Married Thrice to Salted Fish

While waiting for Lin Qingyu to come, Jiang Xing kept writing.He wrote a lot, and wanted to show Lin Qingyu every one of them.He was too anxious, so anxious that he was in a hurry, and accidentally lost his hand, and a small half of the rice paper slipped from his hand.

The bitter cold wind suddenly blew open the window, blowing the rice paper flying all over the sky.When the wind was blowing, Lin Qingyu looked up at them slowly flying down. In a trance, he seemed to see a few familiar figures, and he could vaguely hear someone talking to him.

It was Lu Wancheng's figure, and it was Gu Fuzhou's voice.When the wind stopped, these two people disappeared, leaving only the boy in front of him in his world.

It's Jiang Xing.

It's really him.

Lu Wancheng is dead, Gu Fuzhou is also dead, but Jiang Xing is still alive.

When Jiang Xing saw Lin Qingyu smiling, tears finally fell from his red eyes.He laughed and cried like this, and kept laughing with tears flowing, like crazy, love and hatred intertwined.

However, Lin Qingyu was still so good-looking.Even if the beauty is crazy, it is enough to make people feel soul-stirring at a glance.

But he didn't want to appreciate Lin Qingyu's beauty when he was insane.He likes to watch Lin Qingyu poison, likes to watch Lin Qingyu do bad things, and even more likes to see Lin Qingyu's expression under him.But what he likes most is always Lin Qingyu's happy appearance.

Jiang Xing remembered that he wrote a lot of words to comfort Lin Qingyu.He flipped through a few pages at random, but he couldn't find it, so he didn't look for it at all.

What else to turn over at this time.

Jiang Xing threw the remaining paper on the table, came to Lin Qingyu, and called his name again: "Qing, Yu."

As soon as he approached, Lin Qingyu lost strength in his legs and knelt down.

Jiang Xing instinctively hugged him, and blurted out: "Qing Yu!"

Lin Qingyu's body couldn't hold back the mixed emotions of grief and joy, and he was on the verge of collapse. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in Jiang Xing's arms.

Jiang Xing's face turned pale, and he tried to call someone out, but the time he practiced vocalization was too short, he only practiced the word "Qing Yu", and now he couldn't say anything else at all.Jiang Xing carried Lin Qingyu to bed, and smashed a willow leaf bottle.

Xu Junyuan, who was guarding the door for the young couple, immediately walked in when he heard the movement.He saw Lin Qingyu lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and before Jiang Xing could write, he said, "I'll go to the imperial physician."

When the imperial doctor came, the queen mother was also alarmed.She thought something happened to the emperor, but Lin Qingyu fainted in the emperor's bedroom.She saw that her son gave up the dragon bed to Lin Qingyu, and kept guarding beside the bed every step of the way, and she couldn't help feeling a little strange in her heart.

That is the Dragon Bed, let alone the identity of Lin Qingyu's courtier, Lin Qingyu is Gu Fuzhou's wife after all.So... it seems wrong.

The queen mother said softly: "The emperor does not like Qing Yu in general."

Mother Xiujiao said: "Lord Lin is good-looking and treats the emperor like a younger brother, the emperor will naturally like him."

If it's really just like brothers, it's fine.only……

Xu Junyuan interrupted the Empress Dowager's thoughts: "Doctor Chu, how is Mr. Lin?"

"Master Lin is fine for the time being. It's just that he has internal deficiency and heat, and his pulse condition is fast and weak, which is a sign of attack." Chu Zhengde said, "Mr. Lin, what kind of great joy and sorrow have you experienced one after another?"

Xu Junyuan said leisurely: "I don't know about that."

Far more than great joy and great sorrow.

Jiang Xing once again realized what he had brought to Lin Qingyu.Not only Lin Qingyu, but he also experienced great joy and great sorrow in just an hour. Although he almost couldn't hold on, he at least retained a trace of sobriety.

But Lin Qingyu couldn't bear it.The one left behind may be the most painful.

Putting yourself in his shoes, if he received Lin Qingyu's bad news and the good news of his resurrection in one day, he would probably go crazy even if he didn't die.

Therefore, his baby is really powerful and strong.

At least much better than him.

Chu Zhengde said: "My minister prescribed some tranquilizing medicine for Master Lin. When Master Lin wakes up, he must rest for a while, and he must not be overly happy or worried."

The Queen Mother frowned involuntarily.The emperor had just ascended the throne, and he was still waiting for Lin Qingyu to stabilize the previous dynasty and preside over the overall situation.Lin Qingyu was ill at the wrong time, so she could only take more care. "Laifu, clean up the side hall of the Xingqing Palace and let Mr. Lin stay temporarily. When he wakes up, send him back to the General's Mansion."

Jiang Xing, who was sitting by the bed, stretched out his hand and silently pulled the quilt covering Lin Qingyu's body.

The queen mother saw his little action and asked, "The emperor doesn't want Master Lin to leave?"

Jiang Xing nodded.

The first time the Queen Mother received her son's response, she was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly said: "Did you see it? Your Majesty... Your Majesty is talking to Aijia!"

Nurse Xiujiao nodded with tears in her eyes: "Go back to the queen mother, the slaves are watching. The emperor is really getting better."

Xu Junyuan smiled and said: "Since the emperor likes to stay with Mr. Lin, the queen mother might as well let Mr. Lin accompany the emperor, maybe the emperor will recover sooner."

The queen mother almost cried with joy: "Okay, okay, let Master Lin stay in Xingqing Palace temporarily."

She didn't know that this was against the rules, and if those officials knew about it, there would be troubles.But who made her Li'er mentally incompetent and ignorant of personnel and affairs, she would only respond to Lin Qingyu.As long as Li'er's soul-loss disease can be cured, and she can call her "Queen Mother", she has nothing to ask for.

Lin Qingyu fell into a coma and slept for a whole day.There are many courtiers waiting on him, so Jiang Xing can't do much.After finally waiting for the person to leave, Jiang Xing touched his little hands and face, feeling a little dissatisfied, so he hugged Lin Qingyu through the quilt.After hugging for a while, he was not satisfied again.

Lin Qingyu seemed very cold, and frowned in his sleep.

When Nanny Xiujiao came in with the medicine, what she saw was Jiang Xing throwing off the brocade quilt and about to go to bed.

Mother Xiujiao patiently explained to him: "Your Majesty, this servant knows that you may not understand it now. But Master Lin has a husband, and his husband is General Gu, who is fighting in the northwest. Can you fight with him?" Hold my little hand, but you must not sleep with him."

Jiang Xing: ... Heh.

When Lin Qingyu woke up, he opened his eyes for a while before he could see the person next to the bed clearly.The young man in a tunic dragon robe and a jade crown saw him wake up, heaved a sigh of relief, and called, "Qing Yu."

After Jiang Xing practiced for a day, he was finally able to say Lin Qingyu's name fluently, and he could only rely on writing.

【you're awake. 】

Is it Xiao Li?No, it is...

Gradually, reason and memory came back, Lin Qingyu sat up suddenly, and grabbed the boy like a drowning man grabbing driftwood: "...Jiang Xing."

His voice was so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound.

Jiang Xing let him hold on tightly, and mouthed: It's me, baby.

Lin Qingyu grasped tighter and tighter with his ten fingers, and his eyes were sore, as if he had thought of something extremely terrible. "I thought..." His lips moved slightly, "I thought you were dead."

Jiang Xing lowered his eyes, spread out his palm, and wrote one stroke at a time: [I'm sorry. 】

He just finished writing when Lin Qingyu's tears fell. "You still lied to me... Lied to me that it was just a dream. You know that only when your soul is in a dream, I can see your real appearance. You clearly know..."

he knows.But he went anyway.

He just wanted to see Lin Qingyu again before leaving.

"You wrote a letter of guarantee to me." Lin Qingyu spoke incoherently, and he was no longer as calm as before, "You said you would come back, you promised me that you would be fine. I didn't go anywhere, I have been waiting for you... you promised Fuck me, Jiang Xing. If you really die..."

Jiang Xing's heart was about to be broken by Lin Qingyu's crying.But apart from Lin Qingyu's name, he couldn't say a word.But even if he could talk, what could he say.

Said that he didn't want to die, that he also wanted to live desperately?

What's the use, he still didn't do it after all.

Jiang Xing closed his eyes and forced himself not to think about how Gu Fuzhou died.He kept in mind the imperial physician's instructions not to let Lin Qingyu's emotions fluctuate too much, so he embraced him in his arms and stroked Lin Qingyu's long hair one by one.

Lin Qingyu pressed his cheek against Jiang Xing's chest, listened to his heartbeat, and smiled sadly: "Why do you torture me like this... just because I love you? Just because you know, I won't go anyway die?"

Jiang Xing's Adam's apple rolled, and the light in his eyes was foggy.

"But even I can't stand it." Lin Qingyu murmured in a daze, "I can't stand it..."

Jiang Xing bowed his head and kissed him.Kiss him on the brow, kiss his eyes, kiss his lips.When his lips touched, Lin Qingyu slowly closed his eyes.

Jiang Xing's kiss was also wet.When the two separated, Lin Qingyu saw the young man's wet eyelashes.

Lin Qingyu wanted to cry again.He was also tired of crying himself, but he couldn't help it.He could only crawl into Jiang Xing's arms, and his cling to Jiang Xing became even tighter.

Under Jiang Xing's comfort, Lin Qingyu gradually calmed down.Jiang Xing wrapped him in his arms, and showed him some relaxing words.

【Xu Junyuan said that my loss of voice is only temporary, just get used to it slowly. 】

【Alas, this body has no abdominal muscles. 】

[But the tongue is finally not small, what do you think baby? 】

【Is it more comfortable to kiss with me, or is it more comfortable to kiss with Gu Fuzhou? 】

Lin Qingyu suddenly asked: "You... how did Gu Fuzhou die?"

Jiang Xing's answer was simple: 【Dead in battle.But in the end, we won the battle. 】

Lin Qingyu was taken aback, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

[It doesn’t hurt, I died very quickly, I didn’t feel anything, I didn’t feel any pain, and I was gone. 】

It is too troublesome to write this traditional Chinese character.When Lin Qingyu recovers, he will find a time to teach Lin Qingyu how to recognize simplified characters.

The fragile Lin Qingyu is very easy to deceive, he will believe whatever Jiang Xing says. "That's good." Lin Qingyu's reaction was quite slow, and he asked after a while, "Then, why did you wake up in Xiao Li's body?"

Jiang Xing saw that the ink in the inkstone had bottomed out, so he got up and wanted to change it.As soon as he moved, Lin Qingyu felt as if he was facing an enemy, and his eyes widened in horror: "Where are you going?"

Jiang Xing smiled and pointed to the inkstone.

Lin Qingyu understood what he meant, and asked again: "When are you coming back?"

Jiang Xing stopped leaving and hugged Lin Qingyu even tighter.

Lin Qingyu lowered his head slowly, remained silent for a moment, and said, "I'm sorry, I also know that I'm not normal now." He looked at his hands and said helplessly, "But I...I can't control it."

He didn't want to become what he was now, but he didn't know how to let go of losing Jiang Xing's time, even if it was only for an hour.

Jiang Xing wrote with the remaining ink:

[No need to control. 】

【I like to be stuck with you. 】