More than an hour later, Concubine Hui and Jiang Dejia finally left.
Wen Qingzhu, who was sitting behind the black cloth, let out a long sigh of relief.
After a while, Shaoyao turned back.
She saw the brocade box on the table, opened it, and told Wen Qingzhu, "Miss, it's a whole Qianjin Pill!"
"I know..." Wen Qingzhu's voice was weak.
After a while, Shaoyao helped Wen Qingzhu out.
Sitting on the soft couch, Wen Qingzhu was still sweating all over, and Shaoyao gave her a cup of hot tea.
After drinking hot tea, Wen Qingzhu felt a little better.
Wen Qingzhu, who was sitting quietly on the sofa and still holding the teacup, fell into deep thought.
Just now she asked about Concubine Hui's condition, and the questions and answers were all normal.
But Wen Qingzhu always felt uneasy in his heart.
Regarding Concubine Hui, Wen Qingzhu actually couldn't see through it.
Some of the questions asked today involved some privacy. Concubine Hui did not say anything, but she felt something unusual.
On the surface, Concubine Hui's heartache seems to have only appeared after giving birth to Jiang Dejia.
But from Concubine Hui's answer, Wen Qingzhu realized that Concubine Hui had developed such symptoms soon after entering the palace.
After concentrating for a moment, Wen Qingzhu decided to analyze the ingredients of Qianjin Pill first.
In September of golden autumn, Qiu Wei, which had been suspended for two years, was brought up again.
When he received the news, Wen Qingzhu felt slightly uneasy.
I always felt that there was something more to this matter.
Over at the Wen family, Wen Qinglian's health was getting worse day by day.
Wen Qingzhu went over and looked at it several times. The scorpion venom had already begun to act in her body.
Even though she had given Wen Qinglian half a thousand gold pill before, it was not enough.
Early that morning, Wen Qingzhu had just left Liuyuan with Shaoyao.
He ran into Grandma Lu, who came with a few maids.
"This old slave has met Miss Seven."
"Yes." Wen Qingzhu's expression was calm.
Ever since Nanny Lu realized that she was being set up by Aunt Ding, she began to be courteous in front of Wen Qingzhu.
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Granny Lu waving her hand again, and the maid behind her came over with a basket.
In front of Wen Qingzhu, the lid of the basket was opened, and there was actually a tied crab inside.
Aunt Lu said with a smile: "The Wan family bought this from Nanhu. Now ordinary people can't buy it. Isn't this what the eldest lady was thinking? The seventh lady hadn't tried it yet, so she specially asked the old slave to send it over. Some."
"Thank you, uncle." Wen Qingzhu's smile was sarcastic.
After Wen Qingfang's own misfortune last time, did Dafang still want to pretend that nothing was wrong
Shaoyao stepped forward and took it.
Wen Qingzhu said no more, turned around and left with Shaoyao.
After passing through Baiyuan Garden, Wen Qingzhu and the others came to a small road.
After walking a few steps, I heard two maids chattering gossip on the other side of the road.
"Have you heard? Since the third lady's engagement was annulled, the eleventh lady has also become ill!"
"I heard that I was suffering from a nightmare. I've been having a high fever these past few days and I'm talking nonsense!"
"It's really strange to say that Miss Eleven has changed drastically since she went out with Miss Seven and got sick when she came back!"
"That's not all. The fourth and twelfth ladies in Yanyuan also seem to have changed. The sixth lady was bitten by a snake last time. I heard that the seventh lady was also present!"
"So, these things in the Wen family are all related to Miss Seventh!"
Another maid suddenly lowered her voice: "I heard, just heard, that since she came back from Fengguo Temple, Miss Seven has not only excelled in medicine, but is also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Some people say that Miss Seven has been possessed by a charm. body… "
Hearing this, Wen Qingzhu had no reaction.
Shaoyao, who had always been calm, could no longer hold her breath. She walked quietly behind the two maids and smiled sinisterly: "What are you talking about? Tell me..."
The two maids slowly turned their heads and when they saw it was peony, they were immediately frightened out of their wits.
Originally they were afraid when they wanted to turn around, but when they saw Wen Qingzhu was there, they could only kneel down and beg for mercy.
"Please spare my life, Miss Seven, please spare your life, Miss Seven!"
Wen Qingzhu glanced at them indifferently, not paying attention, but told Shaoyao: "Let's go."
Shaoyao followed her and left.
But Shaoyao couldn't help but look back, only to find that the two maids had disappeared.
"Miss, these maids are very talkative! They talk nonsense when they have nothing to do all day long! Don't take it to heart!"
Wen Qingzhu shook his head and squinted at her: "You used to be very calm when encountering this kind of thing. Why are you so uncontrollable today?"
Shaoyao was silent for a moment and explained: "Actually, this rumor started half a month ago. At that time, I didn't care about it. I just scolded it when I encountered it."
"Later? Who did you meet?" Wen Qingzhu knew that Shaoyao was worried about her reputation.
This trick of sending the maid to gossip behind her back is not fatal.
But as time went by, the three of them became tigers, and the unsuspecting new servant might think of Wen Qingzhu.
In fact, this trick is really clever.
Shaoyao replied in a muffled voice: "About five or six days ago, I met a gossiping servant again in the house. After all, it concerned the young lady, so I went up to scold him, but the master happened to hear it."
"Grandfather?" Wen Qingzhu didn't think Wen Guanbin would listen to such stupid Liu Yuan.
However, something moved in her heart, and she immediately asked, "Who else was with my grandfather at that time?"
"I don't know this slave. He looks like a strange middle-aged man, but the master seems to respect him very much." Shaoyao hesitated and added, "The most important thing is that at that time, the slave felt that although the master was helping the slave, he could not see it. Going up was actually a last resort.”
"Does Wen Guanbin know any noble people?" Wen Qingzhu searched his whole brain, but he couldn't think of a possible candidate.
Shortly after returning to the east hospital, Wen Qingzhu was analyzing Qianjin Pills in the pharmacy.
Lu Tao outside ran and shouted: "Miss! Miss! A distinguished guest is coming to the house. The third master wants you to prepare well and go to Zimingtang to welcome the distinguished guest!"
Wen Qingzhu in the pharmacy put down the things in his hands, handed them to Shaoyao, turned around and walked out.
Lu Tao stopped in front of her and said breathlessly: "Miss, the Third Master also sent Manager Tian over. He is waiting in the hall."
"Did father tell me who it was?" Wen Qingzhu asked Lu Tao as he walked to the front hall.
"No, but Manager Tian seems to know him. You can go over and ask him."
In less than a quarter of an hour, the two of them arrived in the front hall.
Tian Chong was already waiting inside the house.
When he saw the warmth team coming in, he immediately bent down and saluted: "I've met Miss Seven."
"You're welcome, Manager Tian, have you finished your work there?" Wen Qingzhu asked pointedly.
Tian Chong raised his eyes and looked at Wen Qingzhu. After confirming what she meant, he nodded: "Don't worry, miss, the matter over there has been settled. I will be able to send the account book here in a few days."
Hearing this, Wen Qingzhu was slightly surprised: "Is it confirmed?"
Tian Chong nodded.
Wen Qingzhu understood and asked about things at Zimingtang.
"Who is the distinguished guest?"
"Master Zhou, the Minister of Civil Service." Tian Chong didn't seem to understand why Master Zhou came to see Wen Shuquan and asked to see Wen Qingzhu.
Zhou family!
Wen Qingzhu pursed his lips. Why did the Zhou family come to see her at this time
You must know that although her grandmother is from the Zhou family, she has actually broken away from the Zhou family.
But Wen Qingzhu was still well prepared and followed Tian Chong to Zimingtang.
To her surprise, the place where Wen Shuquan received Mr. Zhou was actually the small courtyard where Wen Mingxuan used to be.
Arriving at the door, Wen Qingzhu saw the people inside.
In addition to Wen Shuquan and Wen Mingxuan, there is also a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance and elegant temperament. At first glance, he is a handsome uncle that people can't take their eyes away from.
After taking a closer look, Wen Qingzhu found that his features were similar to his own.
After being beaten in, Wen Qingzhu saluted and said hello one by one.
Uncle Wen raised his hand, pointed to the lower seat on the right, and said with a smile: "Miss Zhou just left for a while, she will be back soon."
Wen Qingzhu looked puzzled.
Master Zhou, who was sitting in the main seat, took the initiative to explain: "It's my little girl Zhou Yi. I thought you two are similar in age and should be able to chat, so I brought her here."
At this moment, a gentle voice came from behind Wen Qingzhu.
"Dad, I'm back."
Hearing the sound and looking around, Wen Qingzhu saw a young girl with an elegant appearance and a gentle temperament.
Her eyebrows seemed to be made of water, each frown sparkling like ripples on a blue lake in the early morning.
"Miss Zhou." Wen Qingzhu came to his senses and immediately nodded to her.
Zhou Yi's watery eyes flashed, and she walked up to Wen Qingzhu in a dignified manner, looking at Wen Qingzhu: "You must be Miss Seven. I heard my cousin talk about it many times."
"Cousin?" Wen Qingzhu was puzzled again.
Zhou Yi immediately explained: "Fu Yu is my cousin."
"Oh." Wen Qingzhu suddenly realized.
As he spoke, Wen Shuquan's voice came from behind: "Since you are here, take Miss Zhou out for a walk, but take good care of her."
"Yes, father." Wen Qingzhu turned around, bent his knees slightly, and then led Zhou Yi out of the small courtyard.
In order to prevent Mr. Zhou from leaving at any time, Wen Qingzhu took Zhou Yi to wander around Zimingtang.
Since the Wen family broke up, almost all the young masters have moved away from Zimingtang.
Because they walked all the way and didn't meet anyone.
Although Zhou Yi had doubts in her heart, she was well-educated and would never ask more questions than she should have.
On the contrary, she sincerely praised the scenery of Zimingtang.
"This place is really beautiful. It doesn't look like other people's homes at all."
Wen Qingzhu, who was following her, smiled: "This place was carefully decorated and repaired by my grandfather. It is probably the most exquisite place in the Wen family."
Wen Qingzhu's words were indeed true.
Zimingtang is not only a place where the children of the Wen family study, but also a place where foreign guests are received.
Wen Guanbin will naturally repair it more beautifully.
As they walked, Wen Qingzhu and the others had just passed through the Moon Gate when they saw a man walking towards them holding a book.
Mainly because the books in his arms were stacked too high, blocking his face.
Wen Qingzhu didn't see who was coming at first glance
But Wen Qingzhu saw it at the second glance and shouted: "Ninth brother!"
The person who came was none other than Wen Mingliang.
He immediately turned his face sideways, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Zhou Yi, who was as clear as water.
Wen Mingliang was stunned immediately.
"Master Ninth." After listening to Wen Qingzhu's words, Zhou Yi knew Wen Mingliang's identity and greeted him politely.
Wen Mingliang didn't know why, but he suddenly felt nervous and his steps were unsteady.
His body leaned forward uncontrollably, and the books in his arms suddenly fell to the floor.
Wen Qingzhu hurriedly stepped forward to help, as did the entire Wen family.
Apart from Wen Mingxuan and Wen Qinghe, Wen Mingliang was the only two people she didn't hate.
"Why didn't you bring someone here to help?" Wen Qingzhu asked while helping him pick up the books.
Seeing this, Zhou Yi behind him also lifted up her skirt and came over to help Wen Mingliang pick up the book.
Wen Mingliang was already a little nervous, but when he saw Zhou Yi coming to help, his energy and blood suddenly surged, and he turned red from his cheeks to his ears.
"Master Ninth, it's okay. I'm at home and I don't like my servants to move my books." Zhou Yi's voice was so gentle that it seemed like water could drip from her eyes.
Hearing this, Wen Mingliang's heart suddenly felt ripples.
He looked at Zhou Yi absently, forgetting the movements of his hands for a moment.