Songsiyuan.

Ying Que lit magnolia incense in the inner room and made Rong Shu a pot of fine dragon balls.

Rong Shu sipped tea, ate freshly baked lotus cakes, sat on the couch and looked at his dowry list, and from time to time he took out an abacus and fiddled with it a few times.

After an incident occurred in the Hou Mansion in his previous life, all the property in the house was confiscated, and even my mother's dowry was not retained. She ran around trying to make connections for the Rong family, and she also spent a lot of money on her dowry.

Rong Shu has been well-dressed and well-fed since he was a child. When it comes to money, he has always been a little ignorant of the sufferings of the world.

Later, the Rong family collapsed, and the money in her hands drained away like water. Without money to manage, it became extremely difficult to see her mother in prison.

The last time she went to the Dali Temple Prison to meet her grandma, the jailer refused to let her in because the money bag she handed her was too light, so she had to quickly take off the little jade Buddha that had been with her since she was born, and then she met her grandma.

If three years later, the Rong family is still unable to escape the consequences of confiscation and dismissal, then she must plan an escape route now.

A way out for her and her mother-in-law.

Rong Shu stared at the dowry list in his hand, and his eyes fell on the village in the eastern suburbs.

This is the Zhuangzi that the old lady has never forgotten. Aniang gave this Zhuangzi to her, and now it is the most valuable property in her hands.

Rong Shu swallowed the lotus cake in his mouth and said to Yingque: "We will go back to the Hou Mansion in a few days. You go to the outer courtyard and ask your brother to find a roommate."

Yingque stared: "But we just came back yesterday Yes, if you go back to your parents' house too often, you're afraid of attracting people to gossip about you."

Rong Shu wiped his hands with a wet handkerchief, pinched his plump face, and said with a smile, "The second master will go back to the Yamen soon. We have nothing to do here after all, so we might as well go back to Qinghengyuan."

Seeing Yingque opening her mouth to ask, she quickly pointed to the dowry list on the couch and said, "Okay, don't ask any more questions. Come on, put the dowry list back in the box, I'll go out and see who Yingyue is talking to."

Just as the two of them were talking, Yingyue's voice could be heard from outside. She had probably finished taking the ingredients from the big kitchen.

Apart from Zhang's mother and the other three servants in Songsiyuan, only Changji and Hengping came to deliver messages. Rong Shu thought it was one of them coming back to deliver a message, but he never thought of going out to see it, and it turned out to be a young girl.

The girl's back was to Rong Shu, but even though there was only one figure from behind, Rong Shu recognized that it was Lin Qingyue.

Perhaps when she heard the sound of Rong Shu opening the door, Lin Qingyue paused for a moment before turning around, smiling Yingying at Rong Shu, bending her knees and saying, "My maid has met the young lady."

Lin Qingyue smiled even more than Rong Shu. The lotus cake she just ate was still sweet, so Rong Shu smiled gently and said, "You are the maid from Songsiyuan? Why haven't I seen you two days ago?"

Lin Qingyue smiled and announced her name. He mentioned her relationship with Grandma An and said that she was the maid of Liu Miao Hall.

Rong Shu said calmly: "I wonder what brought Miss Lin to Songsiyuan? But did mother have any instructions?"

"The servant came here to deliver herbs to Mother Zhang. My aunt heard that Mother Zhang's cough was not good, so she asked her to The maid sent me a recipe that is commonly used in the countryside. If it is useful to Mrs. Zhang, it will be a good deed. "

Aunt An understands pharmacology, and she took care of the decoction that Xu took.

"So, Nanny An is interested." Rong Shu nodded slightly, glanced at Yingyue, and said, "It's not easy for Miss Lin to go away."

Yingyue reacted and immediately took out a suit from her waist. He handed over the purse with broken silver and said:

"It's my negligence. Sister Qingyue came to help take care of Zhang's mother yesterday, and today she came specially to deliver herbs. It's really hard work. I embroidered this purse myself, and it's really hard work." I hope my sister likes it."

A trace of almost invisible unhappiness flashed across Lin Qingyue's eyes.

Lin Qingyue lowered her eyes and said sweetly: "I'm not a good girl. The purse embroidered by Sister Yingyue is so beautiful. How could Qingyue not like it? Qingyue thanks the young lady here, and thanks Sister Yingyue." Got it."

She took the purse with a soft smile on her face, then left with a smile and went out of the Moon Cave Gate to Liu Miao Hall.

Rong Shu looked at Lin Qingyue's retreating back and remained silent for a long time.

Yingyue came forward with a bamboo basket and said: "Girl, please go to the small kitchen now and let the mother-in-law cook the food. These are the ingredients brought back from the big kitchen. What do you want to eat for lunch?"

In the big kitchen The ingredients are various and fresh, which is better than Yingyue thought. She had just chosen fresh meat, big bones, freshly slaughtered chicken, some seasonal vegetables such as bamboo shoots and lotus root strips, and a piece of pork liver as big as a palm.

My girl never eats pig offal. This pig liver was specially chosen to make porridge for her uncle at Lin Qingyue's suggestion.

Yingyue had been staying in Songsi Courtyard yesterday, and she could clearly see the blood stains on Gu Changjin's body. It is said that pork liver replenishes blood. Since my uncle likes to eat it, I will cook it for him more to replenish blood.

Rong Shu naturally saw the pork liver and wondered, "I'm not used to eating this kind of thing, why did I choose this?"

Ying Yue told her the reason.

"I was thinking about this thing to replenish the blood, so I used it to cook pork liver and minced meat porridge for my uncle to eat. The man who cooked the fire in the big kitchen loved to eat pig offal, and he would buy a lot of it every day when he went to the Wa market and bring it back to stew it. I talked to her We agreed to let her leave a piece of pig liver for me tomorrow. "

The second master, like me, never eats pig water." Rong Shu shook his head and said word by word: "Whatever Lin Qingyue says in the future will be yours." Don't believe a word of it."

After saying that, she picked up her skirt and walked slowly back to the inner room. In a daze, she seemed to see Lin Qingyue's angry eyes in the rain curtain again.

"You, the Rong family, deserve what you have today!"

"Do you know how much you have stolen from others! Even the second master likes Sister Wenxi, not you!"

...

The sun is getting stronger.

The vertical-spine beast on the Jinluan Palace lay in the scorching sunshine, and the glazed green tiles were exposed to layers of shadows.

An imperial doctor wearing a blue official robe with white patches hurriedly followed a chamberlain and walked into the hall carrying a medicine box.

This person is Sun Bailong, the envoy of Tai Hospital.

The atmosphere in the Jinluan Palace was oppressive and silent, just like the moment of silence before a rainstorm.

The crowd of people kneeling on the floor in the palace, even a man like Sun Bailong who had been in the palace for decades and was good at dancing, could not guess what happened here just now.

Sun Bailong entered the inner hall and knelt down with a bang. He didn't care about the beads of sweat on his head. He bowed to the ground and saluted: "I am here to see you, Your Majesty."

Emperor Jiayou said calmly: "Go and see for me how that kid is dead." Are you gone?"

Sun Bailong said "Hey", picked up his wide sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up and walked towards the only person lying down in the thick forest.

He had noticed it when he entered the palace, but he didn't dare to look at it at that time, so he didn't know who it was. After taking a closer look, he recognized at a glance that it was Mr. Gu, Gu Changjin, who won the top prize at the age of eighteen two years ago.

Sun Bailong opened Gu Changjin's eyelids to take a look, then closed his eyes and felt the pulse of a stick of incense, and then took out a set of golden needles from the medicine box.

Emperor Jiayou didn't speak, and the people below didn't dare to speak either. It was thanks to Sun Bailong's good attitude. Otherwise, with so many pairs of eyes staring at him, he might not even be able to hold the golden needle firmly.

After applying a set of acupuncture, Sun Bailong broke out in sweat again. Fortunately, the ignorant Mr. Gu finally woke up after the injection.

Seeing that he was about to stand up and kneel down, Sun Bailong quickly stretched out his hand to hold his shoulders and said "slow down" repeatedly.

"Master Gu, please don't get up. Your injuries are really too serious. The external injuries are severe, and the internal injuries are even worse. You won't be able to get up until you lie down for ten days and a half. Your Majesty is so kind that you won't have to kneel down."

How else? How about saying that Sun Bailong is the ginseng essence in the palace?

Having served three generations of emperors, he is an expert at figuring out the Holy Will. The emperor's words just now sounded unpleasant, but Sun Bailong knew that the emperor was concerned about Master Gu in his heart.

Sure enough, as soon as the envoy Sun Yuan finished speaking, the man behind Long An whispered: "Carry the person to the side hall, don't be embarrassed here."

After speaking, his eyes narrowed, and he said: "Envoy Sun Yuan - —"

"Wei Chen is here."

"You go to the side hall, and after Gu Qing has rested, he will send a doctor back to the house with Gu Qing. When Gu Qing can get up, he will return to the hospital. Oh, I remember that your grandson went to Tai Hospital to be a doctor last year, right? Just him, there is no need to pick."

Sun Bailong's throat felt bitter, and he kowtowed tremblingly: "Wei Chen obeys the order. ."

Several Han generals carried the stretcher into the inner hall and placed Gu Changjin on the stretcher. When leaving the palace, Sun Bailong followed, saying "slower" and "steadier" step by step, "Master Gu can't stand the bumps."

After the chattering sound faded away, the inner hall returned to oppressive silence.

Emperor Jiayou slowly sat down on the golden platform.

He had just recovered from a serious illness. His face was pale, and his thin lips were the same color as his face, as if covered with frost and snow. He was obviously tall and thin, but the black dragon robe with green piping on his body looked a little empty compared to before.

Emperor Jiayou was the seventh son of the late emperor. He was born handsome and graceful. However, because of the illness in his mother's womb, he was born weaker than the prince next to him, which made him unhappy.

When he grew up, Emperor Jiayou was still sick. As soon as he came of age, Emperor Jiande sent him to Taiyuan Prefecture to join the feudal clan.

No one expected that this frail seventh prince would be the last person to ascend the throne.

Compared with the violent-tempered Emperor Jiande, Emperor Jiayou actually had a very good temper. Even when the thunder was raging, he was still elegant and gentle.

Although he was sick and weak, he spoke with great majesty. His breath came out of his Dantian and was deep and powerful, like the sound of heaven's voice.

Among the ministers who knelt on the floor under Long Ben, there were those from the Three Law Departments, those from Shuntian Prefecture, Jin Yiwei, and those from the Bureau of Ceremonies.

Emperor Jiayou's eyes were deep, and he slowly scanned the people kneeling on the ground, and slowly held them with his long, jade-like fingers.

"If the people are wronged and God does not respond, the national destiny of a country will come to an end."

"In the case of Xu Li'er, I ordered the Ministry of Punishment to retry it, and the Dali Temple and the Metropolitan Procuratorate to review it. After the verdict is made, the case file will be submitted to the inner court, and I will personally Check it out. If anyone dares to bully the superiors and seek cover, then there is no need to keep the black gauze hat on his head!"

Gu Changjin, the successor in the Jinluan Palace, didn't know that he had eaten in the side hall. After taking the decoction, he passed out again.

When I opened my eyes again, the skylight seemed to be filtered by gauze, leaving only a shallow layer, no longer as fierce as the noon. The air is filled with the faint fragrance of magnolia, and there is also a hint of sweetness.

Gu Changjin looked at the tent ceiling, and what he thought of was not the quarrels in Jinluan Palace, nor the nagging instructions of Sun Yuan envoy in the side hall, but that the curtain of the bed had been changed.

The bright red embroidered pomegranate flower curtain was replaced by an ordinary plain curtain. Not only the curtains, but also all the festive decorations in the room were removed.

His brain is rarely dull and his thinking is slow, but he doesn't know why he notices these trivial things.

Gu Changjin moved his eyes and woke up completely.

"My lord, wake up." A calm voice sounded.

Gu Changjin looked around and saw a young man in green court clothes sitting beside the couch with a childish face and a solemn expression.

As he spoke, there was still a little bit of red bean cake crumbs stuck to the corners of his lips.

The young man had no idea that when he stepped forward to check Gu Changjin's pulse, the cake crumbs at the corners of his lips trembled.

Gu Changjin let him feel his pulse and said, "Are you Sun Yizheng?"

The young man replied, "That's the official." He closed his eyes and felt the same as his grandson Bailong.

After a while, Sun Daoping opened his eyes and said, "My lord, the fever has subsided. I will go out and give you another dose of medicine."

"Wait a minute." Gu Changjin stopped him, "You fed me just now." Medicine? "

Sun Daoping said again, indicating that someone had just given him a dose of medicine.

Hearing Gu Changjin's question, Sun Daoping's serious little face couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and said with a slight shame: "I just tried to feed you, but unfortunately your teeth were closed too tightly and I couldn't feed you, so I had to ask my lady to do it for you." "

Remember the farce just now, Sun Daoping couldn't help but feel his face heat up.

She is the most talented descendant of the Sun family of the Xinglin family, and she has never failed in giving medicine to patients.

No matter how bitter the medicine is, she can even feed it to injured rabbits, cats, and birds.

Just now, Master Gu's attendants had tried every possible means to prevent her from giving the medicine. She was stubborn, so she insisted on giving it to her herself.

Then half a bowl of medicine was fed into the cloth pillow under Mr. Gu's head...

Then the Chang Sui named Chang Ji went to call Mrs. Gu angrily...

When Mrs. Gu came in, she held a few golden needles very unyieldingly. Prepare to loosen the teeth of Mr. Gu. Unexpectedly, the rude chief attendant snatched the golden needle from her hand and asked her coldly what she was doing.

What else could she do? Of course it’s to save people and give them medicine!

Fortunately, the gentle, beautiful, kind and generous Mrs. Gu comforted Na Changsui. Not only did she not question her, but she also invited her to eat sweet and glutinous red bean cake.

Thinking of Rong Shu, Sun Daoping's face suddenly became a little anxious. He raised his hands in an upright manner and asked, "Is there anything else, Mr. Gu? If nothing happens, I will go to boil the medicine. By the way, I will come with you." Madam, please tell me you're awake."

"Thank you, Doctor Sun."

The footsteps of the young doctor went away, and not long after, there was a sound of opening the door.

When Rong Shu came in, Gu Changjin was looking at a table in the corner.

On the high table were a long redwood box and a palm-sized sandalwood box. Gu Changjin knew what was in these two wooden boxes.

A painting by Mr. Chunshan and a string of Buddhist beads from Daci'en Temple.

This was a homecoming gift prepared by Xu Fu for Marquis Chengan and the old lady of the Rong family, and now these two things appeared on the high case.

Was it because I didn't have time to send it, or was it because I didn't intend to send it from the beginning?