Chapter 697 I don’t have time, go find my dad. Didn’t you see Jiayou is still sick?

Lin Jiayou leaned against the head of the bed, his face still a little pale. He smiled weakly and opened his mouth obediently.

"Qingchen, thank you for your hard work. Actually, I can do it myself."

"You got injured for me, so it's my duty to take care of you." Gu Qingchen said confidently, completely forgetting that the injury on his foot was much more serious than his minor abrasion.

After she finished feeding him the soup, she picked up a book and said, "You're bored lying down, let me read to you to cheer you up."

Lin Jiayou nodded with a smile, looking at her gently, letting her bustle around him like a little top.

As the two were talking, Gu Lanxin walked in carrying a lunch box.

"Jiayou, Qingchen." She smiled gently and placed the food box on the table. "I made some light snacks. You should be able to eat them."

"Sister Lan, you are so nice to him." Gu Qingchen joked.

Gu Lanxin blushed slightly, glared at her, and turned her gaze to Lin Jiayou with some concern.

Lin Jiayou also nodded to her. Their eyes met briefly across Gu Qingchen, and then they looked away. Everything seemed so polite.

Gu Qingchen didn't think much about it...

One day, Gu Qingchen came to change Lin Jiayou's dressing as usual.

The scrape on his shoulder had already scabbed over. She was about to bandage it when she caught a glimpse of a hideous old scar on his chest beneath his open shirt, like a centipede coiled there.

"How did you do this?" Gu Qingchen stopped.

Lin Jiayou subconsciously pulled at his collar, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, and then he smiled bitterly and said, "It's all in the past, it's better not to talk about it."

The more he did this, the more Gu Qingchen asked.

"Hurry up and tell me!"

Lin Jiayou then sighed "inadvertently" and slowly told a story from the past.

"Back then, when you asked the escort agency to take me to Jinguan City, the escort driver saw that I was alone and had no money, so he became malicious."

"They abandoned me halfway, intending to rob me of my money and kill me... If I hadn't been lucky enough to escape at the risk of my life, and if I hadn't been saved by a noble person, I'm afraid you would never see me again."

Gu Qingchen felt a surge of anger rushing to his head.

"What? I gave them so much silver, and they promised me they'd get you there safely! Then they even sent someone to bring me a letter saying you'd arrived! What a bunch of bastards!"

She was so angry that she was shaking all over. She stood up suddenly and said, "No, I'm going to settle the score with them right now!"

"Qingchen!" Lin Jiayou grabbed her and said, "Don't be impulsive! Your foot injury hasn't healed yet. Besides, it's been so many years..."

"That won't do! I can't swallow this!"

Lin Jiayou patted her hand soothingly and said, "If you want to deal with them, there are many ways to do it. There's no need to rush."

His words calmed Gu Qingchen down a little.

Just then, Qian Zhenyun walked in.

He didn't look at Lin Jiayou, and said directly to Gu Qingchen: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to check the accounts of a batch of military equipment. There are a few things I can't verify, so I want to ask you."

Gu Qingchen was getting annoyed and waved his hands impatiently: "How can I have time? Go find my dad. Can't you see Jiayou is still sick?"

"It's about military affairs." Qian Zhenyun only said these six words.

The impatience on Gu Qingchen's face froze.

She finally sat down and took the account book handed to her by Qian Zhenyun.

When her eyes fell on those familiar entries and numbers, her entire aura changed.

The naive and impatient girl just now disappeared, replaced by a daughter of a general with sharp eyes and clear thinking.

"The loss of leather for this batch of saddles is not right, it's half a percent higher. And for this batch of arrow feathers, the quantity put into storage doesn't match the quantity purchased, there's a difference of three hundred pieces." She pointed at the account book and pointed out the problems one by one, decisively and accurately.

Qian Zhenyun listened quietly, nodded from time to time, and took note of what she said.

After checking the accounts, he stood up and said goodbye.

Before leaving, he took out a small porcelain bottle and a roll of paper from his arms and placed them on the table.

"My father's new blood-activating ointment is more effective than medicinal wine. He also drew this diagram. It teaches you how to massage and rehabilitate your body to prevent the root of the disease from developing."

After saying that, he turned and left without saying a single extra word.

Gu Qingchen stared at the two things in a daze.

She unfolded the paper roll, on which was a detailed charcoal drawing of the ankle, marking each acupoint, and writing in small words the number of massages per day and the angles of movement.

Everyone told her not to be impulsive and to consider the overall situation. Only Qian Zhenyun silently cared about whether she was hurt from the fall.

My heart felt like it was gently bumped by something.

However, before this slight ripple could dissipate, it was interrupted by Lin Jiayou's surprised voice.

"Qingchen, come and see."

She turned around and saw Lin Jiayou taking something out of the quilt.

It was a small wooden sculpture, all fiery red, depicting a horse raising its hooves to gallop. The spirit in its eyes and brows was exactly that of her lost beloved horse, Chiyan.

"I couldn't sleep, so I tried carving one." Lin Jiayou handed the little wooden horse to her, "This way, it will always be with you."

Gu Qingchen took the small wooden horse, and when his fingertips touched the warm wood, his eyes suddenly turned red.

The strange feeling that had just arisen from Qian Zhenyun was instantly washed away.

Just as the turmoil of the autumn hunt had subsided, a gold-embossed invitation was delivered to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.

The invitation came from the Third Prince's Mansion, under the pretext of holding a Golden Autumn Poetry Festival, inviting talented men and famous ladies from all over the capital.

The letter specifically mentioned Gu Qingchen and Lin Jiayou, who had become famous during the hunting competition in Xishan.

Gu Qingchen has never been interested in those sour and hypocritical things, but when he saw Lin Jiayou's name, his eyes lit up.

This is a good opportunity.

A good opportunity for everyone in the capital to witness Jiayou's talent.

She decided to go without hesitation.

“Nonsense!”

In Gu Junze's study, the Duke of Zhenguo slammed the gold-embossed invitation on the table, making a dull sound.

"Do you know what the relationship is between the Third Prince and the Crown Prince? This isn't a poetry gathering; it's a gathering to recruit people and get them to choose sides!"

Gu Junze looked at his simple-minded daughter, feeling angry and helpless.

"Dad, you're overthinking it." Gu Qingchen curled his lips indifferently, "Lin Jiayou is just a scholar. What relationship does he have with the court? The Third Prince invited him because he values ​​his talent."

"Talent?" Gu Junze sneered, "Qingchen, when will you be able to use your brain to judge people?"

"Everyone in the capital knows about Lin Jiayou's relationship with Prince Yong's Mansion. When did Lin Jingchuan ever say he wouldn't care about him? The fact that he lives in our house is already eye-catching enough."

"Dad tells you, you can go, but remember this, watch your mouth and keep an eye on the person next to you!"

Gu Qingchen said "I know" but he felt in his heart that his father was being too suspicious.

In her eyes, Lin Jiayou is the unpolished jade covered by dust.

All she had to do was wipe off the dust with her own hands and let it shine.