Lin Qingyu changed clothes and took a carriage to Jinxiuxuan.
As the first floor of the capital, Jinxiu Xuan, unless it is in special periods such as national funerals, is full of seats all the year round, and it is very lively. Even though Lin Qingyu thought that Shen Huai would be in the capital, he didn't expect him to meet at Jinxiuxuan. Although he had ordered Tianjiying to stop pursuing Shen Huaizhi, Shen Huaizhi himself probably didn't know about it, and even dared to show up in the city wells of Beijing. Is this confidence in his own skill
The edict of the abolished prince has been announced to the world, and Shen Huaizhi is looking for himself at this time, most likely it is for Xiao Teng. I have to say that he has some expectations.
Lin Qingyu asked the shopkeeper of Jinxiuxuan for a second-floor elegant room and a pot of tea. He was sitting by the window, drinking tea and watching the flow of people coming and going. Yongxing Street is as prosperous as ever, and the screams of shops and vendors, and the look of passers-by when passing by are no different from usual. The emperor is seriously ill, and the change of position seems to have no effect on these flat-headed people. This is true in the capital, let alone other places.
No matter who the prince is, who is sitting on the dragon chair, and who is holding the palm of the hand, ordinary people will live their lives.
Not long after, there was a soft sound at the door, and Lin Qingyu said "Come in", and a man wearing a drapery hat walked in, and the soap gauze hung down, blocking the man's appearance. Lin Qingyu asked Huantong to go outside to guard, and the man took off his veil, revealing a plain face that was forgotten in a blink of an eye.
Lin Qingyu said, "I didn't expect to see you again soon."
Shen Huaizhi showed a faint smile: "Doctor Lin."
Shen Huaizhi could still laugh, and it seemed that he was not asking him for inquiries. Lin Qingyu rolled his sleeves and pointed to the tea seat opposite: "Sit down."
Shen Huaishi sat down in front of Lin Qingyu, with a trace of awkwardness, but it was generally calm. Lin Qingyu asked him: "Why do you want to invite me to meet here? In the past, I used to be at Changsheng Temple."
"I'm leaving the capital. I don't know when I will see you next time." Shen Huaizhi lowered his eyes and said, "Before I leave, I want to have a drink with you."
Lin Qingyu looked at the man's frank intercourse, with a slight discomfort in her chest. He and Shen Huai have known each other for a long time. Every time they meet either at the Imperial Medical Office or at the Changsheng Temple, the two have never sat across the table across the table like they do now, and there is a pot of good tea on the table.
In the past, he used Shen Huaizhi as a chess piece, so there was no need for chess players and chess pieces to drink together. Now that Xiao Wei has fallen, Shen Huaizhi doesn't even have the qualifications to be a chess piece in his hand, so why does he leave his husband not to accompany him, wasting time here.
Lin Qingyu asked: "Why do you want to drink with me?"
Shen Huaizhi looked up and said, "Because, I regard Doctor Lin as a friend."
Lin Qingyu couldn't help but smile. With his smile, Shen Huaizhi was taken aback for a while, and couldn't help saying: "Also, your eyes really look like Jingchun."
Lin Qingyu jokingly said: "In that case, you also regard me as a substitute for Princess Jingchun?"
Shen Huai denies: "I don't. You look good, you look better than Jingchun, and your personalities are completely different. I won't confuse you. But you cured me and found it for me. Brother Zhu, let me know the truth of the year, and I am very grateful to you."
Lin Qingyu asked: "I ask you, the reason why you stayed in Beijing, did you not believe me, thinking that I would attack Jingchun?"
"I didn't believe it." Shen Huaizhi defended with difficulty, "I just..."
"If you care about Jingchun so much, why don't you go to the north to see him?"
Shen Huaizhi shook his head: "He should be living well in the North, I don't want to disturb him."
Lin Qingyu looked at him for a while and asked, "What wine would you like to drink."
There was a hint of joy on Shen Huaizhi's face, and that lifeless face finally had a little look: "Just drink what you like."
Shen Huaizhi didn't mention Xiao Zheng, as if he really just wanted to drink with Lin Qingyu. Lin Qingyu ordered a pot of Jinxiuxuan's signature bamboo leaf sake, and ordered a few dishes that he thought was good. Shen Huai is not good at speech. If it is not necessary to speak very little, Lin Qingyu is not a talkative person. Most of the words in a day are spoken to Gu Fuzhou. The two used the meal in silence. Finally, Shen Huaizhi picked up the wine pouch and said: "Farewell today, it will be hard to see each other at the end of the world. Doctor Lin, take care."
Lin Qingyu also toasted, took a sip, and said, "Where are you going to go back to Nanyue Fishing Village?"
Shen Huai said with self-deprecation: "I haven't thought about it yet. The world is so big, there is always a place for me."
"It's a pity that you are a waste of martial arts. You probably won't go back to Tianji Camp." Lin Qingyu said, "Perhaps, would you like to stay with me and the general."
Lin Qingyu's invitation greatly exceeded Shen Huai's expectations: "You mean... General Gu?"
Lin Qingyu nodded: "The general is now in charge of the imperial guard and the iron cavalry camp of the capital. It is not difficult to find a position for you-don't you always admire the general."
After the astonishment, Shen Huai laughed: "Thank you for your kindness, Doctor Lin, I admire the general, but it's a pity that I don't want to stay in the capital."
Lin Qingyu pondered: "So, you still want to escape."
"No, I just want to live a peaceful life."
Lin Qingyu smiled coldly: "If you really let go of everything, you won't be here now."
Shen Huai tightened his lips and fell into silence.
Liangshen, Lin Qingyu said: "Huaizhi, the'truth' that Zhu Yongxin told you that day is not entirely true."
Shen Huai's pupils suddenly tightened: "What?"
"The Heavenly Prison Gate was destroyed once, and it was true that Xiao Teng could not escape. But at the last moment, he stopped. It was the emperor who left behind. When he gave up, he ordered Tianjiying to come out with Chiya. In the name of the sect, the gates of the Heavenly Prison are full. It took Xiao Teng a lot of effort to save your life." Lin Qingyu said, "But Xiao Teng planned the gate of the Heavenly Prison and deceived you for many years. In my opinion, he and the culprit The emperor of the culprit is no different. But maybe you have another opinion."
Shen Huaizhi's face was pale: "Why did you suddenly tell me the truth?"
Lin Qingyu said indifferently: "Don't you treat me as a friend? I don't usually lie to my friends."
Of course, he was willing to tell Shen Huai the facts. The most important thing was that Xiao Teng had been a complete failure, and he didn't know how long his life could stay, and there was no possibility of a comeback. In this case, the "truth" is not so important.
Shen Huaizhi was silent, only his breathing became heavy.
Lin Qingyu examined his expression and said, "Why, regret the sword that stabbed Xiao Zheng?"
When Shen Huaizhi spoke again, his voice was already muffled: "Why are you lying to me?"
Lin Qingyu said bluntly: "I'm afraid you will feel softer."
There was a weird laughter from Shen Huai's throat: "In your eyes, am I... so cheap?"
Lin Qingyu asked, "Aren't you cheap?"
Shen Huai suffocated his breath, Huo Di stood up, fisted with both hands: "I, I'm leaving."
Lin Qingyu said behind him: "I'm sorry for lie to you, but I don't regret it. Under the circumstances at the time, you still saved Xiao Teng a life. If you know that Xiao Teng has been softhearted, I'm afraid that it will not Will hurt him, and will forgive him generously, and continue to work hard for him to warm the bed..."
The unabashed contempt in Lin Qingyu's tone seemed to be unceasingly piercing the heart of Shen Huai Consciousness. His eyes were scarlet and he blurted out: "I won't!"
Lin Qingyu put down the wine goblet: "So, just do it for me."
Shen Huaizhi almost growled and said, "What do you want me to do."
"Xiao Zheng is recuperating in Jinyang Garden. I can let you see him again."
Shen Huai said dumbly: "See him...?"
"After meeting, do you want to take his life and avenge the heavenly prison gate, or leave him a life so that you can continue the relationship later, or let him live so half-deadly, watching you and others in love, and talking about love? Love is powerless, and I will be your prisoner for the rest of my life-as long as you say a word, I can satisfy you." Lin Qingyu raised the corner of her mouth, with irresistible bewitching in her cold voice, "But I won't force you, choose it. The right is in your own hands."
Shen Huai was stunned for a long time and sat down slowly. Lin Qingyu stood up and said, "Wait for your consideration, then come find me."
After the Dragon Boat Festival, the days became hotter. The capital has not rained for two months, the fields are cracked and the streams are dry. Seeing the severe drought in Beijing, the new crown prince Xiao Jie went to Tiantai Mountain together with the national teacher to ask for rain, but has not returned.
Lin Qingyu spent half a day in the library building of the Imperial Medical Office under the scorching sun and the sound of cicadas. A book of "Ta Yu Yao Jian" was half completed. Suddenly, his right shoulder was touched, and he subconsciously looked to the right. There was no one beside him. When he looked back, he saw a thirty-year-old man sitting on the table on the left.
Lin Qingyu wondered: "Why are you here?"
The hotter the weather, the saltier Gu Fuzhou is. Throughout the midsummer, he never saw Gu Fuzhou go out several times. It must be a big deal to let Gu Fuzhou brave the scorching sun to find him in the Imperial Medical Office.
With a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, Gu Fuzhou closed the book spread out in front of Lin Qingyu with one hand behind him, pushed it aside, and said with a smile: "I have something to give you."
"What."
Gu Fuzhou stretched out his hand behind his back, holding a porcelain altar in his hand. His old sage was saying: "Since the little Gu worm that came out of you died at the feet of Huantong, you have been depressed all day long and washed away with tears. As a husband, I really can't stand it anymore, so..."
Lin Qingyu's heartbeat accelerated for a while: "Did you..."
"Yes, I want to give you a brood of small Gu worms." Gu Fuzhou opened the porcelain cover, "I will send someone to Nanjiang to find what the Gu King wants. It should meet your requirements."
Lin Qingyu took a closer look, and the Gu worm that Gu Fuzhou gave him was indeed the kind he wanted at first glance. As for whether there is the effect he wants, he still needs to raise it before he knows. But this has saved him most of his time.
Lin Qingyu smiled and said, "This is the best gift I have ever received."
Gu Fuzhou's mood became more subtle: "Well... Do you like it more than the engagement ring I gave you?"
To be honest, a brood of small Gu worms is much more useful to him than a ring. Because he often had to dispense medicines and it was inconvenient to wear things on his hands, he had put away the ring that Gu Fuzhou gave him, and kept it together with other important objects. But at this moment, Lin Qingyu felt that he could tell a harmless little lie. He wiped the sweat from Gu Fuzhou's forehead with his sleeves: "That's better for rings."
Gu Fuzhou was relaxed, leaning against the table and sitting halfway, even so, it was still much higher than Lin Qingyu, who was standing upright. With Gu Fuzhou's hand, Lin Qingyu was taken a step forward, embedded between a pair of long legs.
Gu Fuzhou looked at Lin Qingyu's expression, and said, "You lied to Doctor Lin again, you clearly like little Gu worms. Hey, you almost lied to you again."
There was a smile in Lin Qingyu's eyes: "It's all from you anyway, what's the difference."
Gu Fuzhou raised his sword eyebrows: "Then what about my gift in return?"
Lin Qingyu gently touched his cheek: "I will give it to you back home."
Gu Fuzhou seemed to be dissatisfied, holding Lin Qingyu and not letting him go: "... Hmm? Why don't you tell me that you will give it to me in a year."
Lin Qingyu reminded him: "This is in the library, and students from the Imperial Medical Office may come over later."
Gu Fuzhou smiled and let go of him: "That's it."
Before leaving, Lin Qingyu had to put a table of medical books back into place. Gu Fuzhou followed behind him with a book in his hand, handed a copy, and he put the copy away. When the last book was still short, Gu Fuzhou suddenly called him: "Qingyu."
As soon as Lin Qingyu turned around, she was gently pushed, and her back leaned directly on the bookshelf. Before he could react, Gu Fuzhou bent down and kissed his lips.
Suddenly, Lin Qingyu froze in a panic. This is not in the general's mansion, not in their bedroom, they are in the library, and there are two guards outside the door. Even if he won't be seen, this is where he usually studies medicine. How can Gu Fuzhou... how can he kiss him here
Lin Qingyu barely recovered until he was bitten on his lips. He heard Gu Fuzhou say: "Qingyu, open your mouth."
Lin Qingyu was holding the last medical book in her arms, her cheeks were red, and she unconsciously called: "Jiang..."
His lips were open, and Young Master Jiang's small tongue came as expected, and even made a little inexplicable noise.
Outside, when the sky changed, a flash of thunder flashed across the sky. After the thunderstorms, a violent wind came suddenly and a heavy rain suddenly arrived. The rain washed over the windows, and the library building was as dark as night.
Lin Qingyu leaned against the bookshelf, closed her eyes, her long eyelashes quivered, and let Gu Fuzhou kiss him.
Gentle and warm.
This is the first and last rain in the midsummer of this year.
In August, the former prince Xiao Yuxie passed away in Jinyang Park; in October, the emperor died of illness, and the crown prince Xiao Jie became the throne, and the reign was first Xi; Empress Fengwen was the only empress dowager of Dayu, and she listened to politics.
The author has something to say: Little Theater: The daily life of classmate Jiang and the ancient beauty
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Classmate Jiang: Qingyu Qingyu, help me with face recognition to prevent addiction, love you!