The boy told Lu Chen exactly what he said.
Lu Hai is holding a jade writing brush in his hand. This brush was obtained some time ago. The pen holder is made of high-quality jade. This kind of jade is very strange. It is cold in the hand in summer, but it starts to heat up again in winter. .
Hearing the boy's words, he slammed the jade brush on the table.
"Did he really say that?"
The little servant didn't dare to hide anything, and lowered his head and said, "Yes, I saw with my own eyes that Master Lu Chen poured out the medicine, and then said that he was cured and he didn't need to take medicine."
Others don't understand, but he, Lu Chen, doesn't understand
What kind of medicine is this
Not long ago, the maid from the old lady's yard came over and brought the old lady's words to Qin Shi.
Only then did he know what Qin had done behind his back.
After the maid left, Qin's expression was aggrieved, and she cried in front of him.
He has been a husband and wife with Qin Shi for nearly twenty years, and he can't talk about love for Qin Shi. Qin Shi himself has a strong desire to control, and he often feels disgusted.
But she was always his wife, the mother of his children.
He didn't say much, but simply scolded Qin Shi, telling her not to find trouble with Lu Chen.
Right now, his son's illness needs to be solved by Lu Chen. When he can mess around, although he has Lu Chen's weakness in his hand, when he saw Lu Chen's child for the first time, he knew that Lu Chen was not a master who could be manipulated by others.
Whether it was in his bones or in his expression, he couldn't like this son who was related to him by blood. He liked what he could control. Even after he took control of the Lu family, he could still hold the real power.
At that time, he didn't take it too seriously, so he hit it when he thought about it. The old lady found out that there was nothing she could do. Who told Qin to do things too carelessly.
At this moment, when he heard the boy's report, he suddenly felt cold all over.
It seems that Lu Chen wants to get rid of his control. Lu Hai will never allow this kind of thing to happen.
...
The weather is changeable, it was sunny yesterday, and it started to rain suddenly today.
The drops of water, like pearls with a broken thread, slid down from the eaves and fell into the puddles on the ground, splashing a small splash.
The sky outside was also foggy, and I couldn't see the scenery clearly.
Lu Chen waited for the cloud to come over, but it was raining, and he was afraid that she would get wet on the way here, so he prepared a dry cloth in advance.
I don't know if it's because of the rain, the wound on my back is also itchy, and I want to scratch, but remembering her previous instructions, I put my hand down abruptly.
This morning, Lu Chen asked someone to bring rice paper and brushes.
He is not very good at using it yet, and the words he writes are distorted and ugly.
Holding the brush, he practiced the wooden character over and over again, and it was densely packed on the whole paper. When the last stroke was completed, he looked at the characters on it, and his frowning brows finally relaxed.
There was a faint smile on his cheek.
Finally I was able to write one.
He looked at the word with love in his eyes.
The door opened suddenly, the sound of the rain became louder, and the wind also poured in. He thought it was a cloud coming, so he turned his head quickly, and his thin lips moved: "Hi..."
When he saw the person coming, he swallowed the following words into his stomach.
The smile on Lu Chen's face disappeared, his slender eyelashes trembled, his pupils were a little slack, and after a while, they gradually focused, and the place where his gaze fell was icy cold.
He put down the brush in his hand and said, "Master Lu."