Married Thrice to Salted Fish

One autumn rain and another cold, the rain steam took away the last trace of summer heat. Before the rain fell down the hall, a large water tank was placed in the hall. The rain hit the water, and the sound of rustling was endless.

Hualu passed by the study and saw the window open and the light was still lit inside. She thought it was Young Master reading in the study, but when she walked in, she found that it was her eldest master who was at the desk.

Hualu repeatedly confirmed and wiped her eyes several times to make sure that she was not mistaken, and asked: "Master, what are you doing in the study?"

The young master only comes to the study when he wants to bother Young Master, but Young Master is not here right now.

Lu Wancheng said irresistibly, "I'm solving a problem."

"Doing the question?" Hualu stepped forward and took a look. There was a mess on the paper, she couldn't understand it anyway. She reached out to close the window, but was stopped by Lu Wancheng: "I'm dizzy and want to blow the wind for a while."

"No way, young master." Hualu closed the window forcibly, "Young Master said, you can't blow the cold wind now."

Lu Wancheng lost his pen and slumped in his wheelchair: "I have a headache, so tired, so annoying, I don't want to think anymore."

He has been thinking about it for half an hour, and the high-intensity mental work is really exhausting and reminds him of the tragic days when he was in school when he was obviously tired of studying and had to spend time with his homework.

Hualu thoughtfully put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone: "If the young master is tired, go to sleep first."

Lu Wancheng looked out the window, the sky was full of turbid clouds, and the autumn rain was cool. It was indeed the most suitable weather for sleeping. He has been diligent for half an hour, and it is time to lie down.

Lin Qingyu finished taking a bath and just changed into her jacket, when she heard the creak of the door opening, and the moist cold wind poured in. Lin Qingyu turned around, bumped into the eyes of the person, and said calmly: "I'm back." His long hair was only half dry, and it fell on his chest, soaking his shirt. In order to fit the body comfortably, the lining is made of silk, which is easily permeable in contact with water.

Although Lin Qingyu was forced to marry, he was only eighteen years old, and a slender man who was in his twenties and thirties. His spotless body was faintly visible under the translucent silk.

Lu Wancheng was startled slightly, then looked away, and said, "What kind of bath should I take in the daytime?"

Lin Qingyu also knows that she is not very dignified now. He was a little uncomfortable at first, but seeing that Lu Wancheng was more uncomfortable than him, he became a little more comfortable: "Hou Mansion has rules, saying that you can't bathe in the daytime?"

"No, but it's easy to be seen when you take a bath during the day." Lu Wancheng teased unceremoniously, "No, you were seen by me. Are you angry?"

Lin Qingyu became calmer and calmer: "I'm not angry. You and I are both men and brothers. I don't mind."

Lu Wancheng covered his chest: "You mention the word'jieyi' again, believe it or not, I'll vomit blood to show you."

Lin Qingyu's eyes flashed. With Lu Wancheng's current body, once it reached the point of vomiting blood, it was really time to prepare for his funeral.

"Okay, don't mention it."

Lu Wancheng suddenly looked flattered. Lin Qingyu saw that his complexion was not good, so he helped him to bed and probed his pulse. "You don't seem to be sleeping well these days?"

"Isn't that a cough disease? It's weird to be able to sleep well."

Lin Qingyu saw through and didn't break through, but said: "People who are chronically ill are most afraid of worry. Late Cheng, no matter what it is, you must relax."

Lu Wancheng smiled and said, "I will try my best."

After the autumn rain, the sky was clear and vigorous, and Lu Wancheng's body improved slightly. Lu's side branch lived in Nan'an Hou Mansion for half a month, and finally left. Lu Baishuo came to Lanfengge to bid farewell to the two of them, saying that they would leave for Lin'an tomorrow.

Lu Baishuo was quite touched. When he came to Nan'an Hou's residence last year, Lu Wancheng was not so seriously ill, and from time to time he could invite him to visit the residence. On parting, he practiced it for him at the most prestigious Jinxiuxuan in Beijing.

Jinxiuxuan is an outer building on the edge of the river, and a signature "Hunyang Die Su" made Lu Baishuo, who had first come to Beijing at that time, surprised him as a heavenly man. After Lu Baishuo returned to Lin'an, he looked around for the chef from the north, trying to restore the death of the sheep, but the taste was always a little worse.

Lu Wancheng heard it funny: "Sixth brother simply wrote the words'please ask me to Jinxiuxuan' on his face."

Lu Baishuo said ashamed: "Where is where, I just said it so smoothly. But let's not tell you, I did go to Jinxiu Xuan yesterday, but was told by Xiao Er from the shop that the room was booked three days later. Alas, it is the emperor. At my feet, I should have gone earlier."

Lin Qingyu asked: "Did you say that you are a guest of Nan'an Houfu?"

"That's not true." Lu Baishuo said in surprise, "It's just a meal, do I still need to declare my family?"

Lin Qingyu said: "At the feet of the emperor, there are nobles everywhere, and it is common to hold high and low, especially in Jinxiuxuan where dignitaries gather. If you really want to go, you can let Xiao Hou accompany you."

Lu Baishuo looked at Lu Wancheng expectantly: "Can you? Wan Cheng's body..."

Lin Qingyu said: "It's fine to watch carefully." Lu Wancheng's mind has become heavier recently, which is not conducive to recovering from illness. It is also good to be able to go out and relax.

Also, if he doesn't go out at this time, Lu Wancheng probably... there will be no chance to go out to relax.

Lu Wancheng thought for a while, then smiled and asked, "Qingyu, have we never been out shopping together?"

Lin Qingyu nodded. After marriage, he only went out with Lu Wancheng twice. Once back to Lin Mansion, once to Changsheng Temple, riding a carriage along the way. He may not have seen the prosperity of the capital for a long time.

"Then let's go to Jinxiuxuan for dinner together? By the way, I will pack a piece of Hunk Yang and come back."

"Can."

Lu Baishuo thanked the two of them, always feeling that something was wrong.

Lin Qingyu pushed Lu Wancheng out and took Huantong and several guards from the Hou Mansion. At the entrance of Yongxing Street, Lin Qingyu stopped the carriage: "This is not far from Jinxiuxuan. Let's walk over."

Lu Wancheng said, "But walking is very tiring."

Lin Qingyu was speechless: "Let you go?"

"I'm not afraid that you push me to get tired."

Lin Qingyu paused and said, "It's okay." No matter how tired, it will only be the last two or three months.

Lu Wancheng chuckled and said, "Qingyu, you are so gentle these days, I'm not used to it anymore."

Lin Qingyu said indifferently, "I'm not used to it because you talk a little bit recently."

Lu Wancheng was quiet and smiled: "Am I?"

Lin Qingyu was noncommittal, pushing Lu Wancheng into the crowd.

At this time, it was too early for dinner, and plaques were hanging high in front of the shops. Among the passers-by are ordinary people with flat heads and many well-dressed wealthy families. Anyone who sees a fairy-like beauty pushing a noble man in a wheelchair walking down the street cannot help but look back. Look at it a few more times.

Fortunately, both of them are used to being the focus of the crowd, and don't think so. Huantong took a deep breath and said, "Master, do you smell the scent of fried chestnuts?"

Lin Qingyu said: "If you want to eat it, buy it."

Huantong said with joy: "I'll go here!"

Lu Wancheng also moved his nose, "Why didn't I smell it?"

It is common for people who are seriously ill to lose their five senses. Lin Qingyu hesitated for a moment, and said, "Let's go over there and take a look."

The two came to a vendor. The stall sells all kinds of jewelry. Although the materials are cheap, the styles are various. There are many novel and special works. Among them, there are also jade crowns and hairpins used by men to tie their hair. Lu Wancheng thought that Lin Qingyu was going to buy jade crowns, so he carefully helped him choose two. Lin Qingyu ignored him, picked up a woman's stance, weighed it up, and paid the money.

Lu Wancheng asked: "Are you going to give it to your mother-in-law?"

"No, for you."

"give me?"

"The stroke is about the same length as the pen. If you want to change the pen in the future, just turn this. I don't want to be woken up in the middle of the night and change clothes."

Lu Wancheng smiled and took the step, really took it in his hand and turned it around, joking: "No matter how gentle Doctor Lin is, Qiu still remembers it so clearly."

Several people walked around to Jinxiuxuan. The shopkeeper learned that they were the young masters and young masters of Nan'an Houfu, and ordered them to take them to a seat in the private room.

There are two floors in Jinxiuxuan, and the best location is by the window on the second floor. The view of the river can be seen from the outside, and the stage is directly facing the inside. On the stage, three or two actors are stroking the piano and playing music. The sound of the qin is clear, the pine is deep and wide, and the woman playing the qin is also elegant and graceful.

Huantong listened eagerly, and watched the girl more energetically. He asked Lin Qingyu: "Master, do you think the girl in blue or the girl in pink, which one looks better?"

Lu Wancheng thought that Lin Qingyu would not answer such boring questions, but Lin Qingyu said, "All are good."

Lu Wancheng: "..."

Seeing Lu Wancheng's expression a little complicated, Lin Qingyu asked, "Why?"

"It's okay." Lu Wancheng said quietly, "I almost forgot that you like girls."

Lin Qingyu said: "What does this have to do with good men and women. Appreciation is something everyone has."

Lu Wancheng raised his eyebrows: "Then we can come closer and appreciate it?"

"Alright." Lin Qingyu didn't have much interest, but Lu Wancheng wanted to see it. He pushed Lu Wancheng out of the elegant room and stood on the side of the fence.

When he was standing like this, the guests on the second floor stopped listening to the music, and the girls didn't appreciate it. They looked at him one after another. Fortunately, they also know that the guests on the second floor are either rich or expensive, and they dare not look blatantly. Sitting across from the two of them was a man in mysterious clothes. Lin Qingyu met his gaze, his eyes sharpened instantly.

Lu Wancheng followed his gaze and asked, "Who is that?"

"Prince."

Lu Wancheng's lazy eyes opened suddenly.

The prince was named Xiao Teng, the eldest son of today's saint. Like Nan'anhou, the saint has a weaker heir. Even though there are three thousand harems, there are only a few princes who have grown up in peace. It is hard to expect that the queen will be pregnant and give birth to a baby, but unexpectedly she will give birth to an idiot. However, no matter how few princes are, there is no way to avoid the battle for reservations. Xiao Teng and his mother and concubine planned for many years and eventually became the biggest winners and entered the Eastern Palace three years ago.

Xiao Teng looked at Lin Qingyu unabashedly, his mouth twitched, showing great interest. He just looked at Lin Qingyu, took a sip of the wine, then called in the guards and asked what to do.

Lin Qingyu retracted his gaze and said, "Let's go in."

Lu Wancheng said: "No hurry, we just watched him pretend quietly."

The guard held the wine glass used by Xiao Yun, walked around half a circle and came in front of the two of them, saying: "I have seen Master Xiaohou, Shaojun Lin. This glass of wine was given to Young Master by His Royal Highness, I hope Young Master will accept it."

Lin Qingyu glanced at the wine glass, only to feel that his eyes were dirty: "You don't have to be happy, I don't drink."

The guard changed his expression and said, "Lin Shaojun, with all due respect, whose wine do you think you are rejecting?"

"Naturally it is the prince's wine." Lu Wancheng said, "Could it be the wine of the gods?"

The guard's face became more and more ugly: "Master Xiaohou and Young Master really want to reject the kindness of His Highness?"

Lu Wancheng laughed, the laughter made the whole body chilling: "You go back and tell the prince, just say-Princess Jingchun has been married to the north, it has been three years."

Princess Jingchun?

Lin Qingyu remembers this name. Princess Jingchun was originally a female envoy of Shangyi Bureau. Because of her good looks and good eyes, she was favored by the King of the North from afar three years ago. The king of the north fell in love with Jingchun, and immediately asked the emperor to marry him.

The Northern Territory is a frontier tribe, and there have been constant disputes with us over the years. In order to stabilize the border, the Holy Master personally gave the marriage, and named Jingchun as the princess, betrothed her to the king of the north, and even let the prince preside over the wedding ceremony of the two as a show of sincerity.

——Why did Lu Wancheng mention this person in front of the prince?

The guard had to go back and take a talk. Hearing the words, Xiao Wei raised his head abruptly, staring at Lu Wancheng's face, he wanted to see some clues from it. But no matter how he looked at it, he could only see a sick child with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

When several people returned to the room, Huan Tong said with great anxiety: "Master Xiaohou, Master, that is the prince... the future emperor, if we offend him so much, will he be beheaded in the future?"

Lu Wancheng deliberately scared him: "It's very possible. But I was in the soil early at that time, and I couldn't cut off my body by beheading."

Huantong was scared to cry: "Little Houye..."

Lin Qingyu suddenly said: "Indeed. So you don't have to worry about this matter."

Lu Wancheng was silent for a moment, and said lazily: "Okay, listen to Doctor Lin."

After this incident, the two of them no longer had any thoughts of play, and they had dinner hastily, and suddenly returned to the mansion with a copy of the sheep. After spending half a day outside, Lu Wancheng was already exhausted, and after washing up, he lay in bed to rest.

It was still early, and Lin Qingyu didn't have much sleep, so he went to the study. He has been interested in spices recently and has been trying to restore the incense he smelled in Fengyi Palace that day.

At some point, it started to rain again outside. In the rainy night, Lin Qingyu suddenly saw a figure outside the window.

Lin Qingyu opened the window, only to see Lu Wancheng wearing a cloak, leaning on the window sill, with long hair scattered, short of breath, as if it took a lot of effort to walk all the way from the bedroom to here.

Lin Qingyu was stunned: "Why are you... the servant?"

Lu Wancheng answered the wrong question: "I can't do it."

"what?"

"I don't care about other things, and I don't bother to care about it. But I can't do it without worrying about it." Lu Wancheng looked at him and said in a deep voice, "You were born as a mountain, even if you do all the evil things. , I will never let you become a stubble."

Lin Qingyu opened his eyes wide.

The cold air invaded his body, and Lu Wancheng coughed heartbreakingly. As if he could no longer stand, he slowly slid down against the wall. Lin Qingyu walked out of the study quickly, shielding him from the wind and rain with her body: "Stop talking, go back to the room first."

Lu Wancheng grabbed his arms and murmured in a low voice: "So I must find the best solution to this problem once and for all."

Lin Qingyu was silent. He had never seen Lu Wancheng like this, as if he was caught in a shackle that couldn't break free, and he was different from the young man who was relaxing and whistling on the porch that day.

He always thought that Lu Wancheng was too lazy and too big to care about anything. But now, instead, he hoped that Lu Wancheng could spend the last time of his life heartlessly as he did in the past.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Wancheng tightened his hands quickly, breaking the silence: "Qingyu."

Lin Qingyu said: "I am here."

"I think," Lu Wancheng's eyes were dim, sharp and deep, but he was a patient after all, his face was pale, his mouth was bloody, and his lips were **** red, "...to the life of Xiao Teng."

Lin Qingyu's chest was slightly hot. He held Lu Wancheng's trembling wrist with his backhand, and said warmly, "Well, do you need help."