Married Thrice to Salted Fish

After Lin Qingyu got half of the stewardship, people came to him every day.

The story of Shaojun poisoning people spread in the mansion, and everyone understood what a "femme beauty" was, and they looked at Shaojun with awe. Everyone has to tell Shaojun what kind of flowers are to be planted in the yard, and he dare not make any arbitrary decisions at all.

Lin Qingyu was troubled, he had never been interested in the general affairs of the mansion. Just leave it to Pan's to decide on small things like what flowers to grow and what snacks to prepare in each room. As for other important matters, it is a good thing if you can hold it in your own hands.

Lin Qingyu found someone lying on a rocking chair, listening to the rain with his eyes closed, and instructed: "You can find a few more trustworthy stewards and handle the government affairs together."

Lu Wancheng opened his eyes and teased: "Oh? I remember you didn't seem to agree with this approach at the beginning—'You can't always rely on others for everything. You will be too lazy to eat, sleep, marry a wife and have children, right? Want others to be busy with you too?'"

Lin Qingyu paused, and calmly said, "Now and then.

Lu Wancheng smiled and said, "This matter is easy to handle. I will write another letter to my grandfather."

Lin Qingyu nodded: "Write."

"Then you help me grind the ink."

Lu Wancheng joked casually, thinking that he would be ruthlessly rejected by Lin Qingyu. Unexpectedly, Lin Qingyu just hesitated for a moment, and said: "Yes."

Lu Wancheng was flattered immediately.

In the study, Lu Wancheng stood in front of the window fence, holding a pen in his hand; Lin Qingyu stood quietly on one side, researching ink for him himself.

The ink fragrance was strong, but Lu Wancheng could still catch the light medicinal fragrance on Lin Qingyu's body, and couldn't help wondering when his nose was so sharp.

It is rainy in spring, and the rain does not stop for a few days. The spring rain outside the window is cool and fascinating, like a entwined love thread.

Lu Wancheng writes slowly. He doesn't seem to write often, but his writing is excellent. The letter is a private thing, Lin Qingyu didn't read it deliberately, but just wrote it casually.

They all speak like their own words. Lu Wancheng's words are so fluent and fluent, like clouds and flowing water, free and easy, it is hard to imagine that it comes from the hands of a chronically ill person.

After writing a few words, Lu Wancheng began to be lazy: "Ah, my hands are so sore, I'm so tired."

Lin Qingyu said, "You can sit down and write."

"That won't work. Sitting down and writing is not elegant at all."

Lin Qingyu: "..."

Huantong came in to deliver snacks, and saw Master Xiao Hou writing, the scene of his young master "clearing his sleeves and adding fragrance", was a lot of shock, and it took a long time to remember what he was doing: "Master, I gave a box in the dining room. Come here with plum cake."

Lin Qingyu said, "Let it go."

Huantong put the plum cake on the table and saw Lu Wancheng's words, and said in surprise: "Master Xiao Hou is so lazy, the words are so beautiful!"

Lu Wancheng said modestly: "Thanks to the awards, they are generally pretty."

Lin Qingyu said slowly: "Looking at your handwriting, it looks like you have practiced it deliberately."

"Yes."

Practicing calligraphy is not a day's work, and Lu Wancheng's calligraphy has been practiced for several years. Lin Qingyu couldn't help but questioned: "When you write a few words, you will shout sour hands. Will you have a leisurely feeling to practice writing?"

"Oh, that wasn't forced. I was too active when I was a child. My mother heard that I can be calm when practicing calligraphy, so she invited calligraphy people for me at a high price and taught me how to write and read ancient Chinese." Lu Wan Cheng lowered his eyes, nostalgia and pain coexisted on his face, "My mother is a very strong person, even if she is strong, she also asked me to be proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and get first place in everything. Pity me at that time. It’s either this class or that class, I can’t even get enough sleep..."

Huantong sympathized and said: "Little Hou Ye is too miserable! He is so tortured even if he is not in good health, and is not as good as our current people."

Lin Qingyu is indifferent: "He is talking nonsense."

Huantong's eyes widened: "Huh?"

"When did you see him calling Liang's'mother'?"

Huantong scratched his head: "Yes."

Lu Wancheng didn't refute, but smiled and said, "Ah, I was seen through."

Halfway through the letter, Lu Wancheng had a sentence that was uncertain about the grammar, so he stopped writing and pondered. After contemplating, he walked away, his eyes gradually dimmed, and the posture of holding the pen changed. But seeing him carelessly holding the penholder and applying force, the pen will wrap around his four fingers in order, from beginning to end, in one go.

In an instant, the pen and ink flew wildly, and the master servant Lin Qingyu who stood beside him suffered greatly. Lin Qingyu was not bad, but was left with a few ink stains. Mier or Huantong miserable, an ink mark struck half of his face. He also opened his mouth due to shock, and was fortunate to have a taste of the ink. After he came back, he immediately "bah bah bah".

Lu Wancheng realized his mistake, quickly put down his pen, and apologized to the two of them: "I'm sorry, I forgot that this is a brush dipped in ink..."

Lin Qingyu expressionlessly said, "Can you be a normal person?"

Lu Wancheng wanted to laugh a little. But at this time, no matter how he laughed, he would be too unkind. He held back a smile and said: "It was really not intentional...I will wipe it for you." He said, he raised his hand.

Those few ink stains happened to fall under Lin Qingyu's eyes, mixing with his tearful mole. Lin Qingyu blinked his eyes instinctively when he stretched out his hand, like the long eyelashes of a butterfly wing, lightly sweeping over Lu Wancheng's fingertips.

Slightly itchy and soft.

Lu Wancheng's hand froze, and his breathing also stagnated.

Lin Qingyu didn't notice his strangeness, opened his hand, and said in a cool tone: "Can the ink stain be wiped with my hand?"

"Oh, yes." Lu Wancheng recovered, turned his head and ordered, "Huantong, please take the veil and clean it for your young master."

Huantong yelled: "I haven't vomited up in my mouth yet!"

Lin Qingyu wiped her face clean with a wet handkerchief with warm water from the flower dew. At this time, Pan's close servant Han Qiao found Lin Qingyu and said, "Young Master, our aunt, please go to the front hall."

Lin Qingyu said: "I see."

He is different from Pan's men and women. Although they are housekeepers together, they rarely see each other, and let the next person pass on everything. Pan's sudden invitation, it should be something that needs to be interviewed.

Lin Qingyu said to Lu Wancheng: "I'll go out. Hello, Haosheng, finish writing the letter, and send someone to the Guogong Mansion as soon as possible."

Lu Wancheng responded absently. Going back to the window, looking at Lin Qingyu's back with an umbrella under the rain curtain, and then looking down at his fingertips, he chuckled and said to himself: "...what the hell."

Pan was also a lady of the official family, but it is a pity that the family has fallen in love. Her family is weak and she has no children. She can be favored in Nan'anhou, not only because of her appearance, but also because of her quiet temperament, she does not fight or grab, and never talks in front of Nan'anhou. The things of the previous dynasty were already disturbing enough. Nan'anhou returned to the mansion, just wanting to find peace for a while. Pan's is undoubtedly the best place to go.

In order to avoid suspicion, Lin Qingyu and Pan brought a lot of people with them when they met, and this time the same. Lin Qingyu had never liked the people in Nan'an Hou's mansion, but because of the wedding gift that Pan gave him and Lu Wancheng, and gave him medicinal stickers when he sprained, he was not annoying to this person, he was simply indifferent.

Lin Qingyu patiently made a few polite words with her, and said, "If you have anything important, you can just say it directly."

Pan nodded and said, "There will be Qingming in a few days. The Lu family's hometown is in Lin'an, and the ancestor worship is all supported by the Lu family. Hou Ye is a filial piety, and his parents are in the Changsheng Temple on the outskirts of Beijing. Two ever-bright lights. At this time in the past, the lady would go to Changsheng Temple to pray for blessings and be blessed by the ancestors. Now, the lady’s illness has not healed, and the Lord Hou..." Pan stopped and said nothing.

Since the concubine Chen's birthday, the Liang family rarely showed up in front of others. Saying it's recuperating, it's actually banning feet. Nan'anhou has been in a high position all year round, with a high spirit of arrogance, and cannot bear the shame of being deceived by design. Liang's fault is said to be small and not too big. However, she has committed a lot of hardships since she violated Nan'anhou's taboo.

Lin Qingyu said: "In this case, there is auntie Lao who prays for blessing."

Pan shook his head and said, "I am only a concubine, so I can't replace my wife with incense. You are the young gentleman of the Ming Dynasty in the Hou Mansion who is giving incense to the Lu clan. Except for your wife, only you can go."

Lin Qingyu was noncommittal. Let him go and give incense to the ancestors of the Lu family, he might directly extinguish the ever-bright lantern that Nan'anhou has lit for more than ten years.

However, it would be nice to take this opportunity to visit the Changsheng Temple and offer incense to pray for his family.

Lin Qingyu said: "Okay, I will arrange it."

Pan said: "The road is slippery on rainy days. Young Master can wait for the rain to stop before leaving."

Lin Qingyu nodded and said goodbye. Pan watched him leave and suddenly said, "Young Master, please stay."

Lin Qingyu asked: "Is there anything else?"

Pan stepped forward and bowed to Lin Qingyu, saying: "Ten years ago, I had not yet entered the house, and I lived with my mother, relying on laundry and weaving to make a living. The winter is bitterly cold, and my mother catches the wind and cold. However, the family was on the whole wall, and couldn’t afford to pay for medical treatment and medicine. I took a few copper plates and asked for it in Changxi and the drug store, but was harassed by the passing Deng apprentice. At that time, Lin Yuan was sentenced to picking medicinal materials in the drug store. Fortunately, he came to his rescue. Lin Yuan not only followed me to see my mother at home, but also paid for the medicine for us. He...is the lifesaver of our mother and daughter." Pan had already choked up after speaking.

Lin Qingyu smiled faintly and said, "This is indeed what my father would do."

Pan turned to his side, wiping tears, and said in embarrassment: "Let Young Master look at the joke. I just want to say, if Young Master can be useful to me in the future, I will do my best to help Young Master in return for life-saving grace. "

Lin Qingyu's slightly cold voice warmed up a bit: "Auntie is polite."

Back to the Blue Wind Pavilion, Lin Qingyu ordered people to prepare for the Qingming trip. But the rain still showed no signs of stopping. The weather didn't clear for a long time, the house was humid, and there was rain everywhere outside, and people's mood was also inexplicably low.

Lu Wancheng was depressed for a few days, when Lin Qingyu asked him what was wrong, he didn't say anything, just kept sighing at Yu. Lin Qingyu asked once if he couldn't get the answer, so he didn't bother to ask again, whatever he wanted.

On this day, Lu Wancheng started to daze in bed again, Hualu brought medicine, and he didn't respond when he asked him to drink the medicine.

Hualu turned her head to ask Lin Qingyu for help: "Shaojun, this..."

Lin Qingyu said: "I'll come, you go down."

After Hualu left, Lin Qingyu walked to the bed, looked at Lu Wancheng condescendingly, and asked, "What's the matter with you."

Lu Wancheng: "..."

Lin Qingyu looked unhappy and threatened: "If you don't say anything, I will let Huantong lift your quilt every day at dawn."

Lu Wancheng choked: "I'm like this, can you be a little sympathetic?"

"How are you."

Lu Wancheng hid his face with his hands, and said in pain: "I'm the fuck, it seems like it's going to work."

Lin Qingyu:?

"What do you mean by no means."

Lu Wancheng seemed to be unable to say anything: "It just can't. In the past, as long as I was awake, I would always wake up... you know."

Lin Qingyu: "..."

Lu Wancheng looked down at his waist, with a very sad tone: "It can't stand up these days."

Lin Qingyu said, "Oh, this is normal."

Lu Wancheng suddenly raised his head: "Normal?"

"In order to improve the prescription, I have added a lot of Pueraria lobata, Panax notoginseng and other medicinal materials to your medicine." Lin Qingyu downplayed, as if only talking about what to eat for dinner, "Long-term use of such drugs will cause men... Some influence. You don’t need it anyway, don’t care."

Can't use it?

Don't care? ?

Lu Wancheng almost squirted out a mouthful of old blood, and for a while, he didn't know how to refute such rebellious remarks. Be angry with Lin Qingyu, and if he irritates people, he has to coax him; be reasonable—as everyone knows, great beauty cannot reason with mortals.

Lu Wancheng held back for a while before Fang said, "I don't need it. But whether it needs it or not, and whether it can be used is a different matter."

Lin Qingyu couldn't agree: "It's about life and death. Can you take away your useless self-esteem? Living a lot of half a year is more important than anything else."

Lu Wancheng was struggling to death: "But..."

Lin Qingyu was impatient: "No, but Master Xiaohou, as a patient, the only thing you have to do is to follow the doctor's advice-drink the medicine."

Lu Wancheng looked down at the black soup medicine, hesitated and stopped, and finally gave Lin Qingyu a thumbs up, and two words that Lin Qingyu couldn't understand popped out of his mouth: "...nice."