Married Thrice to Salted Fish

Lin Qingyu and Chang Yang went directly back to the Blue Wind Pavilion after they separated. Hualu told him what happened in Houyuan. After that, there was news from Mianyue Pavilion that Nan'an Hou interrogated Lu Qiaosong overnight, and that Lu Qiaosong refused to admit it at first. Later, Nan'an Hou recruited the young man who had come and went with Lu Qiaosong for the first trial. Only then did Lu Qiaosong know that Lu Qiaosong had a case last month. Most of the day spent in the gentle countryside outside.

When Lu Qiaosong saw that the incident had been revealed, he said that he was looking for some chick who are not selling their lives. Being with them can't be a poetry and a match, tasting wine and enjoying the piano, and he has never overstepped the rules.

When Nan'anhou heard the word "they", he was even more furious. He immediately slapped Lu Qiaosong and punished him to go to the ancestral ancestral hall to reflect on it for one day, and then a full month of imprisonment. Nan'an Hou also moved the anger to the Liang family, reprimanding her godson for being bad, and even her son couldn't control her, so how could she take care of the huge Hou Mansion.

Lin Qingyu heard the words and asked, "That's it? Are there others."

Huantong shook his head: "Nothing."

Lin Qingyu sneered coldly: "Except for introspection, it is forbidden. It's boring."

"Young Master Young Master," Hua Lu hurriedly ran out of the bedroom, "Young Master seems to be sick again!"

It was midsummer, and Lu Wancheng was greedy for cold yesterday. He ate two red teas that had been soaked in the well water. Half a day later, the fever started. Fortunately, it was just a low fever, Lu Wancheng was still sober, but his face was ugly and scary.

Lin Qingyu took the pulse for him and asked, "Is Hongti delicious?"

Lu Wancheng nestled in the quilt, his eyes murmured: "It's delicious, so I can't hold it back."

Lin Qingyu narrowed his eyes.

"Don't be angry," Lu Wancheng pulled Lalin Qingyu's sleeve with all his strength, "I know it's wrong—cough."

Lin Qingyu looked down at Lu Wancheng's skinny hand, and his original anger disappeared: "Next time you eat randomly, I will no longer care about you."

Lu Wancheng smiled feebly: "Your threat is too scary, I'm so scared."

Lin Qingyu was too lazy to be familiar with the patient, and sat down at the table to write a prescription to Lu Wancheng.

Lu Wancheng sighed while lying on the bed: "Why do I get sick every time I pretend to be a little bit? God is telling me, am I only suitable for lying down?"

"No." Lin Qingyu said mercilessly, "God is telling you, eat less ice."

With Lu Wancheng's illness, Lanfengge ushered in peace for some time. On this day, Pan went to Lanfeng Pavilion to investigate Lu Wancheng's illness. Lu Wancheng just took the medicine to rest, and it was inconvenient to see the guests. Lin Qingyu left Pan in the front hall for tea, and talked about some of the general affairs of the mansion by the way.

Lu Qiaosong raises a lot of singers and actresses in the house for his leisure time. During this period of time, Lu Qiaosong was restrained and could not go out to have fun, so he had to have some fun with them. The embarrassing thing is that the Qingdai Pavilion has long been unable to make ends meet. Those singers and actresses sang, played the piano, and they couldn't get a cent. Several singers heard that the Hou Mansion is now the aunt and young master, so they went to Mianyue Pavilion to find Pan and ask her for monthly bills.

Pan said helplessly: "The Hou Mansion didn't have the rules to give singers a month. They used to rely on the three young masters for their livelihood. Now the three young masters are struggling themselves, where can the remaining money be rewarded to them."

Lin Qingyu casually said, "Why don't they come to me?"

Pan's maid curled her lips: "How dare they, they just watched their aunts talk so well that they dared to make trouble to Mianyue Pavilion."

Lin Qingyu meditated quietly, and Pan didn't speak any more, for fear of disturbing him. After a while, Lin Qingyu asked: "If you don't give them money, what will happen to them?"

"Qingdai Building can't support so many people, so they can only be sent away."

"If you send them, who can please the third brother." Lin Qingyu smiled faintly, even a little compassionate. "Since the third brother likes it, I am a sister-in-law, so how can it not be true for him."

Pan's doubts about Lin Qingyu's attitude, tentatively said: "Shaojun means..."

"Tell them that Nan'an Hou Mansion does not raise useless people. The monthly expenses of the Qingdai Pavilion far exceed the limit. Hou Ye has just been angry about the third young master's kidney deficiency. It is impossible for the Hou Mansion to continue to raise all of them, at most... They can only stay half. Whether they can stay or not depends on them."

Pan didn't dare to think about it, and responded in a low voice.

The singers and actresses in Qingdai Pavilion are mostly orphans without fathers and mothers. It is hard to find a generous master who can live in the Hou Mansion and eat and drink. If not forced to leave, who would want to leave.

Lu Qiaosong is romantic, and the taste is quite picky. He keeps them in the yard. Most of the time, he just listens to small songs, or when guests come, let them wait on the side with a long face, and occasionally choose personal favors. It is precisely because of this that Nan'anhou and Liang can tolerate them staying in the house.

As domestic prostitutes, the only thing they can rely on is the master's favor. Now that they want to send half of them away, they have to fight.

The next day, Lin Qingyu asked Huantong to take out all the medicine altars buried under the tree, dry them for three days, grind them into powder, and put them in incense and give them to Zhang Shiquan.

This scent is strong, and once contaminated, it will last for a long time. Lin Qingyu finished preparing the medicine and went to bathe and change clothes before returning to the room.

Lu Wancheng was lying in bed reading a book. His illness this time was not serious, it was just a grind, no improvement, no deterioration, he just hung up so much, and in just a few days, he consumed the blood and energy he had brought back from the previous month to little, and his complexion and lips were pale. It was bleak, only a pair of smiling eyes remained unaffected.

Lin Qingyu checks Lu Wancheng's pulse every day before going to bed, and tonight is no exception.

Lu Wancheng smelled the seemingly non-existent scent on him, and asked, "Did you use spices?"

Lin Qingyu retracted his hand: "No."

"It's clear." Lu Wancheng approached Lin Qingyu, his nose moved slightly, "What kind of spice, it smells so good."

Lin Qingyu frowned and pushed him away: "It's not what you should smell."

Lu Wancheng smiled clearly: "Understood, it's poisonous."

Lin Qingyu hesitated for a moment without denying it.

"Then the question is, who do you want to poison? That must be someone who has offended you recently." Lu Wancheng coughed, "Is it Lu Qiaosong?"

Lin Qingyu was silent.

Lu Wancheng said again: "You wrote a prescription some time ago. I asked you what kind of medicine it was. You said that it was a medicine for excitement. So you didn't lie to me. I remember that the singer in the house cannot leave the house without authorization. , Whatever they want to buy, they bought them from outside the house with the help of a familiar young man."

"..."

"To sum up, you want Lu Qiaosong to die by the most unseen person, because he has humiliated you."

Lin Qingyu's throat rolled, staring straight ahead, calmly said: "Yes. Why, do you think he shouldn't die, I'm too cruel?"

Lu Wancheng smiled and deliberately said, "It seems... a little bit?"

"Heh, whatever you think." Lin Qingyu looked calmly, "Lu Qiaosong insulted me with the bedclothes, and also insulted you; he also wants to use Chang Yang to destroy my reputation, even if the crime is not dying, I will Happy, so I started—I want to make myself happy, it’s that simple."

He has never shown himself different from his appearance in front of others. His parents have a good temperament and have never done anything to harm others and benefit themselves. Before marrying into the Hou Mansion, he was either with his parents or with his teacher at the same room, reading the books of sages and sages, and he was able to easily suppress his dark side. But as soon as he entered the house, the malice that could not act for outsiders surged up like a broken well. Fortunately, he still had reason. He knew that he was in a situation where he wanted to kill himself.

Until Lu Wancheng said that he liked him to do bad things, and even encouraged and helped him to do bad things.

It was Lu Wancheng who made him like this. What qualifications does Lu Wancheng have to accuse him of being too cruel?

Lu Wancheng didn't say anything, just stared at him quietly.

Lin Qingyu felt irritated. He closed his eyes and said, "What's more, as long as he follows the doctor's instructions and does not touch those singers and actresses, he may not die."

Lu Wancheng finally laughed and sighed softly: "Qingyu, you are...Qingyu."

The tone seemed admiring, excited, and fascinated, Lin Qingyu couldn't help but loosen her chest with her slightly deep voice.

Lu Wancheng said again: "But..."

Lin Qingyu's face slowly sank again-Lu Wancheng still dare to have a "but"?

Lu Wancheng smiled and said, "But next time you do bad things, can you take me with you?"

Lin Qingyu's eyes widened.

"I said, I like to watch it."

"..."

Lin Qingyu lowered her eyes, her long trembling eyelashes seemed to tell her master's thoughts.

"Okay? Qingyu."

Lin Qingyu slowly raised her head, fixed her eyebrows and fixed her eyes to see Lu Wancheng, and said softly, "Okay."