't even recognize the tablets in this house, even if they were really her ancestors, she would still be scared.

Even Liu Li could guess what was happening, but Lin Yingchen mercilessly locked her up in this small dark room.

"Master, please talk to me. Tell me something." There was a pleading tone in his voice.

I need to say something to distract myself.

There is a saying that goes “Don’t turn your back to your enemy”, and now she is turning her back to the ancestors of the original owner.

This directly caused her back to feel cold, numb and tingling, as if ants were crawling on it.

The next second a hand would reach out and pat her shoulder.

But she is more afraid of the positive side...she can only choose the lesser of two evils.

One ancestral hall is worth ten horror movies. If she travels back to the modern era, she will stage an ancestral hall escape, replicating the layout of the Lin family ancestral hall one-to-one, and let them escape.

No, no, quickly divert your attention.

Lin Zhihe forced himself to focus on Liu Li.

"Hey, let me tell you the story of Legend of Zhen Huan." Lin Zhihe racked his brains and came up with this topic.

I don’t know if it was the sound of the wind or Liu Li’s gentle sigh.

"Master, the story of the True Ring that you told has been widely circulated in the harem, and everyone knows this story." After saying this, Liu Li laughed twice.

Speaking of this, Lin Zhihe felt a little guilty. The version that was "widely circulated" in the harem was greatly modified by the sponsor, and it was completely different from the original story.

A modern person has to submit to the sponsor, the Queen, and she is submissive in every sense of the word.

"This version is wrong. What I am going to tell you is the real version."

The only fun of time travel is probably that you can influence the world, but unfortunately, she has caused a bad impact on the world.

The thought that the "True Huan Chuan" he fabricated had been passed down from generation to generation in the Great Xia Dynasty was an additional crime.

Telling Liu Li would be considered as correcting this mistake.

"Okay, Master, go ahead and I'll listen."

Lin Zhihe had actually forgotten which part he had adapted, so he started from the beginning.

She tried to raise her voice as much as possible, on the one hand so that Liu Li outside the door could hear her clearly, and on the other hand to give herself courage.

It would be even better if it could scare away the ancestors, demons, ghosts, etc. in the house.

"At this time, Concubine Qi suddenly reported to the Empress that Zhen Huan's child was not the Emperor's." Lin Zhihe told the story slowly, like a stream of flowing water.

The main reason was that she was really tired, the kind of tiredness that comes from high concentration. Her mind was blank and numb.

"What should we do? Is Zhen Huan dead?" a rough voice came.

The sudden appearance of the voice made Lin Zhihe feel more alert.

The owner of the voice was not Liu Li, and Liu Li would not ask such a stupid question.

He should be the servant who guards her, a servant of the Lin Mansion.

Seeing that Lin Zhihe didn't speak for a long time, the voice urged anxiously: "Miss San, Miss San, please tell me quickly, has this matter been exposed?"

Lin Zhihe could imagine this scene. A tall and strong man was standing outside the door, rubbing his hands constantly and scratching his head anxiously, just to listen to the story of "Empresses in the Palace".

As expected, classics are classics. Not to mention transcending time, they are still loved by people even across dynasties.

Not wanting to keep the audience in suspense, Lin Zhihe quickly continued his story.

She could feel that more and more people were listening to the story outside the door, and the noise outside the door was becoming louder and louder.

"What time is it now?" Lin Zhihe suddenly asked.

"Miss Third, it's just the second watch."

Second update, it’s already midnight.

After asking about the time, Lin Zhihe continued. Although his mind was not clear now, he had watched the TV series hundreds of times after all, so he didn't need to use his brain at all.

When they talked about Mei Zhuang's death, faint sobbing sounds were heard from outside the door.

Cried?

Who is crying? Is it Liu Li?

Lin Zhihe didn't know who was crying, so he could only put his ear against the door and try to judge by the sound.

But the door panels were too thick and the distances were too far to make them out.

When the crying stopped a little, Lin Zhihe began to continue speaking.

Talk about the white cloth hanging on the lintel of Meizhuang's Suiyuxuan, the flags carried by the servants in the palace, and the paper money blowing in the wind...

In short, she has started talking nonsense.

Outside the house, the crying that had just stopped became even louder...

There was no way, she had to wait until these people finished crying before she could talk.

She leaned her upper body against the door, just waiting quietly.

When she opened her eyes again, the sky was already turning pale and the wind had stopped.

Lin Zhihe stretched his stiff shoulders and yawned.

"Master is awake?" A soft voice came from outside the door immediately.

It’s Liu Li.

"Wake up." Lin Zhihe yawned again.

I actually stayed in the ancestral hall for the whole night.

She stayed in the ancestral hall all night, and Liu Li stayed with her all night. If it weren't for Liu Li, she couldn't imagine how she would have spent the dark and windy night like yesterday.

According to the logic of the TV series, hanging in the ancestral hall would have a more horrifying effect.

If anyone is to be hanged, it should be Lin Yingchen who should be hanged here. Lin Zhihe gritted his teeth, feeling angry.

How did things suddenly develop to this extent? Why did Lin Yingchen make a 360-degree turn? What secrets does Taoist Huai Qing have?

All these questions that she didn't have time to think about yesterday, now all flooded into her mind again.

I can't think anymore. I've been hungry for so long, and the energy in my body is only enough to maintain basic metabolism, and it can't support my random thoughts.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

When Lin Zhihe heard the door open, he quickly stepped back from where he was leaning against the door.

Fortunately, they retreated in time, otherwise Lin Zhihe would have fallen to the ground.

She raised her head and looked at the person who came.

Facing the light and being hungry for more than ten hours, Lin Zhihe's eyes were blurry and he couldn't see who was across from him.

"Hey, Miss Third, why are you sitting on the ground?" The voice sounded anxious.

It should be Butler Lin.

Liu Li quickly jumped over the threshold, helped her up, and did not forget to brush the dust off her body.

"Oh, Third Miss, how sad it would be if the master saw you like this!" Butler Lin choked up a little, and there were even tears in his eyes.

You should act better!

Didn't Steward Lin know why she was like this? If Lin Yingchen loved his daughter, would he lock her up in the ancestral hall for nearly a day and a night?

Lin Zhihe just felt it was ridiculous.

Fortunately, this is not her biological father, otherwise she really wouldn't be able to laugh.

Too hungry. Lin Zhihe was too lazy to act with Steward Lin, so he put on a cold face and looked at him coldly: "What? Are you willing to let me out?"

Steward Lin laughed repeatedly, "Miss Third, what are you talking about? No one has locked you up. The master just wants you to calm down in the ancestral hall. Why would he let you out?"

It was true that no one locked her up, but there were more than forty servants stationed outside the door.

Really took her Alibaba.