When you arrive at your mother-in-law’s morning and dusk, let alone the big family, even the small family is what the daughter-in-law should do every day. Lin Qingyu was extremely disgusted, but in order not to leave Liang's handles, she had to go to Liang's to do some tricks every day.
In the past, the Liang family couldn't say anything to him. He never responded to women's topics. Liang couldn't help him. He often asked him about Lu Wancheng's situation and allowed him to return to the Blue Wind Pavilion.
Early this morning, Lin Qingyu stepped into the main hall and saw the Liang family sitting in the main seat, knowing she had something to say.
Sure enough, Liang gave him two new cups of tea, and said while tasting: "Qing Yu, you have been married to the Hou Mansion for a while."
Lin Qingyu did not answer. Liang waited for a while, and then said, "You know, what is the most important thing about being a regular wife?"
Lin Qingyu said calmly: "I don't know."
"The top priority, of course, is to have children for the husband. However..." Liang sighed, looking extremely sorry.
Lin Qingyu sneered in her heart: "I can't do this. Madam can let Master Xiao Hou divorce me and marry a good wife who can do it."
The Liang was probably used to his cold words, and he didn't get annoyed when he was hit. On the contrary, he smiled and said, "What stupid things you say, you are Wan Cheng's lucky star, and Wan Cheng can't live without you in this life."
After Liang said, he looked at Lin Qingyu's expression and saw that he was unmoved, he constricted his face, and said with a serious face: "The so-called'parents and godsons', your godson can't do it for the time being, so you can only learn.' Husband'. You are the young master of the Hou Mansion, and you should also learn how to take care of things in the mansion, so that you can share your worries for the night."
"Sharing the worries for Xiaohouye?" Lin Qingyu laughed, "Dare to ask Mrs. Xiaohouye what's worrying? Is it because the thrush can't sing, or the starling can't call people anymore. Or... is it his condition?"
Just as Lin Qingyu guessed, when hearing the word "sickness", Liang's lips pressed unnaturally: "Dr. Zhang will take care of Wan Cheng's condition."
"If I remember correctly, Master Hou once asked me to take care of Master Xiaohou's body. At that time, my wife was also there."
"Indeed, there is such a thing."
Lin Qingyu nodded lightly, "Is that lady finished."
Liang's ten fingers gradually clenched, but his mouth smiled: "Long before you got married, I heard the matchmaker say that the son of the hospital not only gave birth to a first-class appearance, but also was gifted and talented. Outstanding, has the ability to remember. Those who can do more, you are so smart, it is certainly not difficult for you to take care of housework and the body of the late-come."
An old woman walked in. It was Mother Liu who was punished to do hard work a month ago. Mother Liu presented a few thick ledgers and said: "Please read it, Shaojun."
Lin Qingyu picked up the top one casually, and said indifferently: "I haven't seen you in one month. It seems that Mother Liu is obviously getting old. I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to work hard."
Mother Liu reluctantly smiled and said, "The slave and maid made a mistake, and she deserves to be punished."
"These are just the ledgers for this month. Try to organize them first. If you don't understand, you can ask your mother at any time." Liang said, "There are a lot of them, but depending on your ability... Three days, within three days you How about tidying up the ledger and returning it to mother?"
Before Lin Qingyu could speak, Mother Liu rushed to talk: "Young Master, Madam, this is you."
"No," Liang said with a smile, "I am old and want to enjoy the blessing. In the future, this huge Hou Mansion will still have to be controlled by Qing Yu."
Although the drama between the master and the servant is clumsy, it makes sense. The mistress delegates the stewardship to the young emperor, whoever thinks it is the mistress who is generous and trusts the young emperor. If Shaojun shirks, he just doesn't know what is good and bad, and is in vain.
The question is, did Liang really let him be the steward
how is this possible. The Liang family is not like Lu Wancheng's biological mother. She was born ordinary, and her father was only a fourth-grade servant, and she still had to tremble in front of Nan'anhou. There was the eldest son left by the original spouse, and his own biological son was a trash. The only thing the Liang family could stand by in the Hou Mansion was the power of the family.
He has no interest in the power of the Hou Mansion, but he is still a little interested in seeing Liang's regret and shame.
"Madam's kindness, I take it with my heart." Lin Qingyu threw the account book in his hand back on the tray, "I accept these accounts too."
Liang nodded with satisfaction: "Qingyu, don't let Wei Niang down."
As soon as Lin Qingyu left, the gentleness on Liang's face immediately moved away and murmured, "He promised to be so refreshing..."
Madam Liu squinted at the direction of the door: "Don't look at Shaojun as tall as an immortal, but she is still thinking about the wealth of the Hou Mansion in her heart."
Liang shook his head: "He only thinks of the Imperial Medical Office. It shouldn't be this kind of person."
"Why not? Madam, knowing people, knowing the face and not knowing the heart, you must be careful, don't let Young Master really take away the power of housekeeping."
"Then you can rest assured." Liang said leisurely, "I sent someone to inquire, he never asked about the account book in the Lin Mansion before. No matter how talented he is, it is impossible to take care of both sides, just see if he wants to give up. Which one. As for the stewardship... in the end it can only be mine."
Mother Liu said diligently: "Madam wise."
Liang helped Mother Liu's hand and slowly got up: "Give people who understand the account a breath, don't let them help those who shouldn't."
Madam Liu hurriedly said, "The slave and maidservant will go now."
In the Blue Wind Pavilion, Lu Wancheng slept until midday as usual before waking up. Seeing that his face was not so good, Hualu asked him what he was uncomfortable with. Lu Wancheng rubbed his forehead and said, "Headache."
Hualu nervously said: "It's good, how can I get a headache."
Lu Wancheng guessed: "Probably because of lack of sleep."
Flower Dew: "..."
Although it is common for Lu Wancheng to have headaches and brain fever, Hualu did not dare to neglect, so she went to the study and invited Lin Qingyu over.
Lin Qingyu checked his pulse, touched his forehead, and said, "You sleep too much."
Lu Wancheng was shocked: "Impossible."
"Why is it impossible?" Lin Qingyu said, "Do you think you are a baby? If you sleep for eight hours at twelve o'clock a day, you don't have a headache who has a headache."
Lu Wancheng sighed, "What should I do then."
Lin Qingyu sat on the edge of the bed, pressing the temples on both sides for Lu Wancheng, with no intensity or intensity: "Sleep less. You want to wake up in the future, maybe so..."
The voice stopped abruptly.
Lu Wancheng was resting on Lin Qingyu's lap, smelling the faint smell of books on his body, and suddenly there was a hint of uncertainty. He stiffened for a moment, telling himself that Lin Qingyu was also a boy, then relaxed, and closed his eyes to enjoy the peace of this moment.
But not long after he had enjoyed it, Lin Qingyu stopped mercilessly and got up, letting Hualu replace it.
Lu Wancheng said quietly, "Is this over?"
"I am very busy."
"Huh? What are you up to."
Lin Qingyu fluttered and dropped a sentence: "You have a good stepmother."
When Lu Wancheng inquired a little, he knew what had happened in the morning. He couldn't help but chuckled and said, "This is a bit anxious, I can't wait for a few months... Yes."
The flower dew was unclear, so she replied: "If we are the young master butler in the future, wouldn't our life be better?"
Lu Wancheng smiled and said, "What are you thinking about."
In the afternoon, Lin Qingyu ran out of the study holding the medicine. The Blue Wind Pavilion has an elegant pavilion, which is most suitable for enjoying the spring scenery. It's a pity that Lin Qingyu was a step late, and the pavilion was already taken up first.
Lu Wancheng was lying halfway on the rocking chair, basking in the sun lightly. He was dressed in red, with a lazy look, and the long hair that was bundled up at random added to him a bit of wind and chic.
Hearing the footsteps of Lin Qingyu, Lu Wancheng opened his eyes and looked: "Why is Doctor Lin here? I thought you were going to stay in the study for a day."
Lin Qingyu said: "Pound the medicine."
Lu Wancheng asked: "Huh? Don't you look at it?"
Lin Qingyu said: "I'll talk later."
"Then you have to read the medical book to dispense medicine, but also check the account? You want all of it?"
Lin Qingyu asked, "Otherwise?"
"Can you come here?"
"Try it."
"Oh... Doctor Lin, what kind of medicine are you pounding now?"
"A good medicine for a man with kidney deficiency."
Lu Wancheng:
Pavilions and waterside pavilions, flowers and trees help sparse. Two of them basked in the sun and the other smashed medicine, sharing this boundless spring scenery.
It was getting late after Lin Qingyu finished today's dispensing matters. He lit the lamp in the study and began to read the account book. He has never been in contact with Fuzhong's general affairs, but he often accompanied his mother when he was young. His mother often reads the accounts, and he knows the general idea.
Bookkeeping is done in a streamlined way, so it’s not difficult to understand. But the account book Liang gave him was small and fuzzy. He only looked at it for half an hour, and his eyes were sore. In addition, the recording date is confusing, the language is unclear, and the missing content from one book appears in the other... No wonder Liang wants him to finish it in three days.
But even so, he may not be unable to do it.
In the dead of night, the candlelight flickered. Hearing the soft sound of the door, Huantong, who was waiting at the desk, ran to open the door: "Master Xiaohou? Why are you still asleep."
Lu Wancheng stepped into the study with the help of Hualu: "The night is long and I don't want to sleep. Besides, your young master won't let me sleep more."
Lin Qingyu looked down at the account book and said, "I let you sleep less during the day, and didn't let you stay up late."
From morning to night, Lin Qingyu didn't stop for a moment, and it was already exhausted at this time. Seeing Lin Qingyu's tired face, Lu Wancheng's chest tightened and said, "It's too late, or don't look at it first. I'll leave today's affairs to you tomorrow, how about?"
Lin Qingyu didn't look up, "Tomorrow I want to hand it over to today's Xiaohou."
"… Ok?"
"Since Young Master Xiaohou has a long night and has no intention of sleeping, why not come and help me..."
Lu Wancheng choked and walked back with his forehead: "My head starts to hurt again. Let me lie down again, lie down again..."
Lu Wancheng strayed so fast that it made Huantong wonder if his illness had healed. Huantong served Lin Qingyu a new cup of tea, and whispered: "Master Xiao Hou is really true. I can't help at all."
Lin Qingyu is accustomed to: "He is just a lazy bone. I hope he might as well burn incense and worship Buddha."
When the words were over, Lu Wancheng actually turned back and walked in front of Lin Qingyu involuntarily, looking at the books spread out on the table with a solemn expression.
Lin Qingyu was inexplicable: "What?"
Lu Wancheng leaned forward and blew out the table lamp.
Lin Qingyu: "..."
In the darkness, he felt a slight cold in his wrist, and he was actually held: "Go to sleep, the account book... Leave it to me."
Lin Qingyu opened her hand: "Leave it to you? Don't you bother to do it."
Lu Wancheng was speechless for a while and couldn't refute it.
"Besides, if you were to be found out by the Liang family, wouldn't it be punishing me for a crime of disrespect of my husband? I want to do this well because of..."
"I know, you want to take this opportunity to slap her in the face, but you don't have to have trouble with yourself. You don't like housekeeping, why do you want to force yourself." Lu Wancheng said, "Huantong, hide Huozhezi, Don't let your master light the lamp."
Lin Qingyu said coldly: "Master Xiaohou, you just need to take care of yourself. It's not your turn to take care of my business. Huantong, turn on the lamp."
Huantong didn't dare not listen to the young master's words, and turned on the lamp again, only to see that Lu Wancheng's expression was no longer lazy and casual, and raised his eyebrows and said, "What's your matter?"
Such Lu Wancheng made Lin Qingyu a little strange.
Lu Wancheng said again, "Why is it your business that my stepmother makes trouble? Shouldn't it be mine."
"Don't bother," Lin Qingyu's voice was slightly cold, "Master Xiaohou just recover from illness in peace."
Lu Wancheng was silent for a moment, then smiled suddenly, but returned to normal again: "But without Doctor Lin in the house, I can't sleep at night."
"Then you stay on it." Lin Qingyu didn't feel distressed at all, "Occasionally staying up all night will not kill anyone."
Lu Wancheng: "..."
Neither of them slept well this night. Lin Qingyu went to bed in the middle of the night, got up early in the morning and continued to bury his head in the books.
"Master," Huantong's voice sounded outside, "An uncle wants to see you, and he said he was sent by Master Xiaohou."
What does Lu Wancheng want to do.
Lin Qingyu frowned: "Let him in."
Not long after, a well-looking middle-aged man walked in and said: "Please peace of mind to Young Master. The villain is the manager of the accountant at the Mansion of Wen Guo, his surname is Zhang, and his name is Zhang Shiquan."
Lin Qingyu was startled slightly, and understood most of it: "Master Xiaohou asked you to come..."
"Little Hou Ye wrote a letter overnight to Lord Guo. The letter said that Young Master had a bad debt to deal with, and he was a little weak. After the Lord Guo chose carefully, he sent a villain to help him." Zhang Shiquan respectfully said. "You can rest assured, Shaojun, I have been doing errands in the account since I was a child, no matter how bad the accounts are, I can settle them all over again."
Lin Qingyu returned to his mind and handed a ledger to Zhang Shiquan: "Zhang is in charge and take a look."
Zhang Shiquan turned a few pages slightly, and then said: "This ledger was obviously deliberately disrupted. If Young Master can trust him, let the villain be busy for one day. If you look bad, you should go to rest. "
There is a specialization in the art industry, if he can achieve the goal, he doesn't want to waste time on it.
Lin Qingyu walked out of the study, stopped a maidservant, and asked, "Where is Master Xiaohou."
The maid said, "Master Xiaohou will go to the garden after finishing his meal."
Lin Qingyu came to the garden. Lu Wancheng was playing pot pots with a few servant girls. Huantong lost half of her monthly bill and wailed with distress. Lu Wancheng smiled from the side with his mouth flying, alive as an unlearned and unskilled disciple.
Lin Qingyu watched him for a long time, and suddenly felt... She seemed to be able to understand Lu Wancheng.