After receiving the emperor's verbal order, Lin Qingyu did not delay any longer, and when he returned to the Hou Mansion, he began to pack things, preparing to formally draw a line with Nan'an Hou Mansion.
When he got married, he only brought clothes and medical books, plus a Huantong, and he took these away when he left. The rest is the family property that he and that person snatched together: the money is stored in the bank and exchanged for silver bills; antique calligraphy and painting, field shops, house title deeds, and the dowry left by Wen are all taken away.
A few stewards have counted for most of the day and haven't finished counting. There are so many things. Lin Qingyu watched the guy packing things box by box, a hint of revenge throbbed in his heart.
Of course he can't use so much money. Neither his parents are extravagant people, and he doesn't have much money to use himself. But he would rather give the money to beggars on the side of the road than leave it to Nan'an Hou Mansion.
The property was given to him by that person, so why should he not take it
Pan has been doing things for Lin Qingyu, and has been in charge of the family for so long, so naturally he is aware of the family property. She watched that Lanfeng Pavilion was about to be evacuated, and the contents in the warehouse were mostly missing, but she remained silent all the time. At this moment, the family of Lu clan withered, the incense was cut off, and there was only a serious master in Nan'anhou in the huge Hou Mansion. What use is there no matter how much money there is. She had already dismissed the servants who had served Liang and her children before, and it would not cost much to raise the rest. Lin Qingyu didn't emptied the Hou Mansion, and left them some field shops. Relying on these, it was enough to keep her from worrying about food and clothing for the rest of her life.
On the day Lin Qingyu left, Pan specially went to Lanfeng Pavilion to send him off.
"Young Master... No, you should be called Doctor Lin." Pan said with a gentle smile, "May everything go well in the future and become a famous doctor like Lin Yuan's sentence."
This may be difficult. How can he be a man like his father with his narrow-mindedness and his narrow-mindedness.
"Thank you." Lin Qingyu said, "I let Zhang Shiquan stay in the Hou Mansion. He is a usable person. If you don't dislike him, you can let him continue to help with housework."
Even if others are gone, they want to keep their hands in Nan'an Hou Mansion. Nan'anhou has served the emperor for many years, and there may be value in utilization.
Pan's might be able to see his deep meaning, but he didn't ask much, just nodded his head.
Pan is a clever and obedient person, and Lin Qingyu doesn't dislike working with such people. He saw that Pan had lost a lot of weight and had a few more wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. He rarely said to her a few more words: "I remember, you were the Hou Mansion that was sold into?"
Pan said: "Yes. After my mother went there, I was the only one left. Even if I didn't enter the Hou Mansion as a concubine, I would go to a large family as a slave and a maidservant."
"If you also want to leave the Hou Mansion, I can help you figure out a solution."
Pan was taken aback and tightened the Sipa in his hand.
Lin Qingyu saw that she didn't agree to it immediately, so she almost knew the answer: "Or, do you want to keep guarding Nan'anhou?"
"I..." Pan sighed faintly, "I have been in the Hou Mansion for more than ten years, and this is my home. After I leave home, where can I go."
Lin Qingyu said: "Since I help you leave the house, I won't let you live worse than you are now."
Pan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Lin's kindness, the concubine has a good sense of five. It's just that Master Hou is my husband after all. How can a woman leave her husband?"
Lin Qingyu couldn't agree: "No one can't live without anyone, let alone who can't live without who leaves." He glanced in the direction of the memorial tablet, his tone was indifferent, "It's good to be used to it."
Just like him now, isn't he living well
Pan didn't want to leave, but Hua Lu knelt and begged Lin Qingyu to take her away. Hualu was originally given to Lu Wancheng's maidservant by Mr. Wen Guogong, and she had no affection for Nan'an Hou Mansion either. Lin Qingyu's original intention was to let her return to the government, but she herself wanted to stay with Lin Qingyu.
"Before Xiaohouye left, it was Shaojun who was most at ease. Hualu promised Xiaohouye that he would serve him with all his heart, and urge him to eat well and sleep well after he left." Hualu's eyes were red. With tears in his mouth, "I beg Young Master to take floral dew to go with you!"
Lin Qingyu chuckled softly: "That's what he said?"
The surname Jiang thought he would not eat well and sleep well as soon as he left. It's too worthy of myself.
Hua Dew nodded: "Young Master, please accept the flower dew!"
Lin Qingyu said, "Tomorrow, I will send someone to the Guogong Mansion to get your deed of sale."
Flower dew surprises: "Thank you Young Master!"
"You have become a member of the Lin Mansion, you don't have to call me'Young Master' again in the future."
Hua Dew nodded like garlic: "Thank you, Master!"
Before leaving, Lin Qingyu finally gave Nan'anhou a little bit of face, and went to see him in person, but Nan'anhou didn't want to see him.
When Lin Qingyu married into the Hou Mansion last year, Nan'an Hou was still the right-hand man of the sage, and he was in charge of the entire household. What a beauty. After only a year now, he has become a gray-haired, ashen-hearted person, and he doesn't even know that his property has been emptied. But even if he knew it, what could be done.
Finally, Lin Qingyu went to Lu's ancestral hall and gave Lu Wancheng six pillars of incense. Among the three pillars, he took the place of that person.
After doing this, Lin Qingyu left Nan'an Hou Mansion with dozens of cars of family properties, a bunk bed, and the person's tablet.
Walking out of the gate, he turned and looked at the solemn vermilion gate of the Hou Mansion and the word "Lu Mansion" hanging above it.
I also don't know whether Nan'anhou would regret forcing him to marry him in the house before Liang's madness; before Lu Qiaosong's death, Lu Niantao would regret having humiliated him when he stayed alone night and night.
Regret is right, he likes to see people who have offended him cry and regret the original appearance.
Lin Qingyu did not return to Lin Mansion after leaving the Hou Mansion. In the eyes of others, Nan'an Xiaohouye had been dead for less than three months, and his bones were still cold, and his male wife asked to leave the house. So disregarding etiquette, and not afraid of being found by his deceased husband in the middle of the night.
The ominous rumors of the male wife intensified in Beijing. Lin Qingyu may not care about the rumors, but he still has to consider it for his parents and younger brothers after all. Even though Mother Lin wanted him to live in Lin Mansion, he still refused.
Long before he went south, he asked Zhang Shiquan to buy him a Sanjin mansion in the middle of Beijing. It's not a big house, but he can live enough by himself. The house is not too far from the imperial palace and Lin Mansion, everything inside is packed, just waiting for the owner to move in. The subordinates were all personally selected by Zhang Shiquan. To be honest, they were less able to work and had a clean life experience. As soon as Lin Qingyu entered the door, the butler led them and shouted in unison: "Welcome the lord back home!"
Lin Qingyu: "...Master?"
Huantong laughed loudly: "The young master is only nineteen after the Chinese New Year. Why do you call him the old man? You call him old."
The steward explained with a smile: "The master is divided into families, and he is the head of the family in this house, so naturally he is the master."
"You don't have to call me like that." Lin Qingyu said, "It's the same as before."
The subordinate changed his words: "Yes, Master."
Lin Qingyu enshrined Jiang's tablet in the mourning hall and ordered his servants to look after him. The incense kept burning every morning, afternoon and evening. Everyone walked in and out, busy packing things. It doesn't matter to the side, he has to clean up the study and pharmacy.
Lin Qingyu put the books he had brought into the bookshelf, and Huantong ran to him and asked him, "Master, where is the bunk bed?"
Lin Qingyu thought for a while: "Just put it in the study."
In the future, if he doesn't want to go back to the bedroom to sleep, he can stay there for the night. He has never slept in the lower bunk.
At this time, Hualu moved in a pot of green bamboo, and muttered: "It's already March, and it will snow..."
"It's snowing?" Lin Qingyu paused, and looked out the window. Sure enough, snowflakes were floating outside.
On the first day of moving, Lin Qingyu sorted out in the study until late at night, and simply stayed in the study. He lay on the lower bunk, listening to the vague dialing in the distance, one slow and three fast—four more days.
This day passed again.
At the end of last year, that person walked on such a snowy night. As of today, seventy days have passed.
Lin Qingyu raised his hand and touched the wooden plank on the paved floor—the surname Jiang made him sleep well, but how could he sleep well in such a snowy night.
If the surname Jiang is still alive, I am afraid that he will sleep better than anyone else.
Fortunately, when the snow is over, winter will really come to an end.
The last snow of this winter lasted three days. Lin Qingyu was dressed in the official uniform of the Seventh Grade Medical Officer, walking on the snow inside the palace wall.
The one who led him was a handsome little eunuch. The little eunuch had just been working as a errand, and the first time he saw such a beautiful doctor, he couldn't help looking behind him frequently.
Dayu's official clothes are mostly dark. The doctor Lin was thin and tall, with an indigo-colored official uniform on him, which was even more beautiful than the ladies in the harem.
The two went well, and the little eunuch suddenly heard the beauty doctor calling him: "Father-in-law."
The little eunuch thought he was discovered by peeking, and said with a guilty conscience: "What's the order of Doctor Lin?"
Lin Qingyu said, "Is the East Palace far from here?"
"Not far," the little eunuch said. "Turn forward and walk a half a stick of incense and you will arrive."
Lin Qingyu nodded: "Thank you, father-in-law."
The little eunuch's cheeks were reddening: "Doctor Lin is polite."
Da Yu lays stress on medicine. The Imperial Medical Office and the Hanlin Academy are of equal status, and they are located on the northwest side of the palace. The official office and the palace are only separated by a wall. After the students of the Imperial Medical Office have completed their studies, they can walk through this wall and become the imperial physicians in the palace. Lin Qingyu skipped this step by relying on a prescription for the epidemic, and became a doctor of the seventh grade in the Taiyuan Hospital.
The little eunuch stopped: "Doctor Lin, the hospital is here."
Lin Qingyu looked at the golden three-character "Too Hospital", and felt a calmness he had never thought of.
He finally came here.
After walking eastward from the Taiyuan Hospital for a stick of incense, I arrived at the Palace of Qinzheng where the emperor handled government affairs and temporarily rested. In the Qinzheng Palace at this moment, the emperor is discussing with the important minister and the prince about Gu Fuzhou's resignation.
"Gu Fuzhou issued ten memorials in a row, asking me to allow him to return to Beijing immediately, as if staying in Yongliang for a day would kill him. According to Zhao Mingwei, he didn't sleep most of the night and was still in the account. Write memorial!" Emperor Lei Ting was furious, "This Gu Fuzhou used to cherish words like gold, and now he writes so many words, what on earth do he want to do!"
After all, the emperor waved his arm and pulled all the memorabilia on the dragon case to the ground.
The minister knelt on the ground: "The emperor calms down his anger."
Xiao Teng knelt down after him. There was a mess on the ground, and he saw several unfolded memorials, with a sentence written at the end of each page: Please come back quickly.