Lin Qingyu and Chang Yang went directly back to Lanfeng 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. Lu Qiaosong didn't admit it at first. Later, Nan'an Hou recruited the young man who had been 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 stayed in the gentle countryside outside.
Seeing that things were revealed, Lu Qiaosong said that all he was looking for were some young men who did not sell themselves, and that being with them could not be reciting poems, tasting wine and enjoying piano, and he never went too far.
When Nan'anhou heard the word "them", he became even more furious. He immediately slapped Lu Qiaosong and punished him to go to the clan and ancestral hall to reflect on it for one day, and then to suspend him for another month. Nan'anhou also moved the matter to Liang's anger, reprimanding her godson for being bad, and even her son couldn't control her, so how could she take care of the huge Hou's house.
Lin Qingyu heard this and asked, "That's it? Is there anything else?"
Huantong shook his head: "Nothing."
Lin Qingyu sneered coldly: "Except for reflection, 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 grapes soaked in the well water. Half a day later, the fever started. Fortunately, it was only low fever, Lu Wancheng was still sober, but his face was ugly and scary.
Lin Qingyu checked his pulse 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 won't 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 to 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 many singers and actresses in the mansion 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 and played the piano, but 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 has no rules for giving singers a month. They used to rely on the three young masters for their livelihood. Now the three young masters are struggling, so 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 cannot 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, and even smiled a little compassionately, "Since the third brother likes it, I am a sister-in-law, how can it not be his reason."
Pan was unsure of Lin Qingyu's attitude, and tentatively said: "Shaojun means..."
"Tell them that Nan'an Hou Mansion does not support useless people. The monthly expenses of the Qingdai Pavilion far exceed the standard. 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... only It’s up to them whether they can stay or not."
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. They finally found a generous master who can live in the Hou Mansion and eat and drink. If it is 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 just listening to small tunes, or when guests come, let them wait on their long faces, and occasionally pick 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, 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 boring, no improvement, no deterioration, just hanging in such a serious manner, 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 obvious." 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 and said, "Understood, it's poisonous."
Lin Qingyu hesitated for a moment without denying it.
"Then the question is, who do you want to use 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 good medicine. So you didn't lie to me. I remember that the singer who was raising at home could not 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, immediately because he has humiliated you."
Lin Qingyu's throat rolled, staring straight ahead, and calmly said: "Yes. Why, you don't think he deserves to die, I'm too cruel?"
Lu Wancheng smiled and deliberately said, "It seems... a bit?"
"Heh, whatever you think." Lin Qingyu looked complacent, "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 they 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 could 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 was sane, and he knew that he was in a situation where he was rushing to kill himself.
Until Lu Wancheng said that he liked him to do bad things, and even encouraged and helped him 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 agitated, he closed his eyes, and said, "What's more, as long as he follows the doctor's instructions and does not touch the singers and actresses, he may not die."
Lu Wancheng finally chuckled and sighed softly, "Qingyu, you deserve to be... 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."