Chapter 81 Chapter 81 Heard
The Yongding Marquis Mansion is a mountain house in the suburbs of Beijing.
In a secret courtyard that was not connected to the inner and outer courtyards, Lu Shenru walked over and saw someone standing under the corridor, moving a pot of orchid that had wilted due to the heat to a cool place.
As soon as he appeared, the people moving the flowers looked over vigilantly.
He saw Lu Shenru step in from the hidden door, and he didn't know whether to continue moving the flower pot in his hand.
Lu Hou glanced at the flower in his hand, and saw that the soil was moist and there were still drops of water on the leaves. He then swept his eyes across the garden. The turn of spring and summer was the time when flowers were competing for splendor.
He heard that this person initially refused to even look at the flowers, but gradually, the flowers became more beautiful than he had taken care of them.
It turns out that spies who are on the alert for war can also plant flowers and grass.
While he was looking at him, the man had put down the flowerpot in his hand.
He was one of the three spies captured by Lu Hou himself that day. The other two Tatars were killed, but Lu Hou saved only this Han Chinese.
He said he would let him live, and indeed he didn’t kill him. Not only that, he also brought him from the damp dungeon to this courtyard full of blooming flowers.
Lu Hou wanted him to speak up and tell everything he knew;
But can he really open his mouth?
The Han spy secretly tensed his body and looked at Lu Shenru.
The man didn't say anything else, but took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and asked Chongping to pass it to him.
It is the pattern of the internal joints they carefully crafted.
He heard Lu Hou say, "I just found out that this map came from a small Tatar tribe that was destroyed more than 40 years ago."
More than forty years ago, the late emperor had not yet ascended the throne.
He asked, "Why do you have this plan? What is your relationship with this destroyed Tatar tribe?"
The Han spy looked at the picture silently without saying a word.
Lu Shenru didn't expect him to speak right away, but he looked at the beautifully tended flowers in the garden again and said.
“People live to spread their wings and see the mountains, or to be expected by the masses and shoulder responsibilities, or to inherit morality and reproduce their bloodline. But in fact, most people don’t need a reason to live. They just want to live in this world of flowers, grass, mountains and rivers, and the hustle and bustle.”
The spy was stunned.
Lord Lu was asking him if he wanted to live?
His lips trembled, but he remained tight and said nothing.
He saw a flash of disappointment in Lord Lu's eyes, but then he smiled again.
"You don't have to tell me today, but you have to make a decision quickly."
After saying this, he left the courtyard, leaving the Han spy alone, looking down at the long-lost totem of the Tatar tribe...
As soon as Lu Shenru returned to the capital, he saw Wei Cong waiting for him in the marquis's mansion.
Without him asking any more questions, Wei Cong told him the purpose of his visit.
He said that the recent restlessness of the Tatars outside the Great Wall was not a sudden impulse, but was related to a Tatar prince.
Lu Shenru was slightly startled, "Could it be the Ninth Prince?"
The ninth king of Tatar, in the fourteenth year of Hongqi, the Yongding Army went out of the pass to attack the enemy, and it was this man who led the troops to besiege most of the Yongding Army.
The Yongding Army suffered heavy losses that year, and the entire army hated this man. The following year, his grandfather, the old marquis, went out of the pass despite his illness and raided the Tatar army. He almost captured this man alive, which comforted the souls of half of the Yongding Army and solved the mystery of the heavy losses that year.
But this man was lucky enough to escape being captured, but he was also seriously injured, and his tribe was defeated by the Yongding Army. He gradually disappeared in the desert.
However, the deep hatred between this man and the Yongding Army may not have been forgotten by both sides.
Lu Shenru asked sharply, and saw Wei Cong nodded.
"That's him."
Manipulating secret attacks again and again from behind.
No one noticed it many times before, until Wei Cong fought with him in Ningxia, and then they realized something was wrong and sent people to investigate carefully. The news has just been passed on.
Lu Shenru laughed when he heard it.
"I was afraid he had died in the desert a long time ago. Now that he's alive and on the battlefield, that's great."
This man must die at the hands of the Yongding Army.
Wei Cong's eyes darkened as he thought of his second uncle.
He was the most valiant and skilled general of the Wei clan, a rare general in the entire Yongding Army. And it was during that battle that he was beheaded and hung on a high hill to bleed to death... ...
His voice was slightly hoarse and he spoke slowly.
"Tomorrow, I will ask the Emperor to return to the northwest."
He went back to get to know the nine Tatar kings personally.
But he saw the Marquis raised his hand, "You are seriously injured this time, you'd better continue to rest."
"But this man is extremely difficult to deal with. Among all the generals in the army, except for General Yang, the Earl of Rongchang, I'm afraid no one else can do it. And the Earl of Rongchang..."
Wei Cong didn't want to say anything anymore.
First, the two legitimate sons of the Yang family killed someone. Then, the eldest daughter of the Yang family, Yang Jinyu, poisoned the wine and was captured by the Embroidered Uniform Guard. The prince of Weiguo wanted to divorce his wife.
Rongchang Bo was so angry that he fainted and is currently bedridden.
Wei Cong said, "My Lord, it would be better if you allow me to go back in person."
But Lu Shenru still shook his head.
"Who will the Marquis send?"
Lu Shenru whispered, and the room was silent for a moment. He looked far away towards the northwest sky.
"I will go myself."
Wei Cong was startled and stared at him.
... ...
The next day, Marquis Lu submitted a memorial, saying that the Northwest Army needed to be reorganized. He requested permission to go to the northwest in person to handle relevant matters and reorganize military affairs.
The emperor's condition improved a little, and he was able to resume his court attendance. When he saw Lu Shenru's request, he thought about it for a day and approved it the next day.
He was going to the northwest to reorganize military affairs, and Du Lingjing also knew about it, but as the wife of Marquis Lu, it was inconvenient for her to go with him. Lu Shenru had a special status, and if she stayed in the capital, she could make those civil officials shut up and make the palace feel at ease.
He also said that she didn't need to go with him, "I'll be back in more than a month."
And fearing that he would worry about his injury, she told her, "I am only going back to sort out military affairs and make some arrangements to deal with the affairs of the court. I am not going to the battlefield."
He said so, but Du Lingjing discovered that he had taken away the swords from the bedroom in Yuanxiu Pavilion.
Not one handle, but two.
She stood in front of his knife rack, which had a small half empty, and her heart began beating faster for some unknown reason.
However, Lu Shenru got news from the guards who were sent out to follow that Jiang Fengchuan somehow thought of the villa where they had stayed when Lord Du passed away, and sent someone to go there.
Lu Shenru snorted.
Jiang Liu was smart. He knew that he would definitely show up for such a major event as the death of Lord Du. So it was only natural for him to meet Jiang Zhuxiu at that time.
If you check this place, you may actually find something.
But he sent out the order, "He is not allowed to keep investigating, and especially not allowed to bring anyone back to the capital, let alone bring them to my wife."
It is impossible for Jiang Liu to act the same way as last time.
Lu Shenru was really impatient to hear about Jiang Liu, so he turned around and went back to the bedroom. He saw his wife standing in front of his knife rack, her eyebrows furrowed, staring at the two empty spots on the rack.
"You're going to the battlefield." She didn't ask.
Lu Shenru didn't expect that she could see through it, and couldn't help laughing.
But she didn't smile, her voice was muffled, "The wound on your arm hasn't healed at all."
The man walked up to her.
"It's not completely healed, it's just not completely healed."
He started to haggle with her over words, and Du Lingjing frowned even more and looked at him with pursed lips.
Is it a small matter to be injured on the battlefield? She asked him with a frown.
He didn't reply, but asked her instead.
"My lady loves me?"
"Of course I feel sorry for my husband."
She did not hesitate, but Lu Shenru lowered his eyes and looked at her carefully.
Was it because he became her husband, or because he was hurt for her?
He looked at her for a long while, his eyelids drooped, the color of his pupils as dark as mist, making it difficult to see inside.
Du Lingjing didn't know what he was thinking and was guessing secretly. Just as she was about to ask a question, he suddenly smiled.
"My lady, let's have fun tonight."
This sentence immediately disrupted Du Lingjing's thoughts.
What the hell is going on? She was saying that he was injured and shouldn't have gone to the battlefield.
But there was determination in his eyes when he looked at her.
... ...
Inside the tent at night, cicadas chirped outside the window, absorbing the night's heat that had dissipated and spitting it all out into the tent with their loud chirping sounds.
Du Lingjing was so hot that she was sweating all over, even her ankles were dripping with sweat. He grabbed her smooth and slender ankles, then slid up to her knees and held her in front of him.
He didn't know why he didn't seem to be in a very good mood, but the determination in his eyes was now completely transformed into strength.
He possessed her forcefully, over and over again, with his fingertips and lips, not letting her escape or be distracted, and although she tried her best to cooperate, he wanted more.
Du Lingjing couldn't bear it any longer. She felt as if today had returned to the time when they were arguing over the imperial decree to grant marriage.
It was obvious that he was unwilling to tell the truth, but his temper was even worse than hers, as if he had suffered some injustice but could not speak it out. Seeing that she was unwilling to reconcile with him, she was stubborn and even the queen could not control her.
He was so determined between the curtains at that time. The more she slapped and hit him, the more he wanted her, even if she was so angry that her eyes turned red, he would not let her go.
It was the same this time, and he seemed inexplicably more determined to possess her than before.
When she lowered her head, she saw that her body was covered with faint red marks left by him, but he was still not satisfied and pressed her tightly, as if he wanted her to be covered with his, Lu Shenru's, mark from the outside to the inside.
"Only the stone..."
She trembled, her eyes were misty, and every strand of her hair was stained with his scent.
He then panted and hugged her, resting his forehead against hers.
Du Lingjing thought she didn't provoke him, so she looked up at him. This time he didn't kiss her aggressively, but just looked at her from a very close distance like he did in the past few days.
"What's wrong with you? What happened?"
There must be something wrong, she thought.
But the man just smiled faintly.
Nothing happened. If anything, it would have happened a long time ago.
It’s about Jiang Zhuxiu’s suicide.
If she knew that Jiang Zhuxiu committed suicide and he had been waiting for her for many years before that, she would definitely think that her Sanlang's death was related to him, right?
At that time, would she still be willing to stay by his side and call him "husband" softly?
How to say this? He didn't say it, nor did he intend to let Jiang Fengchuan say it.
He didn't dare bet that she knew, it would be better if she didn't know.
He didn't want to have someone between him and her.
He wanted to be close to her for the rest of his life, without any gaps between them...
After returning from the bathroom, he put her back on the bed. Du Lingjing was extremely tired, so he covered her with a thin quilt and stayed with her for a while. Thinking she was asleep, he got dressed, got out of bed and walked out the door.
But Du Lingjing did not fall asleep. She silently watched him leave.
Thinking of his abnormal behavior this time, and his strange silence on the imperial decree requesting marriage, some speculations that she had always suppressed, which she couldn't find any similarities with, and which she felt were unlikely, couldn't help but emerge.
She thought and thought, and the sky was almost dawning.
Lu Shenru didn't come back. He first gave Chongping some instructions and then sat in the study for a while.
On the surface, he would leave Beijing in three days and go to the northwest with great fanfare to reorganize military affairs.
But privately he was not planning to leave after three days.
He wanted to leave tonight and catch the Ninth Tatar King off guard!
When Wei Cong came in the morning, Nian Jia also followed.
As soon as she saw Du Lingjing, she asked, "Jingniang, did you not sleep well? Why are your eyes so pale?"
As she spoke, she looked at Du Lingjing carefully, and suddenly she stared at Du Lingjing's collar and behind her ears.
"What do you have..."
Some red marks of unknown origin.
Nian Jia blinked her eyes again and again. Du Lingjing's face turned slightly hot. She thought she was going to ask a few questions, but Nian Jia turned her head away, cleared his cough twice, and changed the subject.
She seemed hotter than her face. Du Lingjing saw her face turn red and heard her say.
"I heard earlier that the prince said he was going back to the northwest, and he had someone take back the armor he had repaired. But then he said he couldn't go anymore, so your Lordship went instead."
She had been in the Northwest for three years and knew quite a bit about it, so she couldn't help but ask Du Lingjing.
"Is Lord Lu going to the battlefield? Are you worried and can't sleep well all night?"
She was able to connect the cause and effect. Du Lingjing didn't explain much. Seeing that she understood, she nodded.
Nian Jia quickly comforted her.
"Don't worry too much. Although swords are merciless on the battlefield, we can go to the temple and ask the abbot for a blessed peace robe."
She said it was a method she heard in Xi'an. This safety robe should be used by those who are going to the battlefield. It belonged to Lord Lu. She asked the master to consecrate it, praying for the person to be invulnerable to swords and guns and return safely.
However, it is best not to tell him about this matter. It is said that it is best not to tell it out loud because of the gods and Buddhas’ blessings. But in fact, it is also because people are afraid that the person wearing clothes will be distracted on the battlefield.
Seeing Du Lingjing looking thoughtful, she pulled her along and said, "Let's go now!"
roadside.
Jiang Fengchuan was riding by on horseback when he saw the carriage of the Yongding Marquis' Mansion.
The wind blew up the car curtains, and he saw the two people in the car, but his eyes fell on Du Lingjing through the crowd.
He didn't go forward, but just looked at her silently for a few moments until the curtain was blown down again.
Someone came forward and whispered to him that the people he had sent to investigate the villa where Lord Du stayed after his death had been blocked.
"It seems that it was Marquis Lu's people who blocked our investigation. We had found some clues and someone who knew something, but it was cut off."
If I were to continue investigating, it might be difficult.
Jiang Fengchuan pursed his lips and remained silent when he heard this. He said nothing for a while. He first returned to the mansion to arrange a few things, and then changed his clothes.
"Then I'll go there myself."
If he went there in person, he didn't believe that Lu Shenru could stop him completely.
Who would have thought that he would be stopped before his horse even left the capital.
Jiang Fengchuan looked at the man on the horse opposite.
"Commander Chong?"
The commander of Lu Shenru's personal guards, Chongping.
Chongping gave him a slight bow, but did not beat around the bush and spoke directly.
"We advise Jiang Tanhua to stay in Beijing."
It was originally blocked secretly, but now it has been made clear.
Lu Shenru really takes advantage of his power to do whatever he wants!
He sneered, "It seems that my third brother's death is indeed related to him, isn't it?"
Chongping didn't answer his question, but just looked at him coldly.
"My Lord, if you have any questions, please go to my Lord and ask him. Today, it depends on whether you want to go or not."
Ordinary people, who would ask questions in front of Lu Shenru.
But Jiang Fengchuan only said one word after hearing it.
"good!"
He turned his horse and headed towards the Yongding Marquis Mansion in Jiqingfang.
On the other side, Nian Jia and Du Lingjing each asked for a peace robe that was personally blessed by the abbot in the temple. Seeing that it was getting late, they returned to their respective homes.
Du Lingjing returned to the mansion and went to Yuanxiu Pavilion.
He first asked, "Where is the Marquis?"
The guard said that the marquis was meeting guests in the small hall of Yuanxiu Pavilion.
Du Lingjing raised his eyebrows slightly. Most of the things he talked about with others in the small hall of Yuanxiu Pavilion were important and confidential. That place was closest to the bedroom, and ordinary people could not get in.
But the guards will not stop their own wives, this is a special permission from the Marquis.
Du Lingjing went to the bedroom with the safety clothes she had just put on, but just as she passed the small hall, she vaguely saw two figures inside.
Apart from the Marquis, the other figure looked somewhat familiar.
But she didn't see clearly. She just walked into the bedroom and quietly put the new safety clothes she had asked for among his many underwear.
She put her clothes away and saw that his desk was a little messy, so she walked over to help him tidy it up.
She opened a window to let in some light.
Who would have thought that the sound in the small hall could reach her ears so closely.
She didn't hear what the man said exactly, but she recognized his voice.
"Liu Lang?!" she was surprised.
No one knew better than her how much the Marquis disliked Jiang Fengchuan.
She was so surprised that she couldn't help but listen attentively into the small hall next door.
Liu Lang didn't say anything else. It was her Lord Lu who spoke instead.
She heard his angry voice.
"I told you, your third brother's death has nothing to do with me. I don't know why Jiang Zhuxiu poisoned himself to death!"
The summer wind blew the words into the window.
At this moment, Du Lingjing heard a roar in her ears and stood still under the window in shock.
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