Married Thrice to Salted Fish - Chapter 117

When Shen Huaizhi and others arrived at the General’s Mansion, they just saw a sedan chair falling at the gate of the General’s Mansion. I don’t know which official in the DPRK thought of them with them. They visited on General Gu’s death day.

A middle-aged man with a pot belly walked out of the sedan chair, wearing a third-grade civil official uniform. Wu Zhan and Wu Guogong stayed in the capital all year round, but they have never seen this person. Li Lu introduced to them: “This person is the governor of Liangzhou, Qian Xiyuan, who came to Beijing to report on his duties under the order of the prime minister. He has just arrived in the capital within two days.”

Qian Xiyuan saw them with a smile on his face: “It turned out to be Lord Li and several generals. You are also here to greet Lord Prime Minister?”

Several people greeted each other, and Shen Huai was stunned when he saw Qian Xiyuan followed by a tall man with a tough face. No one else seemed to notice the man. Not long after, Yuan Yin obtained Lin Qingyu’s consent and invited several people into the mansion with Qian Xiyuan.

The man wanted to follow Qian Xiyuan into the mansion, but Yuan Yin stopped him: “The prime minister only invited a few adults, and the rest are waiting. Please wait outside the mansion.”

Qian Xiyuan hurriedly stepped forward and whispered a few words in Yuan Yin’s ear. Yuan Yin’s expression stiffened, and Qian Xiyuan’s eyes were full of pity: “Master Qian, wait a minute, I order someone to report to the Prime Minister.”

Wu Zhan noticed the man’s face and exclaimed, “Is this man… a bit like a general?”

Qian Xiyuan smiled and hit haha: “Coincidence, coincidence.”

Wu Zhan circled the man: “It’s really a bit like, but the temperament is too bad.”

Wu Zhan couldn’t see Qian Xiyuan’s intention, but Li Chan knew it well, his face changed slightly. When the general’s servants said back and forth, saying that the prime minister allowed a man to enter, Li Li couldn’t bear it, and whispered, “Absurd.”

In order to please Shangfeng, officials of Dayu often send one or two beauties. Unexpectedly, Qian Xiyuan was so courageous that he would offer such a person to Lin Xiang. I don’t know whether to say that he is ingenious or seeking his own death.

Wu Zhan asked, “Master Li, what’s wrong with you?”

Shen Huaizhi explained: “Master Qian deliberately sought out a man who looked somewhat similar to the general, and wanted to offer Lin Xiang as a male favorite.”

Li Li sullenly said: “How can these people be worthy of Lin Xiang. It is to give Lin quite a male favor, and it is insulting Lin Xiang.”

Wu Zhan’s words have never been too confusing: “Then who deserves it?”

Li Ling froze, and said for a long time: “No one…no one is worthy.” He smiled bitterly, and his voice diminished. “Anyone who can stand next to Lin Xiang is not as good as General Gu, at least not… …Can’t be as good as me.”

To him, Lin Qingyu was like a snow-topped mountain. He knew he was unworthy to walk side by side with Lin Qingyu, he only hoped that the people beside Lin Qingyu could convince him. Otherwise, how would he be willing.

Wu Zhan did not hear the bitterness of Li Chu’s words, and said: “Lord Li said this, looking at the capital, how many people can compare to you?”

As soon as the voice fell, a voice rang behind them:

“What are you talking about?” The young emperor’s eyebrows were full of smiles, and his tone was loose. “Let me listen to it too?”

No one thought that the emperor would be in the general’s mansion at this time. After the astonishment, several people knelt down together: “Please refer to the sage.”

Li Chan lowered his eyes, the black hemlines came into view, and the dragon pattern was embroidered with extremely fine gold silk on his head, exquisite and noble.

“Flat body.”

Li Chan stood up and saw Lin Qingyu standing behind the emperor. One brilliance is everywhere, the other is clear and dusty, the impact of the beauty of these two people is too great, and the scene of standing together makes Li Yun a little dazed.

——Golden Wind Yulu, but so.

Jiang Xing glanced over several people one by one, and said, “Qian Xiyuan.”

Qian Xiyuan quickly went out: “Weichen is here.”

“I heard that you prepared a gift for Lin Xiang?”

Qian Xiyuan quickly glanced at Lin Qingyu, as if expecting him to say something nice for himself: “Wei, Weichen…”

Jiang Xing was very happy: “I’m quite curious, let me see it.”

Qian Xiyuan knelt down with a thud, cold sweat, and bit his scalp: “Weichen just doesn’t want to see the prime minister’s longing for illness and depression, so he dared to find a comforter for the prime minister…”

“A comforter.” Jiang Xing laughed, but there was no smile on his face, “Prime Minister, do you need a comforter.”

Li Yun suddenly realized that, some time ago, the emperor’s childishness had diminished little by little, and his words and deeds were getting closer and closer to his true age. The emperor is no longer a mentally insufficient boy, he is an adult man, and a true ninth-five-year-old. At this time, the emperor’s mood didn’t seem to be very good, and the coldness radiating from his body suppressed him from looking directly at the face of the sky.

But Lin Qingyu was not afraid of him. Lin Qingyu said to the man Qian Xiyuan had brought: “Hold your head up.”

The man raised his head anxiously. In Lin Qingyu’s eyes, he couldn’t find anything like Gu Fuzhou on his face. Lin Qingyu said again, “Smile.”

The man was just a pig killer. Qian Xiyuan liked him because his appearance was a bit similar to Gu Fuzhou. When he came to Shangjing from Liangzhou, he had never seen such a world. He squeezed a tough smile, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

Lin Qingyu only took a look and then looked away: “What did you do before.”

“Little and little people kill pigs.”

“Master Qian is interested.” Lin Qingyu said, “Yuan Yin, ask if the kitchen lacks pig-killing.”

Jiang Xing raised his eyebrows.

Wu Zhan grinned and remembered the business: “The emperor, the prime minister, a few of us are here to visit the sick. By the way, isn’t the prime minister in bed? Why doesn’t it seem like nothing is going on.”

Lin Qingyu said: “My illness is almost healed.”

“With me with the prime minister, the prime minister will naturally get better.” Jiang Xing said, “but you guys have nothing to do? The barracks and the military department are all idle?”

Several people looked at each other and said in unison: “Weichen retire.”

When he was about to turn around the corridor, Li Li couldn’t help but look back—the emperor and the prime minister were still standing at the same place. The emperor didn’t know what he said, causing Lin Xiangzhang to smile. This smile, gentle and delicate, has a charm and grace that he has never seen before, and it can’t be described as brilliant.

Li Chan wakes up like a dream.

In the whole world, there are people who are worthy of Lin Qingyu, except for Lu Wancheng and Gu Fuzhou, probably… only the emperor is left.

Lin Qingyu didn’t know that his smile was “gentle and tender” in Li Ling’s eyes. He felt that he was sneering: “What kind of expression are you.”

Jiang Xing was upset and confident: “Why do you want that person to stay?”

Lin Qingyu said indifferently: “I’m investigating Qian Xiyuan’s suspected corruption case. This person may be a clue.”

“Come on.” Jiang Xing pretended to be bitter, “Are you missing Gu Fuzhou’s face?”

“As I said, I don’t have any feeling for Gu Fuzhou’s face. I love the house and the black because you are in that body.”

Jiang Xing asked again: “Then what kind of face do you prefer if you don’t talk about inner lining?”

Lin Qingyu picked up Jiang Xing and wanted to hear: “I prefer Jiang Gongzi.”

Jiang Xing was satisfied: “I really know how to say it. Just like the prime minister’s words, I will turn over the prime minister’s sign tonight.”

It was night, Jiang Xing stayed at the General’s Mansion, and taking advantage of the high night black wind, under the cover of Xiao Songzi, sneaked into Lin Qingyu’s bedroom. He was hugged across Jin: “Qingyu, are you cheating?”

Lin Qingyu was lying on the bed, reading a medical book in her hand, absent-mindedly: “Wait until I finish reading it before stealing it.”

“Okay, please.” When Lin Qingyu reads, Jiang Xing usually doesn’t bother. He sat down at the table, took out the pen and paper, and found something to do for himself.

After Lin Qingyu read the medical book, he saw what Jiang Xing was painting. When I walked over, I saw that there were two rings, which were similar to the ones that Gu Fuzhou had given him before, but with more patterns on the inside. One of the rings is engraved with a phoenix-tailed feather, and the other is a sleeping Beaulieu.

Jiang Xing asked: “Does it look good?”

Lin Qingyu nodded: “It looks good.”

Jiang Xing smiled and said, “Then I will use this as a proposal ring, okay?”

Lin Qingyu remembers to give a ring when he is in love. It is a tradition in Jiang Xing’s hometown. “Yes.” He said, “When can it be made?”

“It will take about half a month.” Jiang Xing yawned, “Go to sleep.”

Jiang Xing once slept on this bed with Gu Fuzhou’s body and Lin Qingyu for half a year. They did everything on this bed except for the last step. Lying here with my body again, surrounded by beautiful widows who have been widowed for a year, it would be a shame not to do anything.

Jiang Xing thought about it and got hotter, licked the corner of his mouth, and asked, “Qingyu, do you remember what you did on this bed with Gu Fuzhou.”

Lin Qingyu smiled softly: “I have done a lot.”

“Then… have you ever done this?” “Yes.”

“how about this?”

Lin Qingyu’s voice trembled slightly: “…Yes.”

Jiang Xing let out a comfortable sigh: “So?”

“Don’t, I, I can’t stand it.”

Jiang Xing raised his eyebrows and deliberately said: “Gu Fuzhou’s you can bear it, why can’t you take mine?”

Lin Qingyu thought without hesitation: “I have never suffered from him.”

Jiang Xing was so cute by Lin Qingyu’s reaction. After watching him for a while, he laughed off guard and collapsed on Lin Qingyu.

Lin Qingyu: “…?”

Jiang Xing seemed to have been poked in a laughing hole, and smiled non-stop: “Sorry, sorry, I laughed.”

Lin Qingyu pushed him away expressionlessly: “It just so happens that today is your death day, go to bed early.”

Jiang Xing propped up his body again, hugged Lin Qingyu’s waist, drew it towards him, and said with a smile: “That won’t work.”

Lin Qingyu no longer had the energy to think about Gu Fuzhou’s death, and the next day he even woke up later than Jiang. Jiang Xing finished dressing and sat beside the bed, desperately sleepy: “Baby, I’m going back to the palace and preparing to go up.”

Lin Qingyu weakly said “um”.

“This is for you, thank you for your willingness to marry me.” Lin Qingyu felt a cold thing slip into his fingers. Jiang Xing kissed him on the forehead, “Love you and go away.”

After speaking, it seemed that I didn’t feel enough, so I kissed two more cheeks and the corners of the lips, then lifted the bed curtains and strode out.

Run after sleeping-heh, scumbag.

Lin Qingyu raised his hand and saw that there was something more on the ring finger of his left hand, which was the ring that Jiang Xing drew for him yesterday.