Introduction: In the fifth year of Zhide, there was heavy snow in winter. Lin Yun stopped and dismounted his horse, walked with head held high, and walked into the Lin Mansion, the salt inspector of the Huaihe River. Looking at Lin Daiyu, who was still a yellow-haired girl, Lin Yun said earnestly: Daiyu, don’t be afraid, your future is I have a brother. Lin Daiyu: This poor relative who comes to catch the autumn wind is really good at pretending...