Married Thrice to Salted Fish

Lin Qingyu refused so decisively, and then took out Nan'anhou to talk about the matter. Pan was very respectful and scared of the son of the savior. He didn't dare to say anything, so he quickly exposed the matter and talked about the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Lin Qingyu was a little absent-minded. It was his negligence, and he didn't expect this layer. Lu Qiaosong lost the ability to pass on from generation to generation, and Nan'anhou would naturally put his mind on Lu Wancheng. Although Lu Wancheng had been ill, it was not completely impossible to force it.

At night, Lu Wancheng returned to the room after bathing, and found that Lin Qingyu looked at him with unpredictable eyes, and suddenly had a bad premonition: "What's wrong?"

Lin Qingyu asked: "How are you doing."

Lu Wancheng smiled and said, "You check my pulse every day. You should know better than me how I am."

"I'm not asking about your condition." Lin Qingyu looked down, landed somewhere, and raised his jaw, "It... will it still get up."

Speaking of this, Lu Wancheng was a little melancholy, and complained in his eyes: "I have been drinking your medicine, so you are ashamed to ask me."

The side effects of the medicine are temporary, and he can recover after stopping the medicine for a few days or Lin Qingyu giving him two injections. In other words, whether he can do it or not depends on Lin Qingyu letting him do it.

At first, he felt that he had been insulted, but then he actually accepted it. Just as Lin Qingyu said, he doesn't need it anyway, and it won't work if it doesn't work. Struggling is also tiring.

Lin Qingyu nodded: "Then come to me when you want to use it, and I will give you the needle to get you up."

Lu Wancheng was surprised: "Why would I use it?"

Lin Qingyu spit out a few words coldly: "Passing on from generation to generation, continuing the incense."

Lu Wancheng is a smart man, he should be able to understand this. Sure enough, Lu Wancheng smiled clearly: "So that's it, we Qingyu have been talked."

Lin Qingyu didn't have the patience to round the corner with him, and asked, "Do you want to take a concubine?"

Lu Wancheng looked at Lin Qingyu's serious appearance, and he swallowed the words "Of course I don't want to" until his mouth was viciously swallowed, pretending to be entangled: "I think, but I don't fully think."

Lin Qingyu raised her eyebrows slightly: "Speaking of people."

"Actually, I have lived for almost 20 years, and I haven't even held a girl's hand. Before I die, it would be nice if I could feel the warm fragrance of the nephrite jade embraced?"

Heh, a few days ago, I was still praising that there was no one in his room. The future is promising. Today I think about the gentle fragrance of nephrite.

damn thing.

Lin Qingyu was about to sneer, and she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the upward arc of the opponent's mouth, and sneered in her heart. Lu Wancheng was obviously deliberate, and he lost if he was serious.

Lin Qingyu asked calmly: "Then what kind of woman do you like. Tell me so I can take your hand."

Lu Wancheng thought about it seriously, and the answer was rather superficial: "A beautiful-looking man with a good temper will not treat me fiercely."

"I see," Lin Qingyu said, "I will pick one for you tomorrow, and go to sleep."

Lu Wancheng was a little dazed: "Is this going to sleep?"

"Otherwise? What else do you want to say?"

Lu Wancheng endured and endured it, but still couldn't hold it back, and asked through the screen: "Qingyu, don't you really want to help me take a concubine? In general, I am your husband."

Lin Qingyu joked: "Husband? Where did I come from. I only have a brother with a different surname. I am helping myself to find a sister-in-law. Your children will call me "Uncle Lin" in the future."

Lu Wancheng couldn't help but beat his chest and feet: "Can you stop mentioning the thing about the handle?"

"Why don't you mention it?" Lin Qingyu sneered, "Who was crying at the time to make a righteous relationship with me and call me brothers and sisters."

Lu Wancheng suffocated for a while: "Then I regret it. Anyway, we didn't have blood at the time, so it's not alright."

"No, you will be your brother for one day, and you will be your brother for life."

"According to you, a couple can pay a hundred nights a night."

"Indeed," Lin Qingyu broke through ruthlessly, "but you didn't visit me at that time."

Lu Wancheng was so speechless that he was holding his pillow and gritted his teeth: "Why the **** didn't I come a day earlier..."

After that, Lu Wancheng went to find Nan'anhou himself. The two of them were locked in the study room and didn't know what they said. In short, Nan'an Hou stayed in the ancestral hall all night, and there was a lot of gray hair. That's how Lu Wancheng's concubine was accepted.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and there is not much left in the summer heat. The sweet-scented osmanthus in the courtyard was first released, and the summer clothes were thin but too lazy to add clothes, as if this would save the midsummer for a while.

Spring is born and autumn is killed. Since ancient times, every autumn is sad and lonely. Lin Qingyu's mood has also been affected by the season. For several days, he has been depressed. No matter who is cold, he shut himself in the study all day and gave him flower dew The food remained intact after half a day.

Lin Qingyu also hated such a depressed himself, he didn't know that being depressed was useless. It's a pity that he still can't move his emotions freely.

He was staring at the book in a daze, the door creaked, and Lu Wancheng walked into the study with a plate of snacks and smiled: "Qingyu, see what good things I brought you."

Lin Qingyu said, "Thank you, just let it go."

Lu Wancheng was dissatisfied: "It's so perfunctory, you didn't even watch it."

Lin Qingyu glanced at it. It was a newly made sweet-scented osmanthus cake. He thought it was made from the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard. "I see, get out."

Lu Wancheng stood still. Lin Qingyu knew he was looking at himself, but he really didn't bother to respond. He tried to continue reading, but someone's presence was so strong that he couldn't concentrate. He closed his eyes, raised his eyes and said, "What else do you have?"

Lu Wancheng said softly: "Qingyu, you are angry."

Completely affirm the tone of the statement.

Lin Qingyu said calmly: "I don't have one." It's not duplicity. He is indeed not angry now, just doesn't want to talk.

"Is it because I slept too much and you are angry?" Lu Wancheng probed his head around Lin Qingyu, "Then I won't sleep, OK."

Lin Qingyu chuckled, "You? Impossible."

Lu Wancheng is also very self-aware: "It seems unlikely. Then how can you be happy?" Lu Wancheng sat down next to him, resting his chin on the desk and looking at him, "Or, I'll rub your belly. Muscles? Oh no, I don't have abdominal muscles now... Then I'll touch your head for you?" As he said, he moved his head over.

Lin Qingyu blocked her eyes with one hand, and pushed Lu Wancheng away with the other, "Let me stay alone, okay?"

Cheng Lu Wancheng reluctantly said, "Well, then you remember to eat something."

As soon as Lu Wancheng walked out of the study, Huantong immediately greeted him: "How about Master Xiaohou?"

Lu Wancheng shook his head.

Huantong was a little anxious: "What's the matter with Young Master? He hasn't eaten anything all day."

Lu Wancheng thought for a while and said, "It shouldn't be my problem, otherwise he must have just let me go. By the way, when did the Supreme Medical Department's exam list come?"

Huantong suddenly realized: "It's today!"

"Sure enough," Lu Wancheng looked back at the thin silhouette on the window, "this is difficult, it must be difficult to coax it."

Huan Tong Ye was worried: "What should I do then."

"What can I do if I can't coax," Lu Wancheng said lazily, "go back to sleep."

Huantong was disappointed: "How could Master Xiaohou be like this? You are too eager to retreat."

Lu Wancheng nodded Huantong's head: "Trust me, your young master just wants to be alone now, so we don't bother him. Moreover, I believe he can adjust it by himself."

Lin Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the footsteps of the two going away.

What annoyed things in the past, Lin Qingyu can always calm down as long as he is accompanied by medical books. But now, he tried to stare at every word in the book, but he couldn't get it in. He was impatient and restless, and he didn't know where he fell.

Lin Qingyu left the Blue Wind Pavilion alone, walking aimlessly in the mansion. There are many deciduous leaves in the palm garden, and I know it is already autumn. When he first arrived in Houfu, the sky was still snowing, and the house was burning with charcoal basins. But in the blink of an eye, more than half a year passed.

Nan'an Hou is often not in the residence, Liang's Lu Qiaosong recuperates behind closed doors, and Lu Niantao is tired of running around in front of the two sickbeds and rarely shows up. Unconsciously, he became the real master of the Hou Mansion. The servants were both respectful and scared when they saw him. No one seemed to remember his humble humiliation when he married into the Hou Mansion Chongxi as a man.

Lin Qingyu looked up at the square vermilion high wall, as if he could still hear the hawks from outside. At the gate of the Imperial Medical Office, four streets away from Houfu, I don't know what a lively scene is. Whether his former classmates, those who are inferior to him, and those who are jealous of him, are all standing at the top of the list, looking for their name in anticipation and fear.

If he hadn't been sympathetic to Lu Wancheng, and hadn't had to spend more than half a year for Lu Wancheng, where would he be at this moment?

As the autumn wind blows, Lin Qingyu spreads out his hand, letting the sweet-scented osmanthus fall into his palm, making a wish——

He is willing to fast for seven days, in exchange for the people he hates to fall off the list.

That's right, he is such a small person, he just can't see that the people he hates live better than him.

Lin Qingyu imagined Tan Qizhi's expression after losing the ranking, and felt a little better. There was a rush of footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Huantong running out of breath: "Master of joy!"

"How can I be happy."

"Tan and Tan Qizhi failed the list!"

Lin Qingyu was taken aback.

Huan Tong said excitedly: "In addition to Tan Qizhi, there is also the Prince who said you look like a woman, and Young Master Liang who slandered you for cheating in the quiz... Master, those few people you can't understand have not passed the exam! Isn't this a great joy? ?"

Lin Qingyu reacted: "Did you go to the Imperial Medical Office?"

"Yes, I went to see the imperial medical office to release the list."

"Who let you go?" Lin Qingyu finished asking, with an answer in his heart.

"It's Master Xiaohou," Huantong said, "He said that Master should like to listen to this."

Lin Qingyu's mood was uncomplicated. Why does Lu Wancheng even know his secret and vicious thoughts? Who is he!

Lin Qingyu threw down the sweet-scented osmanthus in his hand: "Go back."

Returning to the Blue Wind Pavilion, Lin Qingyu subconsciously looked for Lu Wancheng's figure. People didn't see it, but heard a whistle that was as crisp as an ying.

Following the reputation, I saw Lu Wancheng leaning on the porch with his back leaning on the fence, his posture as always lazy and casual. After meeting his gaze, Lu Wancheng put down the whistling hand on his lips, with an upward smile in the end: "Come back, come and eat."

The young man leaning against the fence at the corridor, smiled and looked at Fan Chen without worry.

Lin Qingyu thought to himself, he gave up the three-year exam in exchange for half a year of life for the person in front of him, and he would be at a loss no matter how he thought about it.

Fortunately, Lu Wancheng's whistle was good, and it seemed...not completely at a loss.

Lin Qingyu smiled, with a faint smile: "Okay."

The author has something to say: two more at night~

①From Tao Yuanming's "Remuneration to Liu Chaisang"