Married Thrice to Salted Fish

Lin Qingyu sat quietly on the bed for a long time, unable to distinguish the dream from the present world for a moment.He looked at his hand blankly, as if he could still recall the touch of the boy's lower abdomen, but he couldn't remember the appearance of the person in his dream.

He only remembered that that person was taller than the Lu Wancheng he was familiar with, had to be "handsome", had a better voice, and could easily hug him.And... what else.

His memory of the boy seemed to be covered with a veil, and no matter how hard he looked, he could only see a vague outline.

Hualu brought hot water for him to wash.He asked, "Did you dream about him last night?"

Hualu's eye circles turned red again, and she shook her head.

Lin Qingyu slowly gathered his palms together: "He's back."

"Young Master, did you say anything to Young Master?"

Lin Qingyu smiled: "He's the same as before, he doesn't mention the business, and just talks about useless nonsense."

He didn't even want to tell him his name, he was too beastly, he should be hung up and beaten up.

But even if it is nonsense, the atmosphere of the dream is still so warm that it makes people nostalgic.It's a pity that when I wake up from the dream, everything is gone.

Lin Qingyu began to tidy up Lu Wancheng's belongings one after another, and selected some as funeral objects.

There were too many things, so he asked Hualu to sift through them first, and picked out the things that Lu Wancheng had used in the past year, and the other things that were too old can be disposed of at will.

The clothes I have worn, the jade crown I have worn, the bowls and chopsticks I have used, the pitching pot I have played with, the books I have read, and the birds I have played with.

In the first half of the year, Lu Wancheng's health was not too bad, he collected a lot of weird things, and raised thrushes and starlings.Later, his health gradually deteriorated, and the thrush starling also died of illness.Lu Wancheng personally took care of the funeral for the two birds, hummed a cheerful song and sent them on the road, saying that the song was called "Black Carrying the Coffin", and asked him if he wanted to learn it, and he could teach him. Let the vicious people play this song with suona and carry the coffin to send him away.

At that time, I didn't bother to talk to Lu Wancheng at all, and let him say some outrageous things in my ear, without giving him a straight look.Fortunately, he has an excellent memory. Even if he didn't pay attention to it at the time, he can still recall many details now.

Lu Wancheng likes to have fun without having to move much.One day, on a whim, he said that he wanted to know how the people in Dayu shed their sheep's hair, so he asked the steward to bring a sheep from Zhuangzi, and sheared all the sheep's wool in front of him.

"If I were that sheep, I would be ashamed to death." Lu Wancheng said as he lay on the reclining chair.

This recliner is also Lu Wancheng's favorite.He likes to lie on it and bask in the sun, swaying, squinting, like a lazy cat.

Like Lu Wancheng, Lin Qingyu lay down on the recliner and picked up the notebook beside him to read.

He was very impressed with this storybook, a collection of folk detectives.Lu Wancheng circled the murderer's name on the third page, making it impossible to read.He wrote the word "roll" and gave it to Lu Wancheng, and he never read the book again.He didn't expect that Lu Wancheng actually replied to him in the book.

"This man is a murderer."

"roll."

"In the end, it was Dr. Lin who got the trick! I'm sorry, but I kowtow to you."

Lin Qingyu looked at someone's scribbled handwriting, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

Lu Wancheng is always like this, first making people speechless, and then quickly and sincerely apologizes, making people angry.

At that time, Lu Wancheng was still an out-and-out playboy, eating and drinking all day long, staying in bed and refusing to get up.Since when did he also become deep and thoughtful?

There was a slight dull pain in his chest, Lin Qingyu closed the scriptures, still unable to shed tears.

Maybe what he lost was what he shouldn't have.

In the study, Lin Qingyu found Lu Wancheng's last writing a month ago.He said in the letter that the dowry left by his biological mother Wen will be left to his widow Lin.Secondly, I hope that my grandparents will tell the queen that since he is dead, the matter of congratulations should end here, and the Lin family can be released to the Lin family. From then on, marriage, wedding and funeral are irrelevant.

When the Wen family got married, Duke Wen prepared ten miles of red makeup for her. Twenty years have passed, and they have hardly been touched, which is comparable to the entire family property of the Lin family.

In addition, after Lu Wancheng left, Zhang Shiquan also settled a bill with Lin Qingyu.Since taking over the general affairs of the Hou Mansion, Zhang Shiquan has quietly transferred more than half of the land in the Hou Mansion, the Biezhuang, and the land deeds of the shop to Lin Qingyu's name.

Lu Wancheng said on their wedding night that when he died, let him bring his inheritance back to Lin Mansion to have a good time.

Lu Wancheng didn't lie to him.

There is only one thing left, which is that Lu Wancheng didn't make up his mind before he died. "Young Master, the Young Master didn't know about the private salt in Xuzhou. In your opinion, what should we do now?"

Lin Qingyu wanted to use this incident to make the Liang family submit, and by the way, after using Lu Niantao, he pulled him down - if Lu Niantao really became a noble concubine and gave birth to a prince in the future, it would not do him any good.It's a pity that before he could do anything, the mother and daughter would die on their own.

In just one year, the Nan'an Marquis Mansion was dying, crazy, and sick, and it was already in danger.Now we just wait for Marquis Nanan to be unable to hold on, at least he will retire from his old age and return to his hometown, and at worst he will not be able to recover from illness, so there is no need for him to do anything.

It's boring.

"Pick yourself clean first, and let them continue to make trouble," Lin Qingyu said, "Maybe it will be useful in the future."

Zhang Shiquan said respectfully: "Yes."

"Master," Huantong hurried into the house, "The prince is here, Lord Hou asked you to prepare to pick him up."

Both the emperor and the queen expressed their opinions on Lu Wancheng's death, and Xiao Teng, as the prince, naturally could not neglect this matter.He was able to go to the mansion to express condolences in person, which was considered to be a face to the Marquis of Nan'an.

Lin Qingyu knew that such a day would come: "Got it, I'll change my clothes and go."

The Marquis of Nan'an was greeted at the gate of the Marquis Mansion with the support of the Pan family, while Lin Qingyu and other clan children stood behind.The Marquis of Nan'an originally thought that the prince would bring his side concubine with him when he came to mourn at the mansion, but unexpectedly only the prince came.

Xiao Cheng and Nan'an Hou exchanged greetings for a while, and what they said was nothing more than polite official words such as mourning and obedience: "I wanted to come to the house early in the morning to see my cousin for a ride. How can I escape because of the busy government affairs?"

Shengshang was getting older, and after the wind and cold in autumn, the dragon's body was not as good as before. In order to stabilize the court, he had to let the prince assist the country.Xiao Cheng took over the household department from Nan'an Hou again, and it can be said that he is in full swing and in full swing.

The Marquis of Nan'an now has only one daughter left, so he couldn't bear it anymore and asked the side concubine how she was doing.Xiao Cheng only wrote lightly: "Ms. Lu is in poor health and cannot leave the palace. Gu will burn three sticks of incense for her cousin on her behalf."

Lin Qingyu looked behind Xiao Teng.The prince was away from the palace, except for the coachman and his entourage, he only brought two guards with him.With Xiao Cheng's paranoia, he definitely would not be so negligent about his own safety. He must have hidden a lot of his shadow guards where others can't see.

The Marquis of Nan'an invited Xiao Cheng into the mansion.When Xiao Teng passed by Lin Qingyu, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile that was not a smile.

Lin Qingyu took the lead to look away.He wasn't afraid to meet Xiao Teng's eyes, but if he was tricked by Xiao Teng now, no one could save his eyes.

A group of people arrived at the mourning hall.As Lu Wancheng's widow, Lin Qingyu lit the six-pillar incense and handed it to Xiao Cheng.

Xiao Cheng took the incense and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Xiao Qingyu, you've lost weight."

Lin Qingyu looked numb, as if he didn't hear it.

Xiao Cheng looked at Lu Wancheng's spirit seat, and laughed slowly: "I still remember my cousin once said that as long as he didn't say it was over, nothing would end. But now? He is lying in the coffin, and his soul has returned to the west. The person standing in front of Xiao Qingyu is Gu—is this rare and not the end?"

Lin Qingyu's heart skipped a beat.

Yes, as long as that person doesn't say it's over, nothing ends.

He cheered up and said, "Your Highness, you have heard rumors about me."

"gossip?"

"I married Lu Wancheng, and the Nan'an Marquis's mansion suffered a lot of disasters. It can be seen that the matter of a man and a wife is beyond the law of heaven."

"Did Xiao Qingyu misunderstand something?" Xiao Teng smiled wickedly, "How could Gu marry a man. What Gu wants is just your face."

Lin Qingyu raised his eyelashes: "Your Highness...what do you want?"

"No hurry." Xiao Cheng bowed slightly to Lu Wancheng's spiritual seat three times.He seemed to be offering incense piously, but he said words insulting to the widow of the deceased, "Only by hunting patiently can you eat the most delicious prey."

Lin Qingyu's eyelashes drooped back again, and he reached into his sleeve, as if he was about to pull out something.A white light flashed in front of Xiao Cheng's eyes, before he realized what happened, a figure rushed out from nowhere and stood in front of him.

Lin Qingyu felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and was repelled a few steps, barely able to stabilize his body.Then, a long sword rested on his neck.

A guard maid screamed and was quickly covered.The sudden change stunned the people present, and saw a young man in black clothes in the mourning hall, holding a long sword, looking at Lin Qingyu expressionlessly with awe-inspiring killing intent.

Compared with Lin Qingyu, the young man is extremely ordinary both in appearance and figure, and will be drowned in the crowd.But at this moment, as long as he waved his hand lightly, Lin Qingyu's blood could be splashed on the spot.

Lin Qingyu whispered: "Shen Huaizhi?"

Surprise flashed in the young man's eyes.

"What's wrong." Xiao Teng said displeased, "What are you doing suddenly?"

The young man said concisely: "There is a sharp object hidden in Lin Shaojun's sleeve."

Everyone gasped.Assassinating the prince, this is a serious crime of beheading the whole family.

"Oh?" Xiao Cheng narrowed his eyes dangerously, "What stupid thing does Lin Shaojun want to do in front of your husband's spirit?"

Lin Qingyu said calmly: "Master Anwei misunderstood." He took out the thing hidden in his sleeve, but it was just a woman's walking swing. "This is the relic of the young master. After the young master left, I have always carried it with me, and I have developed a habit of playing with it in my hand from time to time. I didn't expect such a misunderstanding to happen. I hope His Highness forgive me."

Xiao Teng looked at Lin Qingyu, and the rest of the people were afraid to vent their anger until he said: "Get back."

The young man immediately put away his sword, lowered his eyes and said, "This subordinate deserves to die."

After this little disturbance, Xiao Teng really did not stay for long.Lin Qingyu put Bu Yao in the funerary object, and let it accompany Lu Wancheng to sleep forever, so that Lu Wancheng would have nothing to turn to in another world.

After the death, it is the burial.The Lu family's ancestral grave is in Lin'an, and Lu Baishuo specially rushed from his hometown to the capital in order to send Lu Wancheng's fallen leaves back to his roots.As a widow, Lin Qingyu should go with Lu Baishuo to see Lu Wancheng off for the last time.

The end of the new year is approaching, and Lin Qingyu plans to go south after the new year.On New Year's Eve, the Marquis of Nan'an does not post Spring Festival couplets, set off firecrackers, and is not allowed to visit relatives and friends.Although Lin Qingyu was thinking about his parents and younger brother, in order not to expose them to too much criticism, he stayed in the Hou Mansion for the New Year.

He gave the servants of Lanfeng Pavilion a holiday, and spent a simple year with Huantong.Huantong cooked a pot of dumplings, the master and servant were eating, and a guest was welcomed.

Hu Ji is alone in the capital, and it is inevitable to feel lonely when the family is reunited.He first went to Lin's mansion, Lin's mother left him for a meal, and said that if he had nothing to do, he could go to Nan'anhou's mansion to have a look.So Hu Ji came and brought some cakes made by Lin's mother.

Lin Qingyu thanked him and asked, "Is mother okay?"

Hu Jidao: "Master's wife is fine, but she is more worried about the young master, and also worried about the judge who is far away in Yongliang."

Lin Qingyu frowned.It has been a long time since the last news from Yongliang was sent back to Beijing, and there is no new news for a long time.Wars continued in the northwest, General Gu's life and death were uncertain, and his father did not know when he would return.

When Hu Ji heard that Lin Qingyu was going south, he said worriedly: "The epidemic is rampant in the south, young master must be careful."

Lin Qingyu nodded and said, "Yes."

Hu Ji sat for a while and got up to leave.Lin Qingyu sent him out of the mansion, looked up and saw the lights of Wanjia, and a galaxy of stars.

So the new year will end tonight, and the new year will come tomorrow.

After that night, the soul of the boy surnamed Jiang never fell asleep again.