Married Thrice to Salted Fish - Chapter 9

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When you arrive at the mother-in-law’s morning and dusk, let alone a big family at a high door, even a small family at a small door is what the daughter-in-law should do every day. Lin Qingyu was extremely disgusted, but in order not to leave Liang's handles, she had to go to Liang's to do some tricks every day.

In the past, the Liang family couldn't say anything to him. He never responded to the topic between women. The Liang family couldn't help him. He often asked him about Lu Wancheng's situation and allowed him to return to the Blue Wind Pavilion.

Early this morning, Lin Qingyu stepped into the main hall and saw the Liang family sitting in the main seat, knowing she had something to say.

Sure enough, the Liang gave two new cups of tea, and said while tasting: "Qing Yu, you have been married to the Hou Mansion for a while."

Lin Qingyu did not answer. Liang waited for a while, and then said, "You know, what is the most important thing about being a regular wife?"

Lin Qingyu said calmly: "I don't know."

"The top priority, of course, is to have children for the husband. However..." The Liang sighed, looking extremely sorry.

Lin Qingyu sneered in her heart: "I can't do this. Madam can let Master Xiao Hou divorce me and marry a good wife who can do it."

Liang is probably accustomed to his cold words, and is not annoyed by being hit, but smiles: "What stupid thing to say, you are Wan Cheng's lucky star, Wan Cheng can't live without you in this life."

When Liang finished speaking, he looked at Lin Qingyu's expression and saw that he was not moved. He condensed his face, and said with a serious expression: "The so-called'father and godson', if you can't do it for the time being, you can only learn.' Husband'. You are the young master of the Hou Mansion, and you should also learn how to take care of things in the mansion, so that you can share your worries for the night."

"Sharing the worries for Xiaohouye?" Lin Qingyu laughed, "Dare to ask Mrs. Xiaohouye what's worrying? Is it because the thrush can't sing anymore, or the starling can't call people anymore. Or... is it his condition?"

Just as Lin Qingyu guessed, when hearing the word "sickness", Liang's lips unnaturally pursed: "Dr. Zhang will take care of Wan Cheng's condition."

"If I remember correctly, Master Hou once asked me to take care of Master Xiaohou's body. At that time, the wife was also there."

"Indeed, there is such a thing."

Lin Qingyu nodded lightly, "Is that lady finished."

Liang's ten fingers gradually clenched, but his mouth smiled: "Long before you got married, I heard the matchmaker say that the son of the hospital not only gave birth to a first-class appearance, but also had a brilliant and talented talent. Outstanding, has the ability to never forget. Those who can do more, you are so smart, it is certainly not difficult for you to take care of family affairs and the body of the late-come."

An old woman walked in. It was Mother Liu who was punished to work hard a month ago. Mother Liu presented a few thick ledgers and said, "Please look at you, Shaojun."

Lin Qingyu picked up the top one casually and said indifferently: "I haven't seen you in January. It seems that Mother Liu is obviously getting old. I am afraid that the hard work will be difficult."

Mother Liu reluctantly smiled and said, "The slave and maidservant made a mistake and should be punished."

"These are just the ledgers for this month. Try to organize them first. If you don't understand, you can ask your mother at any time." Liang said, "There are a lot of them, but depending on your ability... Three days, within three days." How about you tidy up the ledger and return it to your mother?"

Before Lin Qingyu could speak, Mother Liu rushed to talk: "Young Master, Madam, this is you."

"No," Liang said with a smile, "I am old and want to enjoy the blessing. In the future, this huge Hou Mansion will still have to be controlled by Qing Yu."

Although the drama between the master and the servant is clumsy, it makes sense. The mistress entrusted the stewardship to the young emperor, whoever looked at it, the mistress was generous and trusted the young emperor. If Shaojun shirks, he just doesn't know what is good and bad, and is in vain as a wife.

The question is, did Liang really let him be the steward?

How can it be. The Liang family is not like Lu Wancheng's biological mother. She was born ordinary, and her father was only a fourth-ranked waiter, and she still had to tremble in front of Nan'anhou. There was the eldest son left by his original husband, and his own biological son was a trash. The only thing the Liang family could stand by in the Hou Mansion was the power of the family.

He has no interest in the power of the Hou Mansion, but he is still a little interested in seeing Liang's regret and shame.

"Madam's kindness, I take it with my heart." Lin Qingyu threw the account book in his hand back on the tray, "I have accepted these accounts."

Liang nodded with satisfaction: "Qingyu, don't let Wei Niang down."

As soon as Lin Qingyu left, the gentleness on Liang's face immediately moved away and murmured, "He promised to be so refreshing..."

Madam Liu squinted at the direction of the door: "Don't look at Shaojun's height as an immortal, she is still thinking about the wealth of the Hou Mansion in her heart."

Liang shook his head: "He only thinks of the Imperial Medical Office. It is not such a person."

"Why not. Madam, knowing people, knowing the face and not knowing the heart, you must be careful, don't let Young Master really take away the power of stewardship."

"Then you can rest assured." Liang said leisurely, "I sent someone to inquire about it. He never asked about the account book in the Lin Mansion. No matter how talented he is, it is impossible to take care of both sides. It depends on how he wants to give up. Which one. As for the stewardship...in the end it can only be mine."

Mother Liu diligently said: "Madam wise."

Liang helped Mother Liu's hand and slowly got up: "Give people who understand the account a breath, don't let them help people who shouldn't."

Madam Liu hurriedly said: "The slave and maidservant will go now."

In the Blue Wind Pavilion, Lu Wancheng slept until midday as usual before waking up. Seeing that his face was not so good, Hualu asked him what he was uncomfortable with. Lu Wancheng rubbed his forehead and said, "Headache."

Hualu nervously said: "It's good, how can I get a headache."

Lu Wancheng guessed: "Probably because of lack of sleep."

Flower Dew: "..."

Although it is common for Lu Wancheng to have headaches and brain fever, Hualu did not dare to neglect, so she went to the study and invited Lin Qingyu over.

Lin Qingyu checked his pulse, touched his forehead, and said, "You are sleeping too much."

Lu Wancheng was shocked: "Impossible."

"Why is it impossible?" Lin Qingyu said, "Do you think you are a baby? You sleep for eight hours at twelve o'clock a day, you don't have a headache who has a headache."

Lu Wancheng sighed, "What should I do then."

Lin Qingyu sat on the side of the bed and pressed the temples on both sides for Lu Wancheng, with no intensity or intensity: "Sleep less. You want to wake up in the future, I'm afraid so..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Lu Wancheng was resting on Lin Qingyu's lap, smelling the faint smell of books on him, and suddenly there was a hint of uncertainty. He stiffened for a moment, telling himself that Lin Qingyu was also a boy, then relaxed, and closed his eyes to enjoy the peace of this moment.

But not long after he had enjoyed it, Lin Qingyu stopped mercilessly and got up, letting the flower dew replace it.

Lu Wancheng said quietly, "Is this over?"

"I am very busy."

"Huh? What are you up to."

Lin Qingyu fluttered a sentence: "You have a good stepmother."

When Lu Wancheng inquired a little, he knew what had happened in the morning. He couldn't help but chuckle and said, "This is a little anxious, I can't wait for a few months...Yes."

The flower dew was unclear, so she replied: "If we are the young master butler in the future, wouldn't our life be better?"

Lu Wancheng smiled and said, "What are you thinking about."

In the afternoon, Lin Qingyu ran out of the study holding the medicine. The Blue Wind Pavilion has an elegant pavilion, which is most suitable for enjoying the spring scenery. It's a pity that Lin Qingyu came a step late, and the pavilion has already been ascended first.

Lu Wancheng was lying halfway on the rocking chair, basking in the sun lightly. He was dressed in red, with a lazy look, and the long hair that was bundled up at random added to him a bit of wind and chic.

Hearing Lin Qingyu's footsteps, Lu Wancheng opened his eyes and looked: "Why is Doctor Lin here? I thought you were going to stay in the study for a day."

Lin Qingyu said: "Pound the medicine."

Lu Wancheng asked: "Huh? Don't you look at it?"

Lin Qingyu said: "I'll talk later."

"Then you have to read the medical book to dispense medicine, but also check the account? You want all of it?"

Lin Qingyu asked, "Otherwise?"

"Can you come here?"

"Try it."

"Oh... Doctor Lin, what kind of medicine are you pounding now?"

"A good medicine for a man with kidney deficiency."

Lu Wancheng:?

Pavilions and waterside pavilions, flowers and trees help sparse. Two of them basked in the sun and the other smashed medicine, sharing this boundless spring scenery.

After Lin Qingyu finished today's dispensing matters, it was getting late. He lit the lamp in the study and began to look through the books. He has never been in contact with Fuzhong's general affairs, but he was always by his mother's side when he was young. His mother often reads the accounts, and he knows the general idea.

Bookkeeping is done in a streamlined way, so it’s not difficult to understand. But the account book Liang gave him was small and vague. He only looked at it for half an hour, and his eyes were sore. In addition, the recording date is confusing, the language is unclear, and the missing content from one book appears in the other... No wonder the Liang wants him to finish it in three days.

But even so, he may not be unable to do it.

In the dead of night, the candlelight flickered. Hearing the soft sound of the door, Huantong, who was waiting at the desk, ran to open the door: "Master Xiaohou? Why are you still not asleep."

Lu Wancheng stepped into the study with the help of Hualu: "The night is long and I don't want to sleep. Besides, your young master won't let me sleep more."

Lin Qingyu looked down at the ledger and said, "I let you sleep less during the day, but didn't let you stay up late."

From morning to night, Lin Qingyu didn't stop for a moment, and it was already exhausted at this time. Seeing Lin Qingyu's tired face, Lu Wancheng's chest tightened, and said, "It's time to go, or don't look at it first. I'll leave it to you tomorrow, how about it?"

Lin Qingyu didn't look up, "Tomorrow I want to hand it over to today's Xiaohou."

"……Um?"

"Since Master Xiaohou has a long night and doesn't want to sleep, why not come and help me..."

Lu Wancheng choked and walked back with his forehead: "My head starts to hurt again. Let me lie down again, lie down again..."

Lu Wancheng strayed so fast that it made Huantong wonder if his illness had healed. Huantong served Lin Qingyu a new cup of tea, and whispered: "Master Xiao Hou is really true. I can't help at all."

Lin Qingyu is accustomed to: "He is just a lazy bone. I hope he might as well burn incense and worship Buddha."

When the words were over, Lu Wancheng actually turned back and walked in front of Lin Qingyu involuntarily, looking at the books spread out on the table with a solemn expression.

Lin Qingyu was inexplicable: "What?"

Lu Wancheng leaned forward and blew out the table lamp.

Lin Qingyu: "..."

In the darkness, he felt a slight cold in his wrist, and he was actually held: "Go to sleep, the account book... leave it to me."

Lin Qingyu opened her hand: "Leave it to you? Don't you bother to do it."

Lu Wancheng was speechless for a while and couldn't refute it.

"Furthermore, if you were to be found out by the Liang family, wouldn't it be punishing me for a crime of disrespect of my husband? I want to do this well because of..."

"I know, you want to take this opportunity to slap her in the face, but you don't have to have trouble with yourself. You don't like housekeeping, why do you want to force yourself." Lu Wancheng said, "Huantong, hide Huozhezi, Don't let your young master light the lamp."

Lin Qingyu said coldly: "Master Xiaohou, you can take care of yourself. It's not your turn to take care of my business. Huantong, turn on the lamp."

Huantong didn't dare not listen to the young master's words, and turned on the lamp again, only to see that Lu Wancheng's expression was no longer lazy and casual, and raised his eyebrows and said, "What's your matter?"

Such Lu Wancheng made Lin Qingyu a little strange.

Lu Wancheng said again, "Why is it your fault that my stepmother makes trouble? Shouldn't it be mine."

"Don't bother," Lin Qingyu's voice was slightly cold, "Master Xiaohou calmly recuperates."

Lu Wancheng was silent for a moment, then smiled suddenly, but returned to normal again: "But without Doctor Lin in the house, I can't sleep at night."

"Then you stay on it." Lin Qingyu didn't feel distressed at all. "Occasionally, stay up all night and you can't die."

Lu Wancheng: "..."

Neither of them slept well this night. Lin Qingyu went to bed in the middle of the night, got up early in the morning and continued to bury his head in the books.

"Master," Huantong's voice sounded outside, "An uncle wants to see you, and he said he was sent by Master Xiaohou."

What does Lu Wancheng want to do.

Lin Qingyu frowned: "Let him in."

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a righteous appearance walked in and said, "Give your peace to Young Master. The villain is a clerk in the Wen Guogong's mansion, his surname is Zhang, and his name is Zhang Shiquan."

Lin Qingyu was startled slightly, and understood most of it: "Master Xiaohou asked you to come..."

"Little Hou Ye wrote a letter overnight to Lord Guo. The letter said that Young Master had a bad debt to take care of, and he was a little weak. After the Lord Guo chose carefully, he sent a villain to help him." Zhang Shiquan respectfully said. "Don't worry, Shaojun, I have been doing errands in the accounting room since I was a child, no matter how bad the accounts are, I can settle them all over again."

Lin Qingyu recovered, and handed a ledger to Zhang Shiquan: "Zhang is in charge and take a look."

Zhang Shiquan turned a few pages slightly, and said, "This ledger is obviously deliberately disrupted. If Young Master can trust him, let the villain be busy for one day. If you look bad, you should go to rest. "

There is a specialization in the art industry, if he can achieve the goal, he doesn't want to waste time on it.

Lin Qingyu walked out of the study, stopped a maidservant, and asked, "Where is the little Hou?"

The maid said, "Master Xiaohou will go to the garden after finishing his meal."

Lin Qingyu came to the garden. Lu Wancheng was playing pot pots with a few maids. Huantong lost half of her monthly bill, and wailed with distress. Lu Wancheng smiled from the side with his mouth flying, alive as an unlearned and unskilled disciple.

Lin Qingyu looked at him for a long time, and suddenly felt... as if she could understand Lu Wancheng.

The author has something to say:

Little Hou Ye: For the sake of his wife, gradually began to support the edge

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