Married Thrice to Salted Fish - Chapter 104

While waiting for Lin Qingyu to come, Jiang Xing had been writing. He wrote a lot, and wanted to hold each one to Lin Qingyu. He was so anxious that his hands were in a hurry. One was not careful, and he couldn’t hold his hands firmly, and a half of the rice paper slipped from his hands.

The biting cold wind suddenly opened the window, blowing rice paper all over the sky. When the wind was moving, Lin Qingyu looked up at them and watched them slowly fly down. In a daze, he seemed to see a few familiar figures, and he could still hear someone talking to him vaguely.

That was Lu Wancheng’s figure and Gu Fuzhou’s voice. When the wind stopped, both of them disappeared, leaving only the boy in front of him in his world.

It’s Jiang Xing.

It really is him.

Lu Wancheng is dead, Gu Fuzhou is also dead, but Jiang Xing is still alive.

Jiang Xing saw Lin Qingyu smile, and tears came down his red eyes. He just laughed and cried like this, laughing all the time with tears, like crazy, love and resentment intertwined.

However, Lin Qingyu is still so good-looking. Even if the beauty is mad, it is enough to make a glance.

But he didn’t want to appreciate the beauty of Lin Qingyu when he went crazy. He likes to watch Lin Qingyu poison, like to watch Lin Qingyu do bad things, and more like to see Lin Qingyu’s expression under him. But his favorite is always Lin Qingyu’s happy look.

Jiang Xing remembered that he wrote a lot of words to comfort Lin Qingyu. He flipped through a few pages and didn’t find it, so he didn’t look for it at all.

What are you looking at at this time?

Jiang Xing threw the rest of the paper on the table, came to Lin Qingyu, and called his name again: “Qing, Yu.”

As soon as he approached, Lin Qingyu lost strength in his legs and knelt down.

Jiang Xing hugged him instinctively and blurted out: “Qingyu!”

Lin Qingyu’s body couldn’t support the sorrow and joy, and was on the verge of collapse. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in Jiang Xing’s arms.

Jiang Xing’s face paled and he tried to call people aloud, but the time he practiced vocalization was too short. He only practiced the word “Qing Yu”, and now he can’t say anything else. Jiang Xing took Lin Qingyu to bed and smashed a willow-leaf vase.

Xu Jun, who was guarding the door for the young couple, was willing to hear the movement and immediately walked in. He saw Lin Qingyu lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and before Jiang Xing could write, he said: “I’m going to see an imperial doctor.”

When the imperial doctor came, the queen mother was also alarmed. She thought that something had happened to the emperor, but Lin Qingyu fainted in the emperor’s palace. Seeing that her son gave up the dragon bed to Lin Qingyu, and stayed by the bed, she felt a little strange in her heart.

That’s a dragon bed, let alone Lin Qingyu’s official status, Lin Qingyu is Gu Fuzhou’s wife after all. So…it seems wrong.

The queen mother said softly: “The emperor doesn’t like Qingyu in general.”

Mother Xiujiao said: “Master Lin looks good, and treats the emperor like a younger brother, the emperor will naturally like him.”

If it’s really just like brothers, it’s nothing. only……

Xu Jun was willing to interrupt the empress dowager’s thoughts aloud: “Doctor Chu, what’s wrong with Master Lin?”

“Master Lin is not in serious trouble for the time being. It’s just that he is inwardly born with a lack of heat, and his pulse is short and weak. This is a sign of heart attack.” Chu Zhengde said, “Master Lin, what great joys and great compassion have he experienced in succession?”

Xu Jun is willing to say: “I don’t know this.”

More than joy and compassion.

Jiang Xing realized once again what he brought to Lin Qingyu. Not only Lin Qingyu, but he also experienced great joy and great compassion within a short period of time. Although he almost didn’t support it, he at least remained sober.

But Lin Qingyu couldn’t stand it. The one that was left may be the most painful.

Putting himself in the situation, if he had received Lin Qingyu’s bad news and the good news of resurrection in one day, he would be crazy even if he did not die, and I am afraid that he would not be able to hold the moment of hearing the good news.

So, his baby is really powerful and strong.

At least much better than him.

Chu Zhengde said: “Weichen prescribes some calming medicine for Master Lin. When Master Lin wakes up, he must rest for a period of time, so he can’t be overwhelmed with joys and sorrows.”

The queen mother frowned. The emperor had just ascended the throne, and was waiting for Lin Qingyu to stabilize the front and preside over the overall situation. Lin Qingyu was ill at the wrong time, so she could only take care of it. “Laifu, clean up the side hall of Xingqing Palace and let Master Lin stay temporarily. When he wakes up, I will send him back to the general’s mansion.”

Sitting by the bed, Jiang Xing stretched out his hand and silently grabbed the quilt covering Lin Qingyu.

The queen mother saw his little gesture and asked: “The emperor doesn’t want Master Lin to leave?”

Jiang Xing nodded.

The queen mother received her son’s response for the first time, she was surprised and happy, and hurriedly said: “Can you see? The emperor… The emperor is talking to Ai’s house!”

Madam Xiujiao nodded with tears: “When I go back to the Queen Mother, the maidservant is watching. The emperor is really getting better.”

Xu Jun would like to smile and say: “Since the emperor likes to stay with Master Lin, the queen mother might as well let Master Lin accompany the emperor, maybe the emperor can get better faster.”

The queen mother almost cried with joy: “Okay, okay, let Master Lin stay temporarily in Xingqing Palace.”

She didn’t know that this was not in compliance with the rules, and if those officials knew about it, she would have to make some trouble again. But whoever makes her Li’er mentally insufficient and unreasonable will only react to Lin Qingyu alone. As long as Li’er’s loss of soul can be cured and she can call her “mother queen”, she has nothing to ask for.

Lin Qingyu slept for a day after being lethargic. There are many palace servants waiting on the sidelines, and Jiang Xing can’t do much. After finally waiting for someone to walk away, Jiang Xing touched her little hand, touched her little face, and felt a little dissatisfied, so he hugged Lin Qingyu through the quilt. After holding for a while, he was dissatisfied again.

Lin Qingyu seemed very cold, frowning in her sleep.

When Mother Xiujiao came in with the medicine, what she saw was Jiang Xing lifted the quilt and was about to go to bed.

Madam Xiujiao patiently explained to him: “The emperor, the maidservant knows that you may not understand it now. But Master Lin is a man with a husband, and his husband is General Gu, who is fighting in the northwest. You can fight with him. Hold your little hand, but you can’t sleep with him.”

Jiang Xing: …heh.

When Lin Qingyu woke up, she opened her eyes for a while before she could see the person beside the bed clearly. The young man wearing a tunic robe and a jade crown saw him wake up, relieved with relief, and called out, “Qingyu.”

Jiang Xing practiced for a day, and finally managed to say Lin Qingyu’s name fluently, and he could only rely on writing.

【you’re awake. 】

Is it Xiao Li? No, it’s…

Reason and memory gradually returned, Lin Qingyu sat up suddenly and grabbed the young man, like a drowning man holding a driftwood: “…Jiang Xing.”

His voice was so hoarse that he could barely make a sound.

Jiang Xing let him hold on tightly, and said with his mouth: It’s me, baby.

Lin Qingyu held her fingers tighter and tighter, and her eyes opened sorely, as if thinking of something extremely terrible. “I thought…” His lips moved slightly. “I thought you were dead.”

Jiang Xing lowered his eyes, spread his palm, and wrote one stroke at a time: [I’m sorry. 】

When he finished writing, Lin Qingyu’s tears fell. “You lied to me… You lied to me that it was just a dream. You know that I can only see your true appearance when you are in a dream. You know that…”

he knows. But he went anyway.

He just wanted to see Lin Qingyu again and leave.

“You wrote me a letter of guarantee.” Lin Qingyu said incoherently, no longer the calmness of the past, “You said you will come back, you promised me you will be fine. I didn’t go anywhere, I have been waiting for you… You promised It’s mine, Jiang Xing. If you really die…”

Jiang Xing’s heart was about to be broken by Lin Qingyu’s crying. But apart from Lin Qingyu’s name, he couldn’t say a word. But even if he can talk, what can he say.

Saying he doesn’t want to die, saying that he also tried desperately to live?

What’s the use, he still didn’t do it after all.

Jiang Xing closed his eyes and forced himself not to think about how Gu Fuzhou died. He remembered the imperial doctor’s instructions to stop Lin Qingyu from fluctuating too much, so he hugged people into his arms and stroked Lin Qingyu’s long hair.

Lin Qingyu pressed her cheek against Jiang Xing’s chest, and listened to his heartbeat, smiling mournfully: “Why are you torturing me like this… just because I love you? Just because you know that I won’t go anyway. Die?”

Jiang Xing’s Adam’s apple rolled, and the light in his eyes was covered with mist.

“But even I can’t stand it.” Lin Qingyu muttered like a demon, “I can’t stand it…”

Jiang Xing bowed his head and kissed him. Kiss his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, and his lips. When his lips touched, Lin Qingyu slowly closed his eyes.

Jiang Xing’s kiss was also wet. When the two separated, Lin Qingyu saw the boy’s wet eyelashes.

Lin Qingyu wanted to cry again. He was also tired of tearing himself, but he couldn’t help it. He can only drill into Jiang Xing’s arms, and Nian Jiang Xing sticks even tighter.

Under Jiang Xing’s comfort, Lin Qingyu gradually calmed down. Jiang Xing put him in his arms, and showed him light words.

[Xu Jun would like to say that my loss of voice is only temporary, just get used to it slowly. 】

[Oh, this body has no abdominal muscles. 】

[But the tongue is finally not small, what do you think, baby? 】

[Kissing with me is more comfortable, or kissing Gu Fuzhou is more comfortable? 】

Lin Qingyu suddenly asked: “You… how did Gu Fuzhou die?”

Jiang Xing’s answer is simple: [Dead in battle. But we won the battle in the end. 】

Lin Qingyu was taken aback, and asked softly, “Does it hurt?”

[It doesn’t hurt, I died very quickly, I didn’t feel anything, and I didn’t feel the pain, the person was gone. 】

This traditional Chinese character is too troublesome to write. When Lin Qingyu gets better, he will find time to teach Lin Qingyu to recognize simplified characters.

The fragile Lin Qingyu was very deceiving, so he believed whatever Jiang Xing said. “That’s good.” Lin Qingyu’s reaction became slower and he asked after a while, “Then, how come you wake up in Xiao Li’s body?”

Jiang Xing saw that the ink in the inkstone had bottomed out, and he got up and wanted to change one. As soon as he moved, Lin Qingyu was like approaching an enemy, widening his eyes in horror: “Where are you going?”

Jiang Xing smiled and pointed to the inkstone.

Lin Qingyu understood what he meant, and asked, “When will you be back?”

Jiang Xing stopped leaving, and hugged Lin Qingyu tighter.

Lin Qingyu slowly lowered his head, quietly for a moment, and said, “I’m sorry, I also know that I am abnormal now.” He looked at his hands and said helplessly, “But I…I can’t help it.”

He didn’t want to become what he is now, but he lost the time of Jiang Xing, even if there was only one hour, he didn’t know how to let go.

Jiang Xing wrote with the remaining ink:

[No need to control. 】

[I like to be stuck by you. 】