Chapter 155
Late at night, Lu Jiaxue had not yet rested, and Ye Yan was reporting to Lu Jiaxue on the progress in Datong.
"The Imperial Guards directly arrested Zeng Yingkun, and he didn't resist. He has many followers in Shanxi, and over 70% of the military officers in Datong are his disciples or close friends. His influence is widespread. As you said, they've been imprisoned in prison vans and taken back to Beijing. But since you said we need to delay for two days, I'm not sure where to best arrange them..."
"There are several courtyards in the back hillside of Daci Temple. I originally built them to store weapons. Let's temporarily detain the person there," Lu Jiaxue said. "I'll personally escort him there in two days."
Ye Yan bowed in response. The light of the oil lamp in the room, the size of a green bean, had burned to the wick and was fading away.
But no one in the governor's study dared to pick up the lantern flowers. They only saw Lu Jiaxue staring intently at a map in front of him, seemingly thinking about something, but also thinking about nothing. They didn't dare to move, holding their breath and waiting for Lu Jiaxue's next order.
The tiger talisman in his hand was knocking against the edge of the table.
The thing that could command thousands of troops was like a child's toy in his hands.
The sound of the voice gently knocking on the edge of the table made people feel more nervous the more they listened.
"Oh, and there's Daci Temple... I asked him to tell my fortune last time, and he was pretty accurate." Lu Jiaxue leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed. "Tell him I'll bring someone to visit him in person someday, so he can make good preparations."
Ye Yan agreed again. He had followed Lu Jiaxue for many years and knew his feelings well.
At this time, a maid came in from outside to report. Normally, servants from the inner courtyard were not allowed to enter at such times. However, upon hearing about the arrival of someone, Lu Jiaxue immediately let them in. The maid bowed and said, "My Lord, that young lady is not feeling well... I noticed that she has not been able to sleep. I asked her but she said nothing. What do you think we should do?"
"She's not feeling well?"
Lu Jiaxue frowned, then said, "I'll go with you to take a look."
The servant immediately took out a sable fur cloak and put it on him. Lu Jiaxue looked back and said hesitantly, "You guys can leave first." Then he strode out of the study.
Ye Yan and the deputy general exchanged bewilderment, then left the study one after another. Walking along the corridor, Ye Yan couldn't help but ask, "I remember the governor hasn't had anyone by his side for years... The last time someone tried to curry favor with the governor, a skinny Yangzhou horse who could play the qin, was given to him a thousand years ago. It seems he only kept it for a few months before it was sold."
The deputy general lowered his voice and said, "When the governor brought the man in, he was holding his cloak tightly. But I took a quick look and it's true that ten skinny horses from Yangzhou couldn't beat that one."
Ye Yan took a deep breath and said, "Is this weird thing you're talking about really that good-looking?"
The deputy general smiled and shook his head smugly, "You and I have been with the governor for decades. In the early days, when he was surrounded by beautiful women, he never paid so much attention to any of them. Perhaps this is really different. Maybe in a few months, we will have a marquis' wife."
Ye Yan also smiled: "As for the Marquis' wife, I am happy. Otherwise, the governor has such a huge family business, but he has no heirs, and he has to adopt a nephew from the side branch to inherit it. Isn't it too easy for them?" Ye Yan felt that only the bloodline of the Marquis was worthy of the position of the Marquis of Ningyuan.
"But that's just wishful thinking on our part. The Commander-in-Chief might just be looking for something new." Seeing they had already exited the Moon Gate and could see the screen wall, the deputy general said, "If you really want to marry the Marquis' wife, you should find a matchmaker and propose marriage. The Commander-in-Chief is hiding her at home now. She's probably just a skinny girl."
The two of them walked away while talking.
Luo Yining curled up in bed, clutching her lower abdomen, which felt like a knife stabbing her. She was covered in cold sweat, and waves of nausea kept rising.
Uterine coldness was an old problem for her, and after a year of treatment, it had cleared up. But now, for some reason, it had recurred. At home, Qingpu would make her medicine and Zhenzhu would warm her waist with a hand warmer. Third Brother Bi also paid special attention to her, worrying about the slightest headache or fever. He was concerned for her with the kind of concern he gives to a child, assuming she was just being disobedient, eating something too cold, or falling asleep in her study without a blanket. So, whenever she was sick, he'd frown and supervise her medication and diet.
People are most vulnerable when they are sick. Luo Yining began to miss the Luo family, Luo Shenyuan, and even the Duke of Ying's Mansion.
The Ningyuan Marquis Mansion was no longer her home, and the people and things she was familiar with had long since disappeared.
Maybe the pain was too much, Yining started to have some crazy thoughts.
The maid came to see her twice, but was helpless both times. She could only boil some hot water for her and then hurried to inform Lu Jiaxue.
After learning, Lu Jia took off his cloak and handed it to the serving girl. He then pulled aside the curtain and walked into Qiangong's bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and held her in his arms. She was half conscious and didn't know who was holding her. She only smelled a strange yet familiar scent that surrounded her.
"But your lower abdomen is uncomfortable?" When the maid went to the study to pass on the message, she was reluctant to speak because of the large crowd. They were all experienced, and they knew Yining's condition at a glance. Lu Jiaxue hadn't expected her to be so unwell now. In her previous life, Luo Yining hadn't even had a headache or fever. He held her in his arms, his hand on her lower abdomen, gently warming her.
He quite enjoyed the feeling of taking care of her. This was different from the past, when Luo Yining had relied on him, and he had treated her like his wife. But now, Luo Yining was mentally strong, and only when she was sick and leaned on him would she not struggle.
Lu Jiaxue felt that her feet were still cold, so he simply climbed onto the bed and held her in his arms.
Yining was unconscious, and when he felt the warmth of the big hand, he could only murmur: "Third brother..."
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