Can't see things in the dark, but Jiang Xing can imagine Lin Qingyu's current expression. He got up and lit the lamp, the light shining through the light gauze curtain, illuminating a warm pale yellow on the dragon bed.
Jiang Xing sat down on the bed with his legs apart, fished Lin Qingyu out of the quilt, and carefully looked at the other side's expression, and he was as helpless as he imagined. He put Lin Qingyu on his lap, encircled him from behind, and said, "Of course you can. You can like me whatever you want. I can't ask for it."
Lin Qingyu lowered his eyes and said: "If the way God repays me is to make the one I love suffer..."
"If this is the case, why would God give me a chance to come back from the dead? Wouldn't it just let me die completely?"
Jiang Xing had some truth in what he said, but Lin Qingyu still couldn't rest assured, and said with fear, "Maybe I am a little bit worse, they will really take you away."
"They? Who."
"I don't know." Lin Qingyu murmured, "They can't do anything with me, so they will bully you. Because they know that this is the best way to torture me."
"You have to think about it from another angle.'They' just reluctant to see you being tortured, they send me back again and again. Last time they sent me to the northwest, it made you sad for a little half a year; this time it directly caused me to die. Back to the city, you can find you as soon as you wake up." Jiang Xingru awakens from the dream, "God Qingyu, you are the lucky beauty who has been blessed by the heavens!"
Lin Qingyu asked again: "Why do they care for me?"
Jiang Xing pretended to think: "Probably because you found the antidote to the epidemic a few years ago?"
Lin Qingyu shook his head: "That's not the credit of me alone."
"You have done well enough." Jiang Xing told him, "better than many people."
Lin Qingyu smiled, as if he had been coaxed a little better.
Jiang Xing breathed a sigh of relief. When he slackened, he began to feel sleepy again: "Furthermore, the national teacher said that Xiao Li's body is my main body in Dayu. The first two do not fit with me, and the soul is not in harmony with the body. Naturally, it will not last long. I want to return to myself. In his body, don’t you have to die twice? What does this have to do with you."
Lin Qingyu thought for a long time, but made up his mind: "In any case, I will do less bad things in the future."
"Don't baby. Do whatever you want. If you want to change yourself when you fall in love with me, then I'm a scumbag again."
Jiang Xing knew Lin Qingyu too well, and Lin Qingyu's malice would never arise for no reason. He doesn't need Lin Qingyu to suppress his instincts, but he needs fools to take care of himself and not provoke his wife.
Lin Qingyu looked back at him and asked, "Then if others come to provoke you and me in the future, can I still do bad things to them?"
"It must be possible. You can do whatever you want to do to them." Jiang Xing put his chin on Lin Qingyu's shoulder and squinted. , Aren’t you just being casual? Baby don’t worry about flying, I’ll remember if something happened."
Lin Qingyu is funny: "I am a minister and you are a puppet monarch, what can you recite for me?"
Jiang Xing worked hard to overcome his sleepiness, and patiently explained: "Xiao Jie, an idiot, can make Cui Lian sit on a dragon chair, and Tianjiying and others can be loyal to him, let alone me. As long as you sit in this position, you can do anything. Too much."
Jiang Xing always has the ability to make people feel at ease. Lin Qingyu felt quite settled, and said, "It's not early, I will go back to the side hall to sleep."
Jiang Xing was so sleepy that he hugged Lin Qingyu and fell into the bed together: "I've come here, what else are you going to leave."
Lin Qingyu hesitated: "If the eunuch who is waiting for you to get up sees..."
"It's okay, only Komatsuko is the only one serving me up close now."
Lin Qingyu didn't want to separate from Jiang Xing selfishly. Hearing what he said, she found a comfortable position in his arms and fell asleep curled up.
The next day, Komatsuko entered the temple as usual and was surprised to find that the emperor had risen. What shocked him even more was that there was still a figure behind the bed tent.
"Emperor..."
Jiang Xing raised his finger: "Shhh."
Komatsuko covered her mouth, stared and shook her head, indicating that she hadn't seen anything. When the two came to the outer hall, Jiang Xing asked, "Where did Master Lin go after presiding over General Gu's funeral yesterday."
Xiao Songzi said, "Master Lin took Wu Guogong, General Shi and other military attaches, as well as Gongzi Shen to Dali Temple."
Taking military commanders and Shen Huai knowledge to Dali Temple, it should be for Jiangnan food and grass. Therefore, it took him so much effort to get Lin Qingyu back to normal, and Xi Rong's few words stimulated Lin Qingyu to sleep in the middle of the night, so he hugged him for comfort
Can.
Jiang Xing put on his dragon robe and said, "Go and call Shen Huai Zhi."
Before Shen Huai's knowledge arrived, Xu Jun would like to come to see him first. He is here to ask Jiang Xing to resign.
"Now that the emperor has credible people around him, he doesn't need ministers anymore. The hustle and bustle in the palace is not conducive to cultivation. The ministers still want to return to Changsheng Temple and pray for Dayu and the emperor."
Jiang Xing said: "You came just right. I ask you, according to your statement, I am using my own body now, shouldn't the soul run around anymore?"
Xu Jun is willing to nod and say: "If you return to the emperor, it should be so."
That's what Jiang Xing said to Lin Qingyu, but Lin Qingyu would still disturb herself. Psychological problems can sometimes use foreign objects to give Lin Qingyu a sustenance, which may have some effect.
"Do you have anything like'fixing soul jade'?"
"'Soul jade'?" Xu Jun wanted to wonder, "what is that."
So that means no more. Jiang Xing glanced up and down at Xu Junyuan, his eyes rested on the jade pendant tied around his waist: "That's it."
At this time, Xiao Songzi brought Shen Huai's consciousness: "The emperor, Lord Shen is here."
It's been a while since Shen Huai knew the true identity of the emperor. After digesting it for so long, he could barely combine the Gu Fuzhou he knew with the young emperor in front of him. This is also attributable to Jiang Xing's too clear personality, especially when he does not deliberately hide it, it feels that it is difficult to find the second in the world.
Shen Huaizhi was about to kneel and bow before he heard the emperor say: "You don't need to be formal in front of me. I heard that Master Lin took you to Dali Temple yesterday."
Shen Huaizhi nodded: "Yes."
"Can he say what to do with Xirong?"
"Master Lin said it was handed over to us. General Wu meant to let him taste Dayu's torture."
Jiang Xing disagreed: "Xi Rong can withstand even palace torture and water torture, so what else is it. To deal with people like him, it is the best policy to attack the heart."
Shen Huai asked: "What is the emperor's opinion?"
Jiang Xing smiled and said, "You can't talk about a good opinion, but you can refer to it. For example, take Xi Rong to Jinyang Park and give—" Jiang Xing paused, "killing himself."
Xu Jun would like to be curious: "Why Jinyang Garden."
Jiang Xing casually said, "The scenery there is good."
When Xu Jun was willing to understand, he couldn't help being surprised. This is not like the style of Jiang Gongzi, but more like what Lin Qingyu would do.
Come to think of it, Jiang Gongzi is gradually adapting to his new identity.
The so-called Ninth Five-Year Lord, in the world, life and death are all within his thoughts.
Hearing movement in the hall, Jiang Xing waved the two of them back.
Lin Qingyu was tying her hair. Seeing Jiang wake up, she asked, "Why didn't you wake me up early because of the morning."
Jiang Xing said: "I just woke up too. I'll show you something."
"What?"
Jiang Xing spread out his hand, and a jade pendant tied to the palace string hung down: "This is the legendary soul jade."
Lin Qingyu suspiciously: "'Soul jade'?"
"With this jade, my soul will be firmly attached to this body, and I won’t be full of big Yu flying." Jiang Xinghu made up, "I heard Xu Junyuan said that this jade is a spiritual stone on the top of Kunlun Mountain. Nourished by the aura of heaven and earth, it has become refined..."
Lin Qingyu: "..."
He just mentioned it last night, Xu Jun was willing to take the initiative to deliver the things, there is no such a coincidence. But Jiang Xing tried so hard to appease him, and he didn't want to disappoint Jiang Xing.
Lin Qingyu chuckled lightly: "So, I'm relieved."
A few days later, news came from Jinyang Garden that Xi Rong resisted the decree and refused to hang himself in the garden. After a delay of half an hour, Shi Pei's throat was sealed with a sword, blood flowed from his mouth and neck, soaking the earth, even the peach blossoms in the garden seemed to be a little bit charming.
It is said that he had only one request before he died: "Ayeon, don't look."
On the second day after Xi Rong's death, Xiao Jie also went mad. It may be inaccurate to use "crazy" to describe him. He is neither noisy nor excessive, nor does he act excessively. He just loses the brilliance in his eyes and is at the mercy of others without saying a word. Just like Xiao Li before, only a delicate body remained.
Lin Qingyu asked Xiao Songzi to send Xiao Jie a bottle of medicine. Jiang Xing asked him: "Master Lin is to do bad things or do good things?"
Lin Qingyu smiled lightly: "The emperor might as well take a guess."
In March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the spring flowers bloom. This long winter is finally over.
Under the tireless teachings of the Queen Mother, although the Holy Master still didn't speak much, he had become more and more fluent in what he said.
Ordinary princes must start to learn to read words, followed by the Four Books and Five Classics, and the theory of history. The queen mother devoted herself to the cultivation of the sage, and seldom took care of the affairs of the government. Lin Qingyu was the only one who dragged the slacker emperor's country forward with his confidant, and was finally pushed to the position of the prime minister.
Lin Qingyu had never been admitted to the fame, and he was born in a mere imperial physician, so he could become the first of the hundred officials at this age. Some people say that he stepped on the two deceased husbands to get to where he is today; some people say that he has a good method, and they don't know what kind of ecstasy soup was poured into the empress dowager; others disagree, insisting that Lin Qingyu is relying on a face.
However, no matter how bad these people say in private, they should respectfully call him "Lin Xiang" on the surface.
On this day, Lin Qingyu happened to pass by the Taiyuan Hospital and saw many new faces. These people are all new medical officers who entered the palace, and some of them looked at the same age as when he entered the palace.
A medical officer was walking on the road frowning in contemplation, but he didn't know what he was thinking, but the acupuncture bag fell on the ground and didn't respond. Lin Qingyu bent down to pick it up, and said, "Stay."
Hearing the sound, the medical officer turned his head, and saw a crane embroidered on the indigo-colored official uniform, and above it was a beautiful and stern face.
The medical officer was stunned, and after hearing the eunuch coughed twice, he was relieved, and knelt down in a hurry: "Go down, go down to the officer, see the Prime Minister."
In this palace, there is only one person who can wear official clothes embroidered with cranes and have such a face.
Lin Qingyu looked at the acupuncture bag for a while and returned it. The medical officer was flattered and took it tremblingly, blushing and said, "Thank you, Lord Prime Minister."
Lin Qingyu lost consciousness for a moment, and said, "Go ahead."
Sure enough, he still liked the technique of medical gu better than government affairs. Unfortunately, since Xiao Jie became the throne, he didn't have much time to do what he liked.
Lin Qingyu returned to Xingqing Palace and saw the piles of memorabilia on the table, inexplicably tired. He forced himself to open one of them, which was a fold from Wu Youyuan from the northwest. As stated in the memorial, the Northwest Army successfully won a big city in Xixia. This is the first city in the southeast of Xixia, with a population of tens of thousands. They did not want to hurt the soldiers and civilians, but Xixia's soldiers secretly colluded with the civilians, causing a lot of trouble to the Northwest Garrison.
Wu Youyuan was proficient in the art of war and quickly grew into a general after Gu Fuzhou's death. However, he knew nothing about the way of governing the country. He could easily take a city, but he didn't know how to govern a city.
Lin Qingyu picked up the pen and was about to review, when there was a voice outside: "The emperor is back to the palace—"
Jiang Xing waved away from others and complained: "Just freed from the Ci'an Palace-what are you doing?"
Lin Qingyu's tone was cool: "What else can I do."
Jiang Xing keenly noticed the resentment in Lin Qingyu's tone. He walked behind Lin Qingyu and said diligently: "The Prime Minister has worked hard. May I squeeze your shoulders for you?"
Lin Qingyu didn't stop Jiang Xing. Jiang Xing squeezed his shoulders with just the right amount of force, which slightly relieved his fatigue. After a while, he said: "Legs are also sore."
Jiang Xing pushed away the memo, made a small space on the table, and carried Lin Qingyu up so that he could serve him easily.
Waiting, Jiang Xing touched the beauty prime minister up and down. Lin Qingyu's official uniform was also messed up. Jiang Xing, who was still a teenager, would inevitably be a little bit contemplative, and asked politely: "Qingyu, do you have time to take advantage of me?"
Lin Qingyu didn't have any thoughts to be busy with business at first, so he stretched out his hand and asked, "How do you want to account?"
Jiang Xing breathed tightly, and smiled: "My Prime Minister, you make me better like this."
Lin Qingyu regretted: "However, the minister still has a lot of memorabilia to read."
"It's okay, I'll help you see later."
Lin Qingyu didn't believe it: "Will you watch?"
Jiang Xing absently said, "I can try."
After sitting in the court, Lin Qingyu held the pen every day, and a thin cocoon formed on her fingertips. Jiang Xing couldn't help it, and asked, "Qingyu, the ointment you gave me last time..."
Lin Qingyu raised his eyes: "I'm like someone carrying this thing with me? You didn't want it last time when it was delivered to you. It's gone now, it's out of date."
Jiang Xing smiled: "You don't need to bring it, I will carry it with me in the future. Don't worry about it, this time I will play something else." As he said, he lowered his head at him again.
Lin Qingyu's eyes widened and her voice trembled: "You..."
He didn't know where to put his hand, and accidentally touched the memo on the side. The pile of memos suddenly fell down and scattered all over the place.
Jiang Xing felt that it was inconvenient to be on the table, so he hugged Lin Qingyu and went to bed. Furong tents are warm, and the fragrance overflows.
When Lin Qingyu got off the dragon bed, it was getting late. Afterwards, he fell asleep under Jiang Xing's entanglement, and that day passed. Thinking of the piles of things waiting for him to deal with, Lin Qingyu regretted it. He shouldn't just let things go and "faint monarch" day-day prostitution. Tonight, I'm afraid it will be another half night.
Lin Qingyu returned to the table, only to see that the memorial book that fell on the floor was picked up at some point and placed neatly on the table.
When he and Jiang Xing were in the same house, the palace people did not dare to enter without permission—then, Jiang Xing did it
Lin Qingyu opened Wu Youyuan's memorial, which read four words in his handwriting: Divide and conquer.
He looked at someone who had fallen asleep in the bed, thoughtfully.
Jiang Xing Xianyu has been so long, it is time to drag him up and do business.
The author has something to say: Ah, this is the taste of the end