0p0 Chapter 525: Piecing Together Memories
Chapter 525: Piecing Together Memories
After breakfast in the morning, Xiao Yu took Yan Qing out.
When Su Lingyue asked, he said that he was going to meet someone to discuss something.
Thinking that it might be someone in the court, Su Lingyue did not ask any more questions.
She still has her own things to do.
Every year on her birthday, she would copy the "Earth Store Sutra" and burn it in front of her mother's spirit tablet, praying that her mother would be free from all illness and suffering in the underworld, be reborn into a good family, and live a smooth life.
After bathing, Su Lingyue changed into a plain white dress, tied up her long hair, and only wore a white velvet flower.
Caiyi took out the sandalwood and lit it, while Caidie ground the ink and spread the paper beside her.
Caiyi had told them not to make any noise or speak loudly. The hall was very quiet. Su Lingyue sat copying scriptures, and the sandalwood incense was wafting in the air. She soon entered a state of ecstasy.
*
Xiao Yu took Yan Qing to Jiang Mansion.
The day before, Xiao Yu asked Yan Qing to send a message to Jiang Fu, saying that he would come over today.
The carriage stopped at the gate of Jiang Mansion, and Jiang Fu was already waiting for him there.
After getting off the carriage, Jiang Fu was about to salute. Xiao Yu raised his hand and said gently, "Master Jiang, there is no need to be so polite. Is it difficult for me to ask you to take leave?"
Xiao Yu said this not entirely out of apology for disturbing Jiang Fu, but because he wanted to know how the investigation into the theft in the Ministry of War was going.
Jiang Fu ordered the servant beside him, "Go tell the kitchen to make a pot of ginseng tea."
"Yes." The servant responded and retreated.
Jiang Fu just understood what Xiao Yu meant, and he didn't intend to hide it. "We caught a few people in the red street, including eunuchs, vendors, and a few prostitutes. They all had delphinium tattoos on their bodies. They have already started interrogation."
"I didn't expect that our capital of Daning would be infiltrated here. I wonder how many have not been caught." Jiang Fu sighed softly, his words full of worry about the future of the country.
Xiao Yu and Jiang Fu walked together for a while before speaking solemnly, "Having spies is not a bad thing."
Jiang Fu looked at Xiao Yu in confusion.
Xiao Yu walked forward and continued, "They have been in the capital for so long and have infiltrated so many mansions. This is a good opportunity to clean out the termites."
Jiang Fu was instantly enlightened and nodded, saying, "Indeed, I proposed this together with the Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice."
"Ah."
Xiao Yu didn't say much after responding. Since Zhang Zhong didn't send any letter, it meant that Chu Yin had not been caught yet.
But Xiao Yu had no intention of telling Jiang Fu about the matter right now. The more he knew, the more he would be trapped in the vortex of danger.
Zhang Zhong is enough as the insider.
*
When entering the hall, Jiang Fu had already asked someone to prepare a desk, with writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone on it.
Xiao Yu took off his cloak and draped it on the chair beside him.
Yan Qing opened the agarwood box in his hand, unfolded the painting inside, and hung it on the shelf opposite the desk.
Jiang Fu looked at the portrait of Jiang Yunyin in the painting, and past memories flooded back into his mind like a tide.
Recalling the past with my sister, the person who used to call me brother, now only a thin portrait is left, hanging there alone, which is extremely sad.
For a moment, Jiang Fu's emotions were in turmoil, and only sadness and melancholy remained in his heart.
After Yan Qing ground the ink, Xiao Yu began to write.
The hand holding the pen was as slender as a jade sculpture, and he was wearing a moon-white, slim-fitting, narrow-sleeved robe. He looked elegant and refined, with an air of being detached from the world.
The only flaw was that his hand holding the pen had no strength and the tip of the pen was weak.
Even if you draw it like this, it will only resemble the shape but not the spirit.
Jiang Fu wanted to ask a few questions out of concern, but he saw that Yan Qing acted as if he saw nothing and just quietly ground ink beside him without saying a word.
He swallowed back the question he was about to ask.
He almost forgot that Prince Su was seriously ill and it had been rumored that he would not live long.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fu couldn't help but feel deep compassion for his nephew's husband.
Xiao Yu drew Jiang Yunyin's clothes and appearance according to the portrait hanging in front of him, leaving only the eyes blank.
After finishing the painting, Jiang Fu compared the two paintings. Xiao Yu's painting was almost the same except that the brushstrokes were not as steady as the original.
"Master Jiang, please tell me what your sister's eyes and expression look like."
Eighteen years have passed, and no matter how deep the friendship was, the memory has begun to blur.
Closing his eyes deeply, Jiang Fu began to search his memory and describe the sister in his memory.
It’s just that the memory is too vague, and no words can piece together what is in my memory.
In the end, he could only describe it bit by bit, and Xiao Yu drew it based on his feelings, and then asked Jiang Fu to correct and make changes based on his memory.
Over and over again...
Until there was no more strength in my hands.
*
In the past two days, Xiao Yu and Su Lingyue were busy with their own things. Except for getting up together in the morning, they hardly saw each other during the day.
When Su Lingyue finished copying the scriptures and returned to the room, she saw Xiao Yu sleeping soundly on the carved bed.
Su Lingyue walked to the bed and sat down. Xiao Yu was still sleeping soundly. Her delicate fingers touched his cheek, and his eyelids did not even move.
I don’t know who it is that makes him want to see him even though he is so tired. Yan Qing doesn’t know how to persuade him.
After muttering to herself, Su Lingyue put down the gauze curtain and whispered to the colorful butterfly behind her, "Prepare hot water, and keep your voices down."
Caidie didn't say anything, just nodded and went out. After a while, several people came into the room with hot water, poured the water, and tiptoed out again.
The hot water did not wash away her fatigue, but made Su Lingyue even more sleepy. Thinking about tomorrow's events, she soaked in the water for a while and then got out of the bathtub.
Su Lingyue picked up a dry towel from the shelf nearby and wiped the water off her body.
When her hand touched the clean underwear placed next to her, she thought for a moment and withdrew her hand, walked straight out of the cubicle, turned off the lights, and lay down next to Xiao Yu.
*
At noon, Xiao Yu woke up on time.
In addition to meeting a pair of clear big eyes, I also felt the smooth touch of slender hands.
Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, pinched the soft flesh on Su Lingyue's waist, and said with a smile on his face, "I don't remember taking off Yue'er's clothes."
Su Lingyue leaned into Xiao Yu's arms and said softly, "I don't want to wear it. It's cooler to sleep with the prince in my arms."
Xiao Yu said, "Are you using my husband as a tool to cool off?"
Su Lingyue raised her eyes to look at Xiao Yu, then lowered her eyelashes, and reached her delicate hands into Xiao Yu's inner clothes under the quilt. "Well, if it weren't for this dress, it would be more comfortable to hug."
Xiao Yu glanced at the person in his arms who always wanted to covet his body, and asked jokingly, "Are you ashamed?"
"I have no shame in talking to my own husband!" This was said with confidence.
Xiao Yu's eyes darkened, he pinched her waist and changed the subject, "Have you finished copying the scriptures?"
"Yes, I have copied it." After answering, Su Lingyue looked at Xiao Yu eagerly and asked, "Have you agreed to meet with the person Your Majesty? Are you going today?"
Today was her birthday, and they had agreed to go back to the Dingguo Mansion ancestral hall to worship her mother. If she went back alone today, she would still be instinctively afraid of her father.
"It's settled. Today, your husband will only accompany Yue'er."
After hearing what Xiao Yu said, Su Lingyue finally felt at ease. She smiled and kissed Xiao Yu on the face, "Hurry up and get up. It's getting late."
Then, Xiao Yu watched the jade-like body crawl out from the quilt, got out of bed, opened the closet to look for clothes.
The morning light shines through the window screen onto the fair body, as if a piece of fine jade was coated with a layer of halo.
Little thing, you have no shame at all.
But, the new flesh on my buttocks is red and round...
Xiao Yu thought of some animal, but quickly denied his idea.
This is clearly the beauty's face.