Chapter 71 Chapter 71 Qin Sizhao in Qingjitang
Jinzhan stood at the door, peeking into the room, and after a quick glance, she immediately retracted her head, looking as if she wanted to watch the fun but didn't dare to look any further.
She covered her mouth and laughed secretly at the door, her shoulders shaking constantly, and her whole body almost shaking like a sieve.
"Don't laugh, don't laugh!"
She muttered softly and slapped herself lightly.
Gu Shi stretched out his bony hands, which had never done odd jobs before, and placed a bowl on the table awkwardly. He pursed his lips, not daring to look Lingchuan in the eye, and showed an embarrassed expression.
"Lunch, let's eat."
He only managed to squeeze out these words from between his teeth.
Lingchuan tried hard to suppress his smile, but his eyes were still full of laughter.
She took the bowl, picked up some noodles with chopsticks, and looked down. It was full of noodles of different thicknesses and lengths.
I didn't mind it at all and took a bite. Half of the noodles were overcooked and the other half were undercooked.
"good……"
She used Gu Shi's embarrassment as a topping for her noodles and ate it all mouthful by mouthful.
It’s just a bowl of noodles anyway, and there’s nothing complicated about seasoning. Just eat it and give Gu Shi some face.
It's just that they added a little too much vinegar, but if you bear with it, you can still eat it and still feel full after eating it.
"The chef in the kitchen has changed today, and the dishes are a little different. You'll have to make do with what you have."
Gu Shi was stubborn and refused to admit that he made the noodles, as if he had lost face.
Lingchuan looked at the flour on his face and said with a suppressed smile:
"Well, I see, the cook has indeed been changed."
"What are you looking at? I didn't do it!"
Lingchuan's mocking and teasing eyes made Gu Shi unable to hold back and confess directly.
She stretched out a finger, pointed at his profile, and said with a smile:
"You still have flour on your face."
Gu Shi's face turned red all of a sudden. He walked to the mirror and looked at his face carefully.
There was indeed a piece of flour on the side of his cheek. He really embarrassed himself in front of everyone today.
He reached out to wipe the flour off his face. Everyone in the harem would know that he was henpecked... This really made him irritated.
"Lingchuan, don't talk nonsense, it wasn't me who did it."
"I didn't say you made it... But hand-rolled noodles are indeed not easy to make. It's normal for a novice to not be able to make them. Pulled noodles are easier to make, and I can make them too. Do you want to try some?"
Gu Shi had never expected Ling Chuan's voice to become so beautiful and sweet, soothing him like a virtuous wife. He was about to agree with joy, but changed his mind and decided not to.
He whispered:
"The kitchen is very fumy and hot, so you'd better not go in."
This was true. Lingchuan then noticed that there was a layer of sweat on his forehead, so he stood up and wiped it carefully with a handkerchief.
"I'll ask someone to prepare the bath water, go take a shower."
A complicated look suddenly flashed in Gu Shi's eyes. He only glanced at her, then lowered his head and said:
"I thought...you were going to ignore me for a while."
It would have been okay if she just ignored him for a while... It was he who broke up her original marriage, and she was lucky enough not to secretly kill him in the middle of the night to vent her hatred.
But she showed no resistance, resentment, or hatred towards him. Everything was the same as before. She was even gentler than before, as if they were just an ordinary couple in love.
Gu Shi just felt it was abnormal.
He kept telling himself that all this was a bubble-like illusion.
He knew best what he had done to her. Lingchuan was just knowing the situation. She was afraid that he would make a fuss about it and it would be detrimental to Qin Sizhao, so she suppressed her temper and coaxed him.
Lingchuan pulled the corners of his mouth, revealed a wry smile and said:
"What's the point of that...it wouldn't do me any good, would it?"
She spoke these words in a gentle tone that she had prepared, controlling every word. Her heart was filled with bitterness and helplessness.
There was really no point in her competing with Gu Shi. She could only make do with him and continue to live with him. No matter whether she got angry or treated him calmly, her life would not change at all.
As soon as Qin Sizhao left, she suddenly felt that she had figured it out. She could only live one day at a time, so she might as well make do with it for now.
She reached out and pushed Gu Shi's back.
"Go take a shower."
He just listened to her and went to take a shower without bothering her too much.
Lingchuan sat on the bed with her belly bulging, lowered her eyes, reached out and touched her belly, looked at the empty bowl on the table, and inexplicably, most of her thoughts of using the fetus to plot revenge on Gu Shi disappeared.
Should she sit down and have a good talk with Gu Shi, make it clear that she doesn't want this child, and then abort the fetus after reaching an agreement...
Would he agree so easily just because she didn't want it?
He is the person in the world who is most looking forward to the birth of this child.
She frowned and lowered her head, remembering that Gu Shi had ordered people to make a lot of children's things... There were all kinds of styles, and they were all kept well in the drawer.
He didn't seem particularly keen on continuing the family line, so why did he want this child? Lingchuan couldn't understand.
Maybe she should take the initiative to communicate more with Gu Shi so as to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings between the two of them.
Thinking of the various misunderstandings between her and Gu Shi, a mature sadness suddenly sprouted in her heart.
She thought that she rarely took the initiative to chat with Gu Shi, and rarely expressed her feelings to Gu Shi. She always used extreme methods to achieve her goals.
She also has her immature aspects... Lingchuan rarely touched his forehead and began to seriously reflect on himself.
After the reflection, Lingchuan felt helpless. After all, there are always some regrettable things in life due to immaturity, and past mistakes are inevitable.
Lingchuan suddenly felt that he didn't know what was right and what was wrong. He was confused by his strange fate and could only make do with his life and not think things through too clearly.
She took off the hairpin from her head, held it in her hand, examined it carefully, and looked at every corner of it, as if she had returned to her childhood and taken an impossible journey.
She couldn't help but wonder where Qin Sizhao was now and what he was thinking of her.
He left in such a hurry, was he rushing to help her deal with the fake death drug...
It would be better for him to just leave and forget about her completely. Even if the truth comes out, she will have to bear the consequences alone.
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The door of Qingji Hall was filled with the pungent smell of medicine. Doctors and pharmacists gathered here, working day and night without sleep, just to study the most tricky and bizarre prescriptions.
The real name of the leader of the Qingji Hall is unknown. Everyone calls him Master Wutou. He doesn't have many wrinkles on his face, but the flesh hangs down heavily, making him look neither male nor female.
When he opened his mouth, his voice and accent were strange, and the ending tone seemed to take eighteen turns on a mountain road. He didn't look like a serious middle-aged man at all.
Legend has it that he was a eunuch who had been released from the palace many years ago. Rumors about him grew increasingly outrageous, with some claiming he was a concubine within the palace, while others claimed he had poisoned several members of the royal family, deforming them in the womb...
Some say he is over sixty years old, others say he is only in his thirties. In short, no one knows his background. They only know that he is good at making tricky and strange prescriptions to perfection, and everyone who sees him has to call him Master.
He sat high up on a chair, wearing a red robe with a strange white bird embroidered on his chest. He said it was neither a chicken nor a duck.
Qin Sizhao straightened his back and knelt in front of him without any hesitation.
"Master, I have a favor to ask."
Master Wutou took his time, blowing on the pipe and flicking the ash from it, then spoke in a neutral tone:
"Hmph...you're thinking of me now? You still have the nerve to call me Master? I think you're a bastard who only cares about people and not about others."
"The disciple is unfilial."
Qin Sizhao kowtowed deeply to him, and his forehead hit the ground with a bang.
Master Wutou looked at his submissive appearance and became so angry that his face turned blue and white. There seemed to be a clash of swords in his eyes, crackling and flying sparks. The sparks were about to splash onto his face and burn several big blisters.
But Qin Sizhao remained respectful, humble and calm.
He raised his hand, held the pipe high, and threw it into his face, causing a real blister on his face.
"Master, please destroy that fake death pill and replace it with one with a similar smell. I will be happy to serve you for the rest of my life."
Qin Sizhao knelt on the ground humbly and meekly, raised his hands high above his head, and handed the pipe to Master Wutou.
Master Wutou did not take the pipe, but just sneered and looked at Qin Sizhao carefully.
He really has the gentlest face, does the most fearless things, speaks the most daring words in the most respectful tone.
I thought he was a promising talent, but I was wrong!
He gritted his teeth and raised his hand to slap him in the face, but as soon as he raised his hand, he put it down again.
Just slapping him once would be too easy for this beast!
He put on a sinister sneer, put his hands behind his back, stood up, and walked in a square step.
"Qin Sizhao...you are truly my good disciple...Master's love for you is not in vain..."
He walked to the medicine cabinet and took out several bottles of dark and smelly medicine. As soon as he pulled the corks, the whole room was filled with a fishy and bitter smell.
In front of Qin Sizhao, Master Wutou mixed several kinds of medicinal juice into a teacup, which instantly emitted a pungent and spicy smell. However, Qin Sizhao did not dare to frown and just maintained a respectful mask.
He bulged his eyes, like a toad that had become a spirit, opened his mouth and said with a sinister laugh:
"You have harmed Master several times. Today, I will test the medicine for Master. This is considered as fulfilling your duty as a disciple. It is not in vain that we are master and disciple."
He stuffed the teacup into Qin Sizhao's hands with both hands and stared at him sinisterly.
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