The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 169 General He
Unexpectedly, Mo Wen coughed suddenly, and the bright red blood continuously slid down the corner of his lips. Bai Lijing got too close, and couldn't help feeling sick, but she didn't have time to retch, so she said loudly: "Come here! Go and ask Miracle Doctor Sun! Just say that the son-in-law vomited blood!"

The maid hurriedly went, and hurriedly returned, reporting: "Sun doctor said, vomiting blood is normal, this is the effect of herbs, let the son-in-law continue to soak."

An hour passed, and the medicinal herbs and clean spring water were replaced. After a while, the water turned dark again. Mo Wen was still leaning against Bailijing's arms, never opening his eyes.

At this time, a maid came in and said that the young master of Li Mansion sent someone to invite Princess Jing to tell her a story.

Bai Lijing was drenched in Mo Wen, her vision was blurred by the steaming water vapor, her long coiled hair was scattered and wet, at this moment, how could she have any thoughts of getting together to reminisce about the old days, her eyes were full of only Thinking about how to make Mo Wen feel better.

"Tell Li Shu that I'm not free." Bai Lijing said.

Based on the friendship between Bai Lijing and Li Shu for many years, this sentence is not too much, but when the boy told Li Shu, Li Shu was so angry that he smashed the plate in his hand and cursed: "Damn it! No time! She has no time every day! She stays in the mansion every day and guards that sick child! She doesn’t have time to come and see a dead person!” As she spoke, she kicked the person lying on the ground, “Hey, Situ He, Master warns you, get up when you’ve had enough fun! Don’t look for death and life like a woman! There is no grass anywhere in the world, so you just have to bump into a flower to die?!”

Situ He was so drunk last night, when Li Shu came back and saw him, he didn't dare to send him back to the Marshal's Mansion, so he had to book a private room in a restaurant to serve him all night.Li Li's idol is Jing Xiaobai, and of course he hoped to be blessed by Jing Xiaobai on his birthday, so Li Shu sent someone to invite him. On the one hand, it was also for Situ He, but he couldn't invite him three times and four times. , I can't help him not being angry.

But unexpectedly, Situ He didn't continue to stand up the corpse, but rubbed his head and sat up slowly, his bright red coat was still open, but his mind seemed to be much clearer, he raised his foot and kicked Li Shu over Li Shu immediately became unsteady and lay down on the ground, grinning his teeth and preparing to curse, when he heard Situ He's clear voice: "It's fine if she doesn't come, Mr. Husband!" After all, how can we people compare? Aren’t we going to celebrate Li Li’s birthday, why don’t we leave?”

Li Shu put his hands on the ground and was about to get up, but when he heard Situ He's words, he fell down again, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. This good-for-nothing guy died for a day and two nights, and when he woke up, he said something amazing, saying that your husband is too big , Why can't we people compare... This is the tone he always uses, okay?

After Situ He washed and dressed neatly and stood in front of Li Shu again, with red clothes and black hair, and clear eyes, Li Shu couldn't help but secretly swallowed his saliva, really wanting to call those low-brow bastards from the small town to come and have a look It is called the best among men——Different from Mo Wen's weakness and Han Ye's desolation, Situ He's handsome and clear, with a strong sense of righteousness, spread from the corners of his brows and eyes to his whole body, his gestures are bright and upright, without a trace of haze .

Li Shu was dumbfounded, he didn't catch up until Situ He's people had gone far away, and asked stupidly: "In such a hurry, where are you going?!"

Situ He didn't turn his head back: "Where is the birthday party booked?"

Li Shu was choked and hit his head violently with a fan: "Yes! Look at my poor memory!" He stepped forward and grabbed Situ He's arm: "He, why don't you go shopping first, eat Something to sober up and relax, I'll go home... Isn't there some kind of ceremony? My old man takes it very seriously. Maybe all the empresses in the palace have come. When the banquet at home is over, let's go Come out and celebrate."

"Didn't you say it earlier?" Situ He stopped walking.

Li Shu squinted his small eyes and smiled meanly: "Didn't you think that your old man would lie down for a few days and nights! How did you expect to get up so soon! Isn't it great to look energetic now!" After reading Looking at the rising sun in the sky, he said anxiously: "Oh, that's it, let's meet on the third floor of Bibo Pavilion at Shen Shizheng!"

After finishing speaking, Li Shu climbed into the carriage driven by the servant, and headed for Uncle's Mansion in Chengdong in a hurry.

The endless noise in his ears disappeared in an instant, leaving only all kinds of people coming and going on the street, Situ He's phoenix eyes suddenly dimmed.

He couldn't hear the sounds around him, because he could ignore them all. He walked aimlessly along the bustling morning market. In front of him was the Zhuangyuan Bridge. The old sweet potato seller had added some gray hair and was bending over to clean the stove. If you don't see him, maybe you have already forgotten him.

Standing on the bridge and looking down, the river water is clear, reflecting the shadow of his black hair in red clothes... Everyone is living their ordinary life as usual, day after day like flowing water, they have never noticed that he is missing by his side A person is just one person missing, nothing else has changed, so no one will feel sad, nor will they be depressed because of it...

On the first day of May, there was an endless stream of people going to Fahua Temple to offer incense. The woman held a bamboo basket full of joss sticks and other things, and heard the bell ringing in Fahua Temple from a distance.

Situ He stretched out his hand to caress the red rope on his left wrist, and walked involuntarily in the direction of Fahua Temple.According to the decree promulgated by Emperor Jingyuan not long ago, Fahua Temple has been renamed "Zhenguo Temple", but the people in Shengjing are used to it, and they still like to call it Fahua Temple.

There are many people praying in front of the Buddha, but there are very few men. Perhaps the men are too confident or feel embarrassed, and feel that they should not act like daughters in full view.Therefore, Situ He knelt in front of the Buddha for an hour, which attracted many puzzled and speculative eyes from the pilgrims who came and went. Handsome men in red clothes and black hair are already rare, and men who worship Buddha without shy away are even more curious. What did he say to the Buddha, and how many incomprehensible thoughts he hid, the melancholy between his brows could not dissipate.

When the bell for thanking guests in the temple rang, Situ He stepped out of the high threshold of the Daxiong Hall, turned his head and saw Mulian coming from the direction of the Medicine Master Pagoda, no different from ordinary pilgrims, it seemed that someone in the family was seriously ill and needed help. Ask Medicine Buddha to bless you.

The sick man was shot by nine arrows and was about to die. Jing Xiaobai kept close to him, and Mulian had to do things like praying to God and worshiping Buddha on his behalf.Situ He never had any doubts about Mulian's side and her purpose of coming to Fahua Temple, and he didn't stop Mulian, and asked what was going on in Xiangguo's mansion, and was the girl who hurt him still crying?
He didn't ask, and chose a way out of the temple that was completely opposite to Mulian's. He didn't want to humiliate himself anymore.

As soon as he got to the bottom of the hundred-level stone steps, a group of men in fine clothes poured out from the corner door beside him, discussing something enthusiastically, the leader stopped him: "General He!"

(End of this chapter)