Chapter 129 Extra 10
When it was time to go to bed, Jiang Xing gave his room to Lin Qingyu. He told Lin Qingyu how to turn on the lights, how to adjust the temperature in the room, and that he could drink water from the small refrigerator when he was thirsty.
Lin Qingyu pointed at the portrait of a dark-skinned man on the bedside table and asked, "Who is this person?"
"He's a basketball star. I like him very much." When talking about his idol, Jiang Xing was eager to share. "I also have a pair of sneakers signed by him. Can I show them to you?"
"No need." Lin Qingyu said coldly, "You have never hung my portrait on the head of your bed."
Jiang Xing was stunned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "This is different again."
Jiang Xing watched Lin Qingyu get on the bed, cover herself with the quilt, and put her hands inside the quilt. He said, "I'm leaving now. I'll sleep in the guest room. You can find me if you need anything."
Lin Qingyu said "hmm" lightly. Not long ago, he and Jiang Xing were sleeping in the same bed, but now they have to sleep in separate beds, which is outrageous.
Jiang Xing turned off the lamp for him, and walked to the door, thinking of something, and asked, "By the way, Qingyu, do you prefer white?"
Lin Qingyu was slightly delighted: "Do you remember?"
"I just recalled a few images. You seemed to wear white and blue more often."
Lin Qingyu nodded: "Indeed." He usually wore white clothes, and Dayu's official uniform was indigo, so he wore these two colors the most.
Jiang Xing asked again: "Which do you prefer, white or blue?"
Lin Qingyu said: "White."
Jiang Xing smiled and said, "Got it. Good night."
Before going to bed, Jiang Xing tidied up the gorgeous clothes that Lin Qingyu had changed out of and took a few photos with his mobile phone. He knew little about Hanfu and modified Hanfu, so he decided to seek help from professionals. He remembered that Pei Zhiqi had joined the Hanfu circle when she was in junior high school, so he sent the photo to Pei Zhiqi.
Jiang Xing: [How much do you think this improved version of Hanfu is worth? 】
Pei Zhiqi: [! ! ! Where did you get the photos? ! 】
Jiang Xing: [So excited? 】
Pei Zhiqi: [Go check out the local trending searches! 】
Jiang Xing opened Weibo and saw two related hot searches: #Guangzhou Hanfu Carnival# and #Hanfu Exhibition at the Fugitive Prince#.
In the hot search picture, Lin Qingyu was wearing gorgeous clothes and had a stern face, walking around the Hanfu exhibition, raising the appearance of the entire audience by herself.
What the hell is the Crown Prince on the run? The beauty is obviously looking for a husband. When she thought that she was the husband, Jiang Xing chuckled, raised her hands, and slowly covered her eyes.
...This is too exciting. No ordinary person can bear it.
Pei Zhiqi looked at the photos again and again and said: "If you ask me to estimate the price, I think it is worth at least hundreds of thousands. 】
Jiang Xing: [Too low. 】
The next morning, Lin Qingyu woke up in Jiang Xing's room. Faced with the unfamiliar environment, he was distracted for a moment. A day passed, and Xu Junyuan still hadn't figured out a way to take them back. When he returns to Dayu, he will definitely demolish the meditation room that Xu Junyuan had just expanded.
Lin Qingyu came to the guest room and saw the boy on the bed sleeping soundly. Jiang Xing was used to setting the air conditioner temperature low, and he wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, with only half of his face showing outside the quilt.
Lin Qingyu sat down on the edge of the bed, touched the boy's straight nose, and then pinched it without any mercy.
Jiang Xing frowned, and the air pressure around him seemed to drop. He opened his eyes a little, revealing impatience and anger. Lin Qingyu didn't care and said, "It's me."
As expected, the boy was stunned for a moment, but when he saw that it was him, the bad temper between his brows disappeared instantly. He smiled at Lin Qingyu dimly, closed his eyes again, and his voice became nasal due to fatigue: "Let me sleep for a while, just a little while, thank you baby..."
Lin Qingyu didn't hear clearly for a moment: "What did you call me?"
Jiang Xing fell into a deep sleep as soon as he closed his eyes. Lin Qingyu saw a book titled "Five Years of College Entrance Examination, Three Years of Simulation" placed next to his pillow. The book was so big and thick that it could be used as a pillow for sleeping.
I guess Jiang Xing is still in his senior year of high school. Jiang Xing said that in his hometown, the third year of high school is the time when most people lack the most sleep and rest in their lives. It's a rare day off, maybe we should let him sleep a little longer.
Lin Qingyu looked at the sleeping boy. Jiang Xing, who had lost his memory for several years, seemed to have become a few years younger. When Jiang Xing was Gu Fuzhou, no matter what he felt inside, he could behave like a mature man on the outside; later, Jiang Xing became the king of a country, and he had practiced to the point of being able to control himself with ease and be able to control himself freely. One moment he was a magnanimous and tolerant ruler, and the next moment he became a king who had the power of life and death.
But Jiang Xing in his hometown is more like Jiang Xing during Lu Wancheng's period. If not for the many things that happened later, Jiang Xing might have continued like this.
An indescribable feeling welled up in Lin Qingyu's heart. He threw back the quilt and got on the bed. He found his usual position in Jiang Xing's arms and lay there for a while, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.
Lin Qingyu pondered the source of the discomfort, took Jiang Xing's hand, and placed it on her waist - this feeling was right.
So, when Jiang Xing woke up around noon, he found that there was a long-haired beauty in his arms. The beauty rested her head on his arm, her gentle breathing ringing in his ears.
Jiang Xing's body was as stiff as a zombie. His arms had long been numb and might be about to break - when did Lin Qingyu get on the bed?
He vaguely recalled the scene in the morning and was surprised. He was woken up so early, but he didn't have any temper at all. Is this still him?
Jiang Xing didn't dare to move and carefully reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table. It was just a slight movement, but it woke up the sleeping beauty.
Jiang Xing lowered his head to meet Lin Qingyu's eyes and said as calmly as possible: "Morning?"
"Morning." Lin Qingyu said, "Did you remember anything?"
Jiang Xing recalled carefully: "There are still only sporadic images in my mind."
Lin Qingyu smiled with an ambiguous meaning. I think some things have been engraved deep in Jiang Xing's soul. Even if he has lost his memory, some instincts will remain. "Get up, it's time for lunch."
Lin Qingyu got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Yesterday Jiang Xing taught him how to use modern tools to wash, and he was quite interested in this thing called "electric toothbrush". It would be great if it could be used to clean some medicinal herbs that are more difficult to clean.
When Lin Qingyu was washing his face, he felt someone staring at him from behind. He raised his eyes and met Jiang Xing's gaze in the mirror: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Xing came over and tucked his long hair behind his ears: "Your hair is wet."
Lin Qingyu glanced at the long hair that fell to her shoulders: "It's a bit troublesome, can you help me hold it?"
Is there any need to ask this?
Jiang Xing stood behind Lin Qingyu. When Lin Qingyu bent over to wash her face, he helped Lin Qingyu hold her long hair to prevent them from getting wet. Because the white T-shirt that Lin Qingyu was wearing was a bit large, from his high angle he could vaguely see the other person's white neck and a pair of attractive butterfly bones.
Thanks, I was seduced.
Things in this world are unpredictable. In his memory, at this time yesterday he was still standing here alone brushing his teeth and washing his face, but today he was combing the hair of his beautiful wife who had fallen from the sky.
"Do you have any scissors at home?" Lin Qingyu wiped the water drops off his face and said, "I want to cut my long hair." He had seen Jiang Xing with short hair in Dayu, and he had the idea of trying short hair at that time. Unfortunately, he was first the prime minister and then the queen, so he had to be cautious about matters of etiquette.
Jiang Xing came back to his senses and asked, "Do you want to cut it yourself?"
"Um."
"What if I cut it wrong?"
"It doesn't matter," Lin Qingyu stated the fact calmly, "I won't be that ugly even if the haircut is bad."
Jiang Xing stared at the long hair in his hand and said slowly, "I'd better take you out for a haircut."
Lin Qingyu heard the regret in Jiang Xing's tone and asked, "Don't you want me to cut it?"
"No." Jiang Xing smiled, "It's your hair, you can decide for yourself."
Lin Qingyu observed Jiang Xing's expression and said, "I'll trim them tomorrow. You can say goodbye to them today."
Jiang Xing stroked Lin Qingyu's long hair lovingly: "Time is running out, I want to give each of them a name."
"what ever."
Neither of them can cook, so they have to order takeout for lunch. "Qingyu, what do you want to eat?" he asked boldly, "You're welcome, order whatever you want."
Lin Qingyu naturally would not be polite to her husband. The things he brought from Dayu were enough to improve Jiang Xing's poor life. "Three fresh boneless fish, stuffed crab and orange, crystal dragon and phoenix cake, and a stir-fried fresh vegetarian dish - that's all for now."
Jiang Xing hesitated: "Excuse me, Prime Minister, could you please say it again?"
Jiang Xing was preparing lunch, and fearing that Lin Qingyu would be bored alone, he turned on the TV in the living room for him to watch. In order to make it easier for Lin Qingyu to understand, a costume drama was specially selected. Lin Qingyu was attracted by the TV and learned to change channels without any instruction. He was so engrossed in watching that he didn't even notice the doorbell ringing.
Jiang Xing opened the door, took out the lunch and put it on the dining table: "Qingyu, come and eat - Qingyu?"
He called out three times before Lin Qingyu responded to him. Seeing the table full of dishes, Lin Qingyu asked: "Where did these come from?"
"Of course it was made by someone else. I haven't even ordered my cooking skills yet." Jiang Xing paused, "Do you want me to order it?"
"That's not necessary. But don't you have servants at home?"
"Oh, I asked the caretaker for help."
"Butler?" Lin Qingyu looked around and couldn't believe it. "You still need a butler for this small piece of land?"
Jiang Xing explained weakly: "The housekeeper is not just mine, but the housekeeper of all the owners. However, it is also a one-to-one service, equivalent to a high-end property management, and the property management fee is 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a month..." Seeing that Lin Qingyu was about to say something, Jiang Xing clasped his hands together and said humbly: "Don't scold, don't scold, the child knows that he is poor."
Lin Qingyu swallowed his words and comforted him: "It will be fine."
The dishes ordered by Lin Qingyu were considered home-cooked dishes of the rich and powerful in Dayu, but now that he was eating them in a foreign land, the taste was not exactly the same, and must have been improved. He tasted several ingredients he had never seen before, and the flavors were more layered.
Jiang Xing asked him, "Is it delicious?"
Lin Qingyu nodded lightly: "It's OK. It has its own characteristics compared to Dayu Shangshiju. It's hard to tell which one is better."
Jiang Xing said leisurely: "That's right, after all, it's a Michelin two-star product."
Lin Qingyu asked curiously: "What is Michelin?"
Jiang Xing explained to his wife earnestly: "It is a tire."
Watching beautiful women eat is truly a pleasure. Jiang Xing also learned etiquette when he was a child, but he was lazy and casual, and he would rather eat in bed. How could the elegance he pretended to show in front of outsiders compare to Lin Qingyu's innate elegance?
When Lin Qingyu lowered her head to eat, her long hair would fall down, and she had to hold down the hair in front of her with her hands like other girls with long hair.
So damn cute. Can such a lovely beauty really control all the civil and military officials when she becomes the prime minister?
Jiang Xing was watching with great enthusiasm when the landline in the living room rang. It was the property manager calling: "Student Jiang, there is a package for you. I have delivered it to your door."
"Okay, thank you." Jiang Xing took the express delivery, went to the study and rummaged through the drawers. When he returned to the restaurant, he had an old mobile phone in his hand.
"This is my recently discarded phone, and there's a phone card in it." He said to Lin Qingyu, "It seems that you need an ID card to apply for a new card now, so you can use this one first."
Lin Qingyu said: "Okay, bring it here."
Jiang Xing didn't understand: "What do you want to take?"
Lin Qingyu asked in confusion: "Aren't you going to give me your old phone?"
"I just took out the card." Jiang Xing looked at him incredulously, "You still want to use my old phone? How dare you?"
Lin Qingyu raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"
"How can I let you use my old phone?" Jiang Xing raised the brand new box in his hand, "You are already my wife, so of course I have to use the latest model of phone."
Lin Qingyu said helplessly: "Here you go again, aren't you tired of this?"
"Hmm? Why did you say 'again'?"
Lin Qingyu said: "Every time you gave me something, it was always given suddenly, without any signs."
Jiang Xing was very satisfied: "As expected of me." He opened the box and found a white mobile phone inside. "But this time, there is a sign."
Lin Qingyu was slightly startled, then understood: "This time it doesn't count, I don't understand these. If I knew, I would definitely be able to see it."
"It's okay if you don't understand. I can teach you." Jiang Xing inserted the SIM card and activated it in order. "I'll teach you how to call me first."
"I'll learn about cell phones later," Lin Qingyu said, "I'll finish watching TV first."
"What TV?"
What Lin Qingyu can't forget is a Hong Kong police and gangster film. Jiang Xing cut some fruits in the kitchen and brought them to the living room, where he saw Lin Qingyu sitting on the carpet, staring at the TV intently.
"Qingyu, you can't be so close to the TV, otherwise your eyes will feel uncomfortable." Jiang Xing was stunned after saying this, and then he couldn't help but complain about himself, "Wait, I look like an old woman."
Lin Qingyu looked up at Jiang Xing and stretched out his hands to him: "In that case, please carry me to the soft chair."
Jiang Xing put down the fruit plate and responded with a "OK" as if nothing had happened.
Don't panic, you can do it, you can do it. This is your wife whom you have been married to for more than four years. You have slept with each other countless times. Now she just asks you to hug her, why are you so nervous?
After preparing himself mentally, Jiang Xing calmly picked up the clingy beauty and placed her on the sofa, then told her, "This soft chair is called a sofa."
Lin Qingyu said, "Remember." Michelin and sofa, he learned two new words today.
Lin Qingyu seemed completely unaware of her unconscious coquettishness just now, and her attention was still on the TV. Jiang Xing sat down next to him and watched TV with him. The air conditioner was turned on a low setting. Lin Qingyu covered her shoulders with a thin blanket and her head naturally rested on Jiang Xing's shoulder.
Lin Qingyu's movements were so skillful, it seemed that he had done similar things countless times.
But the thing is, he doesn't remember. Lin Qingyu's casual words and actions were a huge stimulation to his body and mind.
This really makes him look stupid. How unfair.
Jiang Xing was filled with grief and indignation, and had no idea what was happening on TV. Until he heard Lin Qingyu ask: "Jiang Xing, what is that?"
Jiang Xing glanced at the screen, which was showing a scene of a gunfight between police and criminals: "Pistols are hot-air weapons that use gunpowder to fire bullets. They are one of the most common weapons in modern times."
"Weapon?" Lin Qingyu looked at the gun in the protagonist's hand and knocked down an enemy in the blink of an eye. "It seems to be more powerful than the Qingyun Jiuzhou Gun."
"Yes. Times have changed, my Lord."
"How does that compare to my little adder?"
"Maybe the gun is more powerful. Your little snake will probably need some time to develop its poison."
Lin Qingyu's eyes flickered with excitement: "So awesome? I want it."
Jiang Xing laughed: "You are making it difficult for me. Here, only police officers can carry guns. This way, the bad guys can be subdued and caught more quickly."
"What law did the man break that made the police arrest him?"
Jiang Xing could only guess the plot based on the clips: "It seems to be about seducing minors or something."
Lin Qingyu frowned: "So seducing minors is illegal, and you will be arrested by armed police?"
"It seems so."
Lin Qingyu fell into deep thought. After a long while, he slowly sat up, his head left Jiang Xing's shoulder, and moved to the side: "Jiang Xing, actually I lied to you."
"ah?"
"When we were in Dayu, we were not husband and wife, but sworn brothers."
Jiang Xing: “…”
"Really, we swore an oath of blood, and the heavens and the earth are our witnesses."
What Lin Qingyu said was true. When Jiang Xing was still Lu Wancheng, he kept clamoring to be brothers with him. Later he agreed and held a sworn brotherhood ceremony with Jiang Xing.
Jiang Xing was silent for nearly a minute, then suddenly smiled: "Don't come on, it's too late for you to say these things now." He leaned back on the sofa, looking lazy, raised his hand and touched Lin Qingyu's cheek with his fingertips, "Although I haven't remembered it completely, I can feel it - I can be sure that you are my wife."
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