Married Thrice to Salted Fish - Chapter 1

Nan'an Hou Mansion, wedding night in the bridal chamber.

The two Xi Niangs finished their errands and filed out from the inner room with the maidservants of the Hou Mansion. Before leaving the door, they couldn't wait to talk in a whisper.

"I have lived for most of my life, and I have never seen such a beautiful man."

"It's a pity to marry a sick seed, hey."

"What's a pity, he married Young Master Hou Mansion. If it weren't for the birthday horoscope for Xiao Hou Ye, Hou Ye and Madam Hou could be regarded as the son of the sentenced son of the Wu Pin Tai Hospital?"

"What you said is reasonable. Whether this is a blessing or a curse, it will take a while to know."

…

During the conversation, Xi Niang came to the outer room and before closing the two doors, she glanced inwardly: amidst a festive red, the newly married young man from the Hou Mansion wears hipa, like a jade carving, quietly Sitting quietly on the hi bed.

The door slowly closed, and only the two married and rejoiced were left in the wedding room.

The surrounding area became quiet, and Lin Qingyu's back stiffened for a day finally relaxed. He moved slightly, and the tassel falling on the hipa swayed.

It is really inconvenient to wear Hipa. When a woman marries, the hipa on her head should be provoked by her husband, and it must be the same for a man to marry.

However, his husband was afraid that he could not do this.

His... "husband".

Lin Qingyu raised her hand to take hipa for herself, and her vision finally widened. He looked around at the light gauze curtains and warm red curtains. In the end, he turned his attention to the sleeping man on the bed-Xiaohouye, Lu Wancheng of Nan'an Houfu.

Under the candlelight, Lin Qingyu looked at Lu Wancheng blankly.

Lu Wancheng wears a bright red dress, his eyebrows are as distant as mountains, his long eyelashes are thick, his cheeks are thin, and his lips are pale as paper. Even if his eyes are closed and the diseased bones are broken, he can still look good.

From today, this person is his husband.

Although he was a man, he became the wife of another man—he was the first male wife in the Da Yu Dynasty to be "married by a Ming match."

It's extremely ridiculous.

He prepared for the assessment of the Imperial Medical Office for three years. If he passes the examination, he will become a medical officer just like his father. Even if you don't enter the palace, you can open a medicine shop in the capital and be an ordinary doctor.

It's a pity that when he was preparing to show off his grand plan, the Queen of the Palace called his father to the front and said, "I heard that you have a son, born on March 11th, Chenshi, Guiwei year, but is it true?"

After receiving a positive answer from Lin's father, the queen asked the emperor to give the Lin family a marriage and betrothed Lin Qingyu to Nan'anhou's eldest son, Lu Wancheng.

Everybody in the capital knows that Lu Wancheng suffered from deficiencies and has been sick for many years. When he was born, Nan'anhou specially invited the imperial physician to come to see him in the residence. The imperial physician once asserted that Lord Lu Xiaohou would not survive the age of a weak crown.

This year, Lu Wancheng is already nineteen, and his body is not as good as one day. Seeing that the day is dwindling and the deadline is approaching, Nan'anhou has no other choice but to write to Da Yu to ask for help from the national teacher who is said to be able to understand ghosts and gods. The letter from the national teacher to him contained only one line of eight characters for his birthday, which was exactly: March 11th in the year of Guiwei, Chenshi.

Defying the emperor's order is a capital crime, and Lin Qingyu's death alone is not a pity, but he has to protect his elderly parents and young brothers. In this way, he became Lu Wancheng's Chongxi male wife.

After more than ten years of hard study, all became a joke.

At this moment, Haishi has passed, and the maidservant outside the door said: "Young Master, the hour is here, wait for Master Xiaohou to go to bed."

Lin Qingyu clenched his fingers at her sleepy husband-want him to serve Lu Wancheng? What a joke.

Gaomen's marriage rules have always been cumbersome. Although he was in a hurry, Nan’an Hou’s Mansion also sent a teacher’s aunt to the Lin Mansion to teach Lin Qingyu’s so-called "male wife’s way". Before the wedding, he washed his whole body, inside and out. Something like grease was even applied.

Lin Qingyu is not a good man and has never suffered such humiliation. If it weren't for keeping the dozens of people in the Lin family, he would have liked to die with Lu Wancheng.

Seeing that there was no movement in the Xi room, the maid urged again: "Young Master, go to bed."

Lin Qingyu closed her eyes, suppressing the upsurge in malice. He blew out the candle, leaving only a red candle in front of the bed. Lu Wancheng was still wearing Jinfan's suit, lying outside the quilt, which might make it uncomfortable to sleep in this way.

But what does it matter to him? He wished that Lu Wancheng would never wake up.

Lin Qingyu walked to the bed, and his eyes fell on Lu Wancheng's hand placed on his chest.

The Lin family is a medical family. Lin Qingyu studied medicine with his father since childhood. When he was a teenager, he left home to study and worshipped a famous teacher. Just by looking at Lu Wancheng's complexion, he knew that Lu Wancheng was dyingly ill and must be suffering from severe illness.

In order to confirm this, Lin Qingyu condescended to explore the veins of this sick seedling. Lu Wancheng's wrists were frighteningly cold, as if they were fished out of cold water.

Just like what he had guessed, Lu Wancheng's vitality was exhausted, and there was already a sign of a deadly pulse. Unless the genius doctor reincarnated, Lu Wancheng would not survive for half a year at most.

He only had to endure for half a year. When Lu Wancheng passed away, he would be relieved.

Lin Qingyu unconsciously used force on his hand, leaving two shallow marks on Lu Wancheng's wrist.

Suddenly, the pale fingertips moved.

Lin Qingyu instinctively let go. Lu Wancheng's hand fell back to the bed, only to see his eyes rolled under his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lu Wancheng is going to wake up?

Lin Qingyu had a solemn expression and stared at Lu Wancheng unblinkingly. In his sword-like gaze, Lu Wancheng slowly opened his eyes.

There was a mist in Lu Wancheng's eyes, and it seemed that he couldn't see anything. When the mist in his eyes dissipated, a trace of puzzlement appeared: "Huh...? Where did the classical beauty come from..."

Oh, Deng's apprentice. I'm almost dying of illness and don't forget to be called a beauty.

Lin Qingyu said coldly: "You are awake."

Lu Wancheng was in a daze for a moment, and asked in a dumb voice, "Who are you?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Qingyu's eyes: "Don't you know me?"

It was the first time the two met, but as long as Lu Wancheng's brain grows, he should understand what he looks like in his body.

Lu Wancheng shook his head, coughed dully, and said, "Although it is very old-fashioned, I still want to ask: Where is this and why am I here?"

Lin Qingyu: "..." Could it be that the sick seed is stupid? Or, Lu Wancheng didn't even know about this marriage?

Before Chongxi, he heard his father mention Lu Wancheng's condition. It is said that Lu Wancheng has been dizzy and unconscious for the past month. If this is the case, Lu Wancheng is likely to be completely ignorant of this marriage.

Lin Qingyu's expression eased a little: "My name is Lin and my name is Qingyu."

"Lin Qingyu? Lin...Qing...Yu." Lu Wancheng said his name, as if thinking of something, "The beauty doctor who died in the East Palace?"

Lin Qingyu frowned: "What?"

Lu Wancheng looked at him for a moment, with a look of stunned expression, and suddenly struggling to try to sit up.

Out of the doctor's habit, Lin Qingyu pushed the patient back in the disorder, "What do you want to do."

"Mirror." Lu Wancheng covered his chest with one hand, and pointed at the bronze mirror on the cabinet with one finger. His hair was scattered on a pillow, "Ahem, give me the mirror."

Mirror?

Lin Qingyu handed the bronze mirror to Lu Wancheng and asked, "What's wrong with this mirror?"

Lu Wancheng saw himself in the mirror, seeing a ghost, his eyes widened suddenly. His expression seemed to have a thousand words to say, after a long while, he almost couldn't breathe, but in the end he said only one word: "...Fuck."

The maidservant of the night watch heard the movement in the Xifang, knocked on the door and asked, "Young Master, what happened?"

Lin Qingyu looked at Lu Wancheng who was struck by lightning, and said indifferently: "Tell you Master Hou and Madam, Master Hou is awake."

The handmaid immediately sent someone to report Nan'an Hou and Madam Hou, and then invited the doctor. After a while, the wedding room was full of people, and Lin Qingyu stood on the outermost side, instead acting like an outsider.

Although Dr. Zhang who diagnosed Lu Wancheng's pulse is not an imperial doctor, he is also a famous doctor in Beijing. Doctor Zhang stroked his beard and said in disbelief, "This is the first time this old man has encountered this situation after decades of practicing medicine."

Madam Hou said eagerly: "Doctor Zhang, what is he late Cheng..."

"Madam, don't worry, it's a good thing that Master Xiaohou can wake up. It's the pulse condition... Yesterday, the old man also diagnosed Master Xiaohou's pulse. At that time, Master Xiaohou's vitality was exhausted, and he was not far from the five decays of heaven and man. But now, it's as if he has changed a person." Doctor Zhang was amazed, "It's like the help of a god, suddenly injected a burst of vitality into him."

Lin Qingyu thought quietly. Lu Wancheng got better suddenly. It was not a return to light, but a bit weird. He hadn't seen a similar case in medical books.

Madam Hou was taken aback and asked: "Then his illness is about to get better?"

The doctor did not dare to assert, and considered: "At least there is a glimmer of life."

"Okay, okay..." Madam Hou shed tears with excitement, "Wan Cheng, did you hear that? Your illness has taken a turn for the better."

Lu Wancheng didn't have any special reaction, only said, "I heard it."

The doctor said again, "Madam, Xiao Houye only wakes up, and he still needs to rest."

Madam Hou wiped away her tears and said, "Then mother won't interrupt you to rest—what about Qingyu? Where is Young Master?"

Everyone looked at each other. Lin Qingyu stepped forward and said, "Madam."

Madam Hou held his hand and said with a smile: "Qingyu, as soon as you marry into the Hou Mansion, Wan Cheng's illness has improved. The Chinese teacher really has a brilliant plan, you are Wan Cheng's savior. We Wan Cheng, please come to me in the future is you."

Lu Wancheng raised his head and looked at Lin Qingyu.

Lin Qingyu smiled and said, "Madam, don't worry, I will take care of Master Xiaohou with all my heart."

The grandmother beside Madam Hou joked: "Hey, don't you call Master Xiaohou like us, you have to be called ‘husband’—"

Everyone laughed, and no one noticed that Lin Qingyu's hand in the sleeves of the Xi suit was quietly clenched.

Everyone dispersed, the peace in the Xi room was restored again, and the red candle was about to burn to its end.

Lu Wancheng lay silent on the bed, frowning and loosening, as if trying to remember something.

Lin Qingyu didn't bother to pay attention to him, standing by the window, looking at the strange bright moon outside the window, she seemed to be covered with moonlight.

I don't know how long, Lu Wancheng let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Buddy...oh, that's not right—beautiful woman, come here."

Lin Qingyu said coolly, "Who are you calling?"

Lu Wancheng smiled and said, "Is there anyone else here?"

Lin Qingyu turned around. The swaying candlelight dyed a trace of crimson blush on his cheeks, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were as bright as a peony.

People are beautiful, but they don't seem to have a good temper.

Lu Wancheng coughed twice and nodded for Lin Qingyu to sit down. Lin Qingyu only stood by the bed, keeping an arm's distance from Lu Wancheng.

"I was sorting out my clues just now." Lu Wancheng's tone was calm, without the rush when he first woke up.

Lin Qingyu said indifferently: "What are you thinking about and what do you do with me."

"It's a bit of a relationship. Because I think about your clues." Lu Wancheng just said these few words, already a little weak and pale, "If I came a few days earlier, I would definitely not agree to this marriage. , Let you marry me and keep the widow of the dead."

Lin Qingyu's expression was numb: "What use are you saying now."

"Indeed. Now we are married, and Tang also worships. The whole capital knows that we are husband and wife."

Lin Qingyu sneered: "No."

"Um?"

Lin Qingyu mocked: "We don't have a worship hall. You have been falling asleep, and I worshipped a big cock."

Lu Wancheng sneered: "It's okay. It's fine, you don't have to worship, you don't have to take this marriage seriously. I will not live for half a year, so you will be wronged for half a year. When I die, you will carry my inheritance. It's not too bad to go back to Lin Mansion and be happy."

Lin Qingyu was startled, and said suspiciously, "Is there such a good thing?"

"Yes. But how much inheritance you can bring home depends on your own ability." Lu Wancheng leaned back on a soft pillow, in a lazy tone, "I have a broken body, so I won't go to play house fighting. Nan'an Houfu Shuitai Deep, I can’t grasp it, I just want to eat and wait to die, and be a salted fish."