The daily life of the doting wife of the master slaughter

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Fu Cheng had just finished discussing his younger sister's marriage with the old man and his wife, returned to the courtyard and took off his clothes. He was about to go to bed when he remembered the snacks he was going to bring to Yu Yueyang tomorrow, so he called the servant girl to tell him: "Go and ask the kitchen to make it for me tomorrow morning." Here comes a plate of crispy abalone."

The servant girl smiled brightly: "The young master usually doesn't like to eat these fruit snacks, why do you want to eat this?"

Fu Cheng was sitting on the bed holding a book, and looked at her sideways. The servant girl immediately stopped laughing: "Young servant, let's go now, young master, let's rest first." Fu Cheng supported his knee with one hand, read the book again, and read Looking at the corner of his mouth with a smile, he thought of Yu Yueyang, who loved the crispy abalone made in his kitchen the most.

Not long after the maid went out, Jin Long ran in hastily: "Master, there is something urgent!"

"What's the matter?" Fu Cheng put the book down and stood up, wondering what was urgent in the middle of the night, maybe Yu Yueyang was beaten again?

Jin Long approached: "Young Master Liang's people have come, saying that his young wife is seriously ill, and the old lady refuses to ask the imperial doctor, so they come to you for help!"

"Liang Jin just went to Luoyang, why did he become seriously ill without asking?" Fu Cheng frowned, and hurriedly changed his clothes and followed Jinlong to Xiaojiaomen: "Hurry up and get the sign and order someone to set up a car. I'll wait for you at Jiaomen."

Fu Cheng made people hurry up, and invited him to the imperial physician's house that he often used at home, and he knew the matter thoroughly on the way: "Have you sent someone to Luoyang?" He asked Lin Hong calmly.

"It's gone." Lin Hong talked to Fu Cheng for the first time. Compared with Liang Jin, Fu Cheng was much more stable. He sighed: "I thought that Liang Jin and his husband and wife were of the same heart, and the marriage was appointed by the Holy Majesty, and life was sure. It went well..."

There was the sound of wheels and snow outside, "creaking and creaking", which made people feel uneasy. Fu Cheng glanced at Lin Hong and said, "I see that you look familiar. Liang Jin took you out?"

"The slave was originally sent by the outer court. Maybe the young master saw it when he came to the mansion." Lin Hong sat opposite him neither humble nor overbearing, dangling with a lantern in his hand.

Fu Cheng was very appreciative: "Have you ever read a book?"

"After reading it for a few years, I made you laugh."

Fu Cheng lifted the curtain and took a look. He was almost at the Liang Mansion: "Since you have studied, you should find a way to redeem yourself." He rubbed the back of his hands to keep warm: "You shouldn't be willing to be a slave for others for the rest of your life..."

These words sounded like a ringing bell in Lin Hong's ears. He got rid of his slave status and started a small business. Even if he couldn't take the scientific examination, he could still study. Wouldn't it be a good life?

"What's there to thank for that?" Fu Cheng looked at him horizontally, a little puzzled: "Of course you understand this truth after reading the book."

Lin Hong nodded embarrassingly. Since he sold himself to the Liang Mansion, his family has no relatives. He thought about it occasionally, but when he left the Liang Mansion, he had nowhere to go, so he felt embarrassed. Thinking about this matter, the wastage and world-weariness of my childhood have disappeared, and I have a little ambition.

It didn't take long to arrive at the West Corner Gate of the Liang Mansion. Lin Hong, the guard at the gate, had already made arrangements.

Fu Cheng also got out of the car and got into the carriage at the back. There were piles of rutted footprints in the snow, and Doctor Zhang was drowsy in the car with his robe wrapped around his head.Lin Honglai ran back and forth several times, and he woke up in the middle of the night after decocting the medicine and taking it for He Xuwen.

After receiving the good news, both Fu Cheng and Imperial Physician Zhang breathed a sigh of relief. Lin Hong was worried, and asked a lot: "Dare to ask the Imperial Physician, why did my young wife stay in a coma for so long?"

"It stands to reason that people who pass out from pain can wake up in a short time." Doctor Zhang raised the curtain of the carriage, and was also a little puzzled: "...I'm afraid it's because of the wind and cold that I can't wake up for a long time, just follow my method Take a few more medicines, and the fever will subside and you will be fine." After finishing speaking, he put down the curtain and was sent home by Fu Cheng.

When he returned to Fu's mansion, the sky was already blue and blue, and he couldn't sleep well. Fu Cheng changed his outfit, decorated with crispy abalone, leaned against the carriage for a while, and went to the academy.

Changming Academy is notoriously strict in Dajing. In the cold winter months and the new year is approaching, other schools and schools are closed. Only their students are still studying essays and memorizing poems and books.

The children of the official family are okay, all of them are wearing mink fur, holding a hand stove, and there are incense slices in it. Once smoked, the fragrance of the whole room is mixed.

And those poor students are not so comfortable. They keep their hands in their cuffs all day long. Although they are wearing cotton robes, they are not enough to keep out the cold on this snow-covered mid-mountain. Their noses are red and their mouths are black and blue.There is no hand stove to keep warm, and the ink that has just been grinded, after only writing a few words, is covered with a layer of frost, which is really pitiful.

As soon as Fu Cheng entered the hall, he saw Yu Yueyang's back, snuggled up next to a classmate's desk, fiddling with something in a hurry, he walked over and saw that he was putting silver bone charcoal into a hand stove.

"What is this for?" Fu Cheng patted him on the shoulder, and when Yu Yueyang turned his head, there was a smiling face as warm as the sun: "I brought a hand stove to Yuchun, look!" He held the hand stove as if offering a treasure Lift it up, it is a cupronickel waist-shaped stove.

The man named Pei Yuchun stood up and bowed to Yu Yueyang: "Thank you, brother Yu, but I really deserve it!" He wore an autumn-colored quilted shirt, probably because it has been changed many times, and the hem of the arm There were large patches on his waist, and he bowed his hands to Fu Cheng again: "Brother Xiao Yu saw that I was too cold to hold a pen yesterday, so today he brought me an extra hand stove, I am very grateful!"

Fu Cheng laughed, belittling secretly like an elder: "Yueyang himself is lazy and doesn't like to learn, but he admires people who work hard." He patted Pei Yuchun's hand: "In this entire academy, Brother Pei is the only one. You worked the hardest, and in the future, Qiu Wei must win the Toad Palace, so why bother to be delayed by these two carbons? Brother Pei, just accept it!"

"Isn't it?" Yu Yueyang stood up abruptly, and said eagerly: "My knowledge is also a waste of these things. If you live in my family, I'm afraid you will get eight champions in the exam. Don't worry about it because of this." Things are polite to me!"

Pei Yuchun looked at Fu Cheng, then at Yu Yueyang, bowed and said, "Then I'm not being disrespectful, thank you little brother Yu!"

After he was busy with this matter, Fu Chengcai remembered the snacks he had brought for him, pulled Yu Yueyang to his desk, and took them out of the food box: "Eat before the master comes."

"It's still delicious in your kitchen!" Yu Yueyang monkey anxiously took a piece and bit it into his mouth, dropping the dregs while eating, Fu Cheng handed him a piece of handkerchief: "Take it for Yue Feng too."

Yu Yueyang turned his head and saw that on the first book table, Yu Yuefeng was shaking his head and reciting the book, so absorbed that his hair tie got wrapped around his neck and he didn't bother to straighten it: "He doesn't eat, that nerd got into the book as soon as he hit it." He took another piece and put it in his mouth: "I'm going to be blinded by Ha Lushu."

"What?" Fu Cheng didn't hear clearly: "You swallow it down."

"...I said, I think he's going to be stupid when he reads!" Yu Yueyang wiped his mouth and glared at Fu Cheng with puffed cheeks, only then did he realize that there was something wrong with his face: "Why are you picking your eyes?"

Only then did Fu Cheng remember to tell him about the beating of He Need asked, and once he said it was serious, Yu Yueyang pulled him and wanted to leave, but Fu Cheng grabbed his hand instead: "Where are you going?"

"Nonsense! Of course I went to visit Xuwen."

This reckless look made Fu Cheng laugh: "You are a foreigner, Liang Jin is not here, how can you go to see his wife?"

Yu Yueyang was angry with a stern face: "Then we don't care about his life?" He took a look outside in the snow: "This is a world of ice and snow, if you beat him, you won't let the doctor look at him, who is this!"

"After all, this is the matter of the Liang family. Why do you meddle?" Taking advantage of no one's attention, Fu Cheng pinched his cheek: "Let's wait for Liang Jin to come back. I have asked someone to send some tonics over these days. I have told them My little guy said, if there is anything else, come and call me."

On such a cold day, his fingers were very warm, and Yu Yueyang's face turned red when he touched it. He didn't know whether it was pinched by him or burned by him: "I ask you!" He glanced at Fu Cheng and said in a low voice. : "If I come to your house in the future, what will your family do to me?"

"Oh?" Fu Cheng took out the pen and ink from the cage: "My grandma has passed away." Yu Yueyang disliked him as he leisurely studied the ink, and knelt down beside him relentlessly: "Where is your eldest lady! If she What if you hit me too?"

"My mother loves you the most, have you forgotten?" Fu Cheng tapped the tip of his nose with a pen: "What a heartless person!"

Yu Yueyang rolled his eyes and smiled triumphantly, didn't he?Among them, Mrs. Fu loves Yu Yueyang the most. She often says that Fu Cheng is old-fashioned all day long, Liang Jin has the most ideas, and Yu Yuefeng knows how to read. Only he is the most energetic, laughing and joking like a child. It must come in the future Madam Fu is also reluctant to make things difficult for their family!

A road had just been cleared in the courtyard, Hua Nong was wearing a crimson jacket, carrying a food box into the house, which contained freshly brewed medicine for He Xuwen.

When one end came out, it was still hot and smoking. Why did you lie on the bed and drank it with your arms propped up. Yun Shang hurriedly handed him a candied fruit.

"Young madam is still afraid of suffering?" Hua Nong cleaned up the bowl, then handed He Youwen a handkerchief: "I haven't seen young madam taking medicine before, I don't know."

Yun Shang gave her a gouged look: "Nonsense! Can you take medicine blindly if you have nothing to do?"

"Don't talk about her." He Youwen waved his hand, then lay back on his stomach again: "I'm afraid of suffering, but this is the first time I still eat candied fruit after taking medicine."

Hua Nong pulled his face and became unhappy: "Then young madam, eat another one?" She felt sorry for his old life: "I will ask the kitchen to make wine rice balls for young madam later, and put more caramel!"

Yun Shang smiled and walked away, sat down again after nothing to do, lifted the quilt and clothes that He Needed to ask, and looked at them, Hua Nong hurriedly asked: "Is it better?"

Sitting idle, she made a hand gesture, signaling her to whisper, she looked back, why bother to ask, drooping eyelids, wanting to sleep or not, and said in a low voice, "There are already a lot of scabs."

"I think it may leave scars." Hua Nong walked away with nothing to do, holding a brazier outside to do needlework, looked inside and sighed: "If you are beaten like this, you will naturally leave scars. There are scars, a whip that our eldest lady got from no one knows where it was whipped densely on her body, it hurts like hell, but it doesn't bleed, so our young master has always been clean."

"Your eldest lady beat him too?" Hua Nong was taken aback for a moment: "Master why don't you care?"

Nothing to do and sneered: "When the master sees it, he will say a few words, and if he can't see it, he will act as if nothing happened." As he spoke, a tear fell from his eye socket: "When our young lady was here, no one dared to insult the young master like this!"

"Miss?"

Seeing that she didn't know anything, she forced a smile: "It's the young master's own mother, she is not allowed to be called madam." She showed a look of admiration: "Miss said she didn't want to be someone's 'madam', she is just herself... ..." Speaking of Miss, he chattered like he had nothing to do: "In the past, our young master didn't have the surname He, but our young lady's surname was Jiang. It was changed after the young lady's death."

Such an astonishing woman, I heard from the young lady before that she didn't even have a tomb, Hua Nong couldn't hold back her curiosity, and hurriedly asked: "What's your lady's name?"

"It's called Jiang Zitang... I heard it was chosen by the old Taoist nun who raised her. Because she was picked up from the river, she took the surname Jiang."

"Jiang Zitang..." Hua Nong chewed on the name thoughtfully, "Zitang...why does it sound so familiar..." She gave an empowerment like thunder, "I remember it!" She murmured this name in her sleep, she hurriedly raised her idle hand, and was about to say it, but she heard Tan Qingyao's voice from the door: "Young Madam, how is it?"

For some reason, Hua Nong didn't like her when he saw her: "Hey, why is Auntie here?" He usually sees her as a virtuous and virtuous woman, but Hua Nong intuitively feels that there is a traitor hidden in her heart: "Our young lady has been injured these few days. Day, why did Auntie think about it today?"

Tan Qingyao laughed, with a trace of undisguised pride: "Since the young master left, grandma has asked me to accompany her to eat and play cards every day." She was proud in an instant, and put on a sincere look: "No, As soon as I'm free, I'll come to see the young lady, and pay my respects to the young lady by the way."

Hua Nong stopped a step in front of her: "Thank you, Auntie, for your kindness. If you really have the heart, you can take the time to watch it!" She squinted contemptuously, poking the material with stitches in her hands: "We are less Madame is asleep, Auntie will come back another day."

"Falling asleep..." Tan Qingyao smacked the words, then laughed, not bothering with Hua Nong: "Then I'll come back tomorrow, young lady wakes up, please greet me." After she finished speaking, she shook her skirt and left .

Hua Nong still sat down with a needle and thread, he had already forgotten what he was going to say to Wu Shi, glanced inward and said: "Young Madam has been sleeping a lot lately."

"He used to seldom take naps in the afternoon." He had nothing to do and was puzzled: "Recently, he slept several times a day."

Hua Nong didn't think too much, and twisted the thread: "It's cold and lying on the bed, can't I just sleep? Besides, taking the medicine for typhoid fever makes people sleepy."

Also, why bother to ask about lying on the bed for the past few days, sleeping after drinking medicine, I don’t know if it’s because of the injury of the muscles and bones, my hands and feet also feel weak, sometimes I want to read a book, but I feel tired after holding it for a while.

He has often had dreams recently. In the dream, his mother and Liang Jin were always walking far ahead. He wanted to chase after him, but his legs didn't listen to him, and he couldn't keep up, so he couldn't sleep well.