Married Thrice to Salted Fish

After Lin Qingyu got half of the power of housekeeper, there was an endless stream of people who came to him every day.

The news of Shaojun poisoning people spread in the manor, and everyone understood what a "femme fatale" was, and looked at Shaojun with awe.As big as the monthly distribution in the mansion, as small as what flowers to plant in the yard, they all have to be reported to the young master, and they dare not make random decisions at all.

Lin Qingyu was very troubled, he had never been interested in the general affairs of the mansion.Small things like what kind of flowers to plant, what kind of supper to prepare in each room, etc., can be left to Mrs. Pan to decide.As for other important matters, it would be a good thing if he could handle them in his own hands.

Lin Qingyu found someone who was lying on the rocking chair, listening to the rain with his eyes closed, and ordered: "Find a few trustworthy stewards and handle government affairs together."

Lu Wancheng opened his eyes and teased: "Oh? I remember you didn't seem to agree with this approach at the beginning—"You can't always rely on others for everything. When you are too lazy to eat, too lazy to sleep, too lazy to marry a wife and have children, right? Want someone to help you, too?'"

Lin Qingyu paused, then said calmly: "One moment, that moment.

Lu Wancheng smiled and said: "This matter is easy to handle, I will write another letter to my grandfather."

Lin Qingyu nodded: "Write."

"Then help me sharpen the ink."

Lu Wancheng joked casually, thinking that he would be ruthlessly rejected by Lin Qingyu again.Unexpectedly, Lin Qingyu only hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Yes."

Lu Wancheng was immediately flattered.

In the study room, Lu Wancheng stood in front of the window rail, holding a pen in his hand; Lin Qingyu stood quietly on one side, grinding ink for him.

The fragrance of the ink was strong, but Lu Wancheng could still catch the faint medicinal fragrance from Lin Qingyu's body, and couldn't help but wonder when his nose became so sharp.

It was rainy in spring, and the rain did not stop for a few days.Outside the window, the spring rain is drizzling, floating and misty, like entwined love threads.

Lu Wancheng wrote very slowly, he didn't seem to write often, but his handwriting was excellent.The letter is a private thing, Lin Qingyu didn't read it deliberately, but just skimmed it casually.

They all speak like their own.Lu Wancheng's handwriting is windy and hot, like flowing clouds and flowing water, free and easy and fluent, it is hard to imagine that it was written by someone who has been ill for a long time.

After writing a few words, Lu Wancheng became lazy: "Ah, my hands are so sore, I'm so tired."

Lin Qingyu said: "You can sit down and write."

"That won't work. There's nothing elegant about sitting down and writing."

Lin Qingyu: "..."

Huan Tong came in to deliver snacks, and witnessed the young master writing, and the scene of his young master "cleaning his sleeves and adding fragrance", he was frightened a lot, and it took him a long time to remember what he was here for: "Young master, a box was sent in the dining room." Come here plum cake."

Lin Qingyu said: "Leave it alone."

Huantong put the plum cake on the table, saw Lu Wancheng's handwriting, and said in surprise: "Young Master is so lazy, the handwriting is so beautiful!"

Lu Wancheng said modestly: "If you have won the prize, it's just generally good-looking."

Lin Qingyu said slowly: "Looking at your handwriting, it seems that you have practiced it on purpose."

"Yes."

Practicing calligraphy is not a one-day effort, and Lu Wancheng has practiced calligraphy for several years.Lin Qingyu couldn't help questioning: "You feel sore after writing a few words, will you have the time to practice calligraphy?"

"Oh, it was forced. I was too lively and active when I was young. My mother heard that practicing calligraphy can calm the mind, so she paid a lot of money to invite calligraphy masters to teach me to write and read ancient Chinese." Lu Wan Cheng lowered his eyes, with nostalgia and pain coexisting on his face, "My mother is a very strong person, so it's okay to be strong, but she also asked me to be proficient in everything, and to take the first place in everything. Pity me at such a young age. , either this class or that class, I can’t even get enough sleep..."

Huan Tong sympathized and said: "Young Master is too miserable! If you are not in good health, you have to be tortured like this, which is worse than us today."

Lin Qingyu said indifferently: "He is talking nonsense."

Huantong's eyes widened: "Huh?"

"When did you see him call Liang's 'mother'?"

Huan Tong scratched her head: "Yes."

Lu Wancheng didn't refute, and said with a smile: "Ah, I was seen through."

In the middle of writing the letter, Lu Wancheng was not sure about the grammar of a sentence, so he stopped writing and pondered.When I was meditating, I lost my mind, my eyes gradually became slack, and the posture of holding the pen changed.But seeing him holding the pen holder carelessly, with one stroke of force, the pen would wrap around his four fingers in sequence, from beginning to end in one go.

In an instant, pen and ink flew everywhere, and Lin Qingyu's master and servant standing beside him were deeply hurt by it.Lin Qingyu was relatively better, only a few ink stains were left behind.Miserable or Huantong miserable, an ink mark across half of his face.He also opened his mouth due to fright, and was lucky enough to taste the ink, and immediately "peh, blah, blah" after recovering.

Realizing his mistake, Lu Wancheng quickly put down his pen and apologized to the two of them: "I'm sorry, I forgot it was a brush dipped in ink..."

Lin Qingyu said expressionlessly: "Can you be a normal person?"

Lu Wancheng wanted to laugh a little.But it would be too unkind for him to laugh again at this time.He suppressed a smile and said, "It's really not intentional... I'll wipe it for you." Then he raised his hand.

Those few ink stains fell on Lin Qingyu's eyes by coincidence, and mixed with his tear mole.When reaching out his hand, Lin Qingyu blinked his eyelids instinctively, his long eyelashes like butterfly wings fluttered slightly, and lightly swept over Lu Wancheng's fingertips.

Slightly itchy and soft.

Lu Wancheng's hands froze, and his breathing also stagnated.

Lin Qingyu didn't notice his strangeness, opened his hand, and said in a cool tone, "Can ink stains be wiped with hands?"

"Oh, yes." Lu Wancheng came back to his senses, turned his head and ordered, "Huantong, hurry up and take a handkerchief to wipe your young master clean."

Huantong yelled, "I haven't spit it out yet!"

Lin Qingyu wiped his face clean with a wet handkerchief after the toilet water was brought.At this time, Hanqiao, Pan's personal maid, found Lin Qingyu and said, "Young Master, our aunt invites you to the front hall."

Lin Qingyu said: "Understood."

He is different from Pan's men and women, although they are housekeepers together, they rarely see each other, and they always let the servants pass on everything.Mrs. Pan's sudden invitation must be due to a need for an interview.

Lin Qingyu said to Lu Wancheng: "I'll go out for a while, so you can finish writing the letter and send someone to the Duke's Mansion as soon as possible."

Lu Wancheng answered absently.Going back to the window, looking at the back of Lin Qingyu holding an umbrella in the rain, then looking down at his fingertips, he chuckled and said to himself: "...what the hell."

Pan's family was originally a lady of the official family, but unfortunately her family was in decline, and she had to commit herself to being a concubine in order to make a living.Her natal family is weak and she has no heirs, so she is favored by the Marquis of Nan'an not only because of her appearance, but also because of her calm temperament, she does not fight or grab, and never talks too much in front of the Marquis of Nan'an.The affairs of the previous dynasty were already enough to make people worry, and the Marquis of Nan'an returned to the mansion, only wanting to find a moment of peace, Pan's is undoubtedly the best place to go.

In order to avoid suspicion, when Lin Qingyu and Pan Shi met, they brought many servants with them, and it was no different this time.Lin Qingyu had never had a good impression of the people in the Marquis of Nan'an's mansion, but because of the wedding gifts Pan gave him and Lu Wancheng, and the medicine patch when he was sprained, he didn't really hate this person, he just had no feelings for them.

Lin Qingyu spoke politely with her patiently, and said, "If there is anything important for Auntie, just speak directly."

Mrs. Pan nodded, and said: "It will be Qingming in a few days. The Lu family's hometown is in Lin'an, and the worship of the ancestors is handled by Lu's side support. To show his filial piety, Lord Hou ordered a funeral ceremony for his parents at the Changsheng Temple in the suburbs of Beijing. I lit two everlasting lanterns. At this time in the past, my wife would go to the Changsheng Temple to offer incense and pray for the blessing of my ancestors. Now, my wife has not recovered from her illness, and Lord Hou also..." Mrs. Pan stopped and did not continue.

After Chen Guifei's birthday ceremony, the Liang family rarely showed up in front of people.It is said to be recuperating, but it is actually forbidden.The Marquis of Nan'an occupies a high position all the year round, he is proud and arrogant, and cannot bear the shame of being deceived by others.Liang's fault is not small, and it is not big.But she violated Nan'anhou's taboo, so she will suffer a lot.

Lin Qingyu said: "In this case, Aunt Lao is the one to pray for blessings."

Pan shook her head and said, "I'm just a concubine, so I definitely can't offer incense instead of my wife. You are the young gentleman who is being married by the matchmaker of the Hou family. Except for my wife, you are the only one who can offer incense to the Lu family."

Lin Qingyu was noncommittal.If he was asked to offer incense to the ancestors of the Lu family, he might directly extinguish the ever-burning lamp that the Marquis of Nan'an had lit for more than ten years.

However, it would be nice if he could take this opportunity to visit Changsheng Temple and offer incense to his family.

Lin Qingyu said: "Okay, I will arrange it."

Pan said: "The road is slippery in rainy days, Shaojun can wait for the rain to stop before leaving."

Lin Qingyu nodded and said goodbye.Pan Shi watched him leave, and suddenly said: "Young Master, please stay."

Lin Qingyu asked: "Is there anything else?"

Mrs. Pan stepped forward, bowed to Lin Qingyu, and said: "Ten years ago, before I entered the mansion, I lived with my mother, washing clothes and weaving for a living. The winter was bitterly cold, and my mother contracted the wind and cold for many days. She was dying. , but my family was destitute, and I couldn’t afford the money to see a doctor and buy medicine. I took a few copper coins and asked for help in Changxi and the pharmacy, but I was harassed by the passers-by. Fortunately, he came to the rescue. The Lin court judge not only accompanied me to see my mother at home, but also paid for the medicine for us. He...is the lifesaver of our mother and daughter." Pan choked up her sobs after she finished speaking.

Lin Qingyu smiled lightly and said, "This is indeed something my father would do."

Pan sideways wiped away her tears, and said shyly, "Young Master made me laugh. I just want to say that if Young Master can use me in the future, I will do my best to help Young Master, in return for saving my life. "

Lin Qingyu's slightly cold voice warmed up a bit: "Auntie, you are welcome."

Back at Lanfeng Pavilion, Lin Qingyu ordered people to prepare for the Qingming trip.But the rain still showed no signs of stopping. The sky hadn't cleared for a long time, the house was humid, and it was raining everywhere outside, and people's mood was inexplicably depressed.

Lu Wancheng was depressed for a few days, when Lin Qingyu asked him what was wrong, he didn't say anything, just kept sighing at Yu.Lin Qingyu asked once and didn't get an answer, so he didn't bother to ask again, so he did whatever he wanted.

On this day, Lu Wancheng fell into a daze on the bed again, Hualu brought medicine, and he didn't respond when he was asked to drink the medicine, with an attitude of lovelessness.

Hua Lu turned to Lin Qingyu for help: "Young Master, this..."

Lin Qingyu said: "I'll come, you go down."

After Hualu left, Lin Qingyu walked to the bed, looked down at Lu Wancheng, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Lu Wancheng: "..."

Lin Qingyu showed displeasure, and threatened: "If you don't say anything, I will let Huantong lift your quilt every day at dawn."

Lu Wancheng choked up: "I'm already like this, can you have some sympathy?"

"What's wrong with you?"

Lu Wancheng covered his face with his hands, and said in pain, "Damn it, it seems like I'm going to die."

Lin Qingyu:?

"What does no mean."

Lu Wancheng seemed hard to say: "I just can't. In the past, as long as I was awake, I would always wake up...you understand."

Lin Qingyu: "..."

Lu Wancheng looked down at his waist, and said in an extremely sad tone: "These few days, it can't even stand up."

Lin Qingyu said: "Oh, this is normal."

Lu Wancheng suddenly raised his head: "Normal?"

"In order to improve the prescription, I added a lot of kudzu root, notoginseng and other medicinal materials to your medicine." Lin Qingyu understated it, as if he was just discussing what to eat for dinner, "Mixing such medicines for a long time will have... Some influence. After all, you don’t need it, so don’t worry about it.”

Can't use it?

Don't care? ?

Lu Wancheng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute such outrageous words.Get angry at Lin Qingyu, and he will try to coax people if you make him angry; reason with him—as we all know, great beauties can't reason with mortals.

Lu Wancheng held back for a while, then said, "I don't need it. But whether I need it or not is two different things."

Lin Qingyu disagreed: "It's a matter of life and death, can you put away your useless self-esteem. Living well for another six months is more important than anything else."

Lu Wancheng struggled to death: "But..."

Lin Qingyu showed impatience: "No, but. Young Lord, as a patient, the only thing you have to do is to follow the doctor's advice—drink the medicine."

Lu Wancheng looked down at the dark soup, hesitated to speak, stopped to speak, and finally gave Lin Qingyu a thumbs up, and two words that Lin Qingyu couldn't understand popped out of his mouth: "... Awesome."