The weather was still very hot during the day, but it finally became a little cooler in the evening. Outside the eaves of the inn, a tall ginkgo tree was dyed with a layer of golden light in the evening, and its swaying shadow was like a bride in the sunset.
Li Xiangjun wore a white peony smoke gauze upper body and a pink narcissus moonlight skirt lower body. She was kneeling on a bamboo mat. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a white wrist as white as frost and snow, and her slender jade fingers were as soft and beautiful as spring onions.
Qin Mu looked at her gentle movements, and two lines of poetry came to his mind involuntarily: The woman beside the wine shop is like the moon, and her white wrists are covered with frost and snow.
His gaze embarrassed Li Xiangjun. She took a bowl of chicken soup from the pot and said, "The doctor said that Qin Lang was overworked and exhausted. He needs to replenish his body. I asked Su Jin to buy an old hen at the nearby market. I added some Chinese angelica, wolfberry, ginseng and other herbs. I simmered it over a low fire. It may taste a little medicinal, but it will be of great benefit to Qin Lang's body. Qin Lang, drink it while it's hot."
"I'll do it myself." Qin Mu felt that as a grown man, he needed someone to feed him soup. This was too ridiculous and too degenerate.
Li Xiangjun smiled, her bright eyes looking at him, rippling like autumn water, she put the spoon to her lips to test the temperature before feeding him, "Qin Lang's body has not recovered yet, don't be stubborn, drink it quickly."
Qin Mu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this young master has no problem sleeping with ten women in one night now, so drinking a bowl of soup by myself is considered showing off
No matter how much they lamented, Li Xiangjun's gentle voice seemed to have infinite magic, making people unable to bear to refuse her kindness.
In the evening breeze under the eaves, the leaves of a ginkgo tree were dancing lightly. Li Xiangjun carefully fed him soup spoonful by spoonful, and all her tenderness was expressed in her gentle movements.
After finishing a bowl of soup, Qin Mu felt warm in his heart. He gently held Li Xiangjun's hand and said, "Xiangjun, I'm sorry for wronging you."
Li Xiangjun let him hold her hand and replied softly, "Qin Lang, don't say that. As long as Qin Lang doesn't look down on me, I will be happy with everything."
Qin Mu did not answer immediately, but took her delicate hand in his palm, feeling the warmth coming from her palm. Her ten fingers were slender and round, like they were carved from soft jade.
Qin Mu has a habit. When he admires a woman, he usually looks at her hands first.
There are many women with beautiful faces, but few have fingers as slender as spring onions. Seeing fingers as beautiful as Li Xiangjun's can be said to be an artistic enjoyment.
Li Xiangjun's eyebrows were drooping, and the corners of her slightly upturned mouth were rippling with a hint of happiness. She liked the feeling of being held in his palm. There was no trembling like an electric shock, but the warmth from his hand could flow into her heart.
"Whether I will look down on you or not is not up to me to decide. You have to feel it with your heart, Xiangjun." The evening breeze gently passed over the eaves, and a ginkgo leaf fell on the small table. The leaf surface had turned light yellow. Qin Mu picked it up and pinned it to Li Xiangjun's bun, "You are still graceful and elegant, and you can be my slave in front of the wine. Who will pity you for wandering in the rivers and lakes, and your jade bones and icy skin will not wither. Who told you to pick the twin flowers together, and the drunk Minghuang leaned on Taizhen. The hermit split it with real intention, and wanted to chant the new flavors of the two families."
In this poem, Li Qingzhao uses personification, comparing the two ginkgo trees to virtuous men who are pure and honest, and to lovers who share weal and woe and never leave each other. Qin Mu recited this poem impromptu, and Li Xiangjun's eyes became misty after hearing it.
Qin Mu patted the back of her hand with a smile, then scooped out a bowl of soup from the clay pot and said, "Xiangjun, you have suffered as much as I have along the way. Come, drink a bowl as well."
"I... ... ... .."
"You have to drink it. This is called sharing the joys and sorrows."
Qin Mu insisted on feeding her, and Li Xiangjun had no choice but to "follow his lead". Halfway through the bowl of soup, she still had a gentle smile on her face, but she could no longer hold back her tears, which fell one by one... ... ... ...
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When they set out the next day, Li Xiangjun persuaded Qin Mu to abandon his horse and take a carriage, saying that Qin Mu's health had not yet recovered.
To be honest, Qin Mu was very moved. Traveling in the same carriage with a stunning beauty like Li Xiangjun, being able to sit or lie down, and being affectionate with each other, was truly a beautiful thing in the world.
But Qin Mu still declined politely. Now was not the time for him to get drunk and lie on the lap of a beautiful woman. He had been running wildly for several days and he was the only one among a hundred people who fainted due to exhaustion. Although Liu Meng and the others could understand it, Qin Mu regarded it as a shame.
This body must continue to be strengthened by exercise, so no matter how heartbroken Li Xiangjun was, he still insisted on riding a horse. Along the way, he did not hesitate to ask questions and patiently sought advice from Su Jin, who was the most skilled in cavalry warfare.
When they reached Ganzhou, Qin Mu stopped his campaign and prepared to drift away silently like a cloud in the sky.
But Yang Tinglin obviously didn't want to let his cloud go. The prefect's thunder and lightning were ready. If you want to pass by without some rain, no way.
On the main road in the north of the city, Yang Zhaocai, the housekeeper of the Yang Mansion, was leading several servants blocking the middle of the road, their feet moving unsteadily and their sleeves fluttering without wind. Qin Mu saw them from afar and his heart began to beat fast.
He quickly ordered Su Jin to take fifty people to escort Li Xiangjun back to Huichang first. Well, we can't let the prefect catch her red-handed.
"Xiangjun, I'll let Su Jin escort you to Huichang first. I have some official business to go to Ganzhou City, and I will catch up with you soon." Qin Mu came to the car and explained to Li Xiangjun through the window.
Li Xiangjun raised her lips slightly, revealing a playful look. She tilted her head and thought for a moment before answering, "Qin Lang, I have never been to Ganzhou. How about I go into the city with you, you handle your official duties, and I go to the city to enjoy the scenery. After you finish your official duties, we can go back to Huichang together, okay?"
Li Xiangjun's request was reasonable. Qin Mu didn't know how to respond for a moment. Seeing Yang Zhaocai coming over, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. "This... that, Xiangjun, time is tight now. How about I take you to Ganzhou to enjoy the scenery next time?"
"Hehe..." Li Xiangjun suddenly laughed twice, her pretty and bright face showing intelligence. Qin Mu then realized that she was deliberately making things difficult for him and could not help but glare at her through the window.
Li Xiangjun smiled and glanced at Yang Zhaocai who was walking over. She said quickly, "Qin Lang, please walk slowly when you enter the city. First, send this letter from me to the prefect's daughter. If my guess is correct, when the prefect blames Qin Lang, Miss Yang will definitely come forward to help Qin Lang out. Qin Mu is not allowed to read this letter himself. If he reads it, it will not work."
After Li Xiangjun finished speaking, she stuffed a letter into Qin Mu's hand, and the curtains of the car moved, covering the interior of the car tightly.
Qin Mu was a little stunned as he held the letter in his hand. Li Xiangjun actually anticipated that Yang Tinglin had prepared thunder and lightning to wait for her
Have you written a letter to Yang Zhi in advance
What does this letter say
Will Princess Yu Shu knock over the vinegar bottle and instantly turn into a dinosaur
Should this letter be sent or not
A series of questions lingered in Qin Mu's mind, making him a little confused.
"Master Qin, my master asked you to come into the city. I have been waiting for you here for a long time."
Yang Zhaocai's voice finally pulled Qin Mu back to reality from his confused mind. He coughed twice and said righteously, "Why do you have to wait for me? Since I have arrived outside Ganzhou City, can I not go into the city to pay my respects to the prefect? If you wait for me like this, someone who doesn't know me would think that I don't even know this basic etiquette."
"This... I know my crime, I know my crime, I hope Sir Qin will not blame me."
Butler Yang has lived for more than fifty years, and today he has broadened his horizons. This son-in-law has stopped his efforts, and who can't help but think that he is planning to "float away".
After listening to his righteous words, Butler Yang finally understood what it meant to strike first and gain the upper hand and what it meant to be the wicked one to file a complaint first.
The weak but outwardly powerful County Magistrate Qin showed off his power and did not even bother to open Li Xiangjun's letter. He told Zhu Yijin to rush and deliver it into the city. Well, since Li Xiangjun had anticipated today's situation, the clever plan she came up with must be effective. Qin Mu believed that she would not harm him.
When entering the city, Qin Mu walked slowly as Li Xiangjun had instructed, hoping that before he arrived, his future wife would have settled the matter with her father.
The city is no longer filled with ragged refugees as before. The people have a more calm and optimistic look on their faces, the hawkers' cries are more cheerful, there are fewer cries and more laughter on the streets. This is the most intuitive feeling Qin Mu had when he stepped into Ganzhou City again.
Although Yang Tinglin was a layman in military affairs, he was a rare talent in managing people's livelihood. He first petitioned the court to reduce taxes for two years in the five counties that had suffered from war, and then he made careful calculations and put the money and grain seized by Qin Mu from Gu Xiancheng to good use, and managed to maintain this difficult situation.
Just for this reason, Qin Mu sincerely admired him. He only governed Huichang County. If it weren't for the "intercepted" treasure, the rock salt dug out in Zhoutian, and the use of Huo Sheng and Ma Yongzhen to make Huichang into a special small environment without being constrained by others, it would be hard to say whether he could ensure the stability of Huichang, which was riddled with problems.
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