Heaven's Beloved took the adoption manual of the sick apprentice

Chapter 50

In Ming's study, a woman in a black dragon robe was reading a memorial at her desk.

"Baicang hasn't brought His Highness back yet?" Zhong Liqing put down the memorial he had just annotated in his hand and put it aside. He looked at the sky and it was already getting late, and asked with a frown.

Ranye stood aside and said, "Go back to your Majesty, I haven't come back yet."

"What actions did Jiang Yu take after he came back?" Zhong Liqing opened a memorial and mentioned Wen Yunqing's name at the signature. It suddenly occurred to him that the Wen family seemed to have an older, unmarried son who had a close relationship with Jiang Yu.

"My subordinates haven't received any news, but spies have come to report. It seems that Jiang Yu has released news to the outside world that he will not marry anyone within a hundred years."

When Zhong Liqing heard the words, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. If others don't know the specific situation, how can she not know?

It's only a hundred years. For Jiang Yu, who has lived for who knows how many years, it is nothing at all. He can easily make others quit despite difficulties, so why not say that.

Zhong Liqing was even more curious about who pushed Jiang Yu to such an extent.

"Who did she say these words to?" Zhong Liqing rarely felt comfortable, so he asked one more question.

"I heard that the youngest daughter of the Wen family took someone to ask in person."

"Wen... Wen Zhining, the one who joined the Hanlin Academy two years ago?"

Zhong Liqing was a little surprised. She still had some impressions of the Wen family's youngest daughter. In the imperial examination three years ago, Zhong Liqing personally wrote the questions and discussed strategies in the court.

Everyone else spoke in perfect order, but this girl's face was flushed, with beads of sweat on her forehead. She looked very nervous and was hesitating and unable to speak.

At that time, even Wen Yunqing became nervous and hurriedly knelt down to apologize: "My daughter is very introverted. On such an important occasion, she is even more nervous when she glimpses the face of the Lord. This is too rude. I hope the Lord will punish you lightly."

Zhong Liqing originally planned to remove Wen Ningzhi, but when she walked down and saw the strategy written by Wen Zhining in ink on the table, he immediately decided to keep her.

At least in Zhong Liqing's view, Wen Ningzhi's outstanding literary talent can completely make up for his character flaws.

But I didn't expect that after staying in Hanlin for a few years, I forcibly turned an introverted little girl into a hot-tempered person, and even scared Jiang Yu.

"Has the matter been resolved?" Zhong Liqing continued to ask, maybe this time is a rare opportunity.

Ranye shook his head and whispered: "No, but it is said that the two families have agreed yesterday to meet at Liuting Terrace in the north of the city tomorrow evening to resolve the matter."

Zhong Liqing lowered her eyes, a complicated light flashed in her eyes. After thinking for a moment, she whispered a few words into Ranye's ear, and then waved to her.

Ranye retreated to the stage.

"When the emperor comes back, let him come to see me. If there is nothing else, you can go down first."

"My subordinates, please leave." Ran Ye bowed and left.

After the person closed the door and went out, Zhong Liqing half leaned on the seat and rubbed his eyes with his hands, looking a little tired.

Wen Yunqing clearly knew that he didn't like Jiang Yu, and he was still determined to marry his son to her.

And for so many years, Wen Yunqing actually allowed his son to remain unmarried, dreaming of arranging a marriage.

It's nonsense.

Zhong Liqing had almost rested. He sat up and held the pen in his hand. Perhaps the people in the court needed to be purged. It was time to let them know who was in charge of the court?

The pen barrel broke, and thick ink fell on the memorial and smeared. Zhong Liqing only glanced at it and threw the memorial away.

An announcement came from outside the door, "Your Majesty, the emperor's husband wishes to see you."

"Announce him in."

"Here."

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In the evening, Jiang Yu leaned on the couch, holding a travel journal in his hand and reading it, which was quite interesting.

Just when I was about to take a break after reading this page, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Jiang Yu closed the book and looked out the door.

"Master, it's me. Have you rested?" Song Heqing stood outside the door and asked in a low voice.

"Wei Zeng, what's the matter?" Jiang Yu put down the book in his hand, picked up the coat hanging on the screen, put it on, and opened the door.

Song Heqing looked down at Jiang Yu's questioning gaze and coughed lightly, "Master, I have something to tell you. Can I come in?"

Jiang Yu suppressed the doubts in his heart and turned around to let Song Heqing follow him in.

The two of them sat at the table. Jiang Yu looked at the tea cup and asked, "If you want to drink herbal tea, pour it yourself."

Song Heqing just sat down and stood up again. He quickly poured two cups of tea and placed one cup in front of Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu took the tea, rubbed the lines on the celadon cup, and whispered: "Why are you so anxious that you have to ask at night?"

"Master... I really want to ask you something." Song Heqing tightly squeezed the quilt in her hands, her bluish-white knuckles were blood-red at the edges due to too much squeezing.

"If you have any questions, just ask directly. You don't have to beat around the bush. I don't like it." Jiang Yu said bluntly. Although her little apprentice is weak, her mind is not straightforward, and she always has some small twists and turns.

If Jiang Yu hadn't said this, it wouldn't be certain that the young apprentice suddenly changed his words on a whim.

"Master, you said before that those who embark on the path of immortality will not have an afterlife, but is it possible..." Song Heqing stopped as he spoke.

"What's possible?" Jiang Yu's patience was a bit exhausted. She stretched out her hand and gently pinched her little apprentice's fair and smooth face, pretending to be angry, "If you have something to say, just say it. If you don't say it again, I will kick you out."

Song Heqing looked at Jiang Yu with a calm expression, fearing that she would be angry, and did not dare to hide it anymore, "I would like to ask, is it possible for a person who cultivates immortality to be reincarnated again?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yu stared at Song Heqing closely, looking at his evasive eyes and panicked hands that didn't know where to put them, "Why do you ask this suddenly? Without special circumstances, reincarnation is of course impossible."

"That's it." Song Heqing's flustered hands finally retracted into the wide cuffs, and gradually clenched into fists.

"Anything else to ask?"

"No, no more." Song Heqing said quickly, stood up, and was about to leave.

Before he could fully stand up, Jiang Yu, who had stood up, suddenly pressed his shoulders on his shoulders and pinned him down on the seat.

"I told you, can you leave? Song Heqing, you look very wrong. What happened?"

"I'm fine, it's just..." Song Heqing's eyes suddenly fell on the book Jiang Yu had thrown on the couch, "In the book, I saw a story. The plot of the story said that the male protagonist was an immortal cultivator, but after his death he died. I feel very strange that I can reincarnate to find my lover in my previous life, so I wanted to ask you."

After Song Heqing finished speaking, he quietly raised his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

Jiang Yu had a panoramic view of his movements, but he didn't expose his lies.

"Not all what is said in the book is false. The world is so big and full of wonders. There will always be a few exceptions. What is there to scare you?" Jiang Yu slowly approached Song Heqing and raised his hand to twist the white handkerchief. Gently wipe the sweat on the little apprentice's forehead.

"Well, what are you afraid of?" Jiang Yu continued to ask.

"No, apprentice, I'm not afraid." Song Heqing backed away slightly.

"is it?"

　It's a little late, my friends, Happy Lantern Festival! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)