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 being planted in the yard, and they don’t dare to 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 will 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?'"
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, studying ink for him.
The ink fragrance was strong, but Lu Wancheng could still capture the light medicinal fragrance on Lin Qingyu's body, and couldn't help wondering when his nose was so sharp.
It was rainy in spring, and the rain did not stop for a few days. The spring rain outside the window is cool, floating and misty, like a entangled 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, just wrote it casually.
They all speak like their own words. Lu Wancheng's words are fluent, like clouds and flowing water, free and easy, and 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 witnessed the scene of Master Xiaohou writing and his young master "clearing his sleeves and adding fragrance". He was shocked a lot, and it took him a long time to remember what he was doing: "Master, a box was given 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 yell your hands sorely. Will you have a leisurely feeling to practice writing?"
"Oh, it was not forced. When I was a child, I was very active and moved too much. 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. , Either this class or that class, I can’t even get enough sleep..."
Huantong sympathized and said, "Master Xiao Hou is too miserable! Even if you are not in good health, you will be tossed so much, 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 unsure of 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 casually holding the penholder and applying force, the pen would 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 servant Lin Qingyu who was standing beside him suffered greatly. Lin Qingyu was not too 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 enough to taste the smell of ink. After he came back, he immediately "bah bah bah".
Realizing his mistake, Lu Wancheng 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, it would be too unkind. He held back his laugh 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 mole. Lin Qingyu blinked his eyes instinctively when he stretched his hand over, like a butterfly wing's long eyelashes, lightly sweeping 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 regained consciousness, 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, you 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 was a pity that his family was in the wrong, and for the sake of his livelihood, he had to commit himself to being a concubine. 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 doesn't fight or grab, and she 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 a moment of peace. Pan's was 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 is also true this time. Lin Qingyu has never liked the people in Nan'anhou's mansion, but because of the wedding gift that Pan gave him and Lu Wancheng, he also sent medicinal stickers when he was sprained. He is not annoying to this person, and he is simply indifferent.
Lin Qingyu patiently made a few polite words with her, and said, "If you have anything important, you can just say it straight."
Pan nodded and said, "There will be Qingming in a few days. The Lu family's hometown is in Lin'an, and the worship of the ancestors 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 wife would go to Changsheng Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings from the ancestors. Now, the wife has not healed from illness, and Hou Ye..." Pan stopped and said nothing.
Since the concubine Chen's birthday, the Liang family rarely showed up in front of others. It's a recuperation, but it's a foot restraint. 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. But she had committed Nan'anhou's taboo, and she would have to suffer a lot.
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, and I can never replace my wife with incense. You are the young gentleman of the Ming Dynasty in 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 lighted 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 walked forward and bowed to Lin Qingyu, saying: "Ten years ago, I had not yet entered the house, and I lived with my mother, and lived by washing and weaving. The winter is bitter, and my mother catches the wind and cold. It does not heal for many days and is dying. However, the family is surrounded by walls and can’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’s 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 the house to see my mother, but also paid for the medicine. 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 and wiped his tears, and said in embarrassment: "Let Young Master look at the joke. I just want to say that 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 someone to prepare for the Qingming trip. But the rain still showed no signs of stopping. It 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 to Yu. Lin Qingyu asked once and couldn't get the answer, so he didn't bother to ask again, whatever he wanted.
On this day, Lu Wancheng started to daze on the bed again, Hualu brought medicine, and he didn't respond when he asked him to drink the medicine.
Hua Lu turned her head and asked Lin Qingyu for help: "Shao Jun, 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 showed displeasure and threatened: "If you don't say anything, I will let Huantong lift your quilt at dawn every day."
Lu Wancheng choked: "I'm like this, can you be a little sympathetic?"
"How about you."
Lu Wancheng hid his face with his hands, and said in pain, "I'm the fuck, it looks like it's going to work."
Lin Qingyu:
"What does not mean."
Lu Wancheng seemed to be unable to say anything: "It just doesn't work. 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 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 mixing of these drugs will cause some men’s... 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 you make people angry, he will have to coax him; be reasonable—as everyone knows, a big beauty can't be reasonable with mortals.
Lu Wancheng held back for a while, before Fang said, "I don't need it. But it's not the same as whether it can be used or not."
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, two words that Lin Qingyu could not understand popped out of his mouth: "... awesome."