"Fainted? What happened?" Xin Wujiang's face suddenly became serious.
"Let's talk in the study."
Xing Gushan walked out from the corner and waved to his two sons.
Xin Wujiang followed immediately.
After the family of three entered the study, Xin Gushan sat in the main seat and said straight to the point, "The Emperor summoned the Imperial Preceptor to give a sermon early this morning. You haven't been in the capital for a long time, so you don't know that the Emperor is particularly fond of the Imperial Preceptor. He has become the most important person by the Emperor's side. He can enter the palace without an imperial decree and give sermons to the Emperor on time, under the euphemism of self-cultivation."
"It happened today as well. I don't know what went wrong, but the Emperor suddenly fainted. The Imperial Preceptor refused to reveal the reason, and refused to tell anyone who asked. When the Emperor woke up, the Imperial Physician diagnosed him and said that it was due to overwork and anger."
Xing Gushan touched his chin and said, "I don't think it's that simple. He's just angry. What could have made him so angry? The strangest thing is, the emperor didn't do anything."
"Didn't do anything?" Xin Wujiang and Xin Wubian looked at each other, feeling quite strange.
Anything that could make the emperor so angry must be no small matter, but he did nothing and no one could figure out what he was thinking.
"Yes, nothing has been done. I'm afraid that there will be no peace in the capital from now on."
Xin Gushan changed the subject and looked at Xin Wujiang with a worried look in his eyes. "Wujiang, your marriage will be carefully considered by your father in the next few days. If something happens to the emperor, or if there are other changes, our Xin family will become the target of public criticism."
Xin Wujiang understood this principle better than anyone else, and it only became more urgent at this moment.
He looked at the ground silently, and after a while he suddenly stood up.
"Dad, I have made plans for your marriage. I will give you an explanation within three days."
Xin Wujiang gave himself three days.
Xin Gushan and Xin Wubian looked at each other, and both father and son stared at Xin Wubian with wide eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.
Xing Gushan: "Which girl do you like? Are you kidding me?"
Xin Wubian: "Brother, are you okay?"
Xin Wujiang: “…”
Xin Wujiang: “???”
He suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at Xin Wubian. Xin Wubian realized that he had been exposed and quickly coughed twice to cover it up. "Well, the youngest son of the Minister of War invited me to drink. I'll be leaving now."
He slipped away immediately. Xin Wujiang was about to chase him, but was stopped by Xin Gushan. "Wait a minute, there's no rush to beat him up. You can beat him up three times a day, or even warm him up before supper. Tell Dad first. Who is this girl? When did it happen? You're not here to deal with Dad and those people, are you?"
Xin Wujiang suddenly felt a little sorry for his heartless brother.
"No, it's true. I have a good candidate, but it's not convenient to tell you now. But don't worry, Dad. She must be a good girl. I will tell you once I'm sure."
Seeing Xin Wujiang's serious words, Xin Gushan's doubts were dispelled. He murmured, "You are capable of doing things. Dad is assured. If you can really decide on someone, it would be great if you like it. I won't object to the person you choose."
"Well, thank you, Dad." Xin Wujiang's icy face finally showed a gentle smile. Xin Gushan smiled and waved his hand, "Go, do what you need to do."
Xin Wujiang returned to his own yard.
When he was alone, he took out the handkerchief he had hidden in his arms, opened it and spread it in his palm. On it lay the peach blossom hairpin that had been broken into two pieces.
Maybe it's not impossible to agree to her.
Xin Wujiang thought about it and called the maid to give her some instructions.
…
Lan Shuang never had any pain during her period before because she was in good health, but this time, it almost cost her her life.
I had stomachache, backache, and my hands and feet were as cold as a dead person. Even if I put a hot water bottle in the quilt, it took a long time to warm me up.
888 was extremely distressed: "Host, I have helped you recuperate within the scope of my authority, but... the effect seems to be not very good. If the poison in your body is not eliminated, you will never recover."
Lan Shuang stood up with the help of her maid, holding the medicine bowl to warm her hands, "It's okay, I can hold on."
888: "Really?"
Lan Shuang forced a smile: "Of course."
No way! It hurts so much, okay?
But she only had so many points, and the detoxification pills were so expensive. If she exchanged them, she would be penniless again. As a money-loving person, she would never accept it!
Seeing her staring at the medicine bowl with deep hatred, the maid advised: "Saint, you must drink the medicine to get better quickly."
Lan Shuang nodded, "You are right."
She blew on it, tested the temperature, and felt it was okay, so she drank it all in one breath. After drinking, she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, leaned against the headboard and said dejectedly, "You guys go down."
"Yes, Saint, if you need anything, just call me."
Lan Shuang climbed onto the bed and covered herself tightly.
But she still felt cold, the kind of cold that came from the cracks in her bones, so cold that even her quilt was cold.
She tried to curl herself up into a ball, wanting to hold the hot water bottle in her arms.
As the drug took effect, she fell into a drowsy sleep and had some bizarre dreams.
The defense here was not tight, and with Xin Wujiang's martial arts skills, he was like a fish in water. He climbed in through the back window, and when he closed the window, he was still thinking that he was really crazy.
He could even do such a thing as breaking into a woman's bedroom in the middle of the night.
If he were caught by someone, he would have no chance of staying in Kyoto.
But now that I'm here, it would be too cowardly to just leave like this.
Xin Wujiang hesitated for a moment with a sour face, then turned around and walked towards the bed.
Probably to prevent people from catching a cold, the curtains on the arches were lowered, making it look hazy at first glance.
Xin Wujiang hesitated, opened the curtain and walked in. The room was filled with the faint fragrance of orchids.
He gradually relaxed, walked to the bed and lifted one side of the bed curtain, and saw Lan Shuang curled up in a small ball with her head almost buried in the quilt.
Xin Wujiang was suffocating for her. Wasn't she afraid of suffocating herself to death?
He hung up the bed curtains, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Lan Shuang out of the quilt. Lan Shuang hummed twice, seemed very dissatisfied, and wanted to get back in.
Xin Wujiang: “…”
He was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and felt that Lan Shuang now looked like a cat that had not yet woken up.
Lazy and... cute.
Xin Wujiang was stunned, he really lost his mind.
What's cute about it?
But when he touched Lan Shuang's hand, he suddenly woke up, "Why is it still so cold?"
He originally wanted to put her hand back into the quilt, but after thinking about it, he finally did not let go and held it with his own hand.
Perhaps because she felt his hand was warm, Lan Shuang actually rubbed it against his hand.
This little action suddenly made Xin Wujiang feel itchy in his heart.
He pursed his lips and looked at Lan Shuang with a gloomy look.
"Don't……"
"What?" Xin Wujiang moved closer to listen to her talking in her sleep.
"Xin Wujiang...don't go..."
Xin Wujiang was startled and almost thought she was awake, but he saw that she had her eyes closed and did not take any next move for a long time, then he was sure that she was just talking in her sleep.
So—she dreamed of herself?
Xin Wujiang looked at Lan Shuang, who was so close and defenseless, and the wall outside his heart city suddenly collapsed without any warning.
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