The wedding is scheduled for August 16th.
The Wen family received a lot of betrothal gifts from the Guo family. Although they didn't pay much attention to the marriage, they still had to live up to their reputation.
Soon, the entire Wen family was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.
Three days before the wedding, Mrs. Guo came to visit again.
She came quietly, but with Song Yan around, Wen Qingzhu still knew the news.
In less than half an hour, Song Yan sent the little maid over to report the news.
Hearing what the little maid said, Wen Qingzhu frowned: "Did Mrs. Guo really say that?"
"Yes, Sister Songyan asked the servant to say so." The little maid was a little nervous, but she was still very fluent in what she said and did.
Wen Qingzhu asked her to take care of the little maid, and immediately sent someone to Fuyuan.
A quarter of an hour later, Wen Qingxin came over looking quite tired.
"I've met Seventh Sister."
"No need to be polite, sister Eleven, please sit down." Wen Qingzhu did not raise his head and continued to embroider the things in his hands.
Wen Qingxin glanced at it curiously and did not dare to ask any more questions.
After the petals were repaired, Wen Qingzhu raised his head and asked Lu Tao to pack up his things and take them away.
"Sister Eleven, last time you said that Mrs. Guo's husband was far inferior to the master of the Guo family's second wife?" Wen Qingzhu felt that there might be changes in the marriage.
Wen Qingxin nodded: "My father is in business and has always been in contact with the Guo family. Mr. Guo is an upright man. Over the years, the family has gained a lot of property. The Guo family's big house has never been as good as the second one."
"But Mr. Guo, the second wife, originally suffered from epilepsy. He even broke his leg after getting engaged a few years ago. I heard that he still feels uncomfortable walking now?" Wen Qingzhu asked again.
Wen Qingxin responded, not daring to say anything more.
In fact, ever since the Wen family started to fall apart, the third and third families were actually vying for the family property and had the upper hand.
Even though Wen Qingzhu was asking for help from her now, she still didn't dare to take it lightly.
"Eleventh sister, please ask Eleventh sister for help on the day Third Sister gets married." Wen Qingzhu said with a smile on his face.
Wen Qingxin clenched his hands and nodded slightly fearfully.
Half an hour later, Wen Qingzhu took Lu Tao out and met Mrs. Guo halfway.
"I've met Miss Seven." Mrs. Guo knew a lot of things. Although Wen Qingzhu didn't have any status now, she was still very respectful.
Wen Qingzhu looked at Mrs. Guo up and down and found that the hairpin on her head, the bracelets on her hands, and the necklace around her neck were better than the last time she saw them.
"Mrs. Guo is such a busy person. The Guo family is getting married the day after tomorrow. How come Mrs. Guo still has time to come to the Wen family?" Wen Qingzhu asked her with a half-smile.
Mrs. Guo's smile was very stiff, and she quickly explained: "Isn't this the second wife of the Guo family getting married! Our eldest brother is not very busy!"
"Really?" Wen Qingzhu squinted his eyes, feeling more and more strange about Mrs. Guo.
Last time she specifically inquired about Mrs. Guo, but other than the fact that she was sociable, she found out nothing else.
This made Wen Qingzhu very strange. She even asked the Lei family to inquire, but there was still no news.
"Is there anything else, Miss Wen Qi? If it's nothing, I'll leave first." Mrs. Guo bent down and asked again.
"Then Mrs. Guo, let's go first." Wen Qingzhu smiled and got out of the way.
After watching Mrs. Guo leave, Wen Qingzhu felt more and more strange as he looked at this deserted road.
It is possible that Mrs. Guo wants to destroy the second brother of the Guo family, but even so, the property of the second brother of the Guo family will not reach the hands of the first brother!
In order to avoid accidents, the second wife of the Guo family recognized a nephew from the clan.
When Wen Qingzhu was about to go back, he saw Oriole in the main room looking in the direction of Mrs. Guo.
Oriole's dress today is completely different from before.
It looks more like an ordinary girl's dress.
"Lu Tao, let's follow." Wen Qingzhu was worried that Oriole might attack Mrs. Guo.
After all, Mrs. Guo was responsible for the marriage between Wen Qingfang and the Chi family.
A quarter of an hour later, Wen Qingzhu quietly walked out of the door and followed Oriole leisurely.
After following him for a while, Wen Qingzhu saw Oriole entering an inn.
Wen Qingzhu and Lu Tao followed in, spent money, and booked a private room next door to where Oriole was.
After sitting down, Wen Qingzhu closed the door tightly and asked Lu Tao to take out an iron pipe and place it on the wall.
Wen Qingzhu stood in front of the iron pipe and listened patiently to the sounds next door.
But at first, what she heard was not Oriole's voice, but Mrs. Guo's.
"Miss Oriole, it's just such a small amount of money, and you just want to send me away?" Mrs. Guo's voice was obviously disdainful.
Oriole smiled gently and said: "Mrs. Guo, the young lady said that money is not an issue. As long as the young lady can facilitate the marriage between the second young master and Miss Xia, you can have as much money as you want."
Hearing this, Wen Qingzhu was slightly shocked.
Mrs. Guo was actually the one who pulled the strings between Wen Mingyu and Xia Feiyuan.
Unlikely!
Wen Qingzhu felt that this matter became more and more strange as he got older. Mrs. Guo's husband was only a small eighth-grade official, not even as good as Wen Bogui, so how could he be involved with He Xianbo's family.
"Humph! What Miss Oriole said is so nice. If you don't give me the money, you want me to do the work first!" Mrs. Guo was obviously very dissatisfied.
The sound of jade colliding with the table came from inside the iron pipe.
At the same time, Oriole tried hard to explain: "These bracelets were given to me by Madam last time. They are worth three hundred taels of silver. If Madam likes them, just accept them."
After a moment of silence on the other side, Mrs. Guo's tone became much better: "It's really costing Miss Oriole a lot of money. It's really difficult to deal with the Xia family's marriage, but I still have a way. I will find a way to let Miss Xia and Master Wen meet more. of."
"That's really troublesome for Mrs. Guo. The money you want is almost ready. When the next matter is completed, the money will be delivered to Mrs. Guo personally."
After saying this, Oriole said goodbye and left.
Wen Qingzhu thought for a moment. According to Mrs. Guo's outfit, he was afraid that he would need a lot of money from Dafang.
But where does Mrs. Guo have the ability to persuade people in the Xia family
Although He Xianbo is a title that is about to decline, the Wen family is still far from worthy of the Xia family.
What's more, Concubine Xia is Xia Feiyuan's biological sister. Is she willing to marry a loser like Wen Mingyu
Wen Qingzhu wanted to leave, but he heard the door next door opened again.
This time, Mrs. Guo's tone was very enthusiastic: "Master, why did you come here! The slave family has been waiting for you for several days!"
Wen Qingzhu couldn't help but leaned over and listened carefully.
But I heard a rich middle-aged male voice coming from next door: "Isn't it because the family is too busy and there is really nothing we can do?"
There was the sound of chairs moving next door. After a while, Mrs. Guo's voice became increasingly louder: "Sir, I'm busy helping you earn money. What's wrong with me?"
"Yes, yes, little one." The man next door lowered his voice.
However, Wen Qingzhu still noticed the impatience in his voice.
But what makes Wen Qingzhu even more intolerable is that although Mrs. Guo is not very old, she is still in her thirties.
Although she was well-maintained, she acted like a little girl, and Wen Qingzhu only thought she was coquettish.
It took me a long time to hold back the churning in my stomach.
After a while, Mrs. Guo's voice sounded again: "Sir, has the marriage between Miss Feiyuan and Jingyuan Marquis not been finalized yet?"
"No!" The middle-aged man was a little impatient, "Didn't I leave this matter to you? How could it be done like this?"
Mrs. Guo's tone was very aggrieved: "There is no way, the slave family is a small eighth-grade official's wife. No matter how much money the slave family makes, Mrs. Hou still despises the slave family! If the slave family is He Xianbo's wife, it will be completely No-"
Before Mrs. Guo finished speaking, the man yelled: "Shut up! There are too many people here!"
"Yes! The slave family knows..." Mrs. Guo's tone was obviously very unwilling.
Wen Qingzhu was completely stunned after hearing this.
She never expected that the man next door was actually the current Uncle He Xian, Xia Feiyuan's father!
He actually got involved with Mrs. Guo!
After a while, the other party discussed the matter of Xia Feiyuan and Jingyuan Houfu again.
Not long after, the man next door and Mrs. Guo left one after another.
Wen Qingzhu returned to his seat in a daze and asked Lv Tao to give him a glass of water.
Wen Qingzhu picked it up and tried to make peace, but encountered his own power.
"Miss! You haven't lifted up your veil yet!" Lu Tao reminded her.
Wen Qingzhu lowered the cup and took a sip of tea.
Today she just followed him casually, but she never expected that there was such an inside story.
Wen Mingyu is clearly the Xia family's backup. From Mrs. Guo's tone, it seems that the Jingyuan Marquis Mansion has been keeping Xia Feiyuan in mind.
This is getting really interesting.
After putting down the tea cup, Wen Qingzhu left the silver and left with Lv Tao.
What she didn't know was that after she left, a young man returned to this private room.
Behind him, he touched the tea cup that Wen Qingzhu drank from, lifted the cup and sniffed it, and then showed a sly smile at the corner of his mouth.
Not long after leaving the inn, Wen Qingzhu suddenly felt something wrong with his heartbeat.
what happened!
"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Lu Tao quickly supported her.
Wen Qingzhu waved his hand: "Let's go back first."
"Miss, be careful." Lu Tao sensed something was wrong and held Wen Qingzhu's hand tightly.
After walking for less than a quarter of an hour, Wen Qingzhu arrived at the door of a shop selling calligraphy and paintings.
Her face turned pale in an instant, and a trace of blood came out at the end.
Wen Qingzhu was instantly shocked: That cup of tea just now!
Finally, Wen Qingzhu's body softened.
When she was about to fall to the ground, a steady and strong hand held her other arm.
"careful!"
"Go ahead and ask my lady!" Lu Tao looked up and saw a strange man supporting Wen Qingzhu, and his hair suddenly exploded.
But Wen Qingzhu endured the abdominal pain and said, "It's okay, he is Mr. Pei!"
"Miss Wen, please come this way." Pei Yi quickly supported Wen Qingzhu and led him to the alley next door.
There was a carriage parked inside, and he asked politely: "If you don't mind, miss, you can get in the carriage and talk later..."
He glanced sideways behind him and whispered, "Someone is following you."
"I know." Wen Qingzhu quickly went through it in his mind. There was only one person who could poison her without being able to wipe her body.
"Trouble Mr. Pei!" Wen Qingzhu suffered severe pain in his abdomen again, and a mouthful of blood gushed out from his stomach.
The back of Pei Yi's hand was stained with this drop of blood.
His eyes darkened. Although he was separated by Mi Lei, he knew that Wen Qingzhu's situation was very bad.
"Get in the car!" Pei Yi said no more, picked up Wen Qingzhu and got directly into the car.
Before Lu Tao had time to speak, Pei Yi had already carried Wen Qingzhu in.
After a while, Pei Yi's voice came from inside: "Get in the car quickly, your lady is in very bad condition."
Lu Tao then quickly got into the car without realizing it.
Once inside, the carriage immediately started to move.
Wen Qingzhu, who was leaning against the car wall, had taken off the hat on his head.
Her face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat the size of soybean grains appeared on her head, and blood kept flowing from her mouth, falling drop by drop on her clothes.
"Miss!" Lu Tao started to panic completely.
However, Wen Qingzhu could only endure the pain and ordered Lu Tao intermittently: "Quick, the sleeve...there is...three, kill the three incense, take one third..."
Before he finished speaking, Wen Qingzhu vomited blood again, splattering a trace of blood on the car wall.