Married Thrice to Salted Fish

The swaying red candle, the lingering ink fragrance, the hazy veil, and Lin Qingyu who had been crying for almost all night... all disappeared. But physically, there is still the feeling of dreams. It seemed that he was still being held tightly by Lin Qingyu. Lin Qingyu was begging him, begging him not to leave; he was still scolding him, asking him why he wanted to lie to him again.

After a moment of loss of consciousness, Jiang Xinghuo sat up, looked down at the position of his chest, raised his hand tremblingly, and covered it.

His heart beats hurriedly and vigorously, again and again, without the venomous embarrassment of his body, nor the pain of piercing the heart with arrows.

He is not dead, he is still alive. Unlike the previous two times, his new body has nothing unusual, and even has an unspeakable sense of belonging. It was like... as if returning to his own body.

The joy of the rest of my life is only a very short moment. Jiang woke up too late to think about the reason why he was resurrected again, so he got out of the bed barefoot and looked at everything around him.

Please, it must be Da Yu, it must be the world where Lin Qingyu exists. I beg you.

A terrible thought flashed in his mind. If not? If not, is he going to die again, is there still a possibility of going back?

The sleeping **** beside the bed, the exquisite palace lantern, the soft carpet, the pillars engraved with the nine-claw dragon pattern, the hanging black and gold dragon robe—he knew this dragon robe, only Emperor Dayu's dragon robe was like this Black gold.

Jiang Xing's limbs seemed to be numb. Before this moment, he had never dared to imagine that one day he would have such a strong, lost and regained emotion.

He is dressed as Xiao Jie.

It doesn't matter, anyone can wear it as long as he is still here.

Jiang Xing subconsciously raised his hand to block his eyes. Tears overflowed from his fingers. He wanted to wipe away the tears, but wiped them more and more, and even blurry ghost images appeared in his vision, which made him wonder whether this new body could support such a strong emotion.

It's impossible to hold it, and even normal people can't hold it.

Shit, how can it be such a tossing person. He really thought he was going to die, he thought he would never see Lin Qingyu again, he...he still slept with Lin Qingyu. Lin Qingyu kept crying, **** it.

It was not the time when his legs were numb. He had to return to Lin Qingyu and return as quickly as possible. Lin Qingyu was still waiting for him.

Lin Qingyu in the dream was in the Palace of Qinzheng in the imperial palace. His current location should be Xiao Jie's bedroom, and the two places were not far apart.

When Jiang Xing rushed out of the sleeping hall, he was only wearing a close-fitting bedclothes. The cold wind was piercing, and he stepped on the icy steps. He didn't feel cold at all.

A court lady came to face him, he didn't have time to stop, and he didn't want to stop.

It was almost time for the emperor to get up, and Mother Xiujiao was holding hot water and was going to wait for the emperor to get up in the morning. Before she could step into the sleeping hall, she saw the emperor rush out from the inside, no longer the usual empty and numb expression on her face, but an impatient eagerness. Ordinary people just want to survive and escape, and they won't be as anxious as he is.

Mother Xiujiao was stunned. When the little emperor was about to fly past her, she reacted: "The emperor, the emperor?! Come on, come on! The emperor is good, it seems crazy!"

With such a shout, all the maids, eunuchs and guards on duty in Xingqing Palace jumped out from all directions. Jiang Xing was blocked by several guards. He opened his mouth, trying to make them go, but found that he couldn't say a word. He tried again, but still couldn't make a sound.

…When did Xiao Jie become dumb?

"The emperor!" Mother Xiujiao rushed over with the water basin, and when she saw Jiang Xing's feet flushed with cold, she said anxiously, "Why did you run out by yourself?!"

She took care of the emperor for a long time, knowing that although the emperor was mentally insufficient, she was an obedient child. He is extremely slow in everything, and it is impossible for him to run so fast.

When Yu Guang saw his reflection on the water, Jiang Xing's heartbeat almost stopped again.

This is not Xiao Jie's face. It seems...it seems to be his own face.

The young man in the reflection had long hair scattered with tears in the corners of his eyes. It was exactly the same as his original face, at least seven or eight points similar, and the difference between the two and three points was mostly due to his hairstyle and past habits.

The emperor of Dayu is Xiao Jie, and his body is obviously not Xiao Jie's.

Fear spread from the cold feet to the whole body. He had never seen any of these palace ladies and eunuchs, and the guard's face was also unfamiliar.

Who is he?

Could it be that he is still in Dayu, but not in the time and space where Lin Qingyu is?

In despair, he finally heard a familiar voice: "What's the matter? What happened to the emperor!"

"Father-in-law Song!" Madam Xiujiao was rushed to go to the doctor. "The emperor has become something wrong. Father-in-law, please go to Master Lin!"

Xiao Songzi was also anxious when he heard it: "It's useless to find Master Lin. Master Lin doesn't know how to cure the emperor's loss of soul, so he should go and ask the national teacher."

An **** said: "The national teacher has been busy praying for the war in the Northwest for the past two days. He lives in the Yanfu Hall. I will go and invite it right away!"

So he wore Xiao Li?

At this time, no matter how well-trained he is, he can't help but swear: I'm **** your mother, I'll let you die.

Jiang Xing pushed away Mother Xiujiao and Xiao Songzi, pushed away all the eunuchs and court ladies who were in the way, and rushed out of the crowd desperately. The guard can stop him, but he is now the emperor. Seeing his desperate appearance, who would dare to go up and stop. In case of injury to the dragon's body, they can have a few heads to chop the queen mother. They can only chase behind and guard by the side.

"The emperor, the emperor—!"

I don't know who shouted: "Quickly, go to Ci'an Temple and report to the Queen Mother!"

Jiang Xing had lived for three lifetimes, and had never ran so fast, until the surrounding scenery appeared afterimages, and a **** smell appeared in his mouth. The gate of Qinzheng Hall is getting closer and closer to him—

Don't cry baby, your eyes are about to cry, my husband will be here soon.

The **** on duty in Qinzheng Hall only felt that a gust of wind had blown, an unknown object flew in, and a large group of people in Xingqing Palace followed. Those who didn't know about this battle thought that Xixia had hit the capital and broke the gate of the palace.

The furnishings in Qinzheng Hall are exactly the same as in the dream, even the memorial book spread out on the table is the same.

But where is his wife? Where is a wife like him!

There is no main hall, no partial hall, and nowhere to find it. Is Lin Qingyu really doing stupid things...impossible, his baby won't do anything that has something to do with the word "stupid".

Madam Xiujiao saw that he seemed to be looking for something, and asked, "The emperor, what do you want?"

Jiang Xing passed through twice and naturally knew the necessity of maintaining the human settings. But now he is so angry that he has already put aside the matter of maintaining the personality. He saw a pen and paper on the table, ran forward without hesitation, picked up the pen and was about to write—

Xiao Songzi's inspiration flashed, and he cautiously probed: "The emperor, do you want Master Lin?"

As everyone knows, the newly enthroned emperor will only have a special reaction to one person—he will only smile at Lord Lin.

Jiang Xing nodded suddenly. Without him writing, Xiao Songzi said, "Master Lin has been out of the palace, so I must be looking back at the mansion."

Jiang Xing lowered his head again, dipped the tip of the pen in ink, and a drop of sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead and smudged on the paper.

"Look," Mother Xiujiao trembled, "Does the emperor want to write?"

Everyone was stunned, and was about to gather around to see what was going on, a voice said: "The national teacher is here!"

Jiang Xing paused and looked towards the door.

Ci'an Palace and Yanfu Palace are not too far away from Qinzheng Hall. Xu Jun is willing to be called suddenly without dressing and changing clothes. Naturally, he will come sooner than the Queen Mother. He looked at Shang Jiang's awake gaze, his face changed slightly, and he ordered: "I'm here, and the rest of you will all leave."

Mother Xiujiao said, "But, the emperor..."

"You can't do anything if you stay," Xu Jun was willing to smile profoundly, "I can cure the emperor's disease. If the queen mother comes, remember to tell it all."

Mother Xiujiao and Komatsuko looked at each other, and then retired with a group of court ladies and eunuchs. Only Jiang Xing and Xu Junyuan remained in the Palace of Qinzheng.

Xu Jun was willing to bow, and said politely: "Dare to ask your Excellency who is it?"

Jiang Xing wrote two words like dragons and phoenixes: [Jiang Xing. 】

Xu Jun was willing to look surprised, pondered for a moment, and couldn't help sighing: "That's how it is."

【what for? 】

Xu Jun is willing to laugh and say: "The soul of the son of Jiang returns to the old body, and the soul and the body are in harmony. Here, Xu said to the son of Jiang, "Congratulations."

[Why can't I speak. 】

Xu Junyuan said: "Don't worry, Young Master Jiang, you are not dumb. It's just that this body hasn't spoken for 17 years, so it takes some time to get used to it."

Jiang Xing no longer struggled with this matter: [Take me out of the palace and go to the general's mansion. 】

Xu Jun is willing to look embarrassed: "I'm afraid this is a bit difficult."

【? 】

Xu Jun is willing to not understand this symbol, but he can also guess what Jiang Xing wants to express: "The queen mother is coming soon, does Jiang Gongzi think she will let you out of the palace."

Jiang Xing thought about it calmly. Empress Dowager Wen loves her son like her life, and obviously won't let her son run away from the palace under such circumstances.

[Then you bring Qingyu. 】

After Jiang Xing finished writing, he added: [Tell him first, I am not dead. 】

"That's okay." Xu Jun was willing to ponder, "but there is no proof, what evidence does Jiang Gongzi have to prove that you are not dead?"

Jiang Xing lifted his pen in thought. He has too many things to say to Lin Qingyu, but when he is not talking nonsense, he will waste one second here, and Lin Qingyu will be less sad for one second.

Let Lin Qingyu know that he is not dead first, and other love words can be kept and spoken slowly later.

Fortunately, they have a future again.

[Odd to even remains unchanged, the symbol looks at the quadrant-Jiang Xing. 】

Jiang Xing wrote.