Wen Qingzhu turned around and protected Wen Mingxuan behind him.
Looking up, Wen Qingxin stood in front of them angrily, his face flushed.
"What's wrong with sister Qingxin?" Wen Qingzhu asked indifferently.
Wen Qingxin was even more angry and trembling when she saw that it had nothing to do with her.
"Brother is so kind to you! You actually deceived me with fake goods! Baixiang Qianxiang, catch them! Take them to grandma for evaluation!"
"You want grandma to comment?" Wen Qingzhu curled his lips. Wen Qingxin was indeed a brainless person.
"That's it! You ungrateful bitch! I must let my grandmother—"
"shut up!"
Before she finished speaking, Wen Jihua's voice interrupted her rudely.
Wen Qingxin hurriedly turned around, trotted over quickly, and said with sobs, "Dad! It's all the fault of that bitch!"
With a "pop" sound, Wen Jihua raised his hand and slapped her hard.
Wen Qingxin, who had never been beaten before, was stunned. She even forgot to cry out in pain and looked at Wen Jihua blankly.
"Bring the young lady back yet!" Wen Jihua's face was gloomy and he looked at the two maids next to him with an unkind expression.
Baixiang Qianxiang immediately stepped forward and pulled Wen Qingxin to leave.
Wen Qingxin came to her senses, covered her red and swollen cheeks, and cried loudly: "Daddy, you actually hit me!"
Wen Jihua looked at her coldly, without any emotion on his face.
Seeing his expression, Wen Qingxin endured it again and again.
Finally, he shook off the maid's hand, turned around and ran towards Fuyuan.
The surroundings finally became quiet.
Wen Jihua stepped forward, looked at Wen Qingzhu and said, "Xiaoqi, I'm sorry, I took your copybook without authorization. It's my uncle's fault."
"It doesn't matter. Is Mingliang back now?" Wen Qingzhu didn't care about this. What she cared about was which prince Wen Mingliang knew.
Wen Jihua didn't want to say more, so he just said: "Not yet, my fourth uncle will leave first."
"Yes." Wen Qingzhu greeted each other with a slight curl of the corner of his mouth.
It seems that the only calligraphy and painting from Wen Mingxuan's place has to be sent back to the east courtyard.
…
In the backyard, Wen Qingzhu taught Wen Mingxuan about herbal medicine.
Shaoyao stood on the other side, listening intently.
After finishing speaking, Wen Qingzhu looked at the two of them and asked, "Did you remember everything?"
"Yeah." Wen Mingxuan has a good memory, so there is no problem at all.
Shaoyao was a little hesitant.
"If you have any questions, just ask." Wen Qingzhu knew that she had a certain foundation in medical skills.
"What I want to ask is, if the medicine is used to treat the poison, what if it doesn't heal after a long time of treatment?" Shaoyao was a little worried.
She did not read the medical book Wen Qingzhu gave her, but only read the parts that were useful to her father.
Her father's illness was not a difficult one, but she had spent a lot of money to get rid of it, and she was really worried.
"The same disease will have different reactions in different people. In addition to paying attention to diet and daily life, you should also check whether there are other old diseases. The diseases will affect each other."
Wen Qingzhu revealed the reason why Guanshi Yao had not recovered from his long illness.
Shaoyao was slightly startled, and his mind quickly recalled the specific situation of his father.
A flash of inspiration flashed before her eyes, and she suddenly understood.
"Thank you, Miss, for your advice! My slave, I really don't know how to thank you!" When Shaoyao found out the reason, she couldn't help but kneel on the ground to thank her.
"If you don't understand something, just ask. If you read all the medical books, you will understand." Wen Qingzhu was not stingy with his advice.
After Wen Mingxuan left, Wen Qingzhu went to the small warehouse in the east courtyard.
Lu Tao and Xi'er were sorting out the things in the warehouse.
"Have you put away those unique calligraphy and paintings that Mingxuan brought over?" Wen Qingzhu glanced at the warehouse and found that it was full of dust.
Lu Tao heard her voice and hurriedly stood up and replied: "Put it away. This warehouse is small, so there won't be any problems. I'm worried about the big warehouse..."
"It's okay. The doorkeeper at the warehouse is my father's. Aunt Wu can't get in without a key."
While the two were talking, Mother Ye appeared behind them.
"Miss, your method is indeed effective! Those cunning shopkeepers saw the situation clearly in just half a day and handed over new ledgers. The slaves looked at them and found that most of them were fine."
Wen Qingzhu nodded: "That's good. Nothing happened outside."
Mother Ye stroked her palm and said, "By the way! It didn't go well at first, but a young master came forward to help me, and I successfully got the real account book."
"Who?" Wen Qingzhu was confused. Those shops were all under Lu's name.
Grandpa was a foreigner and died early. There is no one in the capital who is close to the Lu family.
Mother Ye replied: "It's Mr. Fu. He said his name is Fu Lie and he knows the lady."
"Fu Lie!" Wen Qingzhu's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, suddenly startled.
It's him!
"Is he a descendant of an old friend of the Fulu family?" Ye's mother was the dowry of the Lu family, but she had never heard that the Lu family had friends with anyone named Fu.
After coming back to his senses, Wen Qingzhu stabilized his fluctuating mood, retracted his hand and said, "Let's talk after we go out."
When they arrived at the study, Mother Ye put the new account book on the table.
Wen Qingzhu picked up the top book and opened it, reading two pages at a glance.
Generally no problem.
After putting down the account book, Wen Qingzhu tried to stay calm and asked Mother Ye: "Tell me how you met him and how he knew you."
Mother Ye recalled: "The slave has just arrived..."
That time at Fengguo Temple was probably the first time they met, and only Lu Tao was with her at that time.
But today he recognized Mama Ye as hers...
Wen Qingzhu's hands were trembling slightly, and the memories of his past life kept coming back.
Like a rolling revolving lantern, scenes passed before my eyes one after another.
She seemed to have discovered something that she didn't notice at first...
"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Mother Ye noticed something was wrong with her expression and asked immediately.
Wen Qingzhu took a deep breath, his eyes calmed down, and said, "It's okay, you continue."
Although Mother Ye had doubts in her heart, she continued: "I used the young lady's method to do it, and it was indeed effective. However, I was dubious with Shopkeeper Zhu from An Medicine Store and refused to hand over the real account book. During the dispute, Mr. Fu came and he When I came here, I saw my slave, and she said that you are the person next to Miss Seven, right?"
"Wait!" Wen Qingzhu interrupted her, "He recognized you at a glance?"
Mother Ye nodded, feeling strange in her heart.
Since Lu's death, she rarely goes out.
Later, she was transferred to the laundry room. Her current appearance is very different from her previous appearance.
It is almost impossible to recognize her at a glance unless you are a very familiar person.
Wen Qingzhu clasped his hands together, and the guess in his heart seemed to be confirmed.
"You go on."
"Then he asked the slave what happened. The slave thought that the young lady said she was not afraid of others knowing, so she told him everything. Unexpectedly, Mr. Fu immediately said, I will help you handle this matter. Then the shopkeeper wanted to fight, but They couldn't beat Mr. Fu at all, and later Mr. Fu didn't know what he said, and he wished the shopkeeper was willing to hand over the account books, and he resigned on the same day and left."
Listening to Mother Ye's words, Wen Qingzhu's heart ached.
Fu Lie's image of a thousand arrows piercing his heart appeared in front of his eyes over and over again.
"Ahem!" Wen Qingzhu couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't help but cover his heart.
"Miss! What's wrong with you?" Ye's mother hurriedly supported her.
After waiting for a while, Wen Qingzhu slowly said, "It's okay. Next time you meet him, thank him for me. If he needs anything, feel free to help him if you can."
Mother Ye looked at her expression and hesitated to speak.
When did the young lady know that young man
The two of them had just finished counting the accounts when Jasmine came in to report.
"Miss, the old lady has invited you. Sister Songyan is here to pick you up."
Wen Qingzhu handed the account book to Mama Ye and followed Jasmine out.
When she arrived at the front hall, she saw Song Yan waiting for her with a smile.
"Sister Songyan." Wen Qingzhu smiled softly, walked forward, and pulled Songyan to sit down.
Song Yan was not polite this time. After sitting down, she said, "Miss Qi, Master Ninth is back. He is explaining the situation to the old lady and wants to ask you what happened today."
Today's matter is not about the copybook.
"Thank you, Sister Songyan." Wen Qingzhu wisely handed her a purse secretly.
Song Yan weighed it and found it was very generous. The smile on her face became more friendly.
"Miss Seventh, do you want to prepare?"
"No, I'll go with my sister right away." Wen Qingzhu stood up, thinking that the old lady must be suspicious.
Taking Jasmine with him, Wen Qingzhu followed Song Yan to Fushou Hall.
As soon as he entered the house, Wen Qingzhu raised his eyes and saw his grandfather Wen Guanbin sitting in the main seat.
Next to him sat the old lady Liu. Next to Mrs. Liu, Wen Qingxin wiped her tears in grievance.
The first person on the left is Wen Shuquan, Wen Jihua and a depressed Wen Mingliang, and the first person on the right is the eldest lady.
"Grandfather, grandmother, father, fourth uncle, and auntie." Wen Qingzhu greeted them one by one.
Wen Guanbin has thick eyebrows and a square face. He is serious in speech and carries a sense of coercion.
Seeing her coming, he raised his eyes and asked, "How many Mr. Zhuang's copybooks do you still have in your hand?"
Wen Qingzhu respectfully replied: "There are also three copybooks, all of which are copied."
"Send someone to get it and take a look." Wen Guanbin looked directly over, as if to tell whether she was lying.
Wen Qingzhu had already been prepared and turned to Jasmine: "Go back to Lu Tao and ask her to send over Mr. Zhuang's copybooks."
"Yes." Jasmine was slightly nervous seeing so many masters for the first time.
The old woman in charge suddenly looked sideways and said, "Zi Yan, follow Jasmine and make sure to bring back all the copybooks in good condition."
"My slave, take your orders." The bright maid standing next to the old lady nodded immediately and followed Jasmine out.
Two quarters of an hour later, Lu Tao followed Zi Yan back, holding three copybooks in his hand.
"Bring it up!" Wen Guanbin stared at the thing in Lu Tao's hand and ordered.
Zi Yan smiled at Lu Tao, took the copybook and sent it to Wen Guanbin.
Wen Guanbin looked through it carefully and then placed it casually on the table.
The old lady called Zi Yan forward and asked a few questions in a low voice, and Zi Yan answered them one by one.
After looking at Wen Qingzhu again and again, the old lady turned to Wen Guanbin and said, "They were taken from Yanyuan's warehouse. There are only three books in total, and they are all here."
"I understand." Wen Guanbin looked at Wen Shuquan's row, "It's not like Mingliang did anything wrong this time. It looks quite real. Since His Highness the Fifth Prince has no blame, forget it this time. You must be careful in the future. Do you know cautiously?”
"Yes." The two adults and one child responded in unison.
Your Highness, Fifth Prince!
Wen Qingzhu froze instantly.