The county horse is a medicine jar

Although Liu Qingyun was usually very confused in her actions, she was Lin Sishen's biological mother after all, but what she did today was so absurd that Lin Sishen couldn't bear it, so he couldn't help but lose his temper at her.

Lin Sishen had always felt that he owed Yunliu, and he only hoped that he could stay away from Yunliu as soon as possible, so that she could forget about herself as soon as possible, so that she would not give her infatuation to others.

This poor, innocent and pitiable woman has already suffered too much for Lin Sishen.Liu Qingyun insisted on dragging Yunliu in under the guise of thinking about her.

This was how Lin Sishen could not be angry.

After breaking up unhappy, Yunliu was temporarily placed by Mo Zhu in a wing room of Liuguang Pavilion.

Mo Zhu knew that he made a big mistake in telling his wife where Yunliu was hiding without telling Lin Sishen.She usually solves Lin Sishen's worries and problems, but this time her care is chaotic, and she just touched Lin Sishen's rebellious scales, which made Lin Sishen so furious.

The matter has come to this point, Mo Zhu doesn't know how to make amends, so he can only kneel in front of Lin Sishen's door to punish himself.

Outside the eaves was heavy snow with goose feathers, and the biting cold wind blew like a knife on his body. Mo Zhu was only wearing a thin winter coat, and knelt straight in front of the door.

After all, Lin Sishen still felt sorry for her, fearing that she would be frozen, he opened the door in less than half a stick of incense, and dragged her into the room helplessly.

The charcoal fire in the stove was about to go out, so Lin Sishen added a few pieces of charcoal to it, making the charcoal fire red, then with a sullen face, he pressed the frozen black ink bamboo to the side of the stove.

"Stay by the fire and stay still."

After leaving a word, Lin Sishen walked to the window, opened a gap slightly, and stood motionless by the window with his back to Mo Zhu, as if he was waiting for something.

Sitting next to the burning stove, his cold body quickly regained its warmth. Mo Zhu raised his eyes to look at Lin Sishen's back, hesitated for a while, and said softly, "Master, Miss Yunliu... "

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Sishen raised his hand to signal her to silence.Seeing this, Mo Zhu lowered his head, his eyes dimmed, and he had no choice but to swallow back what he hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Sishen didn't know what he was thinking, so he just stood in front of the window blowing the wind, Mo Zhu looked really worried, but he didn't dare to interrupt Lin Sishen's thoughts.

After fidgeting like this for a long while, there was suddenly a slight abnormal sound outside the window, from far to near, like the sound of a bird flapping its wings.

Mo Zhu raised his eyes and looked at the open wooden window, and happened to catch a glimpse of a small palm-sized bird with a sharp beak squeezed in through the gap, blinking his eyes, tilting his head, shaking off the snow on his wings, and jumping on it. Lin Sishen's palm.

Lin Sishen caught the little bird, held it tenderly in his palm, stroked its head with his fingertips, and turned back to the stove.

Lin Sishen took off the bamboo tube tied around the little bird's legs, put it next to the stove to keep warm, and took out a small handful of grain from his sleeve, and sprinkled it beside the stove.

The little bird fluttered its wings and stood obediently by the stove, enjoying the warmth with half-closed eyes. After warming its body, it jumped to the side and lowered its head to peck at the rice.

On the other hand, Lin Sishen opened the bamboo tube, took out the small piece of paper that was as thin as a cicada's wing, and stared at the few lines of small characters on it with the faint firelight.

Mo Zhu observed Lin Sishen's face silently, only hoped that there was a piece of good news that would make Lin Sishen relax his brows.

But after Lin Sishen read the secret letter, her frown became tighter and tighter. After sweeping her eyes twice, she sighed, crumpled up the paper, and threw it into the fire.

Flames sprang up from the furnace, and burned the paper in an instant, leaving only a small rub of black ash.

Looking at Lin Sishen's gloomy complexion, Mo Zhu tentatively called softly, "Master."

Lin Sishen looked up at her, took a deep breath, shook his head and said helplessly: "The news that Yun Liu came to the general's mansion, the second prince already knows, and since she has shown her face, she can't leave Beijing for the time being, nor can she be sent elsewhere , I'm afraid I can only live in the mansion."

Hearing this, Mo Zhu lowered his head, grabbed the hem of his clothes and said angrily, "Master, Mo Zhu knows he's wrong."

Lin Sishen rubbed his temples a little tiredly, and said lightly, "This is the end of the matter, it's useless to talk too much, I can only trouble you to take care of her."

Mo Zhu nodded, and turned to the beginning to answer softly: "I know this, I will take good care of Miss Yunliu."

Lin Sishen closed his eyes, looking at the little bird who was combing its feathers by the stove, gently spreading his palm, the little bird was extremely human, immediately jumped onto her fingertips, tilted its head and blinked at her.

Lin Sishen's eyes flickered with dim light, she teased the little bird in her palm with her fingertips, and said in a flat tone: "Wen Xingren was secretly recalled to the capital by the emperor, counting the time, it should arrive in the capital in two days."

Mo Zhu was stunned when he heard the words, and immediately asked in amazement: "General Wen, isn't he guarding the border? If he returns to Beijing, will there be no one there?"

Lin Sishen shook his head, and murmured in a low voice: "Last time in the war, Laos was seriously injured, and they didn't dare to make big moves. Wen Xingren returned to Beijing, and his deputy general will temporarily take care of border affairs, so that's fine. "

After finishing speaking, her tone suddenly sank, and she snorted coldly: "I'm more concerned about why the emperor suddenly secretly recalled Wen Xingren to the capital, and what exactly was he planning."

Mo Zhu bit her thin lips, and looked at Lin Sishen hesitantly: "Didn't the young master say that General Wen is... the princess's man, maybe..."

Mo Zhu mentioned Shen Qingwan carefully, fearing that if he was not careful, he would offend Lin Sishen again, but what she didn't expect was that Lin Sishen's expression didn't seem to change when he heard Shen Qingwan.

Lin Sishen waved his hands and said in thought: "Rather than saying that Wen Xingren belongs to Shen Qingwan, it's better to say that he belongs to the Fourth Prince, at least in the eyes of outsiders, that is indeed the case."

Mo Zhu also felt very puzzled when he heard the words: "It's really strange, what exactly does the emperor want to do when he asks General Wen to return to Beijing?"

Lin Sishen shook his head lightly, frowned and said, "I'm afraid we won't know until he returns to Beijing."

Lin Sishen faintly felt that there seemed to be some connection between the emperor and Shen Qingwan, and she guessed before that the reason why Shen Qingwan reconciled with her was due to the emperor's lust.

The emperor, who looks terminally ill to outsiders, is actually still controlling the government in secret. If he is really terminally ill, how can he have the thought to use his emperor's tricks again.

Unless, the emperor's illness is fake.

Perhaps, he just wanted to pretend to be sick and take the opportunity to hide in the dark, and lure out those princes and courtiers with ulterior motives, so as to consolidate his throne.

If this is the case, then what kind of deal does Shen Qingwan have with him?

Under the emperor's despotic power, she had no choice but to bow down and seek skin from the tiger, or she was a knife in the emperor's hand from the very beginning, and she had always been doing things for the emperor.

The more Lin Sishen thought about it, the more frightened she became. If all of this was secretly manipulated by the emperor, she could hardly imagine how deep the emperor's mind was.For so many years, in the eyes of outsiders, he has always been a wise monarch, with clear rewards and punishments and compassion for the people. Although he became more suspicious when he was old, he was still a good emperor.

Mo Zhu looked at Lin Sishen's increasingly pale and restless face, and couldn't help asking, "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

When Lin Sishen was called out by Mo Zhu, she immediately came back to her senses. She glanced at Mo Zhu casually, waved her hands and said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

Hearing this, Mo Zhu stood up hastily: "Servant, go get some hot water, young master, let's wash up early and rest."

"Ah."

Lin Sishen responded, squinting his eyes thoughtfully, not knowing what he was planning in his heart.

After Mo Zhu walked out, Lin Sishen pondered for a long time, then got up and went to the desk, took a thin piece of paper, picked up a pen and wrote a few lines of small characters on it, then put it into the bamboo tube, and let the little bird fly out.

Originally, Lin Sishen thought that she was just involved in the battle for the heir apparent, but now that the situation gradually developed in a direction she didn't expect, she realized later that maybe the situation of the General's Mansion was worse than hers. Believing is even more dangerous.

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The news of Wen Xingren's return to Beijing really quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys, and the rumor about the relationship between Lin Sishen and Wen Xingren last time was fermented again because of Wen Xingren's return.

Lin Sishen said that it has been almost a month since she was sick and did not go to court. Since she reconciled with Shen Qingwan, she seemed to have disappeared from everyone's sight, becoming a sick child who never left the door.

In contrast, Wen Xingren, who was recalled to the capital, was summoned by the emperor who was still ill, and not only named him General Zhenyuan, but also bestowed countless gold and jewels on him.

For a while, Wen Xingren was very popular, but Lin Sishen was left out in the cold.

Some people said that it was the emperor's discerning eye, knowing the inside story of Lin Sishen's false meritorious service in the Battle of Anqing, that's why he awarded Wen Xingren.The reason why the emperor didn't speak out was because of the face of Weiyuan General Lin Zheng, so he didn't deal with Lin Sishen.

Some people also said that Wen Xingren had always been in love with Princess Qingyang, and now Princess Qingyang has reconciled with the philanderer from the General's Mansion and is waiting in his boudoir.

Wen Xingren is a member of the fourth prince, and Princess Qingyang has a close relationship with the fourth prince, and with the emperor's favor, maybe the emperor will issue an edict to marry the two of them.

Back then when they were in Qingzhou, Wen Xingren and Princess Qingyang, a talented and beautiful couple, had always been a good story.

One is a courageous, scheming and majestic general, and the other is an amazing woman with both beauty and talent. If the marriage can really come true, wouldn't it be a joyous event for the whole world to celebrate.

Rumors about Lin Sishen and Shen Qingwan's appointment were all over the place, and the entanglement between the three became more and more complicated.

Especially Lin Sishen, who was rumored to be a scheming villain.

Lin Sishen originally hid in the general's mansion, and her ears were clean if she didn't hear anything outside the window, but even if she avoided it deliberately, the rumors that spread like wildfire outside still entered her ears.

Fortunately, she seemed to think about it a lot, and didn't care much about it.

The weather was fine that day, with no wind or snow, Lin Sishen planned to go out to the streets to get some air, but before he could get out of the Liuguang Pavilion, Liu Qingyun hurried towards him with a gloomy expression.

After Lin Sishen lost his temper with Liu Qingyun last time because of Yunliu's matter, Liu Qingyun held her breath in her heart and didn't come to see Lin Sishen for a long time.Hearing some rumors outside today, she was so angry that she forgot about it and came to find Lin Sishen.

They bumped into Lin Sishen and his group of four in front of the door, Liu Qingyun froze on the spot immediately, hurriedly asked: "Shen'er, where are you going?"

Lin Sishen was dressed in snow-white fox fur, and his pale, thin and somewhat sickly face was set off with a trace of the charm of a sick and beautiful young man who I felt pity for.

She looked at Liu Qingyun approaching angrily, and said with her thin lips, "I think the weather is just right today, I plan to go out to get some fresh air, and I also happen to buy some things for Miss Yunliu."

Liu Qingyun was stunned when she heard the words, and turned her head to look at Yunliu who was behind Lin Sishen.

But I saw Yunliu was wearing a Tsing Yi, tall and plump, with smooth skin like jade, under the slender eyebrows, a pair of clear and affectionate eyes seemed to grow on Lin Sishen, affectionate and focused.

Only when Liu Qingyun was sizing her up, did she withdraw her eyes belatedly, lowered her head to smile shyly, and bowed to Liu Qingyun Shi Shiran.

Compared with Shen Qingwan, who looks at flowers in the mist and is unpredictable, Yun Liu, who is calm and tender, seems to be more pleasing to Liu Qingyun.

Liu Qingyun gave her a gentle smile, and then pulled Lin Sishen aside in a hurry, and said kindly: "You also know that there are some unsavory rumors going on outside, you should stay at home at ease these days, Don't go out to make yourself uncomfortable."

Lin Sishen smiled, hugged the fox fur casually and said, "It's just fabricated rumors, mother thinks I'll take it to heart?"

Liu Qingyun's face became more and more ugly, her eyes flickered, she held Lin Sishen's hand tightly and said: "That being said, but... maybe you will see something inconspicuous, and you will hurt yourself in anger, you still It's good to stay at the house."

Lin Sishen's heart trembled, as if she had some uneasy premonition, she asked softly: "What do you mean by something that is not eye-catching?"

Liu Qingyun waved her hand, she didn't seem to want to explain, her eyes flickered and her tone was perfunctory: "Don't ask, it's better not to go out today, if you really want to go out to breathe, you can go tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, Anyway, don’t go today.”

Lin Sishen casually pulled his hands away, and said with a soft smile, "Maybe I won't want to go out tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. The weather is rare today, so it's a waste of good weather not to go out for a walk."

Liu Qingyun saw that she didn't eat oil and salt, and stomped her feet angrily: "You child, why don't you listen to persuasion."

Lin Sishen shrugged his shoulders, and said indifferently: "Just go out for a walk, and you will be back home in half an hour. Those gossips and gossips will make your ears callous. Mother, don't worry about it."

As he said that, without waiting for Liu Qingyun to continue to stop him, Lin Sishen waved at the three people behind him, bypassed Liu Qingyun, and walked straight to the door.

Seeing this situation, Liu Qingyun immediately stomped her feet fiercely, and shouted to Lin Sishen's back: "You child, if you go and see something and feel uncomfortable, don't regret it."

While talking like this, Lin Sishen had already stepped out of the Liuguang Pavilion, and waved his hands away with his back to her.

Seeing Lin Sishen and his party walking away, Liu Qingyun followed them in front of the door and faced their backs, sighed with worry, and comforted her forehead secretly: "Maybe I was too worried, the capital is so big, maybe Shen'er is not at all You won’t be able to meet that couple of dogs.”

The author has something to say: because I have been very busy recently, so the updates are relatively slow, and I will try my best to add updates when I have time!Sorry~

晚安。感谢在2020-10-0901:14:02~2020-10-1122:57:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the bazooka: Zed