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The author has something to say: Wei Lin: After a thousand sails, I am still dumb.

The house was surrounded by incense, and the faint sandalwood fragrance wafted in the air. Lin Qingyu slept very deeply. He was frightened for more than half a month, and he had never had a good night's sleep. These days when he went to Beijing alone was no different from sleeping in the open.

Now he felt that the quilt under his body was fragrant, soft and warm. He seemed to be lying in a soft cloud, and his whole body refused to wake up.

A black shadow suddenly broke into the sweet dream, and he tried his best to look at it, but he finally figured out who Mo Se came from a distance. The sharp-edged face and indifferent eyes suddenly came into his sight , accompanied by a cold voice to take down this troublemaker, Lin Qingyu seemed to have been hit in the head, and suddenly opened her eyes in fright.

Layers upon layers of curtains came into view. He blinked and sat up uneasy. As soon as he moved, a maid came up to him, bent down and held the copper basin filled with water in front of Lin Qingyu, and said softly, "Please clean up, my lord."

The copper basin was quite heavy, and the maid's wrist trembled slightly when she held it. Lin Qingyu hurriedly got out of bed and wanted to take the copper basin, but the maid was so frightened that she almost knelt down, "I dare not bother you, sir."

Seeing her trembling appearance, Lin Qingyu didn't force her. He found that he had changed into clean clothes and even his hair was dry. He thought someone had tidied him up while he was asleep. He was suspicious, but he still twisted Wiping his face with a damp cloth, he looked around at his surroundings.

He was in a rather gorgeous wing room, the tables and chairs were all made of valuable mahogany, paintings and calligraphy were hung on the walls, vases fell from the floor, and fresh and tender willows were hanging down slowly. In this season of autumn, there are such fresh willows. Zhi, must have spent a lot of thought.

Even Lin Qingyu, who was used to seeing good things since she was a child, couldn't help but sigh with emotion at every detail of this wing room.

He wiped his face and asked awkwardly, "Where is this place?"

The maid was holding the copper basin, but she still lowered her face, and replied respectfully, "Master Hui, my master is Mr. Wei Linwei, and this is the Wei residence."

Although he had a premonition in his heart, Lin Qingyu was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help thinking of Wei Lin's indifferent attitude before he fell into a coma, and he was anxious, "Is your lord in the mansion now?"

"As soon as the young master woke up, the servant sent someone to go back. I think the lord is coming here now."

Lin Qingyu nodded, her heart pounded when she thought of seeing Wei Lin soon.

He watched the maid take two steps back before turning around to leave the wing, and then he felt something unusual. Judging from the maid's behavior, the rules of the Wei Manor were very strict, but in Lin Qingyu's impression, Wei Lin was never How can a master who is harsh on the subordinates make the subordinates so fearful?

He sighed softly, and started pacing back and forth in the wing room because of his uneasiness.

Not long after, he heard movement outside. It seemed to be a person who had fallen to his knees. Lin Qingyu went to the window, opened the window and saw Wei Lin coming from the courtyard door majesticly, and Yuan It was the six servants who were serving in the courtyard kneeling on the ground, looking extremely cautious.

He pursed his lips, quietly closed the window, and waited for Wei Lin to enter the room.

The door opened, and Lin Qingyu watched the tall and straight black figure approaching. Wei Lin didn't like to wear black before, but when we saw each other twice, Wei Lin was dressed in a noble black forged robe. It became more and more inaccessible, which also made Lin Qingyu feel strange.

Wei Lin was also looking at Lin Qingyu. They hadn't seen each other for a year. The identities of the two had changed drastically. One became a fourth-rank Dali Temple Shaoqing, and the other's family lived up to its splendor. feeling of loneliness.

Lin Qingyu wanted to ask Wei Lin a lot, how he had been this year, whether the rumors from the outside world were true, why they tied him up on the street pretending that they didn't know each other, and whether he knew about the changes in the Lin family. , but the words came to his lips, but he couldn't utter a word, on the contrary, his eyes were red.

The hardships along this journey are inhumane, and now that he finally sees someone he knows well, Lin Qingyu only feels that the pain has come to an end, he moved his nose, and shouted with a choked voice, "Wei Lin."

It's been so long since Wei Ting called, it was so long that it seemed like he was calling in a dream.

But Wei Lin didn't give him the desired reaction, he just looked at him and stepped forward.

Maybe it was because Wei Lin's eyes were too cold, Lin Qingyu took a step back unconsciously, just blinking, Wei Lin came to him, he was slightly shorter than Wei Lin, Wei Lin slightly lowered his eyes and fell on his thin cheeks , and finally said, "You have lost a lot of weight."

Lin Qingyu's throat was sore, as if she had eaten ten catties of oranges, and she almost shed tears because of Wei Lin's words, but after all, he was not the Lin Qingyu who used to solve problems with tears, he swallowed sourly, and murmured , "I'm starving and thin."

Wei Lin's expression softened for a moment, "I'll let the servant pass on the meals."

Lin Qingyu said yes, he almost avoided thinking about those lingering doubts in his heart, as if this was the only way to maintain the current peace with Wei Lin.

The meal was quickly uploaded, with both meat and vegetables, big fish and big meat, and plenty of oil and water. Lin Qingyu should have been delighted to see the delicious food, but along the way, he saw too many poor people eating turf and tree roots. It was after a lot of hardships that she arrived in Shangjing, but now in the Wei Mansion, she can enjoy such a luxurious meal. Such a gap made Lin Qingyu unable to move her chopsticks for a long time.

Everything in front of him reminded him of the truth of the rumors from the outside world.

Sitting next to him, Wei Lin saw him sitting blankly, took a piece of chicken with his own hands and put it in Lin Qingyu's bowl, and said softly, "Your favorite big plate chicken."

Lin Qingyu smiled, "Do you still remember that we used to go to Chunfeng Tower, when you looked down on me for being lazy, but I was always pestering you."

Talking about the past, Wei Lin was always a little angry, he said in a deep voice, "I never looked down on you."

Lin Qingyu stuffed the tender chicken into her mouth and said vaguely, "It's delicious."

"Eat more if it tastes good." Wei Lin said, and put another five or six meals into Lin Qingyu's bowl with silver chopsticks. Soon, a hill was piled up among the empty porcelain bowls.

Lin Qingyu felt like chewing wax, and stuffed things into her mouth little by little until her cheeks were swollen. When she didn't pay attention, hot tears rolled down her cheeks, soaking her face.

Wei Lin waved his hand to push away all the servants, then pinched Lin Qingyu's chin and lifted it up, revealing Lin Qingyu's face full of hot tears. He stared at Lin Qingyu, his cold expression finally moved, "Don't you like this? ?”

Lin Qingyu bulged her cheeks and chewed twice, sobbing and mumbled, "I cried because it was so delicious."

Wei Linmo smiled and gently wiped Lin Qingyu's tears.

Lin Qingyu tried hard to swallow what was in her mouth, looked at Wei Lin with tears in her eyes, and finally had the courage to ask. Although he had cried, his voice was still very clear, "Is what they said true?"

Wei Lin tightened his grip on Lin Qingyu's jaw for a moment, but his face remained unchanged, "What?"

Lin Qingyu weakened, "You and the Jiang family..."

Wei Lin let go of his hand and looked directly into Lin Qingyu's dark pupils, "It's true."

Hearsay is definitely not as severe as the blow from the person directly acknowledging it. Lin Qingyu stood up abruptly, not daring to believe it. "The Jiang family, as foreign relatives, despises the royal family and does many evils. Jiang Wangxu even plays with power and has no law. You..."

"What about me?" Wei Linyi stood up, and accepted Lin Qingyu's words calmly, "You also want to say that I recognize a thief as my father and work as a minion for a tiger?"

Lin Qingyu's expression froze, he was unwilling to guess Wei Lin like this, and he was more willing to make excuses for Wei Lin. He grabbed Wei Lin's hand and said anxiously, "You have difficulties, don't you?"

"How can there be so many difficulties?" Wei Lin turned his hand and held Lin Qingyu's wrist, but smiled silently, "Qingyu, at the feet of the emperor, it is difficult to move without power. I can't pursue money and power. Since the Jiang family can give me what I want If you want, what's wrong with me accepting my adoptive father and taking refuge in Jiang's family?"

Wei Lin spoke so calmly, Lin Qingyu couldn't see a trace of hypocrisy in him, and couldn't help but said anxiously, "No, you are definitely not a person who is greedy for money and power!"

"You and I have only known each other for three years, how do you know what kind of person I am?" Wei Lin asked sharply, holding Lin Qingyu tightly in his palm, "Qingyu, leave the capital, this is not the place for you to stay."

Lin Qingyu's eye circles were burning hot, and she slammed Wei Lin's hand away, "You don't have to worry about where I am."

Seeing Lin Qingyu's chest rising and falling, Wei Lin was obviously very angry, so he sighed softly, "I don't care about you, who in this capital can care about you?" After a pause, he gritted his teeth and said, "Could it be that you want to go to Chu Yan ?”

"The capital is so big, I don't believe I can't live without relying on you." Lin Qingyu stared, and was about to leave, angrily said, "Thank you, Mr. Wei, for your hospitality, and Xiaomin will stop bothering you."

Wei Lin quickly grabbed him and pulled him back to his side, as if there was nothing he could do about it, "Qingyu, it's not as peaceful as you imagined outside, you stay in the mansion and you are not allowed to go anywhere, who are you looking for? Just tell me what to do, and I will do it for you."

Lin Qingyu finally remembered the purpose of the capital, and gradually calmed down, he raised his eyes to look at Wei Lin, "I went to Beijing for my elder brother, and my elder brother has a chronic illness, only the holy doctor Chen Shen can save him."

Wei Lin's cold face loosened, and he nodded, "I'll look for it for you."

After arguing with each other, the two quiet down now, feeling a little melancholy.

Wei Lin caressed Lin Qingyu's hand, "I've heard about the Lin family, it's too late to hear it..."

No amount of verbal explanation seems pale.

Wei Lin couldn't help clenching his teeth, as if holding back something, and fell silent again.

Lin Qingyu lowered his head. He never blamed Wei Lin. The capital is high and the water is far away. He was afraid that when the news reached Wei Lin's ears, he would already be at the He family. Besides, even if Wei Lin knew about it in advance, he would not be able to turn the tide.

Wei Lin was silent for a long time, sighed lightly, and told Lin Qingyu to stay in the mansion, and was about to leave.

Lin Qingyu waited for him to walk to the door, and said softly but firmly, "Wei Lin, no matter how others misunderstand you, I never believe that you will join forces."

Wei Lin paused, did not turn his head, and said coldly, "You misread the person."

Lin Qingyu sat back on the chair weakly, looking at the cold food on the table, feeling sad in her heart.

How much he missed Wei Lin, and how sad it was to meet this time, but even though Wei Lin himself admitted that he had a relationship with the Jiang family, he still felt that it was not Wei Lin's will.

Going around, many people and things are beyond recognition.

However, Wei Lin was still unwilling to explain this point to him, and it never changed.