I don't read sage books

The author has something to say: foster father is not an attack, but an assist.

Lin Qingyu didn't expect that Wei Lin's talk of staying in the mansion was actually putting him under house arrest in disguise.

After staying in Wei Manor for a day, he didn't wait for Wei Lin to come. He was anxious, so he wanted to go out first to find the holy doctor by himself, but when he reached the gate of the courtyard, he was stopped by two men who looked like guards. The tone was rather respectful, saying that he asked the young master to stay in the courtyard temporarily without Wei Lin's permission.

Lin Qingyu fought hard with the two of them, and even wanted to force his way in, but after all, he was no match for Lian Jiazi, and he couldn't even step forward with one foot. He didn't know what Wei Lin meant, and he was so angry that he even wanted dinner Never swallowed.

It wasn't until the evening of the second day that he waited for Wei Lin in court attire—a full-body vermilion robe, a large buckskin belt around his waist, a lifelike silver crane leaping in front of his chest, and a black and green gauze hat framed his black hair as much as possible. Showing dignity, as Wei Lin walked around, his wide cuffs fluttered, showing an indescribably awe-inspiring sight.

Wei Lin, who already had a stern face, wore the imperial uniform, which was so glamorous that people dare not look directly at it, but Lin Qingyu has no time to appreciate Wei Lin's appearance right now. As soon as Wei Lin entered the room, he asked angrily, "Why don't you let me out?" House?"

When the two maids in the room heard Lin Qingyu's blunt tone, they bowed their heads in fright, wishing they didn't have ears.

Wei Lin waved his hand to make all the servants back away, then reached out and took off the black gauze hat, revealing his smooth forehead, looking closely at his brows and eyes, there was faint tiredness, he glanced at Lin Qingyu, not half ashamed, just said, "You are in the Wei Mansion and I Only then can you be well protected."

Perhaps Wei Lin hadn't had time to put away his coldness when facing outsiders. At this time, he was indescribably strange to Lin Qingyu. Lin Qingyu suppressed the inexplicable fear in her heart, and retorted, "Could it be that I'm in the capital?" One day, will you lock me up for one day?"

Wei Lin stepped forward and put the black gauze hat on the table. A few strands of hair ran out from the back of his neck, weakening the hostility he had unconsciously picked up on him, but facing Lin Qingyu's questioning, he still looked calm and said Say yes.

Lin Qingyu just thought it was ridiculous, he stepped in front of Wei Lin, "You tell me, who will be against me when I leave Wei's mansion?"

He wanted to see the holy doctor in his heart, but he only stayed in Wei's mansion for two consecutive days. He was full of resentment and had nowhere to vent it, and it was in Wei Lin's eyes, so he must give Wei Lin an accurate word.

However, Wei Lin rubbed his brows, thought for a long time, and then said ambiguously, "Qingyu, if an outsider finds out that you are in contact with me, there will be endless troubles."

Lin Qingyu raised her voice, "What kind of method will cause endless trouble?"

Wei Lin's black pupils reflected Lin Qingyu's swollen cheeks. The words of explanation were already on his lips, but he had too many scruples to say, so he had to change the subject, "I have found the holy doctor."

Lin Qingyu was waiting for Wei Lin's reply, she was startled when she heard the words, immediately put all doubts and anger behind her, and said happily, "Really, is the holy doctor willing to heal my brother?"

Wei Lin looked distressed, "The holy doctor has a weird temper, maybe it's because of me..." He paused, "I have a bad reputation, and I don't want to see each other."

Wei Lin's tone was clearly gentle, but in Lin Qingyu's ears, it was especially harsh. When he was in Cao County, Wei Lin was a talented person who was admired and sought after by everyone, but now he said he was notorious. Such a big gap made Lin Qingyu's heart ache. It was like filling a pot full of vinegar, sour, and he was indignant, "He has never really gotten along with you, how can you judge what kind of person you are based on outside rumors," he said, thinking about asking for help from the Holy Spirit. Doctor, after all, you can’t curse your future benefactor in secret, your voice was slightly weaker, “When he sees you, he will definitely resolve all misunderstandings.”

There was tenderness in Wei Lin's eyes for a moment, but Lin Qingyu couldn't find it in time, so he withdrew all his emotions and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter what the outside world thinks of me, as long as you..."

After hearing half of what he said, Lin Qingyu raised her clear eyes, "How about me?"

Wei Lin turned his face away, his smooth jaw line tightened, "It's nothing," he turned his gaze back, with a calm expression, "I will definitely spare no effort to deal with this matter."

Thinking of her elder brother and He Tang who were far away on the way, Lin Qingyu was so anxious that she grabbed Wei Lin's sleeve anxiously, "Could it be that you still want to trap me in the mansion?"

Wei Lin didn't speak, but his expression was silent.

"No way," Lin Qingyu raised her voice, "I want to visit the holy doctor myself."

Wei Lin frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

Lin Qingyu begged, "Wei Lin, you also know my elder brother. He has been suffering from various illnesses for more than half a year. I must not just sit and watch him sink. If you don't let me see the holy doctor for a day, my brother's suffering will be as big as it is." One more day," when he said this, he choked up a little, "I don't know why you insist on keeping me in the mansion, but if you keep delaying, I'm afraid that it will be too late for the holy doctor to leave Beijing."

Wei Lin's frowning brows gradually fell when they touched the tears at the corners of Lin Qingyu's eyes. He hid the hand he wanted to reach out to caress Lin Qingyu's cheek behind him, and slowly closed into a fist. Qingyu pleaded, and said, "Okay, I will accompany you to visit the holy doctor."

Lin Qingyu laughed through tears, and then let go of Wei Lin's cuff.

With Wei Lin's promise, Lin Qingyu's anger has almost dissipated. Although he has too many doubts in his heart, he also knows Wei Lin's temperament, but if Wei Lin doesn't want to say anything, even if he is forced If you confide a word, you simply don't ask any more.

He guessed what the second half of Wei Lin's half-spoken sentence was.

He was willing to wait for the day when Wei Lin said it himself.

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The next day, Lin Qingyu dressed up as a servant and followed Wei Lin out of the house.

Lin Qingyu is a native of the south. She couldn't hide her excitement when she came back to the north for the first time. From time to time, she lifted the curtain of the car to look at the street outside.

Autumn in the north has the momentum of early winter in the south. The wind keeps pouring in, making Lin Qingyu's nose red. Qingyu pulled back on the cushion and sat down. He is a martial arts practitioner, and he suppressed Lin Qingyu, who was as active as a fish, in two or three strokes.

The two started bickering in the carriage, and they really had the vigor they had when they went to school in Cheese Academy.

But after all, they are no longer the young men who only read sage books in the past.

When the carriage was stopped, Wei Lin immediately suppressed the slight smile on his face, and when he heard the sound outside, his brows furrowed even more deeply.

Lin Qingyu wanted to ask, but Wei Lin made a silent gesture. He nodded, covered his mouth with both hands to ensure that he would not make a sound, and slid off the cushion obediently, sitting on the floor, acting as Wei Lin's little girl. fellow.

After Lin Qingyu heard that the carriage blocking the way outside belonged to the Jiang family, her eyes suddenly widened.

The carriage door opened, and the attendants rolled up the carriage curtains. Lin Qingyu quietly raised his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the huge Jiang character plate hanging on the opposite carriage. Sitting in the square carriage was a young man wearing an amber-yellow brocade robe. Looking up gradually from his black boots and wearing a hollowed-out jade ring around his waist, he looked like a wolf. Lin Qingyu moved her eyes slowly with a bit of curiosity and anxiety, Look at the face of the treacherous minister whom everyone scolds.

With black hair and a jade crown, fair skin, round eyes like apricots, a straight nose and thin lips, it turned out to be a face as gentle as jade. Lin Qingyu was stunned for a moment, unable to compare the modest gentleman not far away with the legend in the court hall. When the turbulent courtiers were connected, perhaps his eyes were too straightforward, and the young man in the carriage also lowered his eyes slowly, looking at Lin Qingyu, who was lying on the cat's body, the gentle eyes that gave people the first impression suddenly changed. , as if mixed with the shadow of a knife, light and sword, just one glance, Lin Qingyu's hair stood on end, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her back from fright.

This is Jiang Wangxu, the relative who covered the sky with one hand in the Ming Dynasty, and it was Jiang Wangxu whom Wei Lin recognized as his adoptive father.