He's A Substitute

Chapter 9

Shen Qingyun returned to Mohe Garden, it was already dark.

Pushing the door, the daughter was jumping on the table, hooking the lotus petals with her claws. Cats are curious about the unknown. She quickly stepped forward and hugged the daughter.

The lotus slumped on the table, and the petals were all drooping.

This house is very poor, Shen Qingyun searched, but Zhao Lu said that the bottle was not found. Seeing that Lotus was about to wilt to death, Shen Qingyun took a lantern and went out, looking for a servant to ask him to help.

The lotus was placed in the open vase for two or three hours, and it was almost dawn, so she sat there and watched it all night.

When she woke up again, Qian Jin surrounded her, grunting. She woke up later than usual today, and she was hungry.

There was a servant in the food box at the door to deliver the meal, it was already cold at this point.

Shen Qingyun picked out the shrimp from the crystal shrimp dumplings and fed it to his daughter, but he didn"t eat it. After washing up, I went to Shou"an Tang.

The old lady is old and her body is not good. During this period, Shen Qingyun went to the old lady for acupuncture every day, and went there for half a month.

When she arrived at Shou"an Tang, the little maid at the door immediately blushed when she saw her. He lowered his head and quickly opened the curtain to let her in.

Shen Qingyun walked over, but there was already someone in the house.

Yesterday, Miss Lin was standing behind Mrs. Jiang, pinching her shoulders. She looked like she had learned it, and Mrs. Jiang looked satisfied and tight.

"Come on."

Mrs. Jiang was very kind and beckoned to her: "I"m lucky today, all of you juniors have filial piety."

Shen Qingyun said, "I won"t give the old lady acupuncture today."

It is indeed better to do it after the usual acupuncture and moxibustion massage, but the old lady is old and it is counterproductive. Too much blood flow after massage can be dangerous.

After she said this, there was no explanation.

The old man Jiang had been with her for so long, so he knew her character and let him smile. However, Lin Jingwan was a little nervous behind her.

She stood behind the old lady, but her eyes were quietly looking at Shen Qingyun.

This young master is really good, and his face is more delicate than that of a woman. The painting yesterday was even more amazing. Listening to the old lady say this, she is still a good doctor.

People are talented, but unfortunately the family background is too low. Raising her hand to squeeze Old Madam Jiang"s shoulder, Lin Jingwan looked at her and quietly moved her eyes away.

The maid who hit the curtain stepped forward and said that the third young grandmother came with the second young master.

Jiang Wenlin is the third son of the third family and ranks second in the Jiang family. His appearance followed Zhou"s romantic appearance, but unfortunately his personality also followed the third master.

The third room is the most lively in the entire Jiang Mansion. Over the years, Jiang San has taken a bunch of concubines. If it hadn"t been for the Zhou family"s maintenance and the birth of a second son, I"m afraid that the concubines would have eaten and wiped them all away.

Only the Zhou family came from a small place, and she was beautiful but her eyelids were shallow. Jiang Wenlin and Jiang Yutang were about the same age, and Zhou Shi was afraid of wronging her only son-in-law, so he had given him two concubines before marrying a wife at a young age.

The maids in the yard were alluring and bewildering, seeing that Tian"er wanted to climb onto the second young master"s bed.

The old lady persuaded her intentionally, and after saying several times that the Zhou family would not listen, she just let her go.

On weekdays, these two young masters did not dare to come close to her. Hearing this, his brows twitched, but he still let people in.

"Old Madam." Zhou"s dress is still dazzling today, wearing a 30340 Yunjin top with gold carvings and a hundred butterflies. Below is a water red flower skirt, and her head is full of gold hairpins and pearls, which is very dazzling.

Jiang Wenlin walked behind her and stood in front of the old lady, obediently saluting: "Grandson sees grandmother."

"Sit down." The old lady went up to serve tea with Zhuyun beside her. The fragrance of the tea entered her mouth, and the old lady said, "I haven"t seen you for a long time, I have grown taller."

Zhou Shi was a little embarrassed.

It is true that there are few people from Sanfang who come to Shou"antang. This time, Sanfang did not come out of the old lady"s stomach, but was always separated by a layer of skin.

Second, the old lady has a high family background, and she has been in charge of the Hou Mansion for so many years. The contacts around her, the baby is gone, and a little bit of flow between her fingers is enough for them to be greedy.

He didn"t move forward, because he was afraid of offending people. Don"t say that he didn"t get anything, but he would make the old lady unhappy.

But as long as it comes, it must be something, otherwise, Zhou shi would not be so afraid of the old lady.

"I heard that Miss Lin has been living in the mansion for the past few days. I think they are all juniors. Let Wen"er come over and get acquainted with them." She said, as if no one saw her, she pushed Jiang Wenlin"s back with her hand.

As soon as she opened her mouth, the old lady"s face sank. She chose Lin Jingwan for Jiang Yutang. Regardless of her family background, she was a talented woman in the entire Kyoto.

Everyone is beautiful and generous, and can lift the burden of Yongchang Hou Shizi"s concubine, which is why people stay in the mansion.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yutang didn"t catch his eye, but the people in Sanfang were concerned about it.

She thought, closed her eyes, and didn"t even look at Zhou Shi.

Jiang Wenlin stumbled and almost fell, raised his hand to straighten his sleeves, and then stepped forward: "Yes. Yes." He was also afraid of the old lady, and didn"t even dare to raise his head when speaking.

Madam Jiang sighed.

The child was forced by Zhou to study in the study every day, and his temperament was somewhat submissive. Coming here today, I am afraid that I was also forced by the Zhou family.

After all, seeing her growing up, Mrs. Jiang couldn"t bear it. She turned her ear to Lin Jingwan behind her and said, "Go and meet your second cousin."

Lin Jingwan wanted to marry Jiang Yutang. She didn"t like Jiang Wenlin"s appearance at all, so she saluted, "Jingwan has seen her second cousin."

Jiang Wenlin raised his head and nodded to Lin Jingwan as a return gift. They are all children of aristocratic families, and it is not that they have not seen each other on weekdays.

It was the first time she saw Shen Qingyun and Jiang Wenlin beside her.

I saw that his posture was straight, and he stood there with an air of refinement. Wearing a light blue robe, her eyebrows and eyes are beautiful and seductive.

She is cold and elegant and can"t see the slightest amorous feelings, but she is more soulful than a woman.

Jiang Wenlin had never seen such a person before, so he stared blankly.

"That"s your distant cousin."

Zhou Shi frowned, looking unhappy. Stepping forward, Jiang Wenlin was stunned and pulled back: "Don"t you like painting? Talk to Cousin Lin more."

Lin Jingwan"s family background is good, although it is far inferior to Yongchang Hou"s mansion. But Sheng was born with a daughter and had talent. The Lin family has not shown a lot of water for so many years, but there are many girls in this generation, and all of them are beautiful.

In the next year"s draft, there will definitely be women from the Lin family who can be selected.

Even the old lady was anxious to introduce it to Jiang Yutang, and Zhou naturally wanted it too. What"s more, Jiang Wenlin and Jiang Yutang were born in the same year, and they are nineteen this year, so they should have married a long time ago.

"Yes."

Jiang Wenlin did not dare to disobey the Zhou family, so he had to find a topic with Lin Jingwan. But there was still the startling glance in his mind just now, and his eyes couldn"t stop looking at Shen Qingyun.

Yesterday"s game, he also heard that it was Shen"s cousin who won.

He had seen how good Lin Jingwan"s painting skills were. Cousin Shen even won against her, which made him more and more curious.

The second son"s eyes kept falling on her, Shen Qingyun was impatient, and went out after taking a chance.

Only when she just went out, Jiang Wenlin chased after her.

"Shen... cousin Shen."

Jiang Wenlin looked at the face in front of him, and couldn"t help blushing for some reason. It was clearly a man, but he didn"t dare to look directly.

As he got closer, the face became more and more striking.

He didn"t even dare to raise his head, and his footsteps followed. He didn"t speak until it was not so close, but his tone was still sloppy: "I... I heard yesterday that you won the painting."

Jiang Yutang came to greet the old lady, and when he stood on the corridor, he saw the two at a glance.

"Tsk..." He chuckled softly in his throat, but his footsteps stopped. He stood beside the scarlet railing in the corridor, and looked over with interest.

After turning around, his eyes fell on Shen Qingyun again.

She was dressed as a man, how could she be so restless? Seeing her straight posture and high-spirited face, Jiang Yutang somehow thought of what she looked like when she was in a nightmare.

Looking at this scene again, I feel a little dazzling.

"Miss Lin is under the tutelage of everyone, you...you must be even more powerful if you can beat her." He hesitated, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

Facing this face, for the first time in his life, he was trembling even when he spoke. He didn"t know what was wrong with him, but his heart was beating wildly.

"I...I also like painting, no...I don"t know if I can have this honor and be able to see the style."

Shen Qingyun faced Jiang Wenlin, but Yu Guang was looking at the corridor. She noticed it as soon as Jiang Yutang stopped.

But he never spoke.

Now, she didn"t refuse, she just turned her head, and Qing Lingling glanced at Jiang Yutang.

"It"s still sharp..." Jiang Yutang lowered his eyes. The man stepped forward from the dark, and stopped beside the two of them.

He was tall, and his eyes fell on Jiang Wenlin"s face.

"Big... big brother." Jiang Wenlin didn"t know that his big brother was actually there, and was caught on the spot. This blushing face instantly dry like a crab.

"You can"t see that painting." He was in the corridor just now, and the two of them could hear clearly.

"Why...why?" Jiang Wenlin raised his head, looked at Jiang Yutang"s dark eyes, and summoned the courage to ask. The owner of the eyes is facing him, and the tone is light: "She draws people is me, and the portrait is naturally with me."

After Jiang Yutang finished speaking, he lifted his foot and entered Shou"an Hall. Jiang Wenlin was left standing on the spot with a lost face.

I greeted the old lady at Shou"an Hall, and accompanied the old lady for lunch, and it happened to be noon when she came out.

As soon as the two left the gate of Shou"an Hall, a young servant ran towards them, knelt on the ground and said, "Sir, the guards came to report that Master Yuankong has returned to Beijing."

"Prepare the horse!"

Jiang Yutang went out of the Houfu Gate and went straight to Lingruo Temple in the suburbs of Beijing.

He never believed in ghosts. But since she passed out, she has often had nightmares, and even when she touched her fingers, those images began to flash in her mind.

These signs made him have to believe.

Some time ago, Master Yuankong was not in the capital. He sent people to look for it many times, and now he has finally returned to the capital.

Lingruo Temple is located on the outskirts of Kyoto. The air in the temple is deep and surrounded by green trees. Under the huge Bodhi tree, the path in the temple twists and turns.

There was silence in the temple.

In the meditation room, Yuan Kong"s eyes fell on Jiang Yutang"s face, and he said with a smile: "The poor monk has finally waited for Jiang Shizi."

The smell of sandalwood was strong in the room. Jiang Yutang looked at the tea cup in front of him. He was just at the door, and before anyone came in, the tea was ready.

When he sat down, it was seven minutes hot, just at the entrance.

"Master knows that I will come today?"

"Jiang Shizi people go around looking for poor monks again, and poor monks will naturally know." There was a broken chess game in front of the two, Yuankong took a black stone and fell on it.

"There are doubts between the prince"s eyebrows and eyes, and the poor monk guessed that he had a question to answer."

"What the master said is good." Jiang Yutang lowered his eyebrows, held the white child with his head down, and followed him down: "Then master, why not guess again, why?"

"The prince"s eyes are clear and bright, but now he has black eyes. The poor monk guesses that you are trapped by a dream." Bai Zi fell up, and with a soft sound, Jiang Yutang raised his head and smiled in the eyes of Master Yuankong.

"Can the dream spare your life?" Yuankong asked.

Those pictures in the dream flashed by, Jiang Yutang"s eyes were dark: "Tossing and turning, it is difficult to fall asleep."

"Does it make you irritable?"

During the day, the scene of her and Jiang Wenlin together flashed by, her eyebrows twitched, and Bai Zi followed him down: "Disturbed."

Yuankong lowered his eyes, looked at the top of the chessboard, and asked the last question: "Does the prince want to get rid of it?"

Jiang Yutang withdrew his hand and dropped the pieces in his hand into the chess box.

He raised his eyes and asked, "Master, there is a way to solve it." Because of this dream, he couldn"t restrain his eyes from falling on her.

One day, it will disturb his mind.

Yuan Kong nodded, but said, "I don"t know if the prince has heard a word."

"The more persistently you want, the less you can"t get it. The more you let go, the opportunity may be right in front of you."

"The prince is now disgusted, disturbed, and disturbing your mind, but have you thought about why?"

When a monk speaks, it will be attributed to the word "karma", Jiang Yutang chuckled lightly: "Master wants to say, I have a relationship with her?"

"Who knows?" Yuankong also laughed: "But I don"t think the prince is the person she was destined to be."

Remnant chess is remnant chess, and neither of them can survive. He put down the chess pieces: "Maybe this little bit of fate was also requested by the prince himself."

Jiang Yutang frowned: "I beg?"

Yuankong looked out of the window and said, "There are 1,480 steps in Lingruo Temple, three steps and one bow, nine steps and one bow, and they go straight to the ladder."

"People who should have missed the fate have this fate in this life. It"s better to think about it, how much effort, how much fortune, and how much wealth is scattered, to get it."

"You may be in a hurry to get rid of it, and it may be what your heart desires, and you can"t ask for it."

After leaving the Zen room, it was already dark. Jiang Yutang stood at the door of the Buddhist hall, his body was dyed with sandalwood.

He went in for an afternoon, and when he came out, it rained at an unknown time. The lantern at the entrance of the meditation room was blown out by the wind, and the linden tree at the entrance was washed with water.

Zhao Lu stood by his side, daring to speak.

I don"t know how long I waited before I heard the prince chuckle. There was darkness in his eyes, and under the moonlight, it was a little scary.

Zhao Lu saw that his scalp was numb, and he didn"t dare to breathe too much while standing there.

Raindrops from the eaves fell on his shoulders, and in the night, Jiang Yutang raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. It is said that he never believed in Buddhism, but now it seems that he should not believe.

Does the monk know what his dreams are? Nine out of ten dreams are about the bed, not on the carriage, or behind the rockery, in the pavilion.

Is Jiang Yutang a hungry ghost? The yearning of the heart, is it all this?

"Shouldn"t have come." He gasped, only to feel his head about to explode.

"Sir, it"s getting dark and it"s raining again." Zhao Lu lowered his head, his voice getting smaller and smaller: "I"m afraid we"re going to live here tonight."

Jiang Yutang"s head hurt more and more.

Rubbing his brows and holding his hands, Zhao Lu was on the side, and he said more and more cautiously: "Madam is here, do you want to take a look?"

Rubbing his brows and hands, Jiang Yutang closed his eyes.

The rain was still falling, and the rain hit the oil-paper umbrella, but my shoulders were half wet.

Jiang Yutang stood at the door of a small courtyard, looked inside through the candlelight in the house, and listened to the sound of wooden fish coming from the courtyard.

His mother believed in Buddhism. A year ago, the news of his uncle"s death came to Kyoto, and his mother moved to this Lingruo Temple. He never came here once.

This face was so similar to his uncle Shen Shaoqing that she cried every time she saw him.

His mother and his uncle were compatriots, and their relationship has been good since childhood. Only the Shen family deceived people too much, and used their grandmother"s life to force their uncle to leave Beijing.

At that time, the gentle and gentle Shen family son was forced into the uninhabited southern border. On the battlefield, the sword has no eyes, and a person who writes poetry and draws with a brush on weekdays is forced to resist the sword.

Back then, the Shen family wanted him to die there.

But the Shen family"s calculus failed. For ten years, Shen Shaoqing killed the enemy on the battlefield, won countless battles, and was even worshipped as a god.

In a mere battle in Mobei, he lost his life. Later, the side branch of the Shen family, together with the Lu family, led the soldiers to take over the southern border.

Shen Shaoqing spent ten years of blood and tears to build everything, and now it is at your fingertips.

Jiang Yutang closed his eyes, and it was cold inside.

After more than a year, these people are finally going back to Beijing. The injustice has the head, the debt has the owner, and the murder will naturally be repaid.

"Let"s go." Jiang Yutang opened his eyes and turned around.

"Not going in?" Zhao Lu walked behind him, holding an umbrella.

"I won"t go." Jiang Yutang shook his head, the rain dripping from the oil-paper umbrella on his shoulders, and his hem got wet.

He walked on the bluestone slab, his figure melted into the night, and his shoulders became heavier.