Reinvigorate Fugang

It is really strange that Mr. Zhao has been getting better and better recently, and he is bedridden.The reason was surprising. According to the imperial physician, Mr. Zhao had diarrhea from eating something unclean, which resulted in his weakness. However, Mr. Ling, who was eating with him, had nothing wrong with him. After repeated examinations by the imperial physician, he finally concluded that The conclusion is that Mr. Zhao has a weak stomach and needs to have a good life.

Because of Zhao Huaijin's illness, the team returning to Beijing was forced to slow down and planned to stay in the inn for two more days. Once Zhao Huaijin fell ill, Ling Shengping was naturally accompanying Xie Muqing.

It is said that Ling Shengping, who is not very old, inherited the Ling family's family business at the age of twenty. It only took five years to travel all over the country, and the Ling family jumped from an ordinary merchant to a Northwest business. One of the three richest men in the region.But he is an ambitious and smart man, he knows that even if he has a lot of money, he still has power.So, young and energetic, he went to the capital a few years ago to meet Master Liu Quanliu, who was still in power at the time.

Naturally, Liu Quan had also heard of this young man, and his knowledge of him was limited to earning money, but money was also important, so Lord Liu entertained him very well.During the conversation between the two, Master Liu gradually put away his prejudice against this so-called nouveau riche. This young man is not only accomplished in economics, but also has his own unique insights in different fields. Liu Xiang even said: If this person is an official, he will be listed with me.What a great compliment this is!

The other two people in Northwest City also followed suit, but they didn't know that in Liu Xiang's eyes, they were just a mobile bank, and Ling Shengping was the one he wanted to cultivate.

Ling Shengping had actually seen Xie Muqing a long time ago, but he watched it secretly. He went to Beijing to look for Liu Quan at the age of 25, and by the way, he spent the New Year in Beijing. That was the first time he saw Xie Muqing. Xie Muqing was 13 years old, but he left a deep impression in Ling Shengping's heart: the pink and jade-carved little round face, the warm smile like a little Bodhisattva, although a little short of stature, but still very cute.

With just one glance, Ling Shengping lost his heart.His heart was completely given to that cute smiling child.

It can almost be said that he stole food, was discovered, and Xie Muqing would save his life, all of which were within his calculations. This person's scheming is deep enough to be seen.

Xie Muqing was totally unaware of Ling Shengping's feelings for him, and he foolishly regarded him as a guest of honor, serving him with delicious food and drinks, no, now Ling Shengping said, "It's too boring to stay in the inn all the time, it's better to go out for a stroll." The excuse of "shopping" pulled out of the inn and wandered in the busy market.

All the bazaars are similar, the bazaar here is no different from the one in the capital, and there are not many things. After walking for a while, we arrived at the famous Town God's Temple.It was not the Town God's Temple that attracted Xie Muqing, but the jugglers in front of the temple.The one with the boulder in the chest, the one on stilts, and the one on the arhat all caught Xie Muqing's attention within a few minutes, making him ignore the strangeness that flashed in Ling Shengping's eyes.

Xie Muqing watched with great interest the big man performing the boulder-crushing performance. A bluestone slab half his height was pressed on his body, and the other man was waving a sledgehammer with an exaggerated expression that made people laugh.Xie Muqing stared at the hammer intently, for fear of missing certain details, suddenly, he exclaimed, it turned out that the man smashed the hammer on the bluestone slab, Xie Muqing looked at the big man under the slate, the man sat up, Shaking the fat on his body, he patted his chest, indicating that he was still fine, and everyone around him cheered.

The next step is naturally the old drama of "the rich give money, and the poor give personal money". Xie Muqing was in high spirits, and also took out a few taels of silver, and the beggar handed it to When approaching him, he unsuspectingly stretched out his hand holding the money. Before it was too late, the man suddenly pulled out a sharp knife from under the tray, and stabbed Xie Muqing straight, "Go to hell!" He screamed sharply.

Xie Muqing couldn't dodge in time, so he could only stare blankly at the knife quickly flashing in front of him.

"Be careful!" Ling Shengping's heroic savior blocked the knife for Xie Muqing, "Come here, escort! Your Highness, go!"

Xie Muqing looked at the pale face lying on him in a daze, for some reason, the last scene on the cliff in his previous life clearly appeared in front of him, the helpless self, Zhao Huaijin who had lost too much blood. . . . . .

He suddenly shouted frantically, "Prince doctor, doctor, where is the doctor!"

He is afraid, he is afraid of death, he is afraid that others will die because of him, and he is even more afraid that the person who died because of him will gradually lose his breath in front of him. This is a hurdle in his heart, an insurmountable gap.

Ling Shengping, who was buried in his neck, slowly curled into a smile. Although he didn't know why Xie Muqing became so excited, this move was quite correct. At least he already had a place in his heart. As for that Zhao Huaijin, where others can't see, Ling Shengping's eyes are full of evil, even if he likes you, I, Ling Shengping, will eradicate you from his heart bit by bit!

Xie Muqing didn't care about the follow-up matters, he hurriedly took Ling Shengping back to the inn, "Xiao Er, quickly boil the water, imperial doctor, get out!"

Zhao Huaijin was reading on the bed, and frowned upon hearing these movements, what happened, he asked the servant to help him up, walked out of the room, just in time to meet Xie Muqing and his group walking up, "Ah Qing, what happened? "

Xie Muqing hurried past, only giving him a anxious back.

Zhao Huaijin was a little embarrassed. This was the first time he encountered such a scene. He used to talk to Xie Muqing, and the other party never failed to respond to him, and most of the time he ignored him, but he would still chatter endlessly. .Now, I have tasted this kind of taste, and it is really uncomfortable, Zhao Huaijin smiled bitterly, this must be retribution.

Coincidentally, An Qi came along with the imperial physician, and he asked again. An Qi briefly explained the process of the matter, and left in a hurry, leaving Zhao Huaijin standing there alone, frowning. For some reason, he I always feel that something is wrong, I don't know this incident, and this pile of things, there has always been something wrong, why he suddenly fell ill with diarrhea when he was always in good health, and why he was assassinated so coincidentally when he was sick.And the assassin, why is he the only one without accomplices, and according to what An Qi said, that person should not have any martial arts background, why would such a person come to assassinate.Zhao Huaijin's eyes darkened.

He walked back to the room, picked up a pen and wrote down the doubts in his heart on the paper, and sent the letter to Emperor Sheng De.Ling Shengping is a suspicious person, even if his background is found to be innocent now.But now I don't know his purpose, so I can only take one step at a time.

In the next room, Xie Muqing anxiously paced back and forth in the room. The imperial doctor was treating Ling Shengping's wound. Because of the short distance, the wound below the shoulder blade was almost exposed. Otherwise, he would have suffered the pain.

Time passed unconsciously, and after a long time, the imperial physician stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "How is he?" Xie Muqing asked anxiously.

"Mr. Ling's injury is quite serious, but fortunately he didn't hurt his shoulder, otherwise he won't have much strength to lift things in the future. Wait for the old minister to prescribe a few medicines for the wound so that he can take care of himself. Please rest assured, Your Highness." The imperial physician replied and left. Went to the table to write a prescription for Ling Shengping.

Xie Muqing looked at Ling Shengping lying on the bed, and heaved a sigh of relief, it's okay. . . . . .Fortunately not. . . . . .He suddenly thought of Zhao Huaijin. He ignored him just now. Could Ayu be angry? Xie Muqing raised his heart just after he relaxed, and hurried to the next room. Not closed.

Zhao Huaijin heard the movement behind her, looked at the sky, and thought that the servant brought up the medicine. Thinking of those bitter medicines, Zhao Huaijin frowned slightly, "Put it on the table, I'll drink it later." Zhao Huaijin said Seeing that no one answered, he turned around vigilantly, only to find that it was Xie Muqing.

"Ah Qing?" He asked suspiciously, "Why are you here? How is Mr. Ling?"

Xie Muqing secretly scolded himself for thinking too much, how could Ayu be angry, thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little lost, it must be that he doesn't care about himself, otherwise how could he be. . . . . .But he still had his usual gentle smile on the surface, "The imperial doctor said he's fine. Ayu, why don't you care about me? If it weren't for Mr. Ling, I wouldn't be able to see you today." He Said coquettishly.

"Yeah, if it wasn't for him..." Zhao Huaijin murmured to herself, not letting Xie Muqing hear what he said. Given Xie Muqing's trust in Ling Shengping, she might as well stop talking.Zhao Huaijin thought about it, but didn't know that this laid a fuse for their future quarrel.

"Ah Qing, why are you still standing by the window? You're not well yet, so you better stop blowing it." Seeing Zhao Huaijin still leaning against the window, Xie Muqing blamed him.Go over and close the window for him.

"It's okay, I've been lying on the bed for a long time, it's time to breathe fresh air." Zhao Huaijin blocked his hand, "Besides, the scenery outside the window is beautiful, isn't it?" Although he smiled, he was slightly alienated.

Xie Muqing didn't know why, but he clearly felt that Zhao Huaijin's attitude had changed from usual. He withdrew his hand awkwardly, not knowing what to say, and the room fell into unbearable silence.

"Ayu, I'm going to see Mr. Ling, you have a good rest, we will return to Beijing in a few days." Xie Muqing couldn't bear such a depressing atmosphere, and fled in despair.

"I hope he is good, otherwise..." Zhao Huaijin looked at the wall, behind which was Ling Shengping's room, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

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Ling Shengping: Your Highness, I saved your life. . . . . .

Xie Muqing: What do you want?

Ling Shengping: I want it. . . . . .

Zhao Huaijin: Your Majesty rewarded Mr. Ling with a thousand taels of gold.

Xie Muqing: Father has already rewarded you, sir, are you still not satisfied? !

Ling Shengping: . . . . . .

The author has gone through a painful mid-term exam, and his math grades are terrible. Mathematics abused me thousands of times. I treat mathematics like my first love, but the author's first love is so terrible! ! !

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