Yuan Qing did not read the content of the letter, but Xiao Fu did and told him: "Ask the man surnamed Tang to give you a zither and a wooden box."
The wording in the letter was respectful and humble, demonstrating Lin Zikui's inherent gentleness and propriety. Apart from that, there were no ambiguous words that would make Xiao Fu uncomfortable.
It seems that Lin Lang doesn't like Tang Mengyang.
Probably doesn't like men either.
The wind lantern was swaying under the eaves. Xiao Fu lay on the windowsill, absentmindedly grabbing the banana leaf that appeared in front of his eyes.
Yuanqing rode back to Jinling overnight, but before dawn, the city gates were already closed.
Yuan Qing took out the token and said, "General Chen!" The soldiers guarding the city immediately opened the gate and let him in. General Chen turned the prime minister's residence upside down and finally found Chen next to Prime Minister Xue's pillow.
After hiding the body of the angel, he carefully scattered some broken pieces of colored glaze on the ground to fake the scene of the angel's breaking.
Judging from Xue Xiang's eyes, he would probably just cry while holding the fragments.
This item is rare, and Yuanqing is worried that it will bring trouble to Mr. Lin. The Marquis does things without thinking ahead or behind, that's because of his status and he has never been restrained since childhood, but Yuanqing is different, he has to consider the consequences.
When it was daybreak, Yuanqing went to Tang Mengyang's house.
The residence of this fourth-rank grand secretary was actually located on one of the best streets in Jinling. Yuan Qing dressed as a commoner and did not reveal his identity. He only said that he had a letter from Master Lin to deliver to Lord Tang.
The servant opened the door and said in a friendly manner, "Brother, my master has gone to court. Please come back later. Or you can give me the letter and I will give it to my master."
Yuan Qing shook his head: "Sorry for bothering you, I'll come back later."
Just as he was about to sneak in to check on Grand Secretary Tang's true strength, he heard a woman crying and shouting from the house next door.
"Sir, sir! Please let the child go, he is still young! Please!"
"Your Majesty has ordered that anyone who practices witchcraft at home will have their house confiscated! Madam, just follow us."
"No, it's not our Lord Guo who is practicing witchcraft. It's that bitch. That bitch is raising witchcraft in her room and wants to harm the baby in Zhao's belly! It has nothing to do with our family of the Guo family!"
When the Ministry of Justice was investigating a case and conducting a house search, people passing by would all stay away from it.
Yuan Qing looked in the direction of the voice: "Guo's Mansion, is it the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Guo Mao?"
He also knew that Emperor Wentai was poisoned by a Gu, but he did not expect that the emperor would kill innocent people indiscriminately, even the elderly, the weak and the sick were not spared.
Seeing everyone in the Guo family being arrested, he felt extremely sad.
Yuan Qing didn't think any more and jumped silently into the wall of Tang Mansion.
The house was not big, with a front and back yard, and even fewer maids and servants. In the desolate pavilion by the pond, sat a frail man with disheveled hair, playing the piano in a mournful voice, expressing sadness and melancholy.
Instead of a concubine, there is a demon man in the backyard.
Yuan Qing sat there observing without moving, and at one o'clock in the morning, Grand Secretary Tang returned home in a carriage after court session.
When the charming man who played the zither heard that the master had returned home, he hurried back to his room to wash up, put on heavy makeup, and greeted him delicately: "Master, why did the master leave the court so early today?"
Tang Mengyang sat on the chair with his eyes closed: "Your Majesty is in a bad mood today. Prime Minister Xue lost his temper and recognized the wrong person for Your Majesty... Never mind, you won't understand even if I tell you."
"Speak out, sir, so I can help you solve your problems."
Tang Mengyang just shook his head and let him massage his shoulders. Suddenly he remembered something and opened his eyes and said, "Pack your things and go to the farm outside the city to take shelter."
"Why, why did you suddenly ask me to go to the manor?"
Tang Mengyang frowned and said, "How many officials have been arrested in Beijing? Haven't you seen it?"
"I saw it. All the relatives of Lord Guo were arrested today. I was so scared that I didn't even dare to go and see."
"The situation is special recently. Even the Minister of Revenue has... Prime Minister Xue pleaded for Lord Guo today, and His Majesty was furious! Fined him three months' salary. If such a big move is raided in my house the next day, I will arrest you! If it gets out, it will damage my reputation!"
The two of them behaved in an ambiguous manner, and their relationship was obvious at a glance, which made Yuan Qing, a tough guy, frown and feel a chill all over his body.
They are all gay, but how come Tang Mengyang's gayness is completely different from that of his master!
At this time, the gatekeeper came in and reported, "Sir."
Tang Mengyang looked over and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Just now, someone came to deliver a letter, saying that Master Lin asked him to come. You said before that Master Lin's letter should be paid special attention to. I will... report to you right away."
"Is it Zikui's letter?" Tang Mengyang stood up, his face showing joy. "Who sent it? Where is he?"
Not long after, Yuanqing came to visit again and walked in through the main gate in a very proper manner.
He held his head high, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked quite arrogant. "I was practicing in Xingzhiguan. I came back to Nanjing to do some work. Master Lin asked me to send a letter to you. He said he had some things with you and asked me to bring them back to him."
The Chen brothers were not in the capital for many years, so Tang Mengyang only glanced at him casually and did not recognize that he was the general guarding the inner city. He quickly opened the letter, which was not long, and he finished reading it in a short while. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I will take a few days off and personally deliver the things that Brother Huaifu wants to him at Xingzhi Temple."
"That won't work." Yuan Qing smiled and said, "Mr. Lin told me to bring back everything mentioned in the letter to him, so I must bring back everything."
Hearing this, Tang Mengyang looked up at him again.
Yuan Qing had an extraordinary temperament. He restrained his murderous decisiveness and his whole body was as tense as a sword.
Tang Mengyang was puzzled in his heart, but he did not refuse outright. He asked someone to go to the storeroom and bring the zither back: "Brother, please take it back to my dear brother Huaifu."
Yuanqing took the zither with both hands and held it carefully, and then asked, "What else?"
Tang Mengyang: "Have you read the letter?"
Yuan Qing shook his head: "Listen to what he said."
"...There is also a box." Tang Mengyang had to ask someone to go to the storehouse to get it. "Brother, please tell my brother Huaifu that I will go to Xingzhi Temple to visit him in a few days. I wonder if his eyesight has improved?"
Yuan Qing didn't say a word. He just walked away with the musical instrument case and the small wooden box, not wanting to have any more contact with Tang Mengyang.
Finally, Yuanqing followed the Marquis's instructions and went to buy writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone. The Yunnan Palace was wealthy enough to rival a country, and Marquis Xiao had plenty of money, so he asked him to buy the best of everything.
It was six or seven days later that I finished my mission.
During these days, Lin Zikui spent every morning in Qingxin Pavilion, with Taoist Lingbo reading to him. In the afternoon, Xiao Fu would also accompany him to read. Of course, during this period of time, Lin Zikui was always absent-minded, so he did not like to let Xiao Fu read to him.
At night, it was Mo Liu's turn.
The weather was getting colder, and there was only a little bit of charcoal left in Xixin Hall. After nightfall, Lin Zikui called Mo Liu to the bed: "Mo Liu, come and sleep with me. It will be warm for two of us to sleep together."
The charcoal basin was surrounded by a screen beside the bed, emitting a faint orange light. The master and servant got into the same bed. Mo Liu was shivering from the cold. His feet touched Lin Zikui's feet and he said, "Master, you are so cold. I'll get up and boil a hot water bottle for you, shall I?"
"No, it's so late now. You have to go get some wood to light the fire. If you don't, you'll be frozen by the time the hot water bottle is ready."
"It's okay, let me go, I'm not afraid of the cold."
"If you're not afraid of the cold, why are you shivering? I'm not going." Lin Zikui closed his eyes deeply and opened his arms to coax the boy, "Go to sleep quickly. When you fall asleep, you won't be cold anymore..."
Mo Liu was young and really treated Lin Zikui as his brother. He closed his eyes and snuggled into his arms.
The charcoal was burned out by midnight. The wind was howling outside and the windows were blown open. Mo Liu was awakened by the cold in the middle of the night. He got up to close the window and saw that it was snowing outside. The ground was covered with silver frost, and the moonlight covered the osmanthus tree.
He was so cold that he had no mood to watch the first snow, and hurriedly closed the window. Mo Liu wrapped himself in all his clothes, turned around and saw the young master curled up sleeping, so he covered him with the "rabbit fur" given by the second girl.
At the hour of Chen, Mo Liu got up.
The young master hasn't woken up yet.
Mo Liu diligently swept the snow at the door, filled a hot water bottle with it, and stuffed it into the quilt to warm the young master's feet.
At 9 o'clock in the morning, the young master still hadn't woken up.
Mo Liu began to feel something was wrong: "Normally, the young master always gets up at dawn, rain or shine, and there has never been an exception."
Lin Zikui's face was abnormally red, his lips were dry, and he was shivering a little.
Mo Liu reached out and said, "Oh!"
"broken!"
He was startled: "It's so hot! Sir, Sir, please wake up, you have a fever."
Lin Zikui was dazed and was woken up by him. He coughed lightly: "Mo Liu, what time is it?"
"It's almost noon."
"Noon?" Lin Zikui was about to sit up, but Mo Liu pushed him back: "Master, please don't get up. You feel so hot. You have a fever. I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup and then go get a doctor!"
Lin Zikui was too exhausted to exert any strength and fell into a deep sleep.
Mo Liu was smart and knew how to ask for help. He first found a Taoist priest: "My son has a high fever! Taoist priest, can you ask the Taoist doctor in the temple to come and check on him?"
Then he went to the kitchen to cook ginger soup.
Xiao Fu usually gets up late, and because Lin Zikui didn't come today, he asked Yuan Wu, who said he didn't pass by this morning either. He felt strange and went to look for him.
When he arrived at the entrance of Xixin Hall, he happened to meet a young Taoist doctor from the temple rushing over with a medicine box. Xiao Fu immediately strode over. The Taoist doctor recognized him and said, "Mr. Xiao, is Mr. Lin inside your friend? His servant said that Mr. Lin has a fever and is delirious. That's why I hurried over here!"
"He has febrile disease?!" Xiao Fu immediately pushed the Taoist doctor inside, "Why are you still talking to me? Come and take a look at him!"
After Xiao Fu entered, he saw Lin Zikui lying on the bed in a deep sleep with his eyes tightly closed. He reached out his hand and found it terribly hot.
The young Taoist doctor pinched Lin Zikui's wrist and felt his pulse, then opened his mouth to look at his tongue coating, and then opened his eyelids to look at his eyeballs.
Just like that, Lin Zikui hasn’t woken up yet!
Xiao Fu's face was uncertain: "How is he?"
"It's a febrile disease. It snowed last night, so he must have caught a cold." The Taoist doctor opened the medicine box and said, "I'll get some herbs for Mr. Lin."
Xiao Fu reached out and took Lin Zikui's pulse. While the Taoist doctor was dispensing medicine, he asked him, "Does a layman also know medicine?"
"Yeah." He understands a little, but he has no sense of taste and a biased sense of smell, so he is not suitable for practicing medicine. As soon as he felt Lin Zikui's pulse, he knew that the man was weak and sickly, and his spleen and stomach were probably in poor condition.
The wrist was very thin and pitifully skinny, the face was pale and bloodless, and the forehead was pressed against the straw seed pillow, as if in a nightmare.
Xiao Fu felt his heart skip a beat for no reason.
Very slight.
But as soon as this feeling came out, he frowned.
I had a bad feeling in my heart.
Lin Zikui didn't open his eyes, but he vaguely felt someone was there, and he called out, "Mom..."
He muttered again: "Dad, I am unfilial and did not pass the exam..."
Both his parents are gone.
Xiao Fu sat down beside the bed and caught a glimpse of the dry charcoal basin with a few sticks of firewood burning, emitting a faint temperature.
Why are you burning firewood?
The Taoist doctor prepared the medicine and gave instructions: "Three patches, one a day, decoct twice a day, morning and evening."
At this time, Mo Liu also came back with a pot of freshly boiled ginger soup: "I'm here, young master! Second Miss? Why are you here too?"
"Come and take a look. Your son is ill. Why didn't you come and let him know?"
Mo Liu put the medicine pot filled with ginger soup on the table and blamed himself, "It's my fault. My master didn't wake up in the morning, and I didn't realize he had a febrile disease. Last night, the charcoal in the room burned out and the window was blown open. I was in the master's bed and he slept with me in his arms. He caught a cold, but I was fine."
This sentence is full of key points.
Xiao Fu's face darkened: "The charcoal is gone, why didn't you come to ask me for it?"
"Young Master... How could Young Master come to you to ask for charcoal?" Obviously he didn't have much money. The young master had wanted to buy silver thread charcoal to give to the second young lady. Fortunately, such charcoal was not easy to buy. Mo Liu bought red snail charcoal and brought it back, but he burned the most ordinary charcoal at home.
Lin Zikui never told Xiao Fu about this matter. Xiao Fu had never been to Xixin Hall, so he naturally didn't know that he was so poor that he had to burn firewood.
Xiao Fu poured out the ginger soup, took a sip, and it was still hot, so he put it down and blew on it.
Then he looked up and said, "Wait, why is your master holding you while sleeping?"
"...Ah?" Mo Liu said innocently, "The Master and I were cold, and he said it would be warmer if we slept together, so we slept together."
"...Nonsense." Xiao Fu snorted coldly and turned away, then took another sip of the ginger soup. This time it was cooler and edible.
"Shu Tong, go and boil this medicine. Use four bowls of water until it is reduced to two bowls of water. Then go to my yard and call Brother Chen to bring all the charcoal over."
"This..." Mo Liu scratched his head.
"I told you to go, so go quickly. I'm going to feed your young master ginger soup." He was not very polite.
"Well, thank you, Second Miss!" Mo Liu ran out. Xiao Fu took off his cloak and covered him with it. Then he held the bowl of ginger soup in one hand and gently patted Lin Zikui's face with the other hand.
"Little scholar."
"Lin Lang, get up and drink some ginger soup,"
"Wake up soon." He gently pinched Lin Zikui's face and ears, and finally woke him up in a gentle way.
Lin Zikui's eyes were red and too dry to open, and he couldn't recognize anyone.
Seeing that he half opened his eyes, Xiao Fu put down the medicine bowl, put one arm around him from behind, and stood up half-holding him.
"Did you know how to drink the medicine? Oh no, this is ginger soup. It shouldn't be hard to drink." Xiao Fu coaxed. Lin Zikui frowned and turned away. His voice was hoarse: "I don't like ginger."
Xiao Fu Yile said: "Why are you still picky about food? I am not picky either. I tasted two mouthfuls for you. It is not unpalatable at all. It has no taste at all."
"Really?"
"I'm a little bastard for lying to you."
"……Oh well."
A spoonful of ginger soup was blown and placed against his lips. Lin Zikui took two sips and his face turned ugly: "You lied to me."
"I didn't, really. Just be good and drink another sip, please."
Lin Zikui was drowsy, but now he was somewhat sober. He looked up at him and said, "Second Miss."
"It's me, you just recognized me?"
Lin Zikui found himself leaning in the other's arms. The embrace was spacious and warm. Half asleep and half awake, he actually struggled and spoke incoherently: "I, I'm sorry, Second Miss, I'm afraid that I will pass on my illness to you."
"Don't move. The ginger soup is going to spill. But it's okay. Ask your servant to make another bowl, and ask Yuanwu to wash the clothes."
Lin Zikui immediately stopped moving.
He breathed heavily from his nose and straightened his body slightly, but he had no strength to stand up, and then fell limp again.
Xiao Fu fed him one spoonful at a time, coaxing him with one sentence after another, but Lin Zikui finished drinking with a frown on his face.
Xiao Fu said with a smile: "Is it so hard to drink?"
Lin Zikui nodded and said in a hoarse voice: "I would rather take medicine than drink ginger."
"Okay, you've finished drinking it. Cover yourself up and sweat, and the fever will be cured." Xiao Fu slowly lowered his arms and supported him to lie down. Because they were so close, the fragrance from Xiao Fu's body, his handsome face, and slender neck were all within reach.
Lin Zikui was dazed and caught a glimpse of his Adam's apple.
I couldn't help but say what I was holding back: "Second girl, why is it that even your Adam's apple is like a man's, so protruding..."
After saying this, my mind felt fuzzy, as if I had said something I shouldn't have said.
Lin Zikui pursed his lips and added: "I'm sorry, I said something wrong."
Xiao Fu was not angry at all, he touched his Adam's apple and said, "It's not good to be like a man, you go to the Imperial Examination Hall, I can help you carry three books."
Lin Zikui shook his head: "Nothing is wrong."
Xiao Fu lowered his head and looked into his misty black eyes, lowering his voice and saying, "Lin Zikui, let me ask you, if I were really a man, what would you do?"
"Ah..." He was obviously unable to think about this kind of question, which was completely invalid in his opinion.
I said in a confused manner: "He is my husband, and he is my husband. There is nothing wrong with it. It's fine as long as it's you."
Xiao Fu smiled: "Then you must have promised me."
Lin Zikui: “Hmm…”
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