Chapter 62
After Xiao Cheng was assassinated, the emperor had to force himself to handle government affairs despite his illness. His headaches became more and more severe, and he could only rely on the Lin family's acupuncture to relieve the symptoms. Every time it was Lin Qingyu's turn to be on duty, he was almost always on standby in the emperor's bedroom. Even when she was resting in her mansion, she would be summoned to the palace by the emperor from time to time.
In the eyes of the emperor, Lin Qingyu was gentle, never said unnecessary words, and had a light medicinal scent on her body. Chu Zhengde also had this smell, but he found it pungent. However, when it came from Lin Qingyu, it became refreshing. Especially when she was massaging the acupoints on his head, the beauty lowered her eyes, remained silent, and her flawless skin glowed faintly under the palace lanterns.
After looking at Lin Qingyu so much, he always felt bored when looking at other beauties in the harem. Unfortunately, he is not in good spirits now, and such a big thing has happened in the East Palace, so he has no time to think about these things. Occasionally, I would be struck by Lin Qingyu's beauty, but I could only sigh in admiration.
Now he no longer wants concubines to take care of him when he is ill, and only leaves Xue Ying and Lin Qingyu to keep him in peace.
On this day, Lin Qingyu was ordered to go to the emperor's bedroom, but was stopped by Xue Ying at the door. "Doctor Lin, please wait. The Emperor is in a meeting. Please wait for a moment."
"Is the Prime Minister in there?" The Prime Minister is in control of the government these days, and he is the one who conveys any important matters that the ministers need to report to the emperor.
Xue Ying and Lin Qingyu served the emperor together for a long time, and their relationship gradually became familiar. Xue Ying did not hide it from him: "He is the leader of the Tianji Camp, thank you, sir."
Lin Qingyu said calmly: "That's it."
I think it was because of Xiao Cheng’s assassination. As soon as Xiao Cheng got into trouble, Shen Huaishi disappeared, and the Tianji Camp would definitely follow this clue to investigate. I don’t know how they are investigating.
Only after Lord Xie left did Lin Qingyu enter the bedroom. The emperor sat behind the dragon table with a serious expression. It seemed that the Tianji Camp did not bring him any good news.
The emperor exempted Lin Qingyu from the ceremony and said weakly, "My headache has come back again. Come over and rub it for me."
Lin Qingyu walked behind the emperor and massaged his forehead. The emperor's expression eased a little, and he closed his eyes and enjoyed it: "Your technique is really good."
Lin Qingyu said: "I learned all this from my father. My skills are not as good as my father's."
"Lin Rushan?" The emperor remembered the former judge who had been demoted. "He is a talented person, but he is a little too bold. There is nothing wrong with the crown prince punishing him, but it is indeed a waste of his talent to prevent him from seeing patients. Now the Imperial Hospital is in need of people again... Well, pass on my decree to restore Lin Rushan to his position as judge of the Imperial Hospital."
Lin Qingyu wanted to kneel down to thank his father, but the emperor grabbed his hand and said, "No need to be polite. Continue to press for me."
As long as Xiao Cheng is alive, the emperor cannot die. Lin Qingyu suppressed his nausea and behaved respectfully and obediently. Under his pressure, the emperor's headache lessened, so he opened another memorial and forced himself to read it.
Lin Qingyu said: "Your Majesty is not in good health, so you should not worry."
The emperor sighed, "Now the prince is also ill. If I don't worry about it, who else can worry about it for me?"
"The emperor doesn't have only one prince, the crown prince."
The emperor narrowed his eyes dangerously: "What did you say?"
Lin Qingyu pretended to be panicked, knelt down and said: "I have spoken out of turn, please punish me, Your Majesty."
The emperor looked at the beauty who was frightened by him and felt that he was being too suspicious. He is just an imperial physician, how much can he think about it? "Get up. What you said makes sense. It's a pity that my two remaining princes..." Thinking of this, the emperor's head began to ache again, and he could not see the words on the memorial clearly.
Seeing the bitter look on his face, Lin Qingyu said, "The emperor's health is the most important thing. It would be better for the emperor to take a rest first."
The emperor nodded: "Okay. You will help me go to bed."
Lin Qingyu stared at the emperor's throat: "Yes."
Lin Qingyu helped the emperor up and walked towards the dragon bed. Suddenly, he said, "I have something to apologize to the emperor."
"Oh? What crime did you commit?"
Lin Qingyu said, "Recently, my mother has been feeling a little unwell. My sworn brother, General Gu, and I went to Changsheng Temple to burn incense and pray for my mother. At the gate of the temple, we ran into the Chief Censor, Lord Yang Gengyang. Lord Yang said that it is unlucky to have a male wife, and I am still in mourning, so I should not get too close to other men. If I bring anything bad to General Gu, I will never apologize even if I die."
The emperor's heart skipped a beat. The tragic situation at the Nan'an Marquis's mansion was still vivid in his mind. The situation only improved slightly after Lin Qingyu left the mansion. For things like this, it is better to believe it exists than to believe it does not.
"You step aside first," the emperor said, "and let Xue Ying come in to serve you."
Lin Qingyu walked out of the bedroom and saw Xue Ying coming towards him in a hurry. He asked, "Eunuch Xue, why are you so anxious?"
Xue Yingxi said: "It's the prince - the prince is awake!"
Lin Qingyu laughed: "This... is indeed a happy event."
Back at the Imperial Hospital, Hu Ji told Lin Qingyu that although the prince had regained consciousness, his body had been mostly broken down, and the extent of his recovery would depend on his future recuperation. After he woke up, his temperament became even more moody and irritable than before. A concubine who was serving the sick was just a little clumsy, so she was banished to the cold palace to accompany Concubine Lu.
Hu Ji also met Lord Xie from the Tianji Camp in the East Palace and overheard the conversation between the prince and him. The prince seemed to no longer want to take care of state affairs. He was determined to capture the assassin and bring him back to the capital, and repeatedly emphasized that he must be kept alive.
After Lin Qingyu left the palace, he went directly to the general's mansion. Yuan Yin welcomed him into the mansion and said, "The general is practicing martial arts in the training ground."
When Lin Qingyu arrived at the training ground, he saw Gu Fuzhou naked from the waist up, lying on the ground in a prone position, his body stretched into a straight line, moving up and down, muttering to himself: "Seventy-seven, seventy-eight, seventy-nine..."
"General," Yuan Yin said, "Doctor Lin is here."
"Eighty..." Gu Fuzhou let out a long sigh, stood up, took the shirt handed to him by the servant, put it on hastily, and joked, "Ah, I'm embarrassed to be seen by Doctor Lin."
Lin Qingyu's bad mood eased a little because of Xiao Cheng's awakening: "I helped you take a bath, there is nothing I haven't seen about you."
Gu Fuzhou sent the servant away and said, "That was my previous body. You have never seen my current body before."
"I can't watch it yet?"
Gu Fuzhou complained: "You think my abdominal muscles are too loose, wait until I train them well and then you can see." Gu Fuzhou lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, "I'm so tired - I'm so tired. I used to play basketball for a long time but I wasn't as tired as I am now. Time is unforgiving..."
Lin Qingyu interrupted him: "Xiao Cheng is awake."
Gu Fuzhou raised an eyebrow, not surprised at all: "What did I say? Xiao Cheng has an aura, it's not that easy for him to die. But we haven't completely failed. The emperor may not be able to tolerate a weak and sickly prince who has no interest in government affairs. What will happen next depends on whether Xiao Cheng can fight for it."
But these can only be seen later.
Lin Qingyu thought for a moment and said, "As for your second marriage, you should get it done as soon as possible."
Gu Fuzhou paused, then smiled: "Are you so anxious now?"
Thinking about the emperor's actions, Lin Qingyu said, "Since the decision has been made, delaying it will only lead to more trouble. Or have you changed your mind and want to marry the Seventh Princess?"
"Of course not. But have you really thought about it?"
Lin Qingyu asked back: "Do I look like I haven't thought it through?"
"I mean, have you ever thought about how we are going to get along after we get married..." Gu Fuzhou's tone was a little unnatural, "Uh, how we are going to get along with each other."
Lin Qingyu was stunned by the question and said hesitantly: "We have no choice but to get married again. How we get along now will naturally be how we get along in the future... right."
Gu Fuzhou curled his lips and whispered, "Since you said so, I won't propose to you seriously."
Lin Qingyu didn't understand: "What are you asking for?"
"You take this."
Gu Fuzhou flicked his hand, and a golden object flew through the air and was caught steadily by Lin Qingyu.
This is a pure gold ring, much thinner than the rings that men often wear. It is engraved with a simple relief and is small and exquisite.
Lin Qingyu cast a confused look at Gu Fuzhou: "What does this mean?"
Gu Fuzhou explained: "In my hometown, it is a tradition to wear a ring on the ring finger when deciding to get married."
"Really?" Lin Qingyu often heard Gu Fuzhou talk about his hometown. That should be a bizarre world: there is something called "air conditioning" in the summer, which saves Gu Fuzhou's life for more than half of the year; in his hometown, the distance from Yongliang to the capital city only takes one and a half hours at the fastest; men become adults at the age of eighteen and can get married at the age of twenty-two. If he and Gu Fuzhou went home, no one would acknowledge their marriage.
Since they met, Gu Fuzhou had always followed the local customs, and he should occasionally respect the rules of Gu Fuzhou's hometown.
Lin Qingyu picked up the ring and was about to put it on her ring finger, but Gu Fuzhou stopped her loudly: "What are you doing?"
Lin Qingyu asked curiously: "Didn't you say to wear it?"
Gu Fuzhou laughed: "Then you can't wear it yourself, you want me to help you put it on."
“Is this the custom in your hometown?”
"yes."
"Trouble." Lin Qingyu stretched out his left hand, "Then you come."
Gu Fuzhou's expression suddenly became serious. He lowered his head and stared at Lin Qingyu's hand for a long time. He wiped his hands with a handkerchief before carefully picking up the ring.
His hands seemed to be shaking a little. He is nervous.
Lin Qingyu had never seen Gu Fuzhou so serious, as if he was completing the most important thing in his life. Seeing him like this, Lin Qingyu also became nervous.
The ring must have been held by Gu Fuzhou for a long time. It was slowly pushed into his fingertips with warmth, leaving a dazzling afterimage in the sunlight.
It's such a strange feeling. After putting on the ring, neither of them spoke for a while.
Lin Qingyu calmed down and asked, "Are you done?"
"Wait, I should say something more sentimental at this time. Let me think about it..." Gu Fuzhou took a deep breath, grabbed Lin Qingyu's hand and placed it on his chest, and said affectionately, "Then Qingyu, I entrust the rest of my life to you."
The rest of life? Not getting married and having children, but staying together with Gu Fuzhou all the time, joking around, laughing and scolding each other, occasionally plotting to do bad things together, and supporting each other for the rest of their lives?
It seems... acceptable.
"Um."
Hearing Lin Qingyu's response, Gu Fuzhou couldn't help but push forward in excitement: "Then you promise me that even if I become bald, gain weight, and have no abdominal muscles in the future, you will not dislike me, okay?"
Lin Qingyu quickly calmed down and ruthlessly pulled his hand away: "Impossible."
The author has something to say: Jiang Xianyu, a male high school student who traveled to a different world and still tried hard to maintain the traditions of his hometown. (The ring on the hand on the cover is this one)
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