Chapter 30
"Oh, the young marquis and Mr. Lin really put on a good show for me." The voice came before the people appeared.
The man had long eyebrows, narrow eyes, and frivolous thin lips. He was obviously a handsome and elegant man, but with the expression of "I know I am very good-looking" on his face, he immediately became indescribable. Lin Qingyu only took one look at him and had the urge to throw him into ice water to remove the oil.
Lin Qingyu bowed and saluted: "Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
"Since we are outside the palace, Young Master Lin, there is no need to be polite to me." While speaking, Xiao Cheng's eyes never left Lin Qingyu's face. "Lift your head and look at me."
Lin Qingyu concealed the coldness in his eyes, raised his eyelashes, and faced Xiao Cheng's gaze. Xiao Cheng looked at him deeply, with a trace of reminiscence and longing in his eyes, and murmured: "I haven't seen these eyes for a long time."
Lin Qingyu asked, "Your Highness, are you talking about Princess Jingchun's eyes?"
Xiao Cheng seemed to have just woken up from a dream. The emotions in his eyes receded like the tide. He said coldly: "Did Lu Wancheng tell you? How did he ..."
"It seems that the young marquis is right. His Highness really has feelings for Princess Jingchun. The reason why he looks at me with new eyes is because I am somewhat like Jingchun."
Xiao Cheng narrowed his eyes and said jokingly, "I didn't expect that Lu Wancheng, a sickly man who has been bedridden for a long time, knows so much. It's a pity that he is a dying man after all, and a mere kiss can make him faint." Xiao Cheng licked the corner of his mouth, "It's a waste of talent for a beauty like Lin Shaojun to follow him."
"Youwu" refers to a beautiful woman and can be considered a compliment. But when these two words came out of Xiao Cheng's mouth, it made people want to cut off his tongue and eat it with wine.
"Beauty?" Lin Qingyu laughed, "If I didn't have these eyes and this teardrop mole, would Your Highness still think I'm a beauty?"
"Young Master Lin, why should you underestimate yourself? Young Master Lin's appearance is rare in the world. Even if he is not as quiet and pure, he is enough to make people fall in love with him at first sight." Xiao Cheng approached Lin Qingyu. He was tall and could completely cover Lin Qingyu under his figure. "Xiao Qingyu, why didn't you drink the wine I gave you last time, huh?"
Lin Qingyu tried her best to hide her surging malice, took a half step back, and said: "I am already married, and it must be inappropriate for Your Highness to tease me like this."
"Flirting?" Xiao Cheng leaned closer to Lin Qingyu, his voice low and hoarse, "Are you moved?"
I didn't feel moved, but the urge to poison and kill someone became stronger.
Could the dog please get out of his sight?
Xiao Cheng smelled the faint fragrance on Lin Qingyu's body, and touched the inside of her cheek with the tip of his tongue, saying, "You smell so good..."
Lin Qingyu didn't want to stay any longer: "My marriage with the young marquis was decided by the queen and granted by the emperor himself. Your Highness is so disrespectful, are you slapping the emperor and queen in the face?"
Xiao Cheng looked at him, curled his lips and smiled, "It's okay. Lu Wancheng won't live long anyway, I have patience."
"Then I'll go take care of my husband," Lin Qingyu said indifferently, "I'm sorry I can't keep you company."
"Xiao Qingyu," Xiao Cheng called him, raised one corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "One day, I will make you willingly submit to me - I will wait for you."
Lin Qingyu turned around and walked through the corridor. She saw a white skirt disappearing into the corner. She looked back at Xiao Cheng who was confident and whispered to herself, "Don't wait for me. You'll die."
A monk at Changsheng Temple who was good at medicine gave acupuncture to the unconscious Lu Wancheng. When Lin Qingyu found Lu Wancheng in a side room, he had already woken up and was drinking a calming medicine in small sips. Huan Tong stood aside to watch over Lu Wan Cheng, and when she saw Lin Qing Yu come in, she said, "The young master is here."
Lu Wancheng froze while drinking the medicine, then smiled and said, "Qingyu," as if nothing had happened.
As long as he is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.
Lin Qingyu said slowly: "You just..."
Damn, it's still embarrassing.
Lu Wancheng covered his face with his hands, unable to defend himself: "It's really not that I'm stupid, it's just that this body is too weak." He admitted that he was too excited to see the beauty up close just now, and his heart beat a little faster, but it wasn't enough to make him faint.
Lu Wancheng was angry and depressed: "If it were me before, I would hold you and run 800 meters without even taking a breath."
Lin Qingyu watched him bragging quietly.
Lu Wancheng seemed to be hurt by his expression, and said dejectedly: "Really. Qingyu, believe me again."
In order to take care of the patient's feelings, Lin Qingyu said hypocritically: "I believe it."
Lu Wancheng was skeptical: "Really?"
"Um."
Lu Wancheng smiled. The boy's smile was refreshing and clear, like the sky after a summer rainstorm, saving Lin Qingyu's oil-covered eyes.
Having regained his self-esteem, Lu Wancheng remembered the important matter: "By the way, have you seen Xiao Cheng?"
"Yes," Lin Qingyu sneered, "He called me - 'Xiao Qingyu'."
Lu Wancheng: "...Help."
When Lu Wancheng had almost recovered, Lin Qingyu asked Huantong to pack up and prepare to return to the Marquis' Mansion. The three of them came to the front hall. Huan Tong saw the monk who had just given acupuncture to Lu Wancheng and said, "Young Master, it was that master who awakened the young marquis."
The master met their gazes and nodded. Lin Qingyu believed that as Lu Wancheng's nominal wife, it was necessary for her to thank the master in person, so she asked Huantong and Lu Wancheng to wait for a while.
Lin Qingyu had heard earlier that Buddhist doctors had their own set of medical methods compared to ordinary doctors. After expressing his gratitude, the master took the initiative to ask about Lu Wancheng's health, and Lin Qingyu told him something.
Huan Tong was bored waiting, watching the pilgrims burning incense and kneeling to pray for blessings, and said, "Young Marquis, how about we also burn some incense for the Buddha?"
Lu Wancheng said nonchalantly, "Okay."
So Huantong asked the monk for six incense sticks, lit them and gave half of them to Lu Wancheng. He imitated the pilgrims exactly, kneeling on the cushion, holding incense in his hands, clasping them together, and muttering something. Afterwards, he kowtowed three times to the Buddha statue and put the incense into the incense burner. After doing all this, Huan Tong patted her clothes and stood up. Seeing the young marquis holding the incense nonchalantly, his eyes kept looking in the direction of the young master and the master, she knelt down again: "The young marquis is not in good health, so I will pay homage to the Buddha on his behalf."
After bowing, Huan Tong said, "Young Marquis, you can tell the Buddha your wish now."
Lu Wancheng retracted his gaze: "Wish?"
"Yes. As long as the Buddha hears us, he will definitely help us achieve our wish."
Lu Wancheng sat in a wheelchair, looking at the golden Buddha statue above the main hall. With majestic appearance, he looks down upon all living beings.
Lu Wancheng thought about it and chuckled, "Then... I hope he will always be happy."
At the gate of Nan'an Marquis' Mansion, Lin Qingyu's carriage had just arrived when Liang and Lu Niantao's carriages arrived right after. Liang got off the carriage and saw Lin Qingyu. She instinctively wanted to hide, but was stopped by Lu Niantao: "Mother is the mistress, and he is the young master. We still can't save face."
Liang clenched her fingers and smiled: "Wancheng, Qingyu, where did you go? Why didn't you tell mother?"
Lu Wancheng's face was as gloomy as water, and he said angrily: "I would rather not have gone through this."
Lin Qingyu pursed her lips and reached out to push the wheelchair, then she heard Lu Wancheng say, "Huantong, push me back."
Huantong said "Oh", totally confused. She looked at Lu Wancheng, then at Lin Qingyu, and pushed Lu Wancheng away. Lin Qingyu was silent for a moment before following.
The other servants also looked at each other in bewilderment. Everyone in the mansion knows that the eldest young master has the best temper in the house. He is the most generous in dealing with people and never cares about trivial matters. This was the first time they saw the eldest young master have a cold face in front of the young master.
Liang didn't understand either: "Haven't they always had a good relationship? What happened?"
"It's because of their good relationship that this happens." Lu Niantao said with a smile, "No matter how weak your elder brother's health is, he is still a man. How can he tolerate his wife being coveted by others? Even if that person is..."
Lu Niantao felt both gloating and a subtle sense of jealousy. What's the use of a man having a face like that? If she could have a face like that, she wouldn't have to spend so much time and effort on it.
That night, Lu Wancheng and Lin Qingyu had a huge quarrel, causing chaos in Lanfeng Pavilion. Servants from other courtyards could hear the sound of things being thrown to the ground when they passed by the gate of Lanfeng Pavilion.
Lu Wancheng pointed at Lin Qingyu and gritted his teeth and said, "Let me ask you, did you make an appointment with him to meet in Changsheng Temple today?!"
Lin Qingyu reasoned with him: "If I had made an appointment with him in advance, why would I take you with me?"
"Do you think I'm sick and stupid?"
"Yes."
"You never use incense, why are you wearing a scent bag when you go to Changsheng Temple today?"
"I just put it on casually, and I didn't expect he would like it."
Lu Wancheng said sarcastically: "Oh, you must be hoping that I will die sooner, so you can find another better job."
Lin Qingyu said calmly: "If you want to think so, I can't help it."
Lu Wancheng choked: "You..."
Lin Qingyu waited for Lu Wancheng to come back from the quarrel.
Lu Wancheng lowered his voice: "You can't say that."
"Why?"
"I can't go back because of you."
"Then stop arguing for now." Lin Qingyu said, and with a wave of his arm, everything on the table was swept to the ground.
Lu Wancheng smiled, picked up the vase on the shelf and was about to throw it on the ground when he heard Lin Qingyu say, "That's a relic from the previous dynasty."
Lu Wancheng immediately put the vase back: "That's your inheritance."
After a night, the house was in a mess. Hualu and several maids cleaned up for half a day and took out the rags they found and threw them away. Among them was the sachet that caught Xiao Cheng's attention.
It is not yet early winter and the chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Lanfeng Pavilion has already started using charcoal basins and hung up wind-proof door curtains.
Lin Qingyu was reading the letter sent by Zhang Shiquan from Xuzhou in the study, and a cold look gradually appeared in his eyes. Finally, he picked up his pen to write a reply, in which he wrote only three words: Continue investigating.
"Young Master," Huan Tong ran in, "Young Marquis asks you to go back to the bedroom. He wants to show you something good."
Lin Qingyu asked suspiciously: "What good stuff?"
Huantong smiled happily: "You will know when you go and take a look."
Lin Qingyu walked into the bedroom and saw that the couch he slept on was gone, and the screen and Lu Wancheng's bed were gone too. Instead, there were two beds placed together, which were the bunk beds that Lu Wancheng had mentioned.
Lu Wancheng talked to the carpenter, "Add a fence to the upper bunk to prevent the young master from turning over and falling down in the middle of the night."
The carpenter said, "Young Master is really careful. I will add it now."
Lin Qingyu: “…” In the end, he couldn’t escape this disaster.
"Qingyu is here." Lu Wancheng stepped aside and showed Lin Qingyu the masterpiece he and the carpenter had created. "How is it? Look at this staircase. I asked the carpenter to make it wider so that you can get in and out of bed easily."
Lin Qingyu opened his mouth, and seeing the heavy coat on Lu Wancheng and the sleeves that were obviously larger than his wrists, he compromised: "As long as you like it."
The bed that Lu Wancheng asked the carpenter to make was complicated to get on and off, but it was still comfortable to sleep on. Lin Qingyu had just fallen asleep when he heard someone calling his name in his ear while he was half asleep and half awake.
Lin Qingyu opened his eyes, and it was still dark outside. Lu Wancheng stood beside the bed, holding the added fence with both hands, looking at him with a smile.
Still feeling sleepy, Lin Qingyu's voice was a little warmer and softer than usual: "What time is it?"
Lu Wancheng said, "It's just after midnight."
Lin Qingyu thought that Lu Wancheng woke her up in the middle of the night because he was not feeling well. Now that he can stand up on his own and speaks in a steady manner, this possibility can be ruled out.
Lin Qingyu was rarely lazy. She didn't sit up. She turned over and lay on her side to meet Lu Wancheng's eyes: "What do you want to do by waking me up at this hour?"
In the dark night, Lu Wancheng's eyes were as bright as stars: "Qingyu, I am eighteen years old today."
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