Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Master
It’s not far to go up the mountain to the town at the foot of the mountain by taking the path there.
Du Lingjing looked at the marquis. He went down the mountain at a fast pace. She wanted to follow him, but she could not catch up with him and soon reached the bottom of the mountain.
During the whole journey, he naturally didn't say a word to her. Occasionally, his eyes turned back to her, but it was only a light touch, and he retracted his gaze before she could even say a word to him from a distance.
Du Lingjing really didn't know what to do. When he arrived in the town, he saw government officials, Jinyiwei people, and apparently even servants from the marquis's mansion in the capital, all surrounding him, waiting for his opinions and orders.
She didn't want to disturb him, so she looked at him from a distance, and saw Tingjun sending away the doctor who came to treat Hu Tinglan's injury, and walked over.
She asked how Brother Hu was doing, "He has many old wounds and new ones all over his body. He will have to go to Beijing to cooperate with the thorough investigation. He may not be able to rest."
Hu Tingjun also sighed, and felt that the wind in front of the door was too strong, so he pulled Du Lingjing towards the yard where they were staying.
"The doctor just said that your injuries are healing, but recently many people have been infected with colds, and your condition is more susceptible to colds. You are already seriously injured, and you are still catching colds. Not to mention that although Shao Boju was captured, you are very worried. How can you recover from these injuries?"
Not to mention Hu Tinglan, Du Lingjing also saw that Hu Tingjun's eyes were red, and when he mentioned Shao Boju, he sighed several times.
Du Lingjing couldn't comfort her in this matter, so she could only hold her hand and said, "No matter what, you are lucky to have escaped from Shaw's knife. Don't think too much."
Hu Tingjun knew. She missed her little daughter at home day and night, wishing she could fly to her daughter's side. Later, she also thought, if she and her husband Guo Ting both died, and the child was still so young, what would she do?
There were slight tears in the corners of her eyes, but everything was settled at this moment, and she couldn't help but look at Du Lingjing.
"Thank you, Jingniang. Without you, it would have been even harder for us to escape."
Du Lingjing shook her head and said, "Why are we thanking each other?"
Hu Tingjun smiled, but when he held her hand, he felt that it was cold, so he could not help but remind her, "You should be careful too. From autumn to winter, the temperature drops sharply. If you catch a cold, it will be painful at best, and even fatal at worst."
Du Lingjing knew what was good for her and said she would put on more clothes tomorrow.
But when her friend suddenly looked at her a few more times, her voice became a little lighter, "Speaking of which, the one we should thank the most is actually the Marquis."
If Lu Shenru does not want to handle this matter impartially, they can escape from Shao Boju's clutches, but they will not be able to escape from Lu Shenru's grasp.
Du Lingjing never expected that he would come in person, let alone that he had already thought about how to deal with the situation before he came. What she least expected was that he really wanted to help her save people, and even after what happened at the Rongchang Earl's Mansion, he did not change his promise to her.
She didn't say anything for a moment, and Hu Tingjun squeezed her hand.
"What did you say to the Marquis just now?"
Speaking of this, Du Lingjing felt embarrassed for a moment.
"He...won't talk to me anymore."
Hu Tingjun blinked.
The room was quiet, except for the crackling sound of the newly lit charcoal fire.
Du Lingjing had never met anyone who refused to pay attention to her or talk to her.
She half-closed her eyes and sighed with melancholy and helplessness.
Hu Tingjun had a round face. He had lost a lot of weight after hiding for several months, which made his eyes look even bigger. They blinked under his willow-shaped eyebrows, shining with a lively light.
Her eyes were lively, making her look even more melancholy and thoughtful, with a hint of dullness in her eyes.
She laughed and said, "Jingniang, if someone doesn't talk to you, it's because they are angry."
Du Lingjing also noticed it, "Are you really that angry?"
I was so angry that I didn't even talk to her.
Hu Tingjun said that something went wrong in this matter.
She carefully analyzed the situation for Du Lingjing.
"Think about it, we asked him for help first, and he agreed. Then the incident at the Rongchang Marquis' Mansion happened, and you felt that he was not on the same side as us, so you left on your own. But the Marquis didn't have any intention of harming us at all."
"He has no intention of hurting anyone, and is even willing to sacrifice his own interests to help us, or to help you. But you doubt him. How can I not be angry?"
She said that this couldn't just be called anger, "Is there sadness as well?"
sad?
Du Lingjing couldn't help but recall his gloomy eyes...
Hu Tingjun said that he couldn't blame her completely, "After all, you have only been married for two months, and it was an imperial decree. How could it be so easy to trust someone wholeheartedly in two months?"
What’s more, he was the Marquis of Yongding.
What's more, Jingniang was afraid that Jiang Jieyuan was not far away.
Hu Tingjun couldn't help but ask her, "He knows everything about you and Jiang Jieyuan, right?"
Du Lingjing nodded and said she knew, "I have also told him so frankly."
Hu Tingjun was shocked when he heard that she had told others directly.
It was already a taboo for the bride to have her ex in mind, but her old friend actually dared to tell her directly.
Jingniang is indeed like this. She always treats others with the purest heart.
But the person opposite him is Marquis Yongding, not a true powerful official like Shao Boju.
She couldn't help but ask, "Then, how will the Marquis treat you after marriage?"
Du Lingjing said, "Very good."
She said "very good" without much thought. Hu Tingjun blinked her eyes. It seemed that he was no worse than Jiang Jieyuan before.
Hu Tingjun had seen with his own eyes what a gentle and modest gentleman Jiang Jieyuan was, and how he treated Jingniang.
That marquis was so decisive and feared, he was completely different from Jiang Jieyuan, but he treated Jingniang no worse than his predecessors...
Unfortunately, Jingniang still has the shadow of her predecessor in her heart.
However, the marriage has been granted by imperial decree, and the shadow of the predecessor can no longer be retained. Instead, the person in front of us should be cherished.
Of course, given Jingniang's personality, telling her these truths would probably be of little use.
Hu Tingjun simply said, "According to what you said, it's no surprise that the Marquis is angry and sad and refuses to talk to you. You should give him a proper apology."
Apologize politely? Du Lingjing also wanted to do this. She couldn't help but ask, "How can I apologize if he doesn't even talk to me?"
This is key.
Of course, the apology should be made in a way that pleases the other person.
Hu Tingjun lowered his voice even more, "How are you doing on weekdays? I mean when no one is around."
When it was just the two of them? Du Lingjing didn't know how to answer this question, so she thought about it.
"The Marquis is very caring. If I wake up thirsty at night, he will get up before me and help me pour a cup of warm tea."
This was the first thing Du Lingjing thought of.
In the past, when she was in her hometown of Qingzhou, no matter whether Qiulin or Ai Ye was serving her in her room at night, she would most likely be reluctant to wake them up and would put on her clothes and go out by herself.
But since she married him, she has never moved on her own...
When she said this, Tingjun was stunned.
Tingjun was a little confused.
The extremely powerful Marquis of Yongding, the marquis who no one outside can curry favor with, is he personally serving Jingniang from their family?
Tingjun couldn't imagine it, but when she looked at her good friend, she felt that her daughter Jingniang was really amazing, and she was proud of her!
"Then the matter of making an apology is easy." Hu Tingjun already understood the situation.
She said to Du Lingjing, "You don't need to make amends, just apologize. The Marquis usually takes care of you, so today it's your turn, you should also pay a little attention to the Marquis. Even if you take the initiative to pour him some tea or grind some ink, he won't be sad or angry anymore."
Du Lingjing frowned secretly, "Is that it?"
He helped her so much, but all he did was say a few words and pour her a cup of tea to make it go away?
Would it be too frivolous?
She thought that in order to find someone, he first opened Guilin Tower for her, and then came to Baoding in person.
It's just that he seems to have everything, but what can she give him?
It seems that it would be good if I don't drag him down...
She was thinking back and forth, left and right, when Tingjun suddenly interrupted her.
"Don't let your imagination run wild. If you trust me, just take the initiative and serve tea and water."
She then warned her, "Remember this, how I take care of you on weekdays is how you should do today. I promise that the Marquis will not be angry with you tomorrow!"
She spoke with certainty.
Du Lingjing found it inexplicably funny.
Will the Marquis really be able to be persuaded so easily as she said?
But she herself had no other choice.
She said, “I remember it.”
From time to time, she left the courtyard where the Hu brothers and sisters were staying and went back to her own residence to change into clean clothes.
While Qiu Lin was re-combing her hair and changing her clothes, she couldn't help but think that the Marquis had come in person this time. Otherwise, how could her daughter have come down the mountain in one piece? Only the hem of her skirt was dirty, and not even a hair fell off.
Ruan Gong reminded her today, saying that for those of them who followed the girl, the most important thing was to see her getting better and better.
She originally thought that no matter how powerful the Marquis was, he could never be better than the Third Master. Furthermore, it was an imperial decree, so the girl was extremely reluctant.
But now it seems... Qiu Lin called Du Lingjing, "Madam, please stay the night at the Marquis's place. Ai Ye and I will pack the luggage and move everything over."
Since she was going to apologize, Du Lingjing guessed that she didn't need to come back tonight.
She nodded and said yes, but just looked at Qiu Lin twice more.
This time that person really helped her a lot, even Qiu Lin's attitude changed.
She was thinking about these things in her mind, things she was not very good at, and thinking about Tingjun's "tips", she went to the courtyard where he stayed.
When she arrived, Lu Shenru was talking to someone in the corridor.
Several letters were sent over from the capital regarding certain matters. He opened and read two of them and just gave instructions, but there were a few others that required his personal replies.
But just as he finished saying the first thing to someone, he noticed a skirt floating into his sight.
He stood there without moving, continuing to listen to reports about the capital.
There is an early plum tree planted in the corner of the corridor. The colder the weather, the more the plum buds bloom.
The person who reported back told the whole story. The marquis in front of him seemed to be listening carefully and responding from time to time, but his eyes seemed to quietly pass over the branches of the plum tree with buds and look at the light pink hem of the lady's skirt on the other side of the courtyard.
The hem of her skirt swayed in the wind, like a plum bud that was about to bloom, and had already blossomed into tender and beautiful flowers.
Lu Shenru kept his gaze on her for a few more breaths, but when he saw her looking up, he withdrew his gaze indifferently, as if he had never noticed her at all.
Du Lingjing waited for him for a while, and seeing that he was only talking to someone and didn't even look at her, she had no choice but to lift the curtain and go into the room first.
The man's eyes lingered for a few moments on the hem of her skirt as she walked.
Du Lingjing entered the room and asked Qiulin to bring tea.
Qiulin thought she had a cold and wanted some hot tea to warm herself up, but she asked Qiulin to just put the tea down and prepare another tea bowl.
Qiulin hurriedly did as he was told and quickly retreated before the Marquis entered.
In less than half an hour, the man finished giving instructions and turned to walk into the room.
As soon as he entered the room, Du Lingjing looked over.
This time the man glanced at her, but his lips were pursed, his expression still vaguely dull as before, and he sat down at the table without saying a word.
Chong'an presented a few letters and some memorials from the palace, then left quickly. He flipped through them in silence.
Du Ling waited until the room was quiet for a while, then stood up.
Lu Shenru also saw his wife stand up and walk towards him.
He continued to open a letter, looking at it carefully without moving, but out of the corner of his eye he saw her walking towards him with a cup of tea.
She did not have the slightest bit of pretentiousness or fawning attitude. She placed the teacup on the edge of his table with her slender hands and spoke to him in a gentle and unhurried voice.
"My Lord, please have some tea."
After she finished speaking, she didn't leave immediately. She stood beside his desk, quietly waiting for his response.
The hem of her sleeve fell on his desk and seemed to touch his heart, softening it.
But he resisted the urge to look at her, and gave a slightly cold "hmm" as a response, then picked up the teacup and took a sip.
I don't know when the tea in Baoding became so sweet. With just a sip, the sweetness instantly spreads in my mouth.
Of course Lu Shenru knew that the sweetness was not tea. He restrained himself and took only one sip, then put the tea bowl down, as if unintentionally placing it far away.
She was still standing by his desk.
Du Lingjing didn't leave, but seeing his cold response, she felt that Tingjun's method might not work.
The man raised his eyes slightly and glanced at his wife, and saw that she seemed to be about to leave.
He pursed his lips, put the opened letter aside, and took the white paper of the reply from the other side.
However, just as he took the paper, he saw the slender hand that had just brought him tea, now picked up his ink with its slender white fingers.
"Let me grind the ink for you, Lord."
She poured water into the inkstone, lifted her sleeve with one hand, and started grinding ink for him with the other hand.
She changed into a clean light pink pleated skirt and a double-breasted jacket with white silver thread trim. She lifted her sleeves to grind ink for him, circle after circle, grinding the hard ink finely and spreading it in the clear water in the inkstone.
Lu Shenru had an indescribable feeling.
When had she ever treated him like this?
He pursed his lips and continued without saying anything. He picked up the pen and dipped it in her ink, looking at the person who had written the letter. He wondered how this person had deserved the ink she had ground herself to write back to him.
After the ink was ground, she no longer stayed by his desk. He watched her turn and leave, but she did not walk far. She took a book and sat at the table under the window opposite the desk.
Just like when he was at home, he would often take the official documents and go back to the main courtyard to accompany her in editing books. This time, he sat at the desk while she read under the window... ...
He knew that he probably wouldn't be able to get angry anymore, and he didn't know which expert had given her the guidance.
A cup of tea, an inkstone, a few words, and a quiet book to accompany...
The man closed his eyes.
It's getting late.
No matter how big the matter is, we can talk about it tomorrow.
About half an hour later, he had almost finished his work. He gave Chongping two instructions in front of the door. When he returned to the room, she had already washed up and put the book on the table. She was only wearing a plain middle shirt and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him.
This time she didn't say anything, but just tilted her head slightly to see if he was done.
Du Lingjing was nervous.
It's been a whole night and he hasn't spoken to her. Is Tingjun's method no longer effective?
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