After a few days stepped into the Palace of Qinzheng again, Lin Qingyu hesitated in front of the door. Komatsuko asked, "Master Lin, what's wrong?"
Lin Qingyu cheered up and said, "No, just go in."
As soon as Lin Qingyu entered the hall, several important ministers sitting and drinking tea in the hall stood up and saluted him. Lin Qingyu returned the gift and first asked Dali Temple Qing: "How did you find out about Xixia's fine work?"
Xiao Songzi served Lin Qingyu tea, watching him talk about official affairs in a calm and indifferent tone, and finally his hanging heart fell. These two days, Master Lin was frightened. He couldn't imagine any great joy and compassion that would irritate Master Lin to bed. Fortunately, Master Lin finally survived.
Lin Qingyu missed a few days of early court and political discussions, and the official business to be discussed was several times that of normal days. Lin Qingyu could still patiently listen to them at first, and the more he went to the back, the more absent-minded, she looked at the door from time to time, as if eager to confirm something.
An hour later, Lin Qingyu couldn't sit still, and said, "That's it for today. The rest will be discussed tomorrow."
The crowd filed out, and Li Chu fell in the end. Lin Qingyu could see that he was deliberately scratching, so he should have something to say to him alone.
"Master Li?"
Li Chan said: "Lin Lord, not long after the emperor ascended the throne, the position of the first and second servants hangs up, and there are no heads. The lower officials are in a humble opinion. , So as not to be told by the supervisor privately that Master Lin is going to act on his behalf, and the universe is arbitrarily determined."
Lin Qingyu casually said: "The officer said my business in private, and it's more than this. Let them say yes, after all, they only dare to talk in private."
Li Yun hesitated: "But..."
"There is no need to rush this matter. When the time comes, I have my own plans."
Li Chan looked at him for a while, and couldn't help but talk about his personal affairs: "The lower official heard that Master Lin has been ill in the past few days. Are you... okay?"
"I'm fine." Lin Qingyu said politely, "Master Li don't have to worry about me."
Hearing the alienation in Lin Qingyu's words, Li Qingqiang smiled: "It's fine if it's all right."
Lin Qingyu hurried back to Xingqing Palace all the way. He asked the eunuch who was guarding the door of the sleeping hall: "Is the emperor still inside?"
The eunuch replied: "Yes. Half an hour ago, when the queen mother visited the emperor, the emperor slept soundly, and the queen mother took a look and left."
Lin Qingyu walked into the sleeping hall and saw no Jiang Xing on the bed, only a bulging ball.
Probably hearing the sound of his approaching footsteps, Jiang Xing got out of the quilt, with the quilt on his head, his messy short hair was pressed by the quilt, and he was sleepy and handsome. He was tied with a cloth strip on his hand and yawned: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Xiao Li couldn't have this kind of temperament. The world is so big, there is only one Jiang Xing, who can not bother to make him point fingers and make him willingly indulge.
Lin Qingyu's shoulders sank invisibly, "Wait for me?"
"Waiting for you." Jiang Xing said again, "I'm hungry."
Jiang Xingdon, who speaks uncomfortably, has some cuteness. Lin Qingyu smiled lightly and asked, "What do you want to eat."
Jiang Xing frowned and thought for a while, opened Lin Qingyu's palm, and wrote the word "Plum Blossom" on it.
Lin Qingyu said: "There is no mother-in-law who did it, only the Shangshi Bureau did it, is that okay."
Jiang Xing thought for a while, and said, "Reluctantly, you can." As he said, he raised his tied hands and motioned to Lin Qingyu to help him untie it.
"I don't understand." Lin Qingyu ordered the maid to prepare food through the door, then sat down by the bed and said: "I'm asking you, how did Gu Fuzhou die?"
He asked this question once before. At that time, he was in a daze, and was perfunctory by Jiang Xing. Calm down and think, Jiang Xingruo, as promised, only strategizes and does not go to the battlefield. How could it be possible that Gu Fuzhou died in battle and Yong Liang recovered.
Jiang Xing was startled, dropped his hands, and sighed: "Return to normal Qingyu, fierce."
When Lin Qingyu was leaving, she didn't control herself well, and tied a little tighter. Jiang Xing's body is no longer tolerable than Gu Fuzhou's tossing, and he is used to being pampered, but he has a mark on his wrist when he is tied to a cloth strip for an hour. Lin Qingyu rubbed the two light reds, and said: "If you tell the truth, I will solve them for you."
Jiang Xing said, "It's so long, I don't know how to say it."
Lin Qingyu took paper and pen and untied the cloth strip in Jiang Xing's hand: "Then write."
Jiang Xing knew he was inevitable. Even if he doesn't write it now, Lin Qingyu will know everything when the news from the northwest reaches the capital.
Jiang Xing took the pen, and Lin Qingyu thought he was going to the desk to write. Who knew that this man lay directly on the bed and wrote under the quilt, like a student who didn't work hard and worked secretly on the bed in the middle of the night.
As soon as Jiang Xing stopped writing, Lin Qingyu took the paper away. Seeing Lin Qingyu's eyes and ten lines, her eyebrows raised, her face frighteningly cold, Jiang Xing had the illusion of being checked by the teacher.
"Use your body to lure the enemy..." Lin Qingyu chuckled, "So, you didn't take your promise to me to heart at all, Young Master Jiang."
Jiang Xing laughed, as if laughing at himself: "I was wronged."
"If so, how can you put yourself in danger?"
Jiang Xing could not explain. Looking back, he also felt that he was too great at the time. If he were to make a new choice now, he might not do it. But at that time, he spent a year in the northwest and witnessed the death of thousands of brothers under Yongliang City.
However, it is useless to tell Lin Qingyu these things. He decided to adopt the simplest and rude solution. He knelt on the bed, folded his hands together, and said loudly: "I'm wrong! Next time, don't dare!"
Lin Qingyu was indifferent and said indifferently: "When you promised me before, I believed it, then what?"
Jiang Xing was dumb.
Lin Qingyu chuckled, "I won't believe you anymore. I will only believe in myself."
He won't let Jiang Xing leave his control, let alone let Jiang Xing go to any place he can't see. He was fed up with that feeling.
Jiang Xing smiled and wrote: [Then baby, please protect me, don't let me go to war, it's scary. 】
Lin Qingyu was quiet and asked, "Are you... scared?"
"Fortunately." Jiang Xing wrote lightly. He opened the Jinbei and invited Lin Qingyu: "Come in, sit down."
Lin Qingyu hesitated for a moment, got into the quilt, and the familiar breath instantly surrounded him.
When he and Xiao Li were getting along before, he had never felt this breath. This was brought by Jiang Xing. Whether he was Lu Wancheng, Gu Fuzhou, or Xiao Li, the feeling Jiang Xing gave him would never change.
In a short while, the small pine nuts brought plum cakes. Seeing the emperor’s short hair, Komatsuko was shocked: "The emperor, the emperor’s hair..."
Lin Qingyu said: "The emperor twisted his hair for a while. It's not a big deal, no need to make a fuss."
Jiang Xing looked in the mirror, and suddenly couldn't bear to look straight. He picked up the scissors and trimmed, finally making his hair look less terrifying. Looking at the short-haired boy in the mirror, he couldn't help but sigh: "I think I have become myself."
It has to be said that men's short hair is refreshing and convenient compared to longer hair. If given the opportunity, he also wants to give it a try.
Lin Qingyu said, "Look up."
Jiang Xing raised his head unclearly, and Lin Qingyu touched his Adam's apple: "You in your dream, there is also a mole here."
Jiang Xing is strange: [You don't remember what I looked like in my dream, how can you remember this mole? 】
"Because from my perspective, I can always see you here."
Jiang Xing refined Lin Qingyu's words and smiled, "Huh? I don't understand."
Lin Qingyu glanced at him: "The emperor is still young, and he will understand when he grows up."
After Jiang Xing spoke, the Queen Mother was obviously not as concerned about Chaotang as before, and most of her energy was devoted to Jiang Xing. Every day, she would stay in Xingqing Palace for half a day, personally teach Jiang Xing to speak, as if she really regarded Jiang Xing as a babbling child.
"Li'er, you are the emperor, you should call yourself'Zhen'." The queen mother said, "Come, follow the mother and say,'Zhen'."
Jiang Xing looked at Lin Qingyu helplessly, hoping that Lin Qingyu could help him send the queen mother away. Lin Qingyu seemed invisible, and calmly opened a page of memo.
The queen mother who did not get a response from her son continued her efforts: "Li'er, say'I'..."
Jiang Xing had no choice but to say "I", and the queen mother immediately rejoiced: "Li'er is awesome, so smart." In this battle, it seemed that Jiang Xing had made a masterpiece like no one has come before, "Qingyu, you Say yes?"
Lin Qingyu's response was mediocre: "Yeah."
The queen mother saw that he was busy with official duties, and wondered: "Qingyu, if you want to read the memorial, why don't you go to the Palace of Qinzheng?"
Lin Qingyu was startled slightly, and said softly: "I..."
He knew it was bad, but he couldn't help it.
Jiang Xing said: "Mother, I want to be with him."
The queen mother had no principles at all in front of her talking son: "Well, let Qingyu accompany the emperor." She paused and added, "However, after General Gu returns, the emperor can't stick to Qingyu so much. Up."
When the rear dowager talked about Gu Fuzhou, Xiao Songzi ran in, panting and said: "The emperor, queen dowager, Lord Lin, the reporter from the northwest is here!"
The Queen Mother hurriedly said: "Hurry up, please come in!"
Jiang Xing looked at Lin Qingyu. Lin Qingyu seemed calm, but her fingertips were a little whitish while holding the memorial book.
Fortunately, Lin Qingyu already knew. Otherwise, he really couldn't imagine what Lin Qingyu would become crazy when he learned of Gu Fuzhou's death from the crowd.
Jiang Xing quietly pulled Lin Qingyu's sleeve, and called out "baby" with his mouth. Lin Qingyu shook her head and signaled that she was okay.
Within a moment, Shen Huaizhi walked in.
It was last year that Lin Qingyu saw him last time. Shen Huai was thin, dark, and dusty, with bloodshot eyes. It is conceivable that he hardly closed his eyes along the way.
Shen Huaizhi knelt down in front of a few people and said in a dumb voice: "Northwest Great Victory, Yongliang has recovered."
The queen mother let out a sigh of relief and smiled: "Gu Fuzhou lived up to expectations. As soon as the emperor became the king, he calmed down the northwest. He deserves the name of his assistant general. Qingyu, you really married a good husband."
Lin Qingyu asked: "If it's a big victory, why can't you see joy on your face?"
Shen Huaizhi raised his head and looked at Lin Qingyu, his voice choked: "Doctor Lin, I can't help you. General Gu..." Shen Huaizhi grabbed the ground with his head, crying like blood, "General Gu, he...he died in battle. Up!"
The queen mother suddenly widened her eyes and sat down in a daze. Several court ladies covered their lips with their hands and exclaimed silently; Komatsuko had been admiring the general for a long time, so she cried immediately.
Xiao Songzi's sobbing echoed in the hall. Lin Qingyu glanced at Jiang Xing with a complicated expression, and said, "I see."
Shen Huaizhi: "...?"
The author has something to say: New Emperor: General, go with peace of mind, I will take care of the beautiful little widow.
PS: I woke up and owed everyone 7 more (Chapter 14)!
The text of this month should be over (rubbing hands)