Married Thrice to Salted Fish - Chapter 35

Father Lin's prescription is to fight poison with poison, and use poison to stimulate the potential vitality of the patient, thereby prolonging his life. The toxicity of the medicine is too strong, and the poison will develop after entering the body, which will bring unbearable pain and some uncontrollable side effects to the patient. After only three days of medication, Lu Wancheng's legs gradually lost consciousness.

Even so, the time it can buy is limited. Every day after the winter may be the last day of Lu Wancheng's life. But as long as he was still alive, Xiao Teng would not be stupid enough to attack Shaojun of the Hou Mansion. As Xiao Yan himself said, he was waiting, and when Lu Wancheng died, everything was over.

In mid-October, Zhang Shiquan, who had been away from Beijing for a few months, was able to return to Beijing. The first thing he did after returning to Beijing was to see the two masters.

During this period of time, Lu Wancheng spent most of the time in a coma, and Zhang Shiquan only saw Lin Qingyu.

"Young Master, I've checked it all out." Zhang Shiquan's voice was extremely low. "The extra income from Xuzhou Zhuangzi is indeed derived from operating private salt."

Lin Qingyu's eyes darkened, and she actually laughed: "It is a strange person to say that the Liang family has the ability, but even her own children can't protect her; to say that she has no ability and has the courage to do this, once exposed, it is a death crime. and also."

When the first emperor was there, Dayu's private salt was rampant, and repeated prohibitions continued, which seriously affected the income of the court. After the Holy Supreme came to the throne, he vigorously cracked down on illegal salt and even introduced a new salt law. Selling illegal salt over a certain amount is a capital crime. However, the profits of private salt are extremely high, and many people still take risks under the pressure. Lin Qingyu did not expect that the Liang family was actually one of them.

Lin Qingyu thought for a while, then said: "If it's private salt, the income on the book shouldn't be that small."

"Young gentleman is wise. Zhuangzi is just a guise, and the bulk of it is in the hands of the wife's family."

This is no wonder. Compared with the Hou Mansion, the Liang family can only be regarded as a small family. They think that the emperor is far away, holding the name of Nan'an Hou Mansion Biezhuang, acting cheaply in Xuzhou, and making a fortune in silence. Local officials in Xuzhou, even if they perceive something, will hinder the face of Nan'an Hou Mansion, turning one eye and closing one eye.

With Nan'anhou's cautiousness, he would definitely not dare to do such an activity. Once things are revealed, the sage depends on his years of loyalty, and may not be as serious as a copycat, but it is always inevitable to seize the family.

Zhang Shiquan asked: "Young Master, do you want to tell Master Xiaohou about this?"

"No need." Lu Wancheng is still alive. He is a member of the Nan'an Hou Mansion in name and will be implicated when things are revealed. Lin Qingyu looked out the window and said calmly, "After he goes, I will take care of...everyone."

The two also shared a lot of details of the evidence. Lin Qingyu thought that Xuzhou was not far from Hongzhou, and asked: "You are all the way back to Beijing from the south, did you encounter the epidemic?"

Zhang Shi’s comprehensive expression was solemn: “The epidemic is fierce. Once a person is recruited, he will have a high fever and abdominal pain the next day, and his body will be covered with blisters. The frail people will die for less than three days. The dead from one village to one village in Hongzhou, many refugees The home goes north, and the north is also getting sick one after another. I don’t know which day it will hit the capital. I heard that famous doctors from all sides are gathering at the Imperial Medical Office in order to find a good anti-epidemic medicine as soon as possible."

The eventful autumn, the wind and rain are swaying, this may be Dayu's coldest winter in the past ten years.

Low coughs came from the inner room, and it was Lu Wancheng who woke up. Zhang Shiquan said: "Young Master, I want to greet Master Xiaohou, I don't know..."

After all, Zhang Shiquan was the person Lu Wancheng invited to the house. Lin Qingyu understood his loyalty and said, "Go, don't stay long."

Lu Wancheng had to drink medicine when he woke up. Today's medicine has not been delivered yet, and Lin Qingyu intends to go to the pharmacy to take a look. Zhang Shiquan followed Hualu into the interior room, and saw Lu Wancheng lying on a bunk bed with a gray face, and even sitting up to be supported by others, even if he is not a doctor, he can see that he is already ill. The day is waning to the west.

Lu Wancheng didn't have much energy to speak, "I'm back."

Zhang Shiquan was sour in his heart: "please greet Master Xiaohou."

Lu Wancheng asked Hualu to retreat first, and asked, "Are you done with what Shaojun asked you to do?"

Zhang Shiquan remembered that Young Master would not let him say more, and said: "Master Xiaohou rest assured, everything is under Young Master's control."

Lu Wancheng lightly nodded: "Then what I asked you to do. People, you can find them."

"Found it." Zhang Shiquan took out a thing wrapped in a kerchief from his arms, "This is a token for the little Hou Ye."

Lu Wancheng moved his finger to motion Zhang Shiquan to open his veil. Zhang Shiquan asked: "Do you want to tell Shaojun about this?"

Lu Wancheng shook his head: "The time has not arrived." He thought for a while, and said, "Go and find the carpenter in the house for me."

On the other side, Lin Qingyu had heard waves of arguing and noisy before the pharmacy, among them the voice of Huantong.

"Blue Wind Pavilion uses this kind of Polygonum multiflorum every day, everyone knows it!"

"The young master's disease is a disease, but the third young master's disease is not a disease? There is not much in the Polygonum multiflorum pharmacy for a thousand years. All of them were taken by your Blue Wind Pavilion before. What happened to us today?"

Huantong said angrily: "How can the third young master's disease compare with Xiaohou's disease!"

Lin Qingyu interrupted aloud, "What's going on."

When everyone saw Lin Qingyu, they immediately closed their mouths, but they were obviously not convinced. At this time, the landlord has come back up again, and the young master is dying again, and time is running out. The servants are naturally less respectful to this young king who is about to be a widow.

"Master!" Huantong ran up to him and told him indignantly what happened.

Encouraged by his mother and sister, Lu Qiaosong regained his strength and found countless doctors to treat himself. He didn't know how much medicine he took, and he still didn't see any improvement. He didn't dare to expect to be able to recover to the previous state seven times a night, he just wanted to leave himself a queen.

A few days ago, a quagmire doctor came to the house to recommend himself, saying that he has a good recipe to restore Lu Qiaosong's power. Lu Qiaosong was rushed to the doctor for his illness, and regardless of the details of the quack doctor, he was asked to follow the prescription. There is a thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum in the prescriptions of quack doctors. It is a medicine that is hard to find. Even in the homes of marquis like Nan'an Houfu, the inventory is pitiful.

Lu Wancheng's medicine also needs a thousand years of Polygonum multiflorum. It took Lin Qingyu a lot of money to find some. There is a pharmacy for Lu Wancheng to use the medicine. Today, Huantong came to get the medicine as usual, and happened to ran into the person in Qingdai Pavilion and asked the pharmacy's pal to give them some millennia Polygonum from Lanfeng Pavilion. Huantong decisively rushed to stop it, and both parties quarreled and almost started.

Lin Qingyu said: "In the future, the medicines of Blue Wind Pavilion will not be kept in the pharmacy. Huantong, take the medicine of Xiaohouye back, and we will fry it by ourselves."

A courageous mother from Qingdai Pavilion stepped forward and said, "Young Master, Young Master and Third Young Master are brothers. The Third Young Master needs medication. As the older one is the eldest brother, can't you let your younger brother be allowed."

"No," Lin Qingyu said coldly, "Tell your third young master that his illness cannot be cured in this life. He will always be a ‘useless’ person."

The mother gritted her teeth and said with a strange yin and yang air: "Shaojun said so, I can only tell your words to the third young master and his wife intact. When the wife enters the palace, I will also tell the side concubine about this matter."

Lin Qingyu sneered and said, "You'd better not miss a single word."

Back to Lanfeng Pavilion, Huantong took the medicine to the small kitchen to decoct the medicine. When Lin Qingyu came to the bedroom, Lu Wancheng had already sat up.

It is very difficult for Lu Wancheng to get out of bed now. He asked the carpenter to make a small square table that can be placed on the bed. His hands were shaking so badly that he had to hold his right wrist with his left hand to barely paint.

Seeing Lin Qingyu coming, Lu Wancheng put down his pen and said with a smile: "Ah, my wife is back."

Lin Qingyu: "..."

The word "wife" in Dayu means an elderly woman, and Lin Qingyu really doesn't know why Lu Wancheng calls him that way. But he knew that Lu Wancheng was not malicious, and he was very happy every time he called him that way. Perhaps in Lu Wancheng's hometown, "wife" has other meanings, such as being able to refer to a close friend.

Thinking of Lu Wancheng's half-dead appearance when the poison came out, Lin Qingyu acquiesced to him to call that once or twice. "Have you seen Zhang Shiquan?"

"Well, I have seen it."

"What did he say to you."

Lu Wancheng coughed dullly and said, "It's just a simple question of hello."

Lin Qingyu sat down on the side of the bed and saw that Lu Wancheng drew a strange symbol on the paper: an arc was embedded in a circle, and there was a small circle inside the arc, like an eye. "what is this?"

Lu Wancheng did not answer and asked, "Qingyu, do you know what people who play doubles have in common."

Lu Wancheng told him this question before: "Like to be cheap."

"This is one of them." Lu Wancheng said, "Second, these people who play doubles will definitely fall in love with one of them in the end, and will not love it, so they are struggling to repent. These doubles often have last names. Shen, Chu, Bai, Xie..."

Lin Qingyu was fortunate that what Lu Wancheng met was himself, except for himself, who could understand Lu Wancheng's inexplicable words. "Do you mean that Xiao Wei would be moved by a stand-in?"

Lu Wancheng smiled and said, "Really smart."

Lin Qingyu recalled: "Shen, Chu, Bai...Shen Huai knowledge?"

Lu Wancheng was surprised: "How do you know?"

"You wrote this name."

Lu Wancheng snorted and exclaimed, "This is too smart."

"So, who is this Shen Huai cognition?" Lin Qingyu asked, "Is it a concubine in the East Palace?"

"No, he is a man. He is Xiao Teng's shadow guard." Lu Wancheng stared at the pattern on the paper, with white lips, "He often hides beside Xiao Teng, maybe he has seen us.

Lin Qingyu saw the signs of Lu Wancheng's toxic development, and calmly said: "Don't talk about this first, you lie down and rest."

At this time, there was a loud noise outside--

"The eldest master needs to rest, please come back to the third master."

"Go away!"

"If the third young master wants to forcefully break through, the servants and maidservants can only--ah!"

Lin Qingyu stood up: "It's Lu Qiaosong, it must be for Polygonum multiflorum."

Lu Wancheng coughed again, his face extremely ugly.

Lin Qingyu was about to ask someone to drive Lu Qiaosong away, and Lu Qiaosong had already rushed in. Lin Qingyu stood in front of Lu Wancheng's bed, her eyebrows were coldly erected: "Go away."

Lu Qiaosong's face was sickly and grim, and he never saw the romantic past again, and even his temper became distorted. He pointed to Lu Wancheng, without a smile, and said, "Just like him, no more medicines will help! Why is he fighting with me? Could he still leave the Lu family behind!"

Lin Qingyu didn't want to talk to him: "Come here."

Huantong rushed to bring a few small servants: "Master!"

"Drag it out."

Lu Qiaosong's hands were tied, still reluctant to leave, staring at Lin Qingyu steadily: "Lu Wancheng is a half-dead person, how long can you arrogant Lin Qingyu? When he dies, what else can your widowed male wife do? Wind and waves! At that time, you should be sold to Jiaofangsi, and let the man take care of it. It's not in vain that you have such a face!"

Lin Qingyu tried his best to suppress the turbulent malice. Lu Wancheng needs a rest, he just needs to drive people away. Otherwise, it is not too late for him to settle well with Lu Qiaosong after Lu Wancheng sleeps.

"Qingyu, I, I'm a little uncomfortable, Qingyu..." Lu Wancheng weakly called his name, and suddenly "Well", with bright red blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Huantong said in surprise: "Master Xiaohou!"

In an instant, Lin Qingyu's cold eyebrows skyrocketed. He roughly grabbed Lu Qiaosong's skirt and slammed it against the pillar of the room: "Look for death."