Raiders of the favorite concubine of Qing Dynasty

Chapter 41

After taking a bath, I changed into a light yellow dress, and the clothes here actually fit my size. I think this was specially made by Fulin, and I couldn't help being touched.

It was raining lightly outside, leaning against the bamboo building and watching, it was a pleasant scenery. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the water flowed down from the eaves of the bamboo building, hitting the wooden boards, making a clattering sound.I lost my mood to watch the rain, and I wondered if Fulin had brought an umbrella.

I once asked myself, if Fulin was just the emperor, would I still care about Jiang Jinyue without Jiang Jinyue's appearance, of course I couldn't think of an answer, because there is no if in reality.Sometimes Fulin's temperament is very similar to Jiang Jinyue's, he treats people well but doesn't show it, and cherishes words like gold, so that I sometimes can't tell the difference.

I don't know if this counts as betrayal, but this is the only meaning I can think of for living here.

I was walking in the yard with an umbrella, thinking about whether to go out to find him, but after a while I gave up.I am not familiar with this place, the rainy day darkened extremely quickly, and my vision was blurred. I was afraid that I would not be able to find anyone, and I would lose myself instead.I went into the kitchen and cooked ginger soup while boiling hot water.If it rains, it would be better for Fulin to drink ginger soup and take a hot bath.I knew before that my character was not flattering, too rational and not impulsive. If I had been a little more impulsive and unscrupulous, wouldn't Jiang Jin and I have been together sooner?

I smiled bitterly, but unfortunately there is no if in reality.

About half an hour later, I heard the sound of horseshoes in the yard. It should be that Fulin has returned.It was still raining heavily outside, so I held an umbrella and searched for the sound.

Fulin got off the horse, drenched all over, I handed him the umbrella: "Master, I will wait for you to take a bath and change clothes, and I will drink some ginger soup to drive away the cold later."

"Qin Yu said, you are not feeling well." Fulin said without moving half a step, looking at me firmly.

Feeling unwell, how did Qin Yu explain it?I responded casually: "It doesn't matter, it's already much better."

"Since you're not feeling well, you don't need to wait on me today. Just keep the ginger soup in the bedroom, and I'll drink it later." Fulin's eyes were different from the bottomless eyes in the past, but there was a bit of warmth in them. I felt uncomfortable being looked at by him , then lowered his head.

"I don't remember what happened before, so you should forget it too." After saying this, Fulin turned around and went up to the bamboo building.

It was night, accompanied by the sound of rain pattering outside the house, I fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, I only remembered that the dream was very sweet and comfortable, but I couldn’t remember what I dreamed.

The rain outside the house was still lingering, and there was no intention of stopping at all. I was secretly happy that it seemed that there was no need to practice swords today, haha.

After breakfast, Fulin and I went back to the bedroom, it was too cold and damp outside to stay for long.He sat on the recliner and flipped through the booklets as usual. I was surprised that he always had stacks of booklets, and I didn't know where they came from.Fulin has been out of the palace for so long, and I don't know who is taking care of the government affairs.I wondered if there was someone who sent important notebooks on a regular basis, but in this way, there was a possibility of revealing his whereabouts, and it didn't matter if he thought that Fulin Yi Gao was bold.

I was so bored, I looked at the bookshelves, and I didn't know what I could use to relieve my boredom.On the bookshelf are some techniques of emperors, the way of Confucius and Mencius. I was about to give up, but at the end I saw a book called The Peony Pavilion.

In my impression, The Peony Pavilion was written by Tang Xianzu in the Ming Dynasty. In this period of rampant anti-Qing and Ming Dynasty, I am puzzled that there are still operas from the Ming Dynasty here.But just as I wanted, I finally have something to pass the time.

"The Peony Pavilion" is included in high school Chinese textbooks, and I still have a little impression of it. I still remember the part of Du Liniang's resurrection.

The ancient texts are difficult, so I asked Fulin when I encountered something that I really didn't understand.

"Master, Fu Neng was born in the midst of finding what he dreamed of, what does this sentence mean?" I looked at Fulin curiously.

"I can find the person I dreamed of in the dark and come back to life." Fulin didn't know when he became a master who answered questions.

"Oh……"

"Those who are waiting to be crowned and kept secret are all in the form of skeletons. What does this sentence mean?"

"It's only superficial to say that you don't become close until after you resign."

……

So you come and go, after I read the whole Peony Pavilion, Fulin probably understands it well.I lamented Du Liniang's brave pursuit of love, and put the book back in place.

I squinted my eyes and fell asleep, and Fushi wrote quickly, sometimes paused, and sometimes sighed softly.About half an hour later, it was lunch time.Hearing Qin Yu's voice, I immediately opened my eyes. Seeing him now was like meeting a savior, and I could finally have lunch.

"Qin Yu, how is Tang Wancheng recovering from his injury?" Fulin watched the dark clouds gradually dissipate, and it should be sunny tomorrow, and there is no time to delay.

"Originally, we could start our journey today with another externally applied herbal medicine, but we didn't bring much medicine with us this time, and it's gone. If we go to the city to buy medicine, we may not be able to make it." Qin Yu answered truthfully.

"What if I have to leave tomorrow?" Fulin paused, his words were full of majesty.

I looked at Qin Yu in sympathy, companions are like companions to tigers.

"Brother Qin, you are proficient in medicine. Are there any herbs that can cure trauma?" I asked while looking at the mountain not far away.

"There is a taste, Panax notoginseng, but Panax notoginseng can be picked before it blooms in autumn, and it is not yet the time." Qin Yu shook his head.

"I've heard a saying that a mountain has four seasons, and the sky is different for ten miles. The higher the mountain, the lower the temperature. The mountain in front of us is towering. If you look up, you might be able to find it." I looked at Qin Yu, He nodded in approval.

"Wan Shi is right. There was indeed such a wonderful scene when going up the mountain in the past. Now I will go up the mountain, but there is one thing I need to trouble Wan Shi." Qin Yu looked at Fulin as he said that, I was depressed, didn't you bother me? What do you see him doing?
Fulin nodded lightly.

Qin Yu immediately said to me: "It will be troublesome to decoct the medicine today, just use the previous amount."

I reluctantly nodded.

After lunch, I went to the hut along the previous road.Tang Wancheng was seen outside the house from a long distance away, and his expression was not very good.

"Young Master Tang is still outside the house in the rain. Are you in good health?" Seeing Tang Wancheng, I feel a sense of intimacy, perhaps it is the feeling of suffering after living together and dying together.

"I hurt my hand, what's the matter with my leg?" Tang Wancheng gave me a cold look, which made me a little at a loss. He ignored the raindrops outside and walked straight towards me without an umbrella, brushing past me. When I passed by, I heard his cold voice: "Should I not call you your mother?"

A coldness rose in my heart, he actually looked at me like this, I avoided his wound and grabbed his arm, and said calmly: "I see, you hurt your brain."

(End of this chapter)