Chapter 82 Chapter 82 Puzzled
Du Lingjing quietly left Lu Shenru's bedroom in Yuanxiu Pavilion. Seeing the guards saluted her, she said something softly.
"Don't tell the Marquis that I came to the bedroom."
The guard agreed, and she left Yuanxiu Pavilion.
When I walked out of the door, the steaming summer wind made me feel so anxious that I didn't know where to go. The summer cicadas seemed to be calling desperately, but everything sounded empty to Du Lingjing's ears.
The words she had just heard kept echoing in her mind.
He said that he didn't know why Sanlang used poison as medicine and committed suicide, and it was definitely not him who killed him.
Liu Lang questioned, "Lord Lu really didn't know? Even if you didn't kill him, you didn't force him?"
He said no, but Liu Lang asked again, "Even if you are aboveboard and have never openly pressured my third brother, what about secretly? Or inadvertently?"
She didn't understand what Liu Lang meant for a moment until Liu Lang spoke again.
He said to the Marquis, "You, Marquis Lu, have great power and influence. You can get whatever you want in this world. Is there anything you can't get? And you want a girl you like. Even if she already has an engaged husband, you don't care at all. You can wait in front of her fiancée and wait for three or four years, five or six years, or even seven or eight years!"
His voice was so filled with suppressed pain and anger that it sounded a little sharp.
Du Lingjing felt cold in her hands, and she heard him speak through the window.
"You, Marquis Lu, built a tall building for her in the capital. You transferred the craftsmen from the Ministry of Works to build her a tall and wide library second only to the Royal Library. This building took six years to build!"
"You are at the pinnacle of power in the imperial court, second only to the emperor and above everyone else, but you have left your house empty without marrying anyone. This has caused all the civil and military officials in the court to be eyeing your position as the Marquis' wife, and every year they discuss who you, Marquis Lu, should marry;"
"Also, Lord Du was buried in a mountain torrent. Everyone was trying to bury him in the mountain villa where he had stayed. You refused to let me investigate because you must have rushed to the person in your heart the moment you heard the news... What would my brother think when he saw you galloping across the country? Isn't this oppression?"
He said angrily, "You must have met him at that time. What did he do and what did he say?!"
The Marquis' voice was very deep and low, as if it was soaked in the mountain rain of that year.
"That's between me and your brother. It has nothing to do with you."
But Liu Lang snorted coldly, "I can guess even if you don't say it. My brother is so gentle and kind, he will definitely say," his voice was hoarse and almost crying, "He will definitely say that he is destined to die sooner or later, he will say that he will give her to you sooner or later, and he will also say that he will never marry her."
When the question entered Du Lingjing's ears, her feet staggered.
Those memories of the past that have been put aside came flooding back to my mind.
She had also heard long ago that Lord Lu, the Marquis of Yongding, had spent countless amounts of money to build a building in the suburbs of the capital that was second only to the royal Wenlan Pavilion. She sighed to Sanlang, saying that Lu's building was truly enviable and she also wanted to own one, but it was good enough for them to be able to keep the building from collapsing. Lu's building had nothing to do with her.
Later, that building became his dowry to her, and she named it Guilin Building. When Sanlang heard her envy and sighs, he said nothing but smiled at her faintly...
Sanlang loved to read the imperial copies sent from the capital, and he would also inquire about the news from the capital. At one point, there was a scholar from the capital who came to Mianlou to read the books, and he happened to talk about the most powerful person in the capital.
He said of Marquis Lu, "I don't know why, but the people in the capital love to talk about Marquis Lu's marriage the most. But Marquis Lu has been idly waiting for his wife, year after year. Who is he waiting for?"
At that time, she had heard it and didn't take it seriously, but Sanlang was silent for a few breaths for unknown reasons, and slowly looked at her... ...
The year her father passed away, she rushed to the mountain and indeed stayed in a nearby villa. One night, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so she walked out of the villa with a lamp and looked at the mountains. That night, she remembered that she met a strange passerby.
The man seemed to have galloped here from far away. She thought he was just passing by. When he saw her, he dismounted and walked towards her in the falling rain. She thought he just wanted to ask for directions. She told him the way from a distance and said there was a flash flood in the mountain, asking him to leave quickly. But she never thought that he came for her.
Sanlang found the villa and called her name. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, extinguishing the lamp in her hand. She abandoned the lamp and never looked back at the "passerby". Instead, she cried and threw herself into Sanlang's arms...
Walking out of Yuanxiu Pavilion, she felt as if she was walking in the suffocating hot summer wind. Liu Lang's questioning words and the old memories that were gradually surging up in her mind kept rising and falling.
She thought she might know who Lu Weishi was...
Tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She wiped them away silently. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice, "Guard brother, is our Jiang family's Sixth Master in the Marquis' Mansion? I am an old servant of the Jiang family. Can you ask our Sixth Master to come out, or let me in?"
Du Lingjing looked over and saw Uncle Hui's anxious and panicked face.
Uncle Hui also looked over at this time.
"lady?"
She invited Uncle Hui into the yard, but when Uncle Hui saw her, he began to hesitate.
But Du Lingjing already knew everything, especially that Sanlang committed suicide.
She asked in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Hui, why did Sanlang...take poison as medicine and commit suicide?"
Uncle Hui was stunned when he heard this. "How did Madam know all this? Third Master doesn't want Madam to know about this anymore."
Not wanting her to know, Du Lingjing wiped away another tear from the corner of her eye, "So why is that?"
But Uncle Hui shook his head.
He said that the Third Master just said that he didn't want to live anymore. As for the reason, "I don't know. The Third Master never said it."
Even Uncle Hui didn’t know, and Du Lingjing felt a slight pain in her heart.
She believed that the Marquis had never forced Sanlang, but when Sanlang knew Weishi's feelings, did he commit suicide quietly in order to avoid marrying her and let her marry the Marquis as soon as possible?
Unanswered questions cut people like a blunt knife.
Du Lingjing didn't get an answer, but she faintly heard some footsteps.
She immediately calmed down her confused mind and called Uncle Hui, "Uncle Hui, please don't tell anyone. I already know that Sanlang committed suicide."
The Marquis' Mansion is currently preparing for the Marquis to leave the capital. He took the two swords and he will go to the battlefield... No matter what the reason was for Sanlang's suicide, she didn't want to affect his ability to defend his country and kill the enemy.
Before Uncle Hui responded to her words, Jiang Fengchuan's robe appeared in his sight.
He caught sight of Du Lingjing and his steps slowed down slightly.
Lu Shenru also saw her from the other side.
Both of them came forward.
When the Marquis saw her standing next to Uncle Hui, his heart skipped a beat.
"Quanquan..." He called her in a low voice with a little hesitation.
Du Lingjing paused for a moment, then immediately responded.
"My Lord."
Jiang Fengchuan didn't say anything at this time.
But Lord Lu couldn't help but look at him silently from the corner of his eye. He didn't know whether Jiang Liu would blurt out everything at this moment.
Uncle Hui and Du Lingjing also looked at Liu Lang. The former was at a loss in the chaos, while Du Lingjing was extremely silent.
For a moment, Jiang Fengchuan really wanted to say everything without caring about anything, but he saw two light yellow ribbons in her hair, and the wind blew her ribbons softly around her slender shoulders. At this moment, it was just like the third brother had once woven her hairband into the wind in his notebook.
He spoke.
But he didn't look at her, he just glanced coldly at Lu Hou.
"In short, I don't need Marquis Lu to teach me how to act. You go and support your Prince Hui, and I, Jiang Fengchuan, will only support His Royal Highness Prince Yong to rule the East Palace! Marquis Lu and I will meet in the court!"
After he finished speaking, he called Uncle Hui, took one last look at Du Lingjing, nodded to her, and left the Yongding Marquis Mansion.
It seemed that the reason he came to the Marquis' Mansion this time was just because of the issue of standing on the sides between the two kings.
He didn't talk about the past, and made up an excuse that sounded true and not false. Lu Shenru was unexpectedly silent.
He looked at his wife again and saw that she had turned her gaze away from Jiang Fengchuan. He didn't know what her current situation was and asked.
"Madam, did you just come back from the temple? Didn't you have a vegetarian meal with the princess in the temple?"
Originally, she was going to use it, and she was afraid that she would not be back until later, but Nian Jia's mother, Princess Yu, had something to do with Nian Jia, and she was also afraid that the Marquis would leave Beijing early, so they dispersed early.
She nodded to him, acknowledging that she had just returned.
He didn't ask any more questions, but glanced at the sky and said softly, "Since you've come home with an empty stomach, I'll come and have dinner with my wife."
After dinner, he was about to leave.
Du Lingjing nodded.
The two of them returned to the main courtyard. He ordered the stove to put the meal on the table in advance. Qiulin made some tea and came forward. Du Lingjing took the tea and wanted to bring it to him, but somehow, his hand trembled slightly and the hot tea spilled over him.
She hurriedly tried to withdraw her hand, fearing that the hot tea would spill on his right arm, which was injured and he was not able to react quickly.
He didn't expect that she would just take the tea in front of her, and the hot tea would fall on her. He suddenly stretched out his right hand and knocked the tea that was not stable in her hand aside.
With a snap, the tea bowl shattered on the ground in the distance.
Du Lingjing was stunned, but she still saw that both of them had some tea on them.
There was tea on his body and he even moved his right arm, so she asked anxiously.
"Are you okay?"
She was still concerned about whether he was okay.
Lu Shenru just looked at her, "No one pours hot tea on themselves."
He stared at her. Did Uncle Hui really not say anything to her just now?
He felt vaguely uneasy. Although he tried his best not to let her know that Jiang Zhuxiu had committed suicide, things seemed to be moving in a direction he didn't want, and gradually became out of control.
If she knew, what would she think?
He stared at her, as if trying to see what she was thinking.
Du Lingjing couldn't respond to him for a moment, but Qiulin heard the sound and hurried in. Seeing the tea bowl broken, he thought that the Marquis and his wife had quarreled, but when he looked at the two of them, he saw that they did not seem to be quarreling.
The lady was a little stunned. The Marquis glanced at her and called her again, "Clean it up."
Qiulin quickly picked up the broken porcelain pieces and left, while Ai Ye got clean clothes for each of them.
"My Lord, Madam, please change your clothes."
Two maids, Yingbi and Xiangyi, came forward to help them change their clothes.
The room was silent, with only the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.
Lu Shenru couldn't help but think of how after he was injured, his wife always wanted to help him dress and undress, but he wouldn't let her do it and only let the servants and guards do it. She was unhappy and looked at him with pursed lips, wondering why he was like that.
In fact, the reason is very simple. He married her and never asked her to serve him. How could he let her do these things?
Lu Shenru couldn't help but look at the lady who was also changing clothes beside him. She had her head half lowered, wondering what she was thinking about.
His soft white ears were revealed under his tied-up black hair, and he couldn't help but think of the night he was injured.
Doctor Wang told her that the arrow that shot him was poisonous, and she was frightened when she heard it.
She was so scared that her eyes turned red, and that night, she suddenly threw herself on him.
That was the first time she took the initiative to hug him, throw herself into his arms, lean on him, hug his neck, and bury her little face in his chest.
She threw herself into his arms, sobbing until her tears wet his shirt. He held her in his arms, but he was stunned at that moment, not knowing what to do.
He could hardly imagine that there would come a day when she would take the initiative to hug him.
I really can’t imagine it.
For several days, I felt like I was in a dream.
It was raining in the Shuseki Pavilion. She sat quietly opposite the stone table and looked at him. The bright light from the lamp hit his face. She looked at him for a long time, until he asked, "What are you looking at me, madam?"
A hint of embarrassment suddenly appeared on her face, and her soft white ears turned red, like a rosy glow floating on her face. She was actually a little afraid to continue looking at him.
But she still spoke in a very soft voice.
"My husband is so handsome. There is probably no other man in the world who can compare to him."
Her eyes, filled with shame, fell on his brows.
He was stunned for an unknown amount of time.
Those days were really like a fantasy, and now, he inexplicably felt that the fantasy was about to be burst.
Once she also thought like Jiang Fengchuan that Jiang Zhuxiu’s death, even if it was not caused by him, was closely related to him.
She would still throw herself into his arms like she did in those days, calling him "husband" softly, and saying that there was no man more handsome than him in the world... ...
Will she still do it?
Will she still smile at him?
Change the clothes that were soaked by tea and put on new clothes.
Lu Shenru withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes lightly. He did not notice that his wife also looked at him quietly.
Du Lingjing's ears were still filled with the words that Liu Lang had said. He said that the Guilin Tower, which had been under construction for six years, was a library he had built for her when he came to the capital, and that his position as the Marquis's Consort, which had been vacant for a long time and had been much discussed, was also kept for her year after year.
He waited for her for a long time.
She couldn't help but think of the wedding dress she wore when she got married to him, which was a perfect fit, the study room in Guilin Tower that looked like the Mian Tower in Qingzhou, how he put aside his complicated official duties to take her on horseback, and how he withstood the pressure from the Yang family to rescue her from Fu Chenqi, and also... ...
She couldn't tell how much he had done for her and everything he had given her, and she couldn't tell how long he had been preparing for it.
But she knew who he was.
If we count back from this summer, he was the young man who hid in Mian Building to recuperate nine years ago!
The body shape is different and the voice is completely different.
He is Mr. Shi.
No, it’s not Shi, it should be Shi, Lu Weishi!
It has been too long, too long, and since "Master Shi" promised her nine years ago that he would leave Mianlou and never see her again in this life, there has been no news from him.
She had forgotten him long ago.
But now, he was standing next to her, with an injury on his arm from blocking a fatal arrow for her.
Du Lingjing's eyes trembled, and she looked at his profile silently, breath after breath.
He seemed to sense something and turned around to look back.
But at this time, Chongping quickly walked out the door.
"My Lord, Prince Wei is here and said that there are some problems at the moment. I'm afraid you have to leave immediately."
He is leaving Beijing, going to the northwest, and going to the battlefield.
Du Lingjing came back to her senses.
The man was also slightly startled, "Now?"
Chongping Dao is.
The man was silent for a moment, then turned to look at his wife, "I can't have dinner with you..."
Eating was just a trivial matter. Seeing that he was dressed, she walked up to him, took the belt from Yingbi's hand, and tied it around his waist.
He lowered his head to look at her, and the maids all retreated.
The man reached out and embraced his wife in front of him.
He lowered his nose to touch the long, fine black hair on top of her head.
His chest was burning hot, and even through the clothes he had just put on, Du Lingjing could feel the heat radiating from his heart.
Mr. Shi, Lu Weishi.
Her heart was racing, but he had already released her.
"I have to go. Quanquan will be waiting for me at home."
He took a step forward and looked at her, then looked at her again when he reached the door. Then he smiled at her, lifted the curtain and strode away.
Du Lingjing followed him out the door.
His voice soon disappeared from the outside room.
She stood silently in the corridor.
Everything she heard today rose and fell in her heart.
Weishi, Sanlang...
She thought she needed an answer.
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