Raising a wife? The mistress of the Hou family divorced and remarried her younger uncle

Chapter 127 Open the screen

The boat docked, and Lu Jing accompanied Su Qingwan all the way back to the inn. The emperor was determined to grant them a marriage so that they could cultivate their relationship. Lu Jing's courtyard was right next to Su Qingwan.

Su Qingwan frowned slightly, everyone knew Sima Zhao's intention.

Qingyun said, "Has it been agreed that they would live next door? No wonder the courtyard next door was empty when we first came to the posthouse. I was wondering who it was reserved for. The Xilin envoys were living so crowded, but there was an empty courtyard. I didn't expect it was reserved for Lord Lu. It seems that Lord Lu knew about the emperor's plan a long time ago. He came to you several times before entering the palace. Did he want to talk to you about this?"

"maybe."

As Lu Jing said, no one can stop the emperor from doing what he wants to do.

Lu Jing lived in the post house, which also provided him with a convenient location for monitoring the southwest.

But since he lives here, it's not convenient for Luzhu to come, and it's not convenient for her to pass messages to Luzhu. She hopes that everything goes well at the Lu family and nothing unexpected happens.

At night, Su Qingwan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well. She had a habit of being attached to her bed. When she was in Meilan Garden, she was worried and missed her sister. The whole room was filled with her sister's things. She was upset and couldn't sleep well for two months. She also drank the calming soup at night, and now she is doing the same in the inn.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a flute, which was clear, long, and yet carried a hint of solemnity. It was a southwestern-style piece of music, and it was her own creation. She taught it to Lu Jing when she was free in the villa.

Lu Jing was a child of an aristocratic family. He had mastered all six arts of a gentleman, but was not very proficient in folk art. After joining the army as a teenager, he had no time to practice and was very unfamiliar with music. She taught him for a long time and even scolded him for being stupid.

When they parted, he played the tune terribly. She felt that Lu Jing had ruined her reputation. Lu Zhu, Qing Yun and Qing Yi all learned very quickly, but he was the clumsiest.

But no matter how she scolded him, Lu Jing didn't get angry. During that period, he was like a clay figure, without any temper at all. After she calmed down, he came to her softly and asked her to teach him.

She once said that if you can't learn it well, then don't learn it.

Everyone has their own strengths. Lu Jing is good at knife skills and has learned swordsmanship well. She had seen his knife skills when he was recovering from his injury. At that time, he did not use the knife skills of the Embroidered Spring Knife. This could be considered a coincidence. He was not wearing the Embroidered Spring Knife. If it was the Embroidered Spring Knife, she knew he was from the Jinyiwei. Maybe when he was injured and lying on the roadside, she would have killed him with a knife.

But, he was a proud man. When she criticized him for being clumsy and unable to learn music, he insisted on learning and kept pestering her. Su Qingwan couldn't persuade him, so she taught him her own original music.

Lu Jing was a really slow learner. Su Qingwan had never heard him play the flute since she came to Beijing. Li An and Lu Zhu had said that the young master did not like music and seldom went to places of romance.

Su Qingwan took it seriously and thought he really hadn't learned it.

Unexpectedly, he played the tune smoothly and skillfully, as if he had been good at music since childhood.

Su Qingwan pushed open the window and saw Lu Jing sitting on the roof playing the flute. Snowflakes were falling, and his black and gold-edged cloak was also stained with a few snowflakes. The sky was lonely and distant, with the cold moon hanging high in the sky, there was an indescribable artistic conception.

Qingyun said that Lord Lu was like a peacock that couldn't open its tail in winter but insisted on tearing open its tail.

Su Qingwan laughed and sat by the window to listen. Seeing her smile, Qingyun couldn't help but suggest, "Miss, since you like Lord Lu's music, why don't you learn from him? The night is long and you can't sleep anyway."

"It's too cold." Su Qingwan glanced at the man playing the flute on the roof, her eyes full of resistance. It was snowing, and the weather was getting colder and colder. Midnight was the coldest time, and it was so comfortable to warm up by the fire in the house. Who would play music in the snow with Lu Jingyan?

The weather in Beijing is freezing enough to kill people.

She heard that there was a concubine who wanted to win the emperor's favor, so she danced barefoot in the snow in the cold winter, waiting to meet the emperor by chance. However, she was frozen to death in the middle of the night and turned into an ice sculpture.

"Go and tell him to stop playing the music. It's disturbing people's sleep." Qingyun nodded with a smile and sent someone to tell him. Lu Jing actually listened to the advice and stopped playing the music. Qingyun came back and said, "Miss, Lord Lu is grilling meat and warming wine in the yard. He asked if you have slept yet. If not, you can eat with him."

Su Qingwan, "..."

She was indeed a little hungry. She didn't eat much for dinner. She was worried and had a poor appetite. She was still hesitating. Qingyun said, "Miss, you can't sleep either. Why don't you just go and eat something? You like barbecue so much."

"All right!"

She listened to the advice, but she was indeed a little hungry.

Thick curtains were hung on three sides of the pavilion in Lu Jing's courtyard to block the wind. One side was in the leeward side so the cold wind could not blow in, and one could also enjoy the snow scenery.

There was charcoal burning in the pavilion, and an iron grill was placed there. The stove next to it was boiling water and warming wine. In addition to the barbecue, there were also some sweet potatoes and vegetables being grilled. The aroma wafted far away, and Su Qingwan could smell the aroma of the barbecue even from the next door.

There were beef, pork, venison, etc. on the plate. Su Qingwan didn't eat mutton, so there was no mutton on the plate. Having lived in the villa for a period of time, Lu Jing knew her preferences very well.

"Would you like to eat venison?" This is fresh venison, which is only available at banquets in the palace. It is rare and uncommon. The emperor is weak and has no big appetite. He doesn't even drink deer blood wine, which is very healthy.

"Food." Su Qingwan was raised in the southwest and ate a variety of food. She sat opposite Lu Jing, warming her hands over the charcoal fire. Lu Jing had already grilled a plate of meat and placed it in front of her. There was a sauce next to it, which he had prepared himself. Su Qingwan added some chili and started eating without hesitation.

Since Lu Jing was in the inn and lived just across the wall from her, her every move should have escaped his eyes, otherwise he would not have deliberately used the sound of the flute to seduce her.

They had prepared a barbecue feast long ago, waiting for her to fall into the trap.

Su Qingwan ate with relish. In fact, she had hardly eaten barbecue since coming to the capital. She didn't care much about food. She had been busy with revenge this year and had long forgotten her own preferences.

"Do you like it?" Lu Jing asked.

"It's a little overcooked." Su Qingwan is a relatively sincere person. If something doesn't taste good, she will say it doesn't taste good.

"I don't usually cook, so I'm a little unfamiliar with it. If it doesn't taste good, just leave it alone and choose something delicious."

Since the princess said the meat was overcooked, he made some improvements by not roasting it for that long and selecting meat with the right amount of fat and lean meat, which had a better taste. Su Qingwan was indeed much more satisfied.

It was obvious that he was not good at grilling, but he was trying hard to please her.

Su Qingwan had never seen Lu Jing try to please someone so much. Most of the time, Deputy Commander Lu was like a Jade-faced Devil.

For the emperor's order, he really fought hard.

Su Qingwan couldn't help but think that if the Princess of the Southwest was not her, as long as the emperor wanted him to marry her, he would marry her and would try his best to please her and win the princess's favor.

She is not special, what is special is her identity as the Princess of Southwest.

That's it!