Married Thrice to Salted Fish - Chapter 100

As soon as Wu Youyuan arrived with an ambush, Xixia was immediately defeated. In other words, Xixia had no fighting spirit at the moment Gu Fuzhou fell. The goal was achieved, Xixia immediately withdrew its troops. Dayu cavalry pursued in desperation, one by one, he was red-eyed, captured the main general alive, and slaughtered his troops.

After one night, there was a river of blood in the valley. At the same moment, Shi Pei hangs on the Yongliang city wall. At this point, Yongliang, the northwest fortress, finally returned to Dayu.

In the final battle, Dayu recovered Yongliang City and drove the badly injured Xixia to the north of the frontier, killing tens of thousands of enemies at a cost of only three thousand cavalry. This was a big victory, but the Northwest Army Camp did not see the joy of the victory at all.

In the howling cold wind, the white flags were hung, the paper money was scattered, and the light of the fire reflected the pale and sad faces of everyone. Wu Youyuan knelt in front of Gu Fuzhouling for a day and night, without eating a mouthful of food and drinking water. He clenched the saber around his waist and his eyes were bloodshot. In addition to self-blame, grief and anger, he was more of a murderous intent. If it weren’t for Shi Pei’s stopping, he would have liked to chase the capital of Xixia Kingdom, destroy a country, and pay homage to the dead general of the son of Xixia.

From now on, this will be what he wants in his life.

Shen Huaishi changed his armor and walked into the tent in strong clothes. He looked at Gu Fuzhou’s spiritual position, his Adam’s apple rolled, and he held back the three sticks of incense. Shi Pei handed him an emergency report, and said in a dumb voice: “There is Brother Lao Shen.”

The heavy snow sealed the way back to Beijing, and the fastest cavalry in the army was not as fast as Shen Huai’s knowledge. It will be half a month before Shen Huaizhi returns to the capital with the battle report and the news of Gu Fuzhou’s death.

The latest report about the Northwest in the Qinzhengdian Dragon case was also half a month ago. As stated in the memorial, Yongliang’s city is strong, and the enemy can’t defend it, and the Northwest Army will not be able to attack it for a long time. The grain road from Guangyang to Yongliang is blocked by heavy snow again.

The dragon chair next to the dragon case was removed and replaced by a master chair. Xiao Songzi walked into the hall with tea, and saw Lin Qingyu sitting on it, supporting her forehead with her hand, and her long, thick feathery eyelashes cast a blue shadow on her eyelids.

Xiao Songzi thought that Lin Qingyu was asleep, and deliberately kept his steps light. The emperor has been recuperating in the bedroom after “sudden illness”, and then will visit the Palace of Qinzheng in the future. Now Lin Qingyu has become the half master of the Palace of Qinzheng. With the order of the emperor, he is here to review the memorandum, meet the princes and ministers, and discuss national affairs. It is not the first assistant but the first assistant.

Lin Qingyu is so blatant and reckless to call him a “Lin Thief” by taking the emperor to command the princes. But as soon as they saw the imperial forest army and the ubiquitous cavalry camp, everyone dared not speak. The superintendent could not see the emperor, so he could only go to see the queen mother. The Queen Mother said: “The Ai’s family is getting older, and it is a good thing that Doctor Lin can share the worries for the Ai’s family when the curtains are often too weak to listen to politics.”

“But Master Lin has always been just an imperial physician. It is a shame that an imperial physician can sit in charge of administration and order the ministers, which is unheard of. It is really my great shame!”

“You reminded the Ai family.” The queen mother said indifferently, “In your opinion, what official position should the Ai family give him?”

“…”

Since Cui Lian told the old man to return home, the position of the prime minister was vacant. Some people say that it won’t take long for Lin Qingyu to cease to be Lin’s doctor, and the civil and military officials will call him “Lin Xiang”.

There must be a step-by-step process for things. From the imperial physician to the prime minister, it is really exaggerated. Finally, the Queen Mother gave Lin Qingyu the position of being a third-rank Taichang Temple Qing.

When Xiao Songzi put the tea cup gently on the table, Lin Qingyu opened his eyes. Xiao Songzi thought she had awakened Lin Qingyu, so she knelt down and pleaded guilty: “The minion deserves to die. It disturbed Master Lin’s sleep.”

Lin Qingyu said: “It has nothing to do with you, I always sleep lightly. Get up.”

Lin Qingyu’s nightmare is inevitable. In order not to have nightmares, he hasn’t slept for three nights, so he just closed his eyes and took a nap during the day. After a few days, Lin Qingyu lost a circle, and his face became thinner and thinner. He drank the tea from Xiaosongzi and asked, “Is there any news from the Northwest?”

This was the third time Lin Qingyu asked in a day. Xiao Songzi shook his head and said, “Master Lin, the northwestern memorial book has only recently arrived, so it shouldn’t be so fast.”

Lin Qingyu whispered: “However, he used to write me a letter in two or three days.”

“Didn’t you say that the Northwest is at a critical juncture, General Gu must be too busy.”

No matter how busy he is, he can’t help but return to his home letter.

An **** came in to report: “Master Lin, the emperor invites you to come over.”

Lin Qingyu said calmly: “I see.”

After the change of Qinzheng Palace, Xiao Jie was placed under house arrest by him in the palace. In the beginning, after Xiao Jie hadn’t stopped for a day, he would see him every day. After seeing him, it was nothing more than asking about Xirong’s situation and begging him to let Xirong make a living. Later, he gave Xiao Jie some medicine, and Xiao Jie was quiet for a while.

In all fairness, he treated Xiao Jie not badly, not only did he not kill him, but he served him in the palace with delicious food and drink. In addition to lack of freedom, Xiao Jie is still the emperor who ignores state affairs.

When he arrived at the emperor’s palace, Lin Qingyu saw Xiao Jie standing at the table with disheveled heads, holding a pen in his hand, as if he had just finished writing.

Lin Qingyu said: “The emperor.”

“You are here.” Xiao Jie’s eyes were hollow, “take it, my abdication edict.”

The two eunuchs lifted up a chair, and Lin Qingyu sat down and asked, “What does the emperor mean.”

Xiao Jie said numbly, “Isn’t this what you want.”

Lin Qingyu tidied his clothes and said, “If I want this thing, why wait until now.”

“I beg you to take it away!” Xiao Jie suddenly became hysterical, “I don’t want to be the emperor at all, why do you want to give it to me?”

If he hadn’t become the emperor, he must still be in the palace right now. With A Rong, the biggest worry every day is what to eat next meal. If he hadn’t become the emperor, they wouldn’t have to worry about the northwest, let alone go to where they are today.

It was Lin Qingyu who pushed him to this position, and everything was Lin Qingyu’s fault.

Lin Qingyu chuckled, “I gave it to you? From beginning to end, did I force you.”

Xiao Jie’s lips trembled: “It was you who found me and said…”

Lin Qingyu interrupted: “I’m looking for Xi Rong, and the one who conspires with me is also Xi Rong. Dare to ask the emperor, have I ever talked to you about the reserve?”

Xiao Yan was shocked and raised her head in a daze.

“You were not pushed to the throne by me, you were pushed to the throne by your Arong.” Lin Qingyu cruelly said, “You are responsible for what you get today. On that day, as long as one of you two said’no’ to me. , This throne will not be your turn to sit.”

Xiao Jie opened his eyes and didn’t know how much he listened to him: “It’s not like this. Without you, A Rong and I would be fine.”

Lin Qingyu didn’t bother to waste time on him. “Since the emperor has decided to abdicate,” he gave Komatsuko a look, and Komatsuko stepped forward to put away the edict, “I will accept it. However, I am ahead of you, whether you are the emperor or not, you can’t save Xi. Allow.”

Tears rolled down Xiao Jie’s eyes: “You let me see him, let me accompany him…”

Lin Qingyu snorted coldly, and the answer was self-evident.

“You want to kill him, can’t you even agree to this request?”

“No.” Lin Qingyu said coldly, “My husband and I are on separate sides, so why are you guys.”

After Xiao Jie abdicated, he was confined in Jinyang Garden by Lin Qingyu, and he would never get there. At this point, only King Huai Xiao Li was left in the blood of the first emperor. Several old princes who were far away in the fief played frequently, saying that they wanted to pay a New Year greeting to the Queen Mother in Beijing. Everyone knows what he intends.

At this time, the unpredictable national teacher moved out of the celestial phenomenon: Ojuku Jiuxing, the son of the son is in the right, and the soul can return to the old body and dominate the country.

Da Yu originally said that many veterans value the purity of blood. Listening to the national teacher means that after King Huai became the throne, the loss of soul can be cured, and the voice of opposition has been reduced by half. The most important thing is that their opposition is useless. Lin Qingyu was in the army. Most of the people in the front were Empress Wen’s. Unless she was sitting on the throne with her own son, Empress Wen could abolish one and the other.

In today’s situation, Jiang Shan can still be surnamed Xiao, which is already a blessing in misfortune.

On the day Xiao Li took the throne, Lin Qingyu personally put on the diadem for him. The seventeen-year-old was obediently at his mercy, with delicate eyebrows hiding behind Yu Qi. Mian Qi was heavy and heavy. Xiao Li kept trying to take it down, but Lin Qingyu stopped him: “Don’t move.”

Xiao Li put down his hand obediently.

“Let’s go.”

Lin Qingyu finally didn’t have to kneel at the grand ceremony of ascending the throne. Holding Xiao Li’s hand, he walked past Baiguan, stepped over the long steps, step by step to the Zichen Hall, step by step to the peak of power.

He stood on the Mingtang, looking down at the sentient beings, looking at the civil and military officials, the princes and ministers bowed their heads and bowed, shouting “Long live my emperor”. Beside him, the emperor in a black dragon robe sat on the dragon chair with a dull expression on his face. Only when he meets his gaze by chance, a smile will bloom.

After Xiao Li ascended the throne, he moved from Ci’an Palace to Xingqing Palace. After the teenager who was only three or four years old had left his mother, Xiujiao waited on him to fall asleep in the palace.

But Lin Qingyu was busy with the enthronement ceremony, but there were still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with in the Palace of Qin Zheng. Late at night, the palace of Qinzheng was brightly lit. In the middle of the night, the memos on the desk are still piled up like a mountain. When sleepiness struck, Lin Qingyu was thinking about prescribing a refreshing decoction for herself, and suddenly heard a voice behind her: “Why is Doctor Lin falling asleep here.”

Lin Qingyu was stunned abruptly, then slowly turned around, and met a pair of bright eyes. Those eyes were smiling, and there was an obvious layer of lying silkworms underneath.

-Is it a dream?

Under the palace lantern, the young man has a handsome face, flaunting eyebrows, like a bright breeze, a bit more charming and restrained compared to the meeting three years ago. He has a neat short hair, a loose-fitting short-sleeved shirt with strange symbols printed on his upper body; black trousers on his lower body, without any hemlines, his legs are extremely straight and slender.

This is the second time he has seen a teenager.

The young man walked towards him, leaned on the dragon case, looked down at him with a smile: “Long time no see, Qingyu.”

Lin Qingyu opened her lips: “…Jiang Xing?”

The corner of Jiang Xing’s mouth raised: “Sure enough, you already knew my name.”

Lin Qingyu refused to think about the cause of the sudden pain. He lowered his head evasively, not looking at the boy, and murmured in a fluster: “Why… why would I dream of you.”

Jiang Xing lifted his cheek and smiled, “Of course it’s because you miss me, baby.”

Lin Qingyu raised her eyes to look at Jiang Xing, and stared at him motionless. His eye circles were not red, nor did he feel any soreness in his eyes. Lin Qingyu didn’t know when Qinglei slipped from the corner of his eyes to Jiang Xing’s hand.