Father Lin's prescription is to fight poison with poison, and use poison to stimulate the potential vitality of the patient, thereby prolonging his life. The toxicity of the medicine is too strong, and the poison will develop after entering the body, which will bring unbearable pain and some uncontrollable side effects to the patient. After only three days of medication, Lu Wancheng's legs gradually lost consciousness.
Even so, the time it can buy is limited. Every day after winter may be the last day of Lu Wancheng's life. But as long as he was still alive, Xiao Wei wouldn't be stupid enough to attack Young Master Hou Mansion. Just as Xiao Wei himself said, he was waiting, and when Lu Wancheng died, everything was over.
In mid-October, Zhang Shiquan, who had been away from Beijing for a few months, was able to return to Beijing. The first thing he did after returning to Beijing was to see the two masters.
During this period, Lu Wancheng spent most of the time in a coma, and Zhang Shiquan only saw Lin Qingyu.
"Young Master, I've checked it all." Zhang Shiquan's voice was extremely low, "The extra income from Xuzhou Zhuangzi is indeed derived from operating private salt."
Lin Qingyu's eyes darkened, and she actually laughed: "It is a strange person to say that the Liang family has the ability, but even her own children can't protect her; to say that she is incapable and has the courage to do this. Once exposed, it is a death crime. also."
During the time of the first emperor, Dayu's private salt was rampant, and repeated prohibitions continued, which seriously affected the income of the court. After the saint ascended the throne, he vigorously cracked down on illegal salt, and even introduced a new salt law. Selling illegal salt over a certain amount is a capital crime. However, the profits of private salt are extremely high, and many people still take risks under the pressure. Lin Qingyu did not expect that the Liang family was one of them.
Lin Qingyu thought for a while, and then said: "If it's private salt, the income on the book shouldn't be so small."
"Young Master is wise. Zhuangzi is just a guise, and the bulk of it is in the hands of the wife's family."
This is no wonder. Compared with the Hou Mansion, the Liang family can only be regarded as a small family. They think that the emperor is far away, holding the name of Nan'an Hou Mansion Biezhuang, acting cheaply in Xuzhou, and making a fortune in silence. Local officials in Xuzhou, even if they perceive something, will hinder the face of Nan'an Hou Mansion, turning one eye and closing one eye.
With Nan'anhou's cautiousness, he would definitely not dare to do such an activity, and he has been kept in the dark even if he wanted to. Once things are revealed, the sage depends on his years of loyalty, and may not be as serious as a copycat, but it is always inevitable to seal the family.
Zhang Shiquan asked: "Young Master, do you want to tell Master Xiaohou about this?"
"No need." Lu Wancheng is still alive. He is a member of the Nan'an Hou Mansion in name, and he will also be implicated when things are revealed. Lin Qingyu looked out the window and said calmly, "After he goes, I will take care of...everyone."
The two also shared a lot of details of the evidence. Lin Qingyu thought that Xuzhou was not far from Hongzhou, and asked: "You traveled all the way back to Beijing from the south, did you encounter the epidemic?"
Zhang Shi is full of dignity: "The epidemic is fierce. Once a person is recruited, he will have a high fever and abdominal pain the next day, and his body will be covered with blisters. The frail people will die for less than three days. The dead from one village to one village in Hongzhou, many refugees The home is going north, and there are patients in the north one after another. I don’t know which day they will hit the capital. It is heard that famous doctors from all sides are gathering at the Imperial Medical Office in order to find a good anti-epidemic medicine as soon as possible."
The eventful autumn, the wind and the rain are precarious, this may be Dayu's coldest winter in the past ten years.
Low coughs came from the inner room, and it was Lu Wancheng who woke up. Zhang Shiquan said: "Young Master, I want to greet Master Xiaohou, I don't know..."
After all, Zhang Shiquan was the person Lu Wancheng invited to the house. Lin Qingyu understood his loyalty and said, "Go, don't stay long."
Lu Wancheng woke up and wanted to drink medicine. Today's medicine has not been delivered for a long time. Lin Qingyu intends to go to the pharmacy to take a look. Zhang Shiquan followed Hualu into the inner room, and saw Lu Wancheng lying on a bunk bed, his face was gray, and he had to be supported by others even if he was not a doctor. The day is waning to the west.
Lu Wancheng didn't have much energy to speak, "I'm back."
Zhang Shiquan felt sour in his heart: "please greet Master Xiaohou."
Lu Wancheng told Hualu to retreat first, and asked, "Are you done with what Shaojun asked you to do?"
Zhang Shiquan remembered that Young Master would not let him say more, and said: "Master Xiaohou rest assured, everything is under Young Master's control."
Lu Wancheng lightly nodded: "Then what I asked you to do. People, you can find them."
"Found it." Zhang Shiquan took out a thing wrapped in a kerchief from his arms, "This is a token that Xiaohouye wants."
Lu Wancheng moved his finger to motion Zhang Shiquan to open his veil. Zhang Shiquan asked: "Do you want to tell Shaojun about this?"
Lu Wancheng shook his head: "The time has not come." He thought for a while, and said, "Go and find the carpenter in the house for me."
On the other side, Lin Qingyu had heard waves of arguing and noisy before the pharmacy, among which was the voice of Huantong.
"Blue Wind Pavilion uses this kind of Polygonum multiflorum every day, everyone knows it!"
"The young master's disease is a disease, but the third young master's disease is not a disease? The pharmacy of Polygonum multiflorum in the millennium is not much. All of them were taken by your Blue Wind Pavilion before. What happened to us today?"
Huantong said angrily: "How can the third young master's disease compare with Xiaohou's disease!"
Lin Qingyu interrupted aloud, "What's going on."
When everyone saw Lin Qingyu, they immediately closed their mouths, but they were obviously not convinced. At this time, the landlord is coming back up again, and the young master is dying again, and time is running out. The servants are naturally not as respectful to this young king who is about to be a widow.
"Master!" Huantong ran up to him and told him indignantly what happened.
Encouraged by his mother and sister, Lu Qiaosong regained his strength and sought out countless doctors to treat himself. He didn't know how much medicine he had taken, but he still didn't see any improvement. He didn't dare to expect to be able to recover to the previous state seven times a night, he just wanted to leave himself a queen.
A few days ago, a quaint doctor came to the house to recommend himself, saying that he has a good recipe for Lu Qiaosong to regain his power. Lu Qiaosong was rushed to the doctor for his illness, and regardless of the details of the quack doctor, he was asked to follow the prescription. There is a thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum in the prescriptions of the quack doctors. It is a medicine that is hard to find. Even in the homes of marquis such as Nan'an Houfu, the stock is pitiful.
Lu Wancheng's medicine also needed a thousand years of Polygonum multiflorum. It took Lin Qingyu a lot of money to find some. There is a pharmacy for Lu Wancheng to use the medicine. Today, Huantong came to get the medicine as usual, and happened to ran into the person in Qingdai Pavilion and asked the pharmacy's buddy to give them some millennia Polygonum from Lanfeng Pavilion. Huantong decisively rushed to stop it, and both parties quarreled and almost started their hands.
Lin Qingyu said: "In the future, the medicine in Blue Wind Pavilion will not be kept in the pharmacy. Huantong, take the medicine from Xiaohouye back, and we will fry it by ourselves."
A courageous mother from Qingdai Pavilion stepped forward and said, "Young Master, Young Master and Third Young Master are brothers. Third Young Master needs medication. As the older one is the eldest brother, isn't it possible to let the younger brother let him?"
"No," Lin Qingyu said coldly, "Tell your third young master that his illness will never be cured in this life. He will always be a'useless' person."
The mother gritted her teeth and said with a strange aura of Yin and Yang: "Shao Jun said so, I can only tell you what you have said to the third young master and his wife. When the wife enters the palace, I will also inform the side concubine about this matter."
Lin Qingyu sneered and said, "You'd better not miss a single word."
Back to Lanfeng Pavilion, Huantong took the medicine to the small kitchen to decoct it. When Lin Qingyu came to the bedroom, Lu Wancheng had already sat up.
It is very difficult for Lu Wancheng to get out of bed now. He asked the carpenter to make a small square table that can be placed on the bed. His hands were shaking so badly that he had to hold his right wrist with his left hand to barely paint.
Seeing Lin Qingyu coming, Lu Wancheng put down his pen and smiled: "Ah, my wife is back."
Lin Qingyu: "..."
The word "wife" in Dayu means an elderly woman, and Lin Qingyu really doesn't know why Lu Wancheng calls him that way. But he knew that Lu Wancheng was not malicious, and he was very happy every time he called him that way. Perhaps in Lu Wancheng's hometown, "wife" has other meanings, such as being able to refer to friends and confidants.
Thinking of Lu Wancheng's half-dead appearance when the poison came out, Lin Qingyu acquiesced in him calling that once or twice. "Have you seen Zhang Shiquan?"
"Well, I have seen it."
"What did he say to you."
Lu Wancheng coughed dullly and said, "It's just a simple question of hello."
Lin Qingyu sat down on the side of the bed and saw that Lu Wancheng drew a strange symbol on the paper: an arc was embedded in a circle, and there was a small circle inside the arc, like an eye. "What's this?"
Lu Wancheng didn't answer and asked, "Qingyu, do you know what people who play doubles have in common."
This question Lu Wancheng said to him before: "Like to be cheap."
"This is one of them." Lu Wancheng said, "Secondly, those who play doubles will definitely fall in love with one of them in the end, and will not love it, and strive for repentance. These doubles often have last names. Shen, Chu, Bai, Xie..."
Lin Qingyu was fortunate that what Lu Wancheng met was himself, except for himself, who could understand Lu Wancheng's inexplicable words. "Do you mean that Xiao Wei would be moved by a stand-in?"
Lu Wancheng smiled and said, "Really smart."
Lin Qingyu recalled: "Shen, Chu, Bai... Shen Huai knows?"
Lu Wancheng was surprised: "How do you know?"
"You wrote this name."
Lu Wancheng snorted and exclaimed, "This is too smart."
"So, who is this Shen Huai knowledge?" Lin Qingyu asked, "Is it a concubine in the East Palace?"
"No, he is a man. He is Xiao Teng's shadow guard." Lu Wancheng stared at the pattern on the paper with white lips, "He often hides beside Xiao Teng, maybe he has seen us.
Lin Qingyu saw the signs of Lu Wancheng's toxic development, and calmly said: "Let's not talk about this first, you lie down and rest."
At this time, there was a loud noise outside—
"The eldest master needs to rest, please come back to the third master."
"Go away!"
"If the Third Young Master wants to forcefully break through, the servants and maidservants can only-ah!"
Lin Qingyu stood up: "It's Lu Qiaosong, it must be for Polygonum multiflorum."
Lu Wancheng coughed again, his face extremely ugly.
Lin Qingyu was about to ask someone to drive Lu Qiaosong away, and Lu Qiaosong had already rushed in. Lin Qingyu stood in front of Lu Wancheng's bed, his eyebrows were coldly erected: "Go away."
Lu Qiaosong's face was sickly and grim, and he never saw the romantic past again, and even his temper became distorted. He pointed to Lu Wancheng, without a smile, and said, "Just like him, no more medicines will help! Why is he fighting with me? Could he still give the Lu family a queen!"
Lin Qingyu didn't want to pay attention to him: "Come here."
Huantong came with a few small servants: "Master!"
"Drag it out."
Lu Qiaosong was tied with his hands, still reluctant to leave, staring at Lin Qingyu fiercely: "Lu Wancheng, a half-dead person, how long can you arrogant Lin Qingyu? When he dies, what else can your widowed male wife do? Wind and waves! At that time, you should be sold to Jiaofangsi, and let the man take care of it. It's not in vain that you have such a face!"
Lin Qingyu tried his best to suppress the turbulent malice. Lu Wancheng needs a rest, he just needs to drive people away. Others, it is not too late for him to settle well with Lu Qiaosong after Lu Wancheng sleeps.
"Qingyu, I, I'm a little uncomfortable, Qingyu..." Lu Wancheng weakly called his name, and suddenly "Well", with bright red blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
Huantong said in surprise: "Master Xiaohou!"
In an instant, Lin Qingyu's cold eyebrows skyrocketed. He roughly grabbed Lu Qiaosong's skirt and slammed it against the pillar of the room: "Look for death."