Lin Qingyu heard Lu Wancheng's low cough and knew that the situation was not good. Sure enough, after one night, Lu Wancheng developed a fever.
The servants of Blue Wind Pavilion have become accustomed to this. Lu Wancheng's illness has always been ups and downs. When it is good, he can barely get out of bed and walk; when it is bad, he can sleep for more than half a month, and occasionally wakes up once in a while, just like the month before Chongxi.
After Chongxi, Lu Wancheng's body improved. But his foundation was there, his illness came like a mountain, and he fell asleep early the next morning, and his handsome and white face showed abnormal redness.
Hualu put the veil soaked in cold water on Lu Wancheng's forehead, and said anxiously: "Young Master, there will be nothing wrong with Young Master, right?"
After Lin Qingyu explored the veins, he put Lu Wancheng's hand in the quilt: "It's just a common cold syndrome."
Hualu breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it right that you will be all right after the fever, Master?"
Lin Qingyu was noncommittal. For people with normal health, they don’t even need to take medicine to catch cold, and they will be better after two days. But Lu Wancheng's body had been hollowed out by years of illness, and if one was not appropriate, Xiao Xiaohan's disease could kill him.
Not long after, Feng Qin took Doctor Zhang to the Blue Wind Pavilion. On this trip, Doctor Zhang also brought a disciple. The disciple was no one else, but Tan Qizhi, who had seen him in Lin Mansion last time.
Tan Qizhi folded his hands to Lin Qingyu and said with a smile: "Long time no see, brother Qingyu, don't come here without problems."
Lin Qingyu looked at Doctor Zhang. Doctor Zhang explained: "Qizhi has just come to my door recently, and he heard that Lord Hou was sick, so he couldn't rest assured, and he insisted on visiting the mansion."
"I can't get any more worried." Lin Qingyu smiled, "Do you know Brother Tan and Master Xiaohou very well?"
Tan Qizhi said brazenly: "I was in the Lin Mansion that day, Xiao Hou Ye and I hit it off right away..."
Lin Qingyu interrupted aloud: "Xiao Hou Ye is sick and weak. It's best not to disturb him if you see him at first sight. The flower dew, take Doctor Zhang in. As for Brother Tan, just stand here and wait."
Fengqin hesitated and said, "Young Master, you mean to let the guests... stand?"
Lin Qingyu asked, "Where are the guests."
It was midday, standing at the door with the sun shining on him, and being watched by people coming and going, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was shameful.
Doctor Zhang looked helplessly at Tan Qi and followed Hualu into the room. Tan Qizhi gritted his teeth with hatred, pressing his throat and said: "Lin Qingyu, you are deceiving too much!"
Lin Qingyu thought it was funny: "If you don't send it to your door, how can I deceive you."
Tan Qizhi glared at Lin Qingyu, his eyes seemed to be filled with poison.
Lin Qingyu admitted that he had never provoked Tan Qizhi, nor did he know where Tan Qizhi's hatred for him came from. Perhaps this is the case in the world, there are unprovoked joys, and naturally there are unprovoked evils. As Lu Wancheng said, being serious with this kind of person is to lower one's identity.
Tan Qizhi took a step closer and said, "There are only a hundred days left before the examination of the Imperial Medical Office. Lu Wancheng is immortal. You can only stay in the Hou Mansion to take care of him, serve him tea and water, give him medicine, and be a good wife. "
Catching the slight stiffness of Lin Qingyu's complexion, Tan Qizhi smiled happily: "Heh, what about genius, how is everything pressing me, in the end, it's not..."
Lin Qingyu suddenly said, "That's how it is."
Tan Qizhi's eyes sank: "What are you laughing at!"
Lin Qingyu pulled the corner of her mouth slightly, almost pityingly said: "You are so pitiful." After that, she stopped looking at Tan Qi.
Lu Wancheng has been under the treatment of Doctor Zhang for several years and knows all about Lu Wancheng's condition. Lin Qingyu watched him check his pulse, and concluded that it was also a cold syndrome.
Doctor Zhang prescribed a prescription, then hurriedly left after a few more words.
Doctor Zhang's medicine is nothing more than a commonly used medicine for treating colds, and it can only be said to have no effect. But Lu Wancheng's body is different from that of others. If the prescription used by ordinary people can be improved for his illness, it may be twice the result with half the effort.
Hualu was still waiting for the prescription in Lin Qingyu's hand to grab the medicine and decoct it, and asked, "Young Master, is there anything wrong with this prescription?"
Lin Qingyu hesitated for a moment, and handed the prescription to Hualu: "No, let's go."
When Lu Wancheng became ill, the entire Blue Wind Pavilion became busy. Lin Qingyu didn't need to worry about decocting medicine and feeding medicine. As usual, he reads and dispenses medicine in the study, but he is not used to it because the courtyard is too quiet. Thrush and Starling both closed their mouths, are they also worried about their owners
But what's the use of worrying? Even if Lu Wancheng survived this time, he would never survive it once. If you do not prepare yourself for a mortal person, you will only be unaccustomed to it.
His medicine is almost the same, the next step is to boil the medicine, and then make it into pills that are easy to carry and store. For the first time to make a pill of this difficulty, he wanted to do every step by himself.
Lin Qingyu came to the pharmacy specially used to make medicine for Lu Wancheng, and there were several little maids in it. While busy, don't forget to talk about the secrets of the mansion.
"In the past, when the young master was ill, the wife was definitely the first to come, and sometimes she would personally take care of the young master's medicinal soup. What could happen to this, it's not coming yet."
"I heard from the elder sister in the wife's yard that the eldest master and his wife had a big quarrel, and the wife was scolded by the eldest and couldn't stand still."
"Are you listening? It's the elder who is unsteady. Besides, the wife and the elder and mother are kind and filial, why do they make a big quarrel?"
"Of course it is for Young Master. The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has always been a problem for the ages. My sister-in-law and my mother had a small quarrel for three days and a big quarrel for five days, making my brother the first two big quarrels..."
Lin Qingyu pushed open the door of the pharmacy, and the sound inside stopped abruptly, leaving only the sound of the gushing bubbling of the soup medicine.
Lin Qingyu ignored the sincere and frightened expressions of several little maids, and walked straight to the stove, as if he hadn't heard anything.
After returning, Lin Qingyu called Huantong and said, "You go to Liang's yard and ask for the account book for this month."
Huantong was puzzled: "Master, what do you want the ledger for?"
"Share her worries."
The news of Lu Wancheng's illness reached Liang's ears, and Liang's chest was finally relieved after being frustrated for a few days. Grandma Liu gloated and said, "This is retribution, madam. The young master treated you so much that day, it was God who couldn't see it, and wanted to punish his unfilial son!"
Liang recalled all the things that day, but he still had lingering fears: "No matter, since Lin can't save him, then let him go."
At this time, the maid came and said that the Huantong of Lanfeng Pavilion had arrived.
"Lin's dowry young man?" Liang's brow furrowed tightly, "What is he here for?"
"He is here to get this month's account book, saying that Young Master wants to share his worries for his wife."
When Liang heard this, his chest rose and fell: "He really said that?"
"Madam, did you hear that?" Mother Liu tickles her teeth with resentment, "It's not like you can do it now. Young Master is clearly planning to seize power from you. You can't just sit back and wait for death!"
Liang Clan said irritably: "But what can I do! I did say that I want to let the Lin family be in charge. Who would have thought that the Lin family is really capable."
Mother Liu rolled her eyes, waved her back, and leaned to Liang's ear and said, "Why don't it be like this..."
"No," Liang said in a deep voice, "Lu Wancheng has already warned me, I'm worried that he will..."
"Isn't Young Master Hou sick now? It's hard to say whether you can survive it. Besides, you have forgotten what the second lady said? As long as you are on your side, Master Hou will turn to you. There is nothing scary about you."
Seeing that the Liang clan was still undecided, Mother Liu said again: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the second young lady and the third young master. Is it possible that you really want a widow to take charge of the house of the Hou Mansion?"
"Near Tao, Qiao Song..." Liang Clan muttered the names of a pair of sons and daughters silently, and set the gods, "Mrs. Liu, please send the account book to the Blue Wind Pavilion."
Mother Liu smiled with joy: "The slave and maidservant go now."
After Lin Qingyu got the ledger, he called Zhang Shiquan, and trouble him to check carefully for anything wrong. After reading it, Zhang Shiquan said: "With only two months of accounts, Zhang dare not jump to conclusions. If there are three or four months of accounts, he should be able to see some clues."
Lin Qingyu asked Huantong to send back the account book for this month, and then ask for the account book for the previous few months.
On the third day of Lu Wancheng's lethargy, there were finally signs of fever, but the person was still not awake, and the qi and blood that he had managed to bring back during this period was also consumed. He lay quietly on the bed, with his eyes closed, his bones shattered, like a candle in the wind, which really made people...worry people who care about him.
Hualu gave Lu Wancheng a decoction. Lu Wancheng's eyebrows tightened, as if in his dream he didn't forget the bitterness of the medicine, and he even vomited a little. The flower dew hurriedly tried to wipe it with the kerchief. Lin Qingyu took the medicine bowl from her hand: "I'm here."
Lin Qingyu took a spoonful, put it on her lips and blew it gently. Before she could get to Lu Wancheng's mouth, she heard a voice called Fengqin from outside: "Young Master, please come to her, Madam. ."
Lin Qingyu had a meal and returned the medicine bowl to the flower dew: "You continue to feed it."
Lin Qingyu came to the front hall. Liang still sat in her mistress's position, Mother Liu stayed on one side, and there was a middle-aged man standing in the hall with a sad face.
Liang asked hypocritically: "Is the late Cheng's illness better?"
Lin Qingyu said, "Madam, just tell me if you have something."
Liang's face was a little bit unbearable: "This is Mr. Accountant from the Hou Mansion, Manager Wang."
Guanshi Wang bowed and saluted: "I have seen Young Master."
"It's like this. Guan Shi found that the ledger sent back from Lanfeng Pavilion was one page missing." Liang paused, "It is still the most important page of the Beijing restaurant's revenue and expenditure."
Guan Shi choked up and said: "Such an important account book has such a big omission, the villain can't apologize with death!"
… very noisy.
These people really won't stop, instead of dealing with them, it is better to use poison to keep them at peace. Lin Qingyu said, "I advise you to think twice."
Guan Shi said in a daze, "Think twice?"
"Apologize with death." Lin Qingyu said, "Of course, if you insist on dying, I won't stop it."
Guan Wang was stunned, he just said, how can he really die for a page of accounts. Guanshi Wang looked at Liang and Madam Liu for help. Madam Liu comforted her broadly: "Guardian Wang, please don't say that. This has nothing to do with you. When you sent the ledger, the ledger was clearly intact. Madam can testify for you. It was Huantong who sent the ledger. When I came back, there was only one page missing."
Lin Qingyu watched them acting quietly.
Liang felt guilty when he saw him, and smiled: "Qingyu, you are the housekeeper. Omissions are inevitable. Pay attention next time. It's just that the missing account books have to be retrieved, otherwise the accounts It's going to be messy. Why don't you go back to the Blue Wind Pavilion to find it?"
Lin Qingyu nodded: "Yes."
Lin Qingyu returned to the Blue Wind Pavilion, heard a burst of laughter outside the house, and couldn't help but sneer while he was relieved.
You can laugh with the maids as soon as you wake up, and someone's life is pretty hard.
As soon as he entered the room, he met Lu Wancheng's gaze, as if Lu Wancheng had been looking at the door.
Lu Wancheng coughed twice, then said with a hoarse voice, "Have you come back?"
"Hmm. How do you feel?"
"The feeling is that I am sick and I am alive again. I am sick again and I am alive again..."
Lin Qingyu lost her expression: "You are so energetic, so you drink the medicine yourself, don't always let others feed you."
Lu Wancheng laughed and said, "I didn't let you feed, so why did you become fierce again?"
"I..." Lin Qingyu closed her eyes slightly and calmed down. There are too many stupid people these days, he has been affected more or less, and his temper is hard to restrain. "I didn't want to kill you, it's just a habit, sorry."
Lu Wancheng was quiet, jokingly said, "Is it because I didn't die, and Doctor Lin was disappointed?"
Lin Qingyu nodded: "A little bit."
Lu Wancheng laughed, and there was only one pair of bright eyes in his sick face: "I'm sorry, I don't want it either."