Married Thrice to Salted Fish

From then on, Lu Wancheng cared about the development of Qingdai Pavilion and asked Qingdai Pavilion every day. Huantong came in from the outside, before he spoke, Lu Wancheng squeezed his throat and said, "Young Master and Young Master, there is finally something wrong with Qingdai Pavilion!"

Lin Qingyu: "..."

Huantong looked blank: "What?"

Lu Wancheng smiled and said, "I guess you will say that later, I'm just following you."

Lin Qingyu dismantled the stage on the spot: "First of all, Huantong won't call me'Young Master'. You have to learn and learn like points; secondly, it is not a day's work for the medicine to help people hurt the roots of people." Lin Qingyu can't help but Suspiciously, "Why are you more anxious than me."

"Well, isn't it too boring to recuperate. I always cough and I can't sleep."

Lu Wancheng hadn't slept well lately, and there was an extra blue color right now.

Lin Qingyu thought for a while and asked Huantong, "What's the matter with you?"

"Oh oh," Huantong almost forgot to see the two of you talking each other, "Govern Zhang is here."

Lin Qingyu said, "Let him in."

Zhang Shiquan came this time and told them something strange. Among the various properties of the Hou Mansion, restaurants and shops in the city and other villages in the country account for half. Biezhuang relies on the sky for food, and a drought and flood can make it cropless for more than half a year. At the beginning of this year, Xuzhou has been suffering from drought. Strangely, the income of several Zhuangzi in Xuzhou has not decreased but increased. No problem can be seen on the books, and the food is indeed sent to the warehouse of the Hou Mansion, which is really puzzling.

Seeing that Zhang Shi was fully worried, Huantong asked, "The harvest is more, but not less. Isn't this a happy event."

Zhang Shiquan said: "I'm afraid that the origin of these money is unknown. If any black money is discovered, the entire Hou Mansion will be implicated."

Lin Qingyu and Yu Guang glanced at Lu Wancheng who was lying softly on top. The noble son who was leaning on the couch was still at ease in his illness, half-squinting his eyes, looking like he was hanging up high.

Zhang Shiquan asked: "Young Master, can I send someone to investigate this matter?"

Lin Qingyu's heart moved, and when she reached her lips, she changed her words again: "No need, anyway, the money is not low, I'm too lazy to manage."

Lu Wancheng's eyes opened wide, and Lin Qingyu seemed amused to see his ears stand up.

Zhang Shiquan hesitated and said, "Young Master, I think this matter is not sloppy, it's better to check it."

"Let's talk about it." Lin Qingyu stood up and said, "I'm a little tired. Go back to the room and take a nap, you can do it yourself."

As soon as Lin Qingyu left, a caring steward and a salted fish looked at each other.

As we all know, Xiaohouye has always been indifferent to the world, supernatural and refined, and he never asks about family affairs, no matter how big or small. They only need to listen to Young Master's orders. Now Shaojun said that he would not investigate, although he did not approve of such practices, he could only follow orders.

Zhang Shiquan sighed, "Master Xiaohou, I will withdraw first."

"Hold on." Lu Wancheng said solemnly, "Xuzhou needs to be investigated, and you must check it yourself. I suspect..." Lu Wancheng paused, "It's not too late, you leave as soon as possible."

After Zhang Shiquan entered the Hou Mansion, Xiao Hou Ye gave him only one order to share his worries for Young Jun, and nothing else. Little Hou Ye suddenly took care of the matter, and subconsciously said in surprise, "But Young Master said..."

"Young Master is tired, and mistakes in judgment are inevitable." Lu Wancheng reluctantly said, "I will reluctantly worry about his inheritance."

Zhang Shiquan did not dare to delay, and left for Xuzhou Biezhuang the next day. After Lin Qingyu learned about it, Lu Wancheng's mood became more subtle.

What should be done, what should not be done, what can be done or not, Lu Wancheng can see clearly than anyone else. But he just didn't bother to move, just wanted to lie down. He will struggle to force himself to do it until no one has done it for him.

Lu Wancheng once said that he was tired of studying but was able to get the first place. At that time, he was only farting as Lu Wancheng, and now...he believes it.

The summer is scorching and the heat is unbearable. Lin Qingyu spent half a day in the bath room, her flimsy clothes were soaked in sweat long ago, and it was extremely uncomfortable to stick to her body. He stretched out his hand to test the water temperature, and it felt acceptable, so he asked Huantong to push Lu Wancheng over.

Lu Wancheng is lazy, but he pays great attention to personal cleanliness. When he is healthy, he takes a bath every day in summer. Lin Qingyu was worried that he would be cold, and asked him to wash it every two days. He was still unwilling and would make trouble. Fortunately, the Hou Mansion was a big family, and the servants were very considerate. Lin Qingyu was annoyed by him, so he left.

Lin Qingyu sprinkled medicinal powder into the tub, and heard movement from the door, without turning his head back: "Here."

Lu Wancheng was a little surprised: "Why are you..."

"Your cough hasn't been cured for a long time. It disturbs people's sleep at night. A medicated bath before going to bed may get better." Lin Qingyu turned around and pulled the hair sticking to her cheeks from sweat to behind her ears.

The candle lights were lit in the bath room, and the water mist filled Lin Qingyu's cheeks, and even his lips seemed to be filled with water.

Lu Wancheng said "Oh" and silently looked away. Lin Qingyu said, "Huantong, undress the little Houye."

Huantong said with full anger: "Yes, Master."

Lu Wancheng let Huantong pick up his clothes and asked, "Qingyu, do you want to stay and watch me take a bath?"

"No. The water temperature of the medicated bath is very important, one point higher and one point lower will affect the effect, so I want to stay and take care of it."

Lu Wancheng's eyes blinked: "Then let me take a shower."

Lin Qingyu's tone increased: "I said no."

Lu Wancheng smiled: "Hey, what should I do if I am a little shy."

Lin Qingyu only used seven words to make Lu Wancheng shameless: "Yijie Jinlan, good brother?"

Lu Wancheng wakes up like a dream: "...good brother!"

Lu Wancheng was taken off until only his slacks were left, and the two helped him into the tub, complaining: "This body is as weak as a chicken, without any abdominal muscles. It's ugly."

He is staying at home all the year round, and Lu Wancheng's complexion is even fairer than that of some women, and his limbs are slender, which is absolutely irrelevant to "ugly". Lu Wancheng disliked ugliness, probably because he prefers a strong body.

The bath tub is not too big, and Lu Wancheng only dipped the lower part of his chest in the soup. Lin Qingyu and Huantong took a water scoop and scooped water on his shoulders so that the potion fully soaked his entire body.

The bath room is filled with the fragrance of medicine, mixed with hot water vapor, making people breathe faster than usual.

Lin Qingyu suddenly said, "Master Xiaohou."

Lu Wancheng stroked the potion on himself, "Huh?"

Lin Qingyu stretched out his hand, raised Lu Wancheng's chin, and looked carefully under the lamp.

Lu Wancheng's heartbeat gradually became unstable, and his voice was low and said, "Why look at me."

Lin Qingyu let go, curled her lips and smiled, "I understand you."

When Lu Wancheng saw Lin Qingyu smile, he couldn't help but follow along: "How do you say?"

"You are tired and lazy on the surface, but you are actually a strong person in your bones. Like me, you don't like the taste of being subjugated. So even if you hate studying, in order to get the first name, you will still force yourself to work hard; even if you are your mother My pro' took the heavy responsibility and felt that I couldn't sleep enough, and I still learned everything well; even if I didn't want to go to the muddy waters of Nan'an Hou Mansion, I finally shot it."

He is lazy and doesn't like losing, but he can still win if he is lazy, Lu Wancheng is really a strange person.

Lu Wancheng's eyes smiled even more: "You are right, but not quite right. In the past, when I was studying, some people competed with me. I didn't want to lose and I could only learn. But now in Nan'an Houfu, I will die. People, what's to be disputed." After that, Lu Wancheng himself was confused, "Yes, why should I fight."

Lin Qingyu said indifferently, "I have to ask yourself."

Lu Wancheng thought for a while and looked up at Lin Qingyu. Lin Qingyu's eyebrows were shrouded in the smoke, as if they were tinged with warmth.

"Of course it's because the little Houye only used his mouth in the mansion, and someone else helped him to do things beside him, which is not tiring."

Suddenly hearing Huantong's voice, Lu Wancheng was shocked to dive into the water, leaving only his head on the water: "Why are you here?"

Huantong scratched his head: "I have been here."

Lu Wancheng: "..."

After soaking in the medicinal bath, Lu Wancheng slept peacefully that night. When I woke up the next day, my spirit improved a lot, and my cough was not as severe as before. Lu Wancheng couldn't help but guess: "Is this the legendary Huiguangfanzhao?"

Lin Qingyu nodded: "Yes, we can start to help you prepare for the funeral."

Lu Wancheng smiled and said, "Then I have to think about which clothes I wear when I die."

In the past, Lu Wancheng used to make jokes about life and death. Lin Qingyu had listened a lot, so naturally he wouldn't care about it. But now...

Lin Qingyu looked at the lush trees outside the window, and slowly clenched his palms.

After lunch, Lu Wancheng went to bed for a nap as usual, but he closed his eyes and couldn't sleep under the noise of stringed bamboo pipes. Lin Qingyu let the flowers show up to check the situation. It was originally the singer and actress who Lu Qiaosong kept in the courtyard playing the music.

Lu Qiaosong's Qingdai Pavilion and Lanfeng Pavilion are far apart. Usually, Lu Qiaosong's fun in the courtyard can't disturb them, but today, for some reason, Lu Qiaosong set up a pipa in the pavilion closest to the Blue Wind Pavilion. In addition to the sound of pipa, from time to time, Yingsheng laughter is introduced into Lanfeng Pavilion.

Lin Qingyu said without concealing: "Why is he not dead yet."

Lu Wancheng said, "Is your medicine not very good?"

"How is it possible?" Lin Qingyu said coldly, "I think he also knows that he is vacant, so he doesn't dare to drink and have fun as usual. I'll check it out."

Lu Wancheng sighed and stood up hard: "Then me too."

Lin Qingyu pushed Lu Wancheng to the pavilion, and saw many people in it from a distance. These young sons are all Lu Qiaosong's poetry friends. Lu Qiaosong prides himself on being elegant and elegant.

Lu Qiaosong was still restrained, he couldn't get out of the house, so the poet friends came to the door. But seeing them sitting around the pavilion, each of them had a nice-looking woman in their arms, and there were a few actors under the pavilion holding a pipa and playing music.

Lu Qiaosong held the wolf's hair and swiped the ink, provoking all the poetry friends to applaud. A singer leaned on him and shook Luo Shan with a smile.

The first to see Lin Qingyu and Lu Wancheng were a few Pipa girls. At the same time in the Hou Mansion, even though they had never seen Lin Qingyu, they had long heard from others that this young gentleman was a difficult person to provoke. The two people who were sent off by Young Master himself last time, one was demoted to the lowest rank, Cheng Ri was doing dirty and tiring errands, and the other went crazy and was sent to the Hou Mansion. That one was still Madam's confidant.

As soon as the Pipa girl saw Lin Qingyu, she stopped hurriedly. Lu Qiaosong's expression changed, and he threw the wolf in his hand on the painting, and the ink stains slowly smeared on the paper.

Compared with him, Poetry friends look at the two people's eyes more intriguing. Everyone who knows Lu Qiaosong knows that Lu Qiaosong has a sick elder brother who is not long alive. He must be in a wheelchair.

It can only be said that he is worthy of the high-ranking protagonist, even if Lu Xiaohou is in a wheelchair, he is still too expensive. And the one behind him...they are all veterans in Fengyue Field, what kind of beauty they have never seen before, but when I saw this person at first sight, he was a little surprised and exchanged playful eyes with each other.

Unexpectedly, Lu Xiaohouye was sick, and Yanfu was not superficial. It's a pity that no matter how beautiful the beauty is, he won't be blessed.

"This must be Master Lu Xiaohou." A young man in a royal blue brocade said, "I have seen Master Xiaohou in the next Zeng Tianlei."

Lu Wancheng put his hands on his cheeks, and said with interest, "Why did you stop? Continue to play music and dance."

Everyone looked at each other. Zeng Tianlei is a person who knows how to look at people's faces, and smiled: "But I waited here to enjoy the fun and disturbed Master Xiaohou?"

Lin Qingyu said coldly: "What do you think."

When he opened his mouth, the others were finally able to cast their eyes on him squarely. A man next to Lu Qiaosong seemed to have drunk a lot of alcohol and was unable to stand still. He stared directly at Lin Qingyu and said, "Brother Qiao Song, is this beautiful lady your older brother's concubine?"

Lin Qingyu's pupils shrank slightly, and her hand pushing the wheelchair suddenly tightened.

Lu Qiaosong laughed and said, "Who can compare to Brother Huang in terms of sharp eyesight. Come on, tell me why you think he is a concubine, not a regular wife?"

The drunk man said nonsense: "Marriage... marry a virtuous wife. The true wife is busy with husbands and sons, taking care of the house. How can she grow into such a bewitching appearance."

Zeng Tianlei whispered: "Brother Huang, stop talking."

"Why didn't you say it, he said it well!" Lu Qiaosong picked up the wine glass, "Just write the words of Brother Huang, Brother Yu toast you a glass!"

Lin Qingyu was about to have an attack, and suddenly the back of her hand was patted, only to hear Lu Wancheng smile and say: "My wife is dignified and generous, and has an elegant temperament. She is clearly the appearance of the main room. Does this brother have eye problems?"

Zeng Tianlei arched his hands and said, "Brother Huang has turned off Young Master. Brother Huang drank a lot of wine and talked drunkenly. I hope Young Master will not take it seriously."

"That can't be done. If you are drunk or not, you have to say everything. But you are all guests when you come to the mansion, and I have to show some face." Lu Wancheng tapped the handrail with his fingertips, "In this way, let this Huang Brother punishes himself with ten cups, and I expose the matter, how is it."

"Ten cups?" Zeng Tianlei said, "Brother Huang is so drunk that he can still drink ten cups."

Lin Qingyu said coldly: "You feel so sorry for him, are you here to drink for him?"

"this……"

What Lu Qiaosong brought out to his friends today were all aged wines. Three cups on top, five intoxicating cups, and ten cups are bound to die of drunkenness. Nothing can take two or three days.

"Isn't it just drinking? I'll drink for him." Lu Qiaosong volunteered, "Come on, serve wine."

Zeng Tianlei stopped him: "Qiao Song can't, the doctor said, your body..."

"It's just drinking, who am I afraid of, Lu Qiaosong?"

Zeng Tianlei couldn't stop him, and watched Lu Qiaosong drank one drink after another, until the end of the drink was still sober. After drinking the last glass, Lu Qiaosong buckled the glass on the table, wiped the corner of his mouth, and looked at Lu Wancheng provocatively: "How, are you satisfied?"

Lu Wancheng caressed his palm and smiled: "The third brother is a good drinker."

Lu Qiaosong coldly snorted: "The wine is also punished. If there is nothing else, I will not send it far."

Lu Wancheng smiled lightly: "Madam, let's go back."

Lin Qingyu glanced at Lu Qiaosong, her eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

It was night, a woman's scream broke the usual tranquility of the Hou Mansion. Then the noise gradually rose, and the chaotic footsteps mixed with whispers gradually spread from the Qingdai Pavilion to the Blue Wind Pavilion. Not long after, Huantong, who rushed in in a hurry, finally said the words: "Young Master Xiaohouye, there is finally something wrong with Qingdai Pavilion!"

Standing at the window, Lin Qingyu turned to Lu Wancheng and smiled: "Wan Cheng, do you want to go and see?"

"Walk around." After Lu Wancheng said, he felt that something was wrong. It took a while before he realized what was wrong, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

It turns out that if you want the beauty villain to change your mind, you only need to make him "do evil" successfully. When he is happy, he might call anything.

It's good, but it's a bit of a waste of kidneys. It's not a waste of his kidney anyway, just waste it.

Lu Wancheng looked down at the position of his heart, and suddenly had an idea.

If... if Lin Qingyu called his own name, how would he feel?

The author has something to say: others wear books: it is incumbent to influence the villain!

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