Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Similar
The next day, Du Lingjing failed to leave.
Jiang Fengchuan's injury didn't get better for some reason, and he had a high fever in the morning. When Du Lingjing arrived, she saw that he was pale, and the medicine the doctor gave him last night seemed to have failed to stop the bleeding. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, and his life force was almost gone.
Her heart tightened.
When Sanlang brought Liulang home, everyone knew what he meant. His health was sometimes good and sometimes bad, and he was weak since childhood. He was afraid that he would not live long, and no one could take his place to be filial to his parents, which would only make his parents sad. Liulang was an abandoned child in the clan. If Sanlang died, Liulang would be able to take his place to be filial to his parents.
So after he left, the clan decided to adopt Liu Lang under the name of his parents.
If it weren't for the rumor that the younger brother would inherit the throne after the elder brother, the Jiang family might not have been willing to send him out to study and wander around without a fixed place to stay.
Now he suddenly had a high fever and was almost falling into a coma. Du Lingjing could no longer walk and could only talk to the man behind her.
"Please go back to the capital first. After two days, when Jiang Liulang has recovered from his injuries, I will go back to the capital. Is that okay, Your Majesty?"
She said this so politely, just like yesterday when she asked him to help save someone, but she had to bow to him solemnly to ask for help...
Lu Shenru did not respond for a moment, not wanting Chong'an to come forward and report.
"My Lord, there is news from the capital that the staff of the Rongchang Marquis's mansion wants to see you, it seems to be an urgent matter. In addition, there are two military matters directly handed over by Ningxia, please make your decision, my Lord."
With so many things on his plate, it was impossible for him to stay in Guilin Tower any longer, and Jiang Fengchuan was seriously injured and unable to move.
Lu Shenru looked at his wife. It was obvious that the sixth son of the Jiang family was very important. At least to her, she would take him seriously.
The man lowered his eyes, but couldn't help but ask another question.
"You really won't come with me?"
Du Lingjing knew that she had promised him yesterday to go back to Beijing with him, but she refused today, still for the Jiang family. But in this situation, even if it was not for Sanlang, she could not just give up because of the friendship between the Jiang and Du families who had been neighbors for generations.
She could only find another excuse.
"I still have some unfinished business in Guilin Tower, so I'll stay for two more days."
She pursed her lips slightly. This excuse was really not very good, but having said this, what else could Lu Shenru say? He held her hand and asked her to walk him all the way to the door. He only let her go after she got on the horse.
"Then don't be too tired."
She nodded.
He looked at her silently and rode away.
As soon as he left, Du Lingjing returned to the room filled with the smell of medicine.
The doctor had just given Jiang Fengchuan an acupuncture injection. He came out wiping the sweat from his forehead, greeted the lady, and heard the lady asking him how he was doing.
"Mr. Jiang Liu's injuries were not serious, but for some reason, they healed very slowly. With such an injury, he must have stayed in bed for a whole night, so why is he still bleeding today?"
The doctor couldn't explain it clearly, so he said to Du Lingjing, "Don't worry, Madam. I will observe for another two days."
Du Lingjing thanked him and asked Qiulin to give him another consultation fee, but the doctor refused to take it. "Madam, you are too polite. The Marquis' Mansion has already paid."
But the Marquis' Mansion belongs to the Marquis' Mansion. She smiled and said, "This is mine. Please pay more attention to it."
After much refusals, Qiulin finally stuffed the medical fee into the doctor's hands.
Du Lingjing walked into the room. When she lifted the curtain and walked in, she saw that the person on the bed had already put on his clothes and was walking towards him.
"The doctor said you should rest."
There were only her and him in the room. Du Lingjing started to ask him to come over, but he didn't respond. He just put on a long green robe with bamboo leaves embroidered on the cuffs, bent his body slightly, and picked up another bamboo green robe stained with blood.
The two colors that Sanlang wore most often when he was alive were bamboo green and sky green. Du Lingjing's eyes fell on these two clothes and she couldn't help but pause.
She saw the injured man taking off his bloody clothes, and then took out a silver belt tied around his waist from his bag.
Unlike the powerful ministers and nobles walking in the court, who had their waists narrowed by a brocade belt, he only used this long ribbon to tie a knot loosely around his waist, leaving half of the ribbon hanging on one side.
Sanlang once said that he was mostly in his study or in her Mianlou, and didn't see guests, so he didn't need to dress too formally. But the more important reason was that he said he was thin due to long-term illness, and tightening his waist with a brocade belt made him look like a dead branch.
She didn't like what he said and forbade him to say it again, but she did as he wished and beat him seven or eight times.
This silver cloud pattern was also made by her.
How many years had it been since she last saw this ribbon tied around Sanlang's waist?
At this moment, the ribbon was tied loosely on the person in front of her. Du Lingjing couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat. She saw that the person in front of her was wearing a space green robe with a long silver ribbon. She was obviously too weak to straighten her waist, but she still walked to the tea table, picked up a pot of tea and poured her a cup.
"I'm not thirsty..." she said.
But he seemed not to have heard her. He just turned around to look at her, took a plate of snacks from the side, and slowly warmed it up with a small tea stove.
Every move seemed like many years ago. She saw that Sanlang didn't come to Mianlou every two days, so she guessed that he must be in poor health again. Otherwise, if he had a little energy, he would come despite the wind and rain. If she didn't come, he would leave.
When the weather was cold, he didn't want her to come to him. But when she insisted on coming, he would sigh and tell her not to ask Uncle Hui for help or for her to do it. He would make her a cup of hot tea, warm up the cold snacks, and gently place them in front of her.
Finally, he filled a bottle of soup and handed it to her, gently advising her, "Don't burn yourself..."
Every scene before my eyes seemed to be replayed, overlapping little by little with those that I had repeatedly recalled but could not find in my memory.
Sure enough, the person in front of her also took out a hand warmer, heated it up for her, slowly walked to her side, and put it in her palm.
Du Lingjing's tears fell.
The young man pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve, looked down at her, slowly reached out his hand, and wiped the tear that was sliding down her face.
But in the next moment, she suddenly turned her face away.
The young man paused, and she raised her head and looked over at him.
"what you do?"
He didn't say anything, so Du Lingjing called him directly.
"Liu Lang, sit down."
There was an urgency in her tone that was not there usually.
Only then did the young man take back his hand that was about to wipe her tears, and turned around to sit down at the table.
He didn't say anything, his seriously injured face was pale, and he had just been "scolded" twice, so his expression was quite "pitiful" at the moment.
This look, the overlap and similarity, makes people feel soft-hearted.
But the person in front of him was not the same person as before. Du Lingjing frowned and remained silent, but he was the one who asked a question.
"Why didn't my sister-in-law go back with Lord Lu?"
When he asked this, Du Lingjing frowned even more at him.
His injuries were not too serious. He had said before that there was no medicine when he was being chased. The doctor had clearly given him careful medicine last night, so how could he still be bleeding profusely this morning and even have a fever?
She saw him just moving around again, as if he didn't feel any injuries or pain, but he was learning every move...
It would be strange if the injury could heal?
She didn't want to chat with him, so she just got straight to the point.
"Is it because of what happened yesterday?"
Because yesterday, she ignored his doubts and directly told Lu Shenru about the rescue.
She asked, and he finally stopped beating around the bush with her.
"Yes. Lord Lu's reputation is really hard for scholars like us to trust." He looked at her and said, "In my eyes, he is not even one ten-thousandth as trustworthy as my third brother."
If the first sentence was the consensus of everyone, it was the real doubt of scholars all over the world, especially Mr. Liao who had a rift with Lu Shenru. Then Du Lingjing knew that he said the second sentence deliberately for her to hear, just like just now, his every word and action was also for her to see.
A thick medicinal smell lingered in the room.
When Sanlang was alive, whenever he heard that a demon was coming, he would open the doors and windows even in the coldest weather to disperse the medicinal smell as much as possible.
But at this moment, the medicinal smell was kept tightly in the room.
He was reminding her that he had fulfilled his promise.
She whispered, "I am indeed married, married."
She tried her best to avoid the imperial decree, but she married Lu Shenru, the Marquis of Yongding, and they were married in name only and in reality...
"But this matter has nothing to do with whether he and I are husband and wife."
She simply told him that Shao Boju wanted to force her to marry him with the help of Madam Wan and her uncle.
"At that time, I spread the news that Shao Boju might be involved in persecuting the Hu brothers and sisters. Everyone in the capital knew about it overnight. I took advantage of the power of the Marquis. But at that time, he and I were not in a close relationship. We were just pursuing the same interests."
She described the incident in detail and looked at Jiang Fengchuan.
"It's the same this time. The Shao family is already quite powerful, and they have a third place winner, Shao Boju, who is very favored by the emperor. Will he want to see Shao Boju become more powerful?"
Jiang Fengchuan had been wandering outside and had only a vague understanding of what happened in the capital, Shao Boju. Hearing her say this, he nodded secretly in his heart but did not show it on his face.
"But it's hard to say. At that time, he was happy to see Shao Boju get into trouble, and now he might have other benefits. Sister-in-law, can you be sure that your current husband will not put the people of the Fu Party in a disadvantageous position?"
Du Lingjing listened to his words and remained silent for a moment.
She changed her title.
"It's possible that Lord Lu may have other interests that may make him change his mind."
But at this moment she felt that he didn't, he was just saving people.
But can she really guarantee this?
Her voice lowered a few notches as she spoke the truth.
"The Yongding Marquis' Mansion has its own standpoint, and Marquis Lu has his own considerations. What we can do is to borrow someone's hand and ask for help when our interests coincide with his."
She said, "It is an invitation. We invited him, so of course we have to show our sincerity."
"But if he has other interests later, I will know the importance of it."
She had been married to him for nearly two months, but they were strangers two months before that. How much affection could there be between them?
They all have their own positions and things to do, but her things are not Lu Shenru's things.
The kindness we have shown over the past two months is not worth asking for help again and again, especially when our interests are no longer consistent or even conflicting.
"He has done his best. The time will come for us to take care of ourselves."
Naturally, she would not bother him any more. She would make the decision right away and think of a solution herself.
If we haven't rescued everyone by then, we might end up in an even worse situation.
She had no one to turn to, so even if she ran to the mountains and forests to find someone to save people, she would not give up.
"Since everyone trusts me, I will not sit idly by and do nothing about this matter, so don't worry."
After she finished speaking, she saw that the young man sitting opposite her had finally become more "well-behaved" and stopped behaving strangely. However, his thin cheeks, pale face, and eyes did look a bit like Sanlang...
Du Lingjing couldn't help but look at him a few more times before asking.
"Do you understand now? Can you recover from your injuries?"
When she saw him nod, she breathed a sigh of relief and asked him a few questions about how everyone was doing.
Jiang Fengchuan said it was not very good, "Brother Hu was the most seriously injured. Shao Wuxing's arrow almost shot through his arm."
Du Lingjing took a breath and heard him say that fortunately the place where everyone hid later was very secluded. "We hid safely for a few days, and the injuries were relatively stable. But Madam Hu Er was always thinking about the children at home. I saw her crying quietly several times."
Du Lingjing lowered her eyes. Fortunately, the child was not taken away, otherwise what would Tingjun do?
"And Mr. Liao, he's so thin that I can't recognize him."
Du Lingjing thought she had heard wrongly. Mr. Liao used to be very plump, but now he has become so thin that he has lost all his looks?
She was eager to see everyone, but Chongping had just selected the people to set off yesterday. They were hiding at the junction of Zhending and Baoding, and could not be rescued so quickly.
Even though Du Lingjing did not believe in Buddhism, he couldn't help but chant the Buddha's name at this moment.
I hope nothing goes wrong and that we can rescue the people right away...
Just as they were talking, Du Lingjing looked up again and saw that blood was oozing out of Liu Lang's wound again.
She quickly told him not to sit there any longer, "Go back and lie down on the bed. If you need anything, don't bother the people in the mansion. I'll let Chang Pu come and look after you."
Uncle Hui should have been left with the others in the Fu Party, so it would be convenient for Changpu to look after him.
After she finished speaking, she stood up and was about to leave, but another voice came from behind her.
"sister in law."
She looked back and heard Liu Lang only say one sentence this time.
"The weather is getting colder. Don't walk outside all the time. Be careful not to catch a cold."
"Got it." Du Lingjing softened her voice, replied to him, and walked out.
As soon as she left, Jiang Fengchuan was the only one left in the room.
He did not return to bed immediately. Blood slowly oozed from the wound. He took out the bamboo doll from a box on the table.
"Brother, what do you think of what sister-in-law said?"
The bamboo puppet cannot speak.
However, he took out a few bamboo leaves from the embroidered bag beside him, scattered them on the table, and tilted his head to look at the hexagrams formed by the scattered bamboo leaves.
"Oh, Qian Gua." Jiang Fengchuan whispered, "It seems that my brother still loves her and listens to whatever she says."
In this case, he just said, "I hope it's as she said."
*
Return to the bottom of the Lin Building.
Du Lingjing walked to the door of the building, but did not go in. Instead, she walked around the building and headed back.
She remembered that there seemed to be a small bamboo forest at the corner.
But as she kept walking, the north wind froze her skirt like ice, and she realized that the bamboo forest was not growing in the courtyard of Guilin Tower, but outside the back door.
She walked out.
It was just a small piece, but she stepped into it, and the fresh bamboo fragrance seemed to block out the cold air, falling on her hair, fingers, and clothes. The fragrance of the bamboo leaves seemed to hold her in its arms... ...
Du Lingjing couldn't help but close her eyes.
Someone happened to pass by and glanced at her. "Are you crying, madam?"
Du Lingjing was slightly startled, and saw someone holding incense in a basket, and the person was pointing forward at her.
"There is a small temple in front. If you miss someone, why don't you go to the temple and tell the gods. The gods will convey it for us."
She said, "I am here to bring some money and a few words to my late mother. Will you go, madam?"
Du Lingjing wiped away the remaining water drops on her face.
"go."
*
Capital city.
Behind a wall, the Marquis was managing the affairs in the study, and Yu Aile met with the staff of the Rongchang Earl's Mansion on his behalf.
The staff of the Rongchang Marquis's Mansion were filled with sorrow.
"... The two young masters are really too frivolous to do such a bloody thing. Our Madam is unable to handle it, and the Marquis has led his troops out to fight. If we report the news, it will inevitably disturb the Marquis, but if we ignore it, who knows what will happen? Our mansion really has no other choice, otherwise we would not come to disturb the Marquis. We can only ask the Marquis' Mansion to help find someone for the sake of the relationship between the two families."
Yu's staff said that it would be easy to find someone to help him, "but it's hard to say when we can find him. But Lord Rongchang is leading troops outside, and we can't let him miss important military matters, so don't tell him."
The staff of the Rongchang Marquis's Mansion said repeatedly, "As long as the Marquis is willing to take care of us, we can do anything."
After he finished speaking, he was about to go and pay his respects to Lu Shenru, but Yu Mu'liao replied on his behalf, "The Marquis is busy, let's find someone first."
The staff of the Rongchang Marquis's Mansion had no choice but to bow outside the study and leave.
Yu's staff went to Lu Shenru's study and mentioned the matter of the Rongchang Earl's Mansion to him.
"It is said that the two young masters killed someone, and the family members hid away for fear of retaliation. Madam Bo was afraid of causing trouble, so she had no choice but to come here for help..."
Yu's assistant explained the whole thing, but the man just nodded and didn't pay much attention.
He saw the man's men flipping through a few memorials sent down from the palace, taking a quick look at them and throwing them aside. He supported his chin with one hand and turned his head to look out the window.
There were a few thin bamboos growing outside the window.
The man slightly pressed his lips. The rest of the staff didn't know what the marquis meant, so they replied that there were a few people waiting to see the marquis outside.
However, before he could finish his words, he heard the man say, "It's gone."
After saying this, he saw the Marquis stand up and ask someone to bring the horse over, "I'm going out."
*
Du Lingjing spent the whole day in the small temple without realizing it.
The abbot of the temple saw that she had stayed for a long time and asked her if she wanted some vegetarian food.
Du Lingjing thanked him but shook her head.
As the sky darkened, all the people who came to burn incense had left without them knowing it. Even the tall incense sticks in the incense burner had burned out. The little monk began to sweep the yard, and she got up and went out.
The surroundings became dark, but fortunately the Guilin Tower stood tall. She just had to follow the shadow of the building and walk back. When she reached the bamboo forest, she would arrive.
But we had not walked far, before reaching the bamboo forest, when we saw a tall and straight figure standing on the dark path in the setting sun.
He was walking towards here, his eyes fixed on her face.
He stopped, but Du Lingjing was stunned.
"My Lord?"
Why is he here?
Du Lingjing was a little at a loss. She had stayed in the small temple behind her the whole day, and the smell of incense still lingered on her body.
She couldn't help but want to brush off her clothes, but it would be too obvious.
The man also saw that her eyes were red, her nose was red, and her usually soft lips were dry.
The mountains hid the last rays of light from the setting sun, leaving only a ray of red glow floating quietly in the sky.
He was silent for a moment, but then spoke to her softly again. He didn't mention anything, just asked her one question.
"Would you like to run a horse?"
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