Qing Fu Jin

Chapter 148

The sky is dim and it is about to enter the night, and the north wind has already blown.

The door of Huichun Hall was open, but even though there were patients passing by on the street, they did not choose to enter.

Because everyone knows that Huichuntang can't treat patients now, and the doctors and staff have all been sent home and closed down for the time being.Now in the lobby, all the officers and soldiers of the admiral's yamen are sitting and standing.

Xu Zhao and Ling Bo have already changed places, not in the small consulting room in Huichun Hall, but in a spare ward in the backyard.

This room was originally used by some seriously injured patients who were temporarily unable to move after receiving treatment, and it was fully equipped with all household items.

Huichuntang is one of the largest and most famous medical clinics in the capital. Naturally, it is indispensable to accept critically ill patients. There are three such wards in the backyard.

Since two days were given, it was impossible for Xu Zhao to wait in that cramped small consulting room. He and Ling Bo both had to eat, drink and slack off, so it would be much more convenient to change places.

It's just that for Yu Lingbo, the feeling of someone walking from the front hall to the backyard with a sword on his neck is really not very pleasant.

Even though the courtyard was full of officers and soldiers, no one could save her.

Xu Zhao, who has ten years of military experience, is like a leopard when he is quiet. He has the patience beyond ordinary people. He does not move for a long time, only waiting for the moment when the prey appears.

The food had just been delivered to the room, Xu Zhao and Ling Bo ate separately.There was a brazier burning in the room, and the north wind was howling outside, but the room was still relatively warm.

Three dishes and one soup. Considering that Ling Bo is a noble pregnant woman, the dinner was ordered from a famous restaurant. The taste is quite good. The soup is chicken soup, obviously for the purpose of nourishing the pregnant woman.

Xu Zhao was not worried that they would tamper with the food, because he would let Ling Bo eat first for every meal, and if there was any medicine, she would be the first to get it.

He believed that neither Bo Zhe, Ma Wu nor the admiral Yamen would be so stupid or vicious to bury Ling Bo with him.

When Xu Zhao was eating, Ling Bo's wrists and ankles were still tied. The doctor gave her acupuncture, and during the day people outside made medicine for her. She was fine.

At this time, they were still holding the relationship between the prisoner and the hostage. No matter how shrewd and capable Xu Zhao was, he would not let her have the authority to move freely.

Watching the man wolfing down the food on the table, new stubble had grown on his chin and lips, adding a sense of vicissitudes to his resolute face.

Thinking of the conversation in the small clinic of Huichuntang before, his family members were all arrested by the eighth master, and it is not known whether they are alive or dead.

Although she was still his prisoner, it did not prevent her from feeling sympathetic to Xu Zhao's family.

After the meal, someone took away the dishes.

It was already dark outside, and the lamp was lit in the room. Under the lamp, Xu Zhao wiped his sword with a piece of cotton cloth, very slowly and carefully, as if he was stroking his lover.

"Xu Zhao, are you worried about your family?"

Ling Bo finally spoke.

She was not used to this silent atmosphere, anyway Xu Zhao would not sleep if he wanted to look at her, so why not find something to talk about.

Xu Zhao didn't stop what he was doing, but said lightly, "Just like Bozhebeile is worried about you, of course I'm also worried about my family."

Ling Bo nodded: "Your family is in more danger than mine."

Xu Zhao didn't answer. He finished wiping his sword and didn't put it away. He just put it on the table and let the sword body reflect the candlelight, giving off a dazzling brilliance.

"Can you tell me about your family? For a man like you, your wife must be a gentle woman who manages the house."

Ling Bo was a little embarrassed, she knew that Xu Zhao didn't want to talk too much with her, but she thought that maybe talking could soothe the nerves of both of them at the same time, so that neither of them would have to be tense and cause fatigue.

Of course, she was also mentally prepared for Xu Zhao to ignore her.

However, Xu Zhao actually answered.

"You are wrong. She is not gentle at all. She often quarrels with me, and sometimes even fights with me."

Ling Bo raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised and said: "Your wife also knows martial arts?"

"Yes, I met her in the army. She was the daughter of my superior. At that time, she was like a wild rose covered in thorns. She carried a sword in her hand every day and looked for people to fight everywhere, because her father I don't want her to wield knives and guns like a man, and ridicule her as a three-legged cat, so she wants to prove herself by fighting with soldiers in the army."

Even though Xu Zhao was just speaking plainly, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, Ling Bo could still feel that when talking about his wife, his tone had softened unconsciously, and even the corners of his mouth softened a bit.

"I guess, she must have asked you to be a contestant, and she lost to you, didn't she?" Ling Bo carefully guided the topic to continue.

The facts were similar to what she had guessed, and the scene at that time might have been more interesting, so that a slight smile appeared on Xu Zhao's face.

"You guessed it right. Out of a man's self-esteem, I can't lose to her. But after winning her, I caused myself even more trouble."

Ling Bo could already imagine how a girl like a little wild cat would secretly agree after losing to a man like Xu Zhao, who was like steel.

"She must admire you very much and like you very much. You have won her man and her heart, and you will soon fall in love with each other, right?" She asked with a smile.

Xu Zhao glanced at her, and said lightly, "It seems that our story is so vulgar that if you guess it casually, you'll be right."

Ling Bo shook his head and said, "It's not vulgar. The stories of heroes and beauties are the most touching."

Xu Zhao just pursed his lips, as if he was still reminiscing about the lingering warmth of a child's affection.

"Then, she married you. You must be very loving and have children soon, right?"

This time Xu Zhao shook his head.

"In the beginning, we really loved each other, but soon found that life was not beautiful at all."

Ling Bo wondered, "Why?"

"Because she grew up in the army, except for wielding knives and guns, she can't do anything that women can do. She can neither cook, nor wash clothes, and she can't be a female celebrity. During that time , the rice in our house is always burnt, the dishes always forget to put salt, if she has the courage to make meat dishes, they are often half-cooked, and she is really clumsy in cooking, and she can't even cook scrambled eggs well."

That's what he said, but Ling Bo didn't feel that there was anything wrong with these things.Because Xu Zhao didn't have that kind of angry or irritable look on his face, she thought that when he found out that his wife couldn't cook well, a man like him must just smile helplessly, and then put those bad-tasting All the meals were eaten.

If you have feelings, drink enough water.

Sure enough, Xu Zhao did the same.

"She washed my clothes and sewed them for me, but she tore even bigger holes, and the dishes at home were often broken, but she was always unconvinced and invited other family members in the army to teach her. Soon she will be able to cook decent meals, and the housework is getting better and better.

"It's just that the process in the middle is really bitter. Sometimes she suffers setbacks and is in a bad mood, so it's inevitable that she will vent." Xu Zhao rubbed his nose in distress.

Ling Bo laughed and said, "The way she vents her anger must be to fight with you."

Xu Zhao nodded.

"That's all in the past. She must be able to do everything now, right? She must be a standard wife, right?"

Xu Zhao blinked and sighed, "So-so, at least now there will be no broken shells in the scrambled eggs."

Ling Bo couldn't help laughing, and chuckled.

Only then did she discover that Xu Zhao still had a sense of humor in him.

Although this man took bribes, took her hostage, and committed several crimes, at least for his family, he is a gentle, responsible and good man.

"How many children do you have now?"

Xu Zhao raised two fingers: "A son and a daughter. The son is older, and he is eight years old, so he will be named. The daughter is five years old, and he has not yet been named. The nickname is Chun'er."

"Xu Zecheng, Xu Chun'er, both are good names." Ling Bo rubbed his belly, thinking that in a few months, she would give birth and become a mother, but she hadn't thought of a name for her child yet.

"Is the son more naughty, or the daughter more naughty?" She then asked.

When it came to this question, Xu Zhao seemed a little dumbfounded. He frowned and said, "My son is like me, and my daughter is like her mother."

Ling Bo understood, and said with a smile, "Daughter is more naughty."

"I'm afraid it won't be easy to marry in the future." Xu Zhao sighed.

Ling Bo laughed and said, "What are you afraid of? If you can marry your wife, your daughter will definitely have a good son who matches her in the future."

Xu Zhao smiled slightly.

At this point in the conversation, the two of them seemed to have become good friends. If one hadn't been tied hands and feet, and the other had a sharp sword in front of him, the picture would have been more harmonious.

The night is getting thicker and darker, the clouds tonight are very thick, there is no moonlight, and it is dark under the wall outside the house.

In Beijing in the twelfth lunar month, the cold wind whizzed past the alleys, bringing not only cold but also dryness.

Pedestrians are rarely seen on the street. At this time, people prefer to hide in a warm room or under a warm bed, drink hot tea, and talk softly with their families.

Only officers and soldiers on patrol occasionally walked by in neat steps.

The watchman knocked on his clapper and said in a drawn-out voice, "The sky is dry and the things are dry, be careful of the candles."But the people in the city are so familiar with this voice that they will automatically ignore it when they hear it. No one has ever taken this advice to heart.

The gate of Huichun Hall has been closed, but the lights inside are still brightly lit, but it seems a bit too quiet.

In the shadows of the alley outside, there was a slight noise, like several wild cats and dogs, running under the wall and running around the Huichun Hall.

But no one doubted these movements, and the howling north wind covered up all traces.

At this time, in the Forbidden City with heavy palace walls, Lord Kangxi was receiving Prince Yong Yinzhen and Bo Zhe.

Xu Zhao's conditions did not surprise him, but the meaning behind these two conditions made him look serious.

Yinzhen and Bozhe stood beside him, the earth dragon was burning in the study, warm as spring, but they could feel that Kangxi's mood at this time was like the north wind whizzing by outside and rattling the door panels, Bitter cold.

(End of this chapter)