When Lin Qingyu heard Lu Wancheng coughing, he knew that the situation was bad. Sure enough, one night later, Lu Wancheng launched a high fever.
The servants of the blue wind pavilion are used to it. Lu Wancheng’s illness has always been good and bad. When it’s good, he can barely get out of bed and walk; When it’s bad, you can sleep for more than half a month in a row, and wake up occasionally, just like the month before rush.
After the rush of joy, Lu Wancheng’s body improved. But his foundation was there. He fell ill like a mountain. He didn’t wake up the next morning. His handsome white face was abnormally red.
Hua Lu put the cold water soaked handkerchief on Lu Wancheng’s forehead and said nervously, “young gentleman, will the young master be all right?”
After exploring his pulse, Lin Qingyu put Lu Wancheng’s hand into the quilt: “it’s just an ordinary cold.”
Hua Lu breathed a sigh of relief: “is it OK if the heat subsides, young master?”
Lin Qingyu was noncommittal. For normal healthy people, they don’t even need to take medicine when they are cold. They will be fine in two days. However, Lu Wancheng’s body had been hollowed out by many years of illness. A small cold could kill him.
Not long after, Feng Qin took Doctor Zhang to the blue wind Pavilion. Doctor Zhang also brought a disciple to visit. This disciple is none other than Tan Qizhi, who met in Lin’s mansion last time.
Tan Qizhi smiled at Lin Qingyu and said, “I haven’t seen you for a long time. Brother Qingyu is safe.”
Lin Qingyu looks at Doctor Zhang. Doctor Zhang explained, “Qizhi just came to my door recently. I heard that the young Marquis was ill. I don’t feel at ease. I have to visit the house.”
“Don’t worry.” Lin Qingyu smiled. “Brother Tan and little Marquis are very familiar.”
Tan Qizhi brazenly said, “that day in Lin’s house, I was as good as old as young Hou at first sight…”
Lin Qingyu interrupted: “young marquis is is weak. It’s best not to make trouble for him. Hua Lu, take Doctor Zhang in. As for brother Tan, stand here and wait.”
Feng Qin hesitated and said, “young gentleman, do you mean to let the guests… Stand?”
Lin Qingyu asked, “where are the guests?”
It’s noon at the moment. Standing at the door, the sun is shining on me. It’s not too much to be humiliated by the servants who come and go.
Doctor Zhang took a helpless look at Tan Qizhi and followed Hualu into the house. Tan Qizhi gnashed his teeth with hatred and said in a low voice, “Lin Qingyu, you deceive people too much!”
Lin Qingyu felt funny: “if you don’t send it to the door, how can I deceive you.”
Tan Qizhi stared at Lin Qingyu and his eyes seemed to be filled with poison.
Lin Qingyu admitted that he had never provoked Tan Qizhi on his own initiative, and he didn’t know where Tan Qizhi’s hatred for him came from. Perhaps this is the case in the world. There are unprovoked happiness and unprovoked evil. As Lu Wancheng said, to be serious with such people is to lower your identity.
Tan Qizhi took a step closer and said, “there are only 100 days left for the examination of the imperial medical department. Lu Wancheng will not die. You can only stay in the Marquis house to take care of him, serve him tea, deliver water, feed medicine and wipe himself, and be a good wife.”
Catching Lin Qingyu’s slightly stiff face, Tan Qizhi showed a happy smile: “Oh, what about genius? How about everything pressing me? In the end, it’s not…”
Lin Qingyu suddenly said, “I see.”
Tan Qizhi’s eyes sank: “what are you laughing at!”
Lin Qingyu took a slight pull at the corner of his mouth and said almost pitifully, “you’re so poor.” then he stopped looking at Tan Qizhi.
Lu Wancheng has been treated by Doctor Zhang for several years and knows Lu Wancheng’s condition like the back of his hand. Lin Qingyu watched him feel his pulse and came to the conclusion that he was suffering from cold.
Doctor Zhang wrote a prescription, gave a few more instructions, and hurried off.
Dr. Zhang’s medicine is nothing more than a common medicine for treating cold. It can only be said that there is no merit or fault. But Lu Wancheng’s body is different from others. If the prescriptions used by ordinary people can be improved according to his symptoms, it may get twice the result with half the effort.
Hua Lu also waited for the prescription in Lin Qingyu’s hand to grab and decoct the medicine, and asked, “young gentleman, is there anything wrong with this prescription?”
Lin Qingyu hesitated for a moment and handed the prescription to Hua Lu: “no, go.”
When Lu Wancheng fell ill, the whole Lanfeng Pavilion became busy. There is no need for Lin Qingyu to worry about decocting medicine, feeding medicine and serving the sick bed. As usual, he was reading and dispensing in his study, but he was not used to it because the yard was too quiet. Thrush and Starling both shut their mouths. Are they worried about their master.
But what’s the use of worrying? Even if Lu Wancheng survives this time, he will not survive once. For a person who must die, if he is not mentally prepared, he will be the only one who is not used to it.
His medicine is almost the same. The next step is to make medicine and make it into pills that are easy to carry and store. The first time he made such a difficult pill, he wanted to do it by himself at every step.
Lin Qingyu comes to the pharmacy dedicated to preparing medicine for Lu Wancheng. There are several little servant girls in it. While busy, I don’t forget to talk about the secret of the house.
“In the past, when the young master was ill, his wife would definitely come first. Sometimes she would personally take care of the young master’s medicine soup. What’s the matter? She hasn’t come yet.”
“I heard from my wife’s sister-in-law Shou in the yard that the young master and his wife had a big quarrel, and his wife was scolded by the young master and couldn’t stand stably.”
“Did you hear the wrong thing? Shouldn’t it be the young master who can’t stand steadily. Besides, why are there big quarrels between the wife and the young master?”
“Of course it’s for the sake of the young gentleman. The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has always been a difficult problem. My sister-in-law and my mother quarreled once in three days and once in five days, which made my brother one big and two big…”
When Lin Qingyu opened the door of the pharmacy, the sound inside suddenly stopped, leaving only the bubbling sound of the boiling soup.
Lin Qingyu ignored the frightened expressions of the little servant girls and went straight to the stove as if he hadn’t heard anything.
After returning, Lin Qingyu called Huan Tong and said, “go to Liang’s yard and ask for the account book of this month.”
Huan Tong didn’t understand: “young master, why do you want an account book?”
“Share her worries.”
The news of Lu Wancheng’s illness spread to Liang’s ears. Liang’s chest, which had been depressed for several days, was finally more comfortable. Mother Liu gloated and said, “this is retribution, madam. God can’t see how the young master treated you that day. We should punish his unfilial son!”
Liang recalled all kinds of things on that day and still had lingering palpitations: “just, since Lin can’t save him, let him go.”
At this time, the maid came to report that the Huan pupil of the blue wind Pavilion came.
“Lin’s dowry boy?” Liang’s eyebrows frowned. “What’s he doing here?”
“He came to get the account book of this month and said that the young gentleman would share his worries for his wife.”
Liang’s chest heaved when he heard the speech: “did he really say that?”
“Madam, did you hear that?” mammy Liu’s teeth itched with hate. “Now it’s not just what you say. Young gentleman clearly wants to seize power from you. You can’t wait to die!”
Liang said irritably, “but what can I do? I did say to let Lin run the family. Who thought Lin really had some skills.”
Mother Liu turned her eyes, waved back, came up to Liang’s ear and said, “why not…”
“No.” Liang said in a deep voice, “Lu Wancheng has warned me. I’m afraid he will know…”
“The young marquis is ill now. It’s hard to say whether he can survive. Besides, you forgot what the second lady said? As long as it’s on your side, the marquis will face you. You have nothing to fear.”
Seeing that Liang still hesitated, Mammy Liu said, “even if you don’t think about yourself, you should also think about the second young lady and the third young master. Is it difficult to let a widowed husband take charge of the house?”
“Read Tao, Qiao song…” Liang murmured the names of a pair of children and made up his mind, “mammy Liu, send the account book to the blue wind Pavilion.”
Sister Liu smiled happily and said, “I’ll go now.”
After Lin Qingyu got the account book, he called Zhang Shiquan and bothered him to see if there was anything wrong. After Zhang Shiquan read it, he said, “Zhang doesn’t dare to make a conclusion if he has only two months of accounts. If he can have three or four months of accounts, he should be able to see some clues.”
Lin Qingyu asked Huan Tong to send back the account books of this month and ask him to come over the account books of the previous months.
On the third day of Lu Wancheng’s lethargy, there were signs of antipyretic at last, but he was not awake yet. His life and blood had been consumed. He lay quietly in bed, his eyes closed and his bones were torn apart, just like a candle in the wind, which really made people… People who cared about him worried.
Hua Lu fed Lu Wancheng the soup. Lu Wancheng’s eyebrows tightened. It seemed that he didn’t forget to dislike the bitter medicine in his dream and vomited some. Hua Lu hurriedly wanted to wipe her handkerchief. Lin Qingyu took the medicine bowl from her hand: “I’ll come.”
Lin Qingyu scooped up a spoonful and blew it gently on his lips. Before he could get close to Lu Wancheng’s mouth, he heard a voice calling Feng Qin outside: “young gentleman, madam, please go to her.”
After a meal, Lin Qingyu returned the medicine bowl to Hualu: “you feed it.”
Lin Qingyu came to the front hall. Liang Shi was still sitting in the position of her mistress, with mother Liu on one side, and a middle-aged man standing in the hall with a sad face.
Liang asked hypocritically, “is late Cheng better?”
Lin Qingyu said, “madam, just say something.”
Liang’s face was a little uneasy: “this is Mr. Wang, the treasurer of Hou’s house.”
Steward Wang bowed and said, “I’ve seen you, young gentleman.”
“Here’s the thing. Steward Wang found that one page was missing from the account book returned from Lanfeng Pavilion.” Liang paused. “It’s still the most important page related to the revenue and expenditure of Beijing restaurants.”
Steward Wang choked and said, “there is such a big omission in such an important account book. I wish I could die to apologize!”
… so noisy.
These people really can’t stop. Instead of dealing with them, it’s better to use poison to make them calm. Lin Qingyu said, “I advise you to think twice.”
Steward Wang said blankly, “think twice about what?”
“Thank you for your sin with death.” Lin Qingyu said, “of course, if you insist on death, I won’t stop you.”
Steward Wang was confused. He just said that he couldn’t really die for a page of the ledger. Steward Wang looked to Liang and mammy Liu for help. Mother Liu comforted in a broad voice, “steward Wang, don’t say that. What does this have to do with you? When you sent the account book, it was clear that it was intact, and my wife can testify for you. It was Huan Tong who sent it back, and there was only one page missing.”
Lin Qingyu watched them play quietly.
Liang’s heart was empty when he saw it. He smiled and said, “Qingyu, you’re the housekeeper. It’s inevitable to make mistakes. You’ll pay attention next time. But you still have to find the missing account book, otherwise the account will be chaotic. Why don’t you go back to the blue wind Pavilion first?”
Lin Qingyu nodded: “yes.”
When Lin Qingyu returned to the blue wind Pavilion, he heard a burst of laughter outside the house. He was relieved and couldn’t help laughing.
As soon as you wake up, you can talk and laugh with the servant girls. Someone’s life is very hard.
As soon as he entered the room, he looked at Lu Wancheng, as if Lu Wancheng had been looking at the door.
Lu Wancheng coughed twice and said, “are you back?”
“Well, how do you feel?”
“The feeling is, I’m sick, I’m alive. I’m sick again, I’m alive again…”
Lin Qingyu lost his expression: “you have so much energy, so you drink the medicine yourself. Don’t always let others feed you.”
Lu Wancheng joked: “I didn’t let you feed again. Why are you fierce again?”
“I……” Lin Qingyu’s eyes closed slightly and calmed down. There are too many fools these days. He is more or less affected and has an uncontrollable temper. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m just used to it. I’m sorry.”
Lu Wancheng calmed down and joked, “is it because I didn’t die and succeed that Dr. Lin was disappointed?”
Lin Qingyu nodded: “a little.”
Lu Wancheng smiled. His unique pair of eyes were bright: “I’m sorry, I don’t want to.”
The author has something to say:
Dr. Lin: should I want him to die early… [confused]