Married Thrice to Salted Fish - Chapter 67

With Lin Qingyu's remarriage, Huantong and Hualu also followed to the General's Mansion. Both of them were very entangled with Gu Fuzhou.

Huantong is okay, he is Lin Qingyu's after all. No matter what Lin Qingyu wanted to do, he would raise his hands and feet in favor. Although he was a little bit pitiful for Lord Lu Xiaohou, the general was too brave. Yesterday he also saw the general annoyed the young master for some reason. In order to make the young master happy, the general performed a boulder with a broken chest on the school field. Can he change to Lu Xiaohou? Not to mention the broken boulders, the brick was pressed on Lu Xiaohou's chest, and within half an hour, the others would be gone.

Water flows to lower place, man goes to higher position. If the young master of his family wants to remarry, he must marry more severely. This is fine.

Needless to say, Hualu is Lu Wancheng's closest servant girl. When Lu Wancheng was alive, he treated her like a younger sister. The reason why she was willing to follow Lin Qingyu was because of her respect and love to Lin Qingyu, but more because of Lord Lu Xiaohou. She knew that Master Xiaohou cared most, and it was Lin Qingyu who was most concerned, so she wanted to stay with Lin Qingyu and take care of him for Master Xiaohou.

However, Lin Qingyu seemed to have completely forgotten Master Xiaohou. He and General Gu, who were newly married to Yan'er, kept sticking together all the time, and moved the bunk bed designed by Xiao Hou Ye into the wedding room. Xiao Hou Yequan knows but doesn't know how sad it will be. She admires the general, but if she wants her to choose, she must be on the side of Master Xiaohou.

Hualu has nothing to do with the city, and the thoughts are written on his face, and the look in Gu Fuzhou's eyes is always a little bit of resentment. Gu Fuzhou guessed what she was thinking, and was about to stir up bad thoughts.

The new year is approaching, and the weather is getting colder and colder. Although it hasn't snowed yet, the cold wind blows on the face and it is painful like a knife. Gu Fuzhou didn't know what kind of wind he was smoking, and left it in the warm room. He insisted on La Lin Qingyu to go to the yard for dinner.

Gu Fuzhou ordered someone to move out a stove, with charcoal burning under the stove, and a large washed stone covered on it. When the stones were hot, Gu Fuzhou applied a layer of oil on it, and put the meat slices cut by the chef on top for roasting. The hot oil dripped along the texture of the barbecue, making a sizzling sound, which made people move their index fingers.

Lin Qingyu saw it strangely, and he saw this way of eating for the first time. Gu Fuzhou roasted a few slices of lamb first, and put them in Lin Qingyu's bowl after roasting: "Qingyu, try it."

Lin Qingyu took a small bite and said with restraint: "It can only be said to be average, the smell is very heavy."

"Don't you eat mutton with a stinky smell?" Gu Fuzhou picked up a slice of fat and thin five-flowered pork, "try this again and open your mouth."

Lin Qingyu hesitated for a moment, opened her mouth, and allowed Gu Fuzhou to send the things in. Gu Fuzhou Yu Guang saw Hualu on the side with sad eyes, raised his voice, and asked, "Qingyu, have you eaten barbecue with your ex-husband?"

Lin Qingyu: "..." What's wrong with this person again.

Gu Fuzhou touched his chin, and said, "The general heard that Lu Xiaohou is weak, he has to take a wheelchair wherever he goes, and he can't eat these greasy things. What fun can you have with him before."

"The general is right." Lin Qingyu said coolly, "It can only be said that fortunately, Lord Lu Xiaohou died early."

Hualu stared at Lin Qingyu in disbelief—how could the young master say such things!

Gu Fuzhou asked again: "Then do you prefer Lu Xiaohou, or this general?"

Lin Qingyu rolled her eyes: "Are you all bored?"

The appearance of the big beauty rolling her eyes is also pleasing to the eye. Gu Fuzhou smiled and said, "To tell the truth, this general will not eat the jealousy of a dead person."

Lin Qingyu almost cried when she saw the flower dew, and said, "Then I like Master Lu Xiaohou better."

Hualu was moved and said: "Master..."

Gu Fuzhou put on an expression of surprise and disappointment. He still didn't forget to continue feeding Lin Qingyu: "How can this be? Is it because this general did not agree with his wife?"

Lin Qingyu bent her lips: "Lord Lu Xiaohou is younger than the general and more beautiful than the general. I like young and beautiful people, what's wrong?"

Gu Fuzhou: "..."

Lin Qingyu saw that the beef that Gu Fuzhou gave him was still red, and said, "This is not cooked yet."

Gu Fuzhou told him: "The beef is only medium-cooked."

Lin Qingyu disgustedly threw the "tri-ripe" beef into Gu Fuzhou's bowl: "You can simply put the beef in the sun, and the half-ripe beef is more delicious."

Lin Qingyu's words "like young and beautiful" made Gu Fuzhou awake at night. Lin Qingyu slept on the lower bunk, and heard the movement of him turning over from time to time, which made him unable to sleep peacefully. "You can fall asleep as soon as you touch the pillow." Lin Qingyu asked, "what happened today."

Gu Fuzhou turned over from the bed, sat down beside Lin Qingyu, and asked anxiously: "Qingyu, do you really like Lu Wancheng's body better?"

It turned out to be for this.

Lu Wancheng and Gu Fuzhou are both handsome men of the first class, but their handsome forms are quite different. Lu Wancheng is noble and Gu Fuzhou is heroic, no matter which one he sees is very pleasing to the eye. But if he is allowed to choose, he still prefers Gu Fuzhou's current body. Being healthy, free from disaster and disease, is more important than anything else.

Lin Qingyu could see that Gu Fuzhou really minded this question, so he stopped mocking and said honestly: "On the outside, Lu Wancheng and Gu Fuzhou have their own merits; on the inside, they are both you. As long as it's you, it's for me. It makes no difference."

Gu Fuzhou laughed slowly. It was windy at night, and he was only wearing bedclothes, it was inevitable that he was a little bit cold. Gu Fuzhou put his hand into Lin Qingyu's quilt and lay down on the side of the bed and said, "You said so nicely. If I wear an ugly monster this time, you will definitely not let me put my hand in your quilt."

Lin Qingyu couldn't deny: "Indeed, I chop off my hands for you." Although he doesn't judge people by appearance, he has to look at things like his husband every day, so ugliness will inevitably affect his mood.

Gu Fuzhou's hands gradually became dishonest, but no matter how dishonest they were, there was a bottom line. The most excessive thing was that they squeezed Lin Qingyu's waist secretly, but did not pinch any fat. "The author of "Huaibuzhijun" has been certified. You are the best looking one in the whole book. No one can surprise you because of your appearance.

Lin Qingyu thought for a while and said, "There is a person's appearance that has surprised me."

"Really." Gu Fuzhou asked suspiciously, "Who?"

Lin Qingyu looked at him: "Really."

Gu Fuzhou said uncomfortably, "What does he look like?"

"...Forgot." As soon as he woke up from the dream, he forgot, except for the amazing feeling.

"It all amazes you, how could you forget? You still have such a good memory."

"I don't know." Lin Qingyu didn't want to show Gu Fuzhou a good face when he thought of that dream. Gu Fuzhou's hand was thrown out of the bed by him: "Get on top and go to sleep."

On the third day after their marriage, the two returned to Lin Mansion. The return ceremony was prepared by Yuan Yin's help. He was instructed by Gu Fuzhou to prepare a ceremony that was twice as high as Lin Qingyu's first return. The warehouses in the Lin Mansion were so full that they had to vacate a few rooms for gifts.

Gu Fuzhou and Lin Qingyu offered tea to their parents again. After that, Gu Fuzhou took out the gift for Lin Qinghe—a saber that he used for a while, and Lin Qinghe was just right at his age. Lin Qinghe accepted his gift and said respectfully, "Thank you, General."

Lin Qinghe was taught very well by his parents and brothers, and he looked like a young man in the family in front of outsiders. He would only act like a baby in front of his family. When Gu Fuzhou was still Lu Wancheng, he was one of his coquettish objects. At this moment, seeing Lin Qinghe disagree with himself like this, he couldn't help but say: "Qinghe, how did you call Lu Xiaohou before?"

Thinking of Lu Wancheng, Lin Qinghe pursed his lips, and said sadly: "I call him'Brother Wancheng'."

"Then you call me like that now."

Lin Qinghe peeked at his brother, and when he saw his brother nodded, Fang said, "Yes, Uncle Gu."

Gu Fuzhou's face was cracked.

Mother Lin hurriedly said, "Qinghe, don't bark. Your call is messed up."

Lin Qingyu gloated: "The general is more than twenty years older than Qinghe. It is difficult for him to be called "brother"."

After returning from the Lin Mansion, Gu Fuzhou fell into depression. It's not that the uncle called is depressed, but the three-day marriage leave has passed, and tomorrow he will get up early to go to court again.

There was one person in the General's Mansion who was more depressed than Gu Fuzhou, and that was Yuan Yin. Yuan Yin found Lin Qingyu and smiled bitterly: "If you ask the general to get up tomorrow, please ask Madam."

Lin Qingyu said calmly: "Don't worry."

Yuan Yin was uneasy, and said a few more words: "The madam just got married, I am afraid I don’t know. Since the general came back from Yongliang, it seems like she has narcolepsy, and she can’t wake up no matter what she calls in the morning. Please also ask your wife half an hour in advance. Start calling the general to give the general some buffer time."

Lin Qingyu smiled deeply: "I may be more experienced than you in getting him up."

Yuan Yin was so shocked that he didn't dare to ask more, and said with a smile: "Then there will be Mrs. Lao."

When Dayu's early dynasty was set in Mao, the average officials would get up in five hours. When the hour came, Lin Qingyu finished washing and dressing, and woke the person up with nose pinching: "General, it's time to go up."

Gu Fuzhou grabbed the quilt painfully: "I don't want to go to court. Qingyu, I don't want to go to court."

"What's the use of you telling me."

Gu Fuzhou closed his eyes: "I've decided, I'm going to take a leave of absence - or I can just disarm and return to the field."

Lin Qingyu ignored him, quickly opened the quilt, and then summoned his servants to wait for Gu Fuzhou to freshen up.

Gu Fuzhou's face was gloomy and terrifying because of getting up. His face is full of deterrence when he is cold, making people afraid to approach. Lin Qingyu asked the maid who was waiting for him to retreat and tidy up the official uniform for him.

Gu Fuzhou looked down at the appearance of Lin Qingyu earnestly tying his belt, got up more than half of his anger, and asked, "Qingyu, will you send me to the court?"

Lin Qingyu raised her eyes and glanced at him: "How old are you, do you want someone to send it to the court?"

Gu Fuzhou didn't feel ashamed at all: "I heard Wu Zhan say that every time he leaves the house, his wife will send him off. Every time he goes back to the house, he can still drink the soup made by his wife herself—I really envy others. Of course. I don't want you to cook the soup. After all, Doctor Lin's hands are used for big things."

Gu Fuzhou babbled. Lin Qingyu picked up the official hat, gestured, and found that he couldn't reach Gu Fuzhou's head, and said, "Head down."

Gu Fuzhou bent down so that Lin Qingyu could help him wear an official hat.

Lin Qingyu scrutinized Gu Fuzhou and said, "I will send the general to the court."

Gu Fuzhou was stunned, and smiled: "I'm joking, it's cold outside. Just stay at home and wait for me to come back."

"Don't talk nonsense." Lin Qingyu put on a snow-white fox fur, "go away."

Gu Fuzhou chuckled to himself, followed Lin Qingyu, and said: "Qingyu, do you know the three words'Don't Talk Nonsense', how do you say in my hometown?"

"How to say."

"'Don't beep beep'."

"Remember." Lin Qingyu said, "However, you don't like me speaking your native dialect."

Gu Fuzhou sighed: "Oh, you have learned everything, it's better to learn more. If you go to my hometown someday, you can communicate with my fellow villagers without barriers."

Lin Qingyu gave people away only to the gate of the General's Mansion. He watched Gu Fuzhou leave in a carriage, and said to Hua Lu behind him: "Hua Lu, have you realized it."

Hualu didn't realize it at all, and shook her head blankly: "Master, what am I going to realize?"

Lin Qingyu sneered: "You must not marry a slacker who is younger than yourself in the future. Otherwise, you might have to brave the cold to send him to court in the winter morning."

Hualu has realized it, but hasn't fully realized it-where is the slacker younger than the young master?