[Old Nine Gates] The concubine is polite

A group of four people walked out of the troupe, and Adjutant Zhang asked his boss worriedly: "Master Buddha, what if the second master really refuses to help?"

Foye turned around and glanced at Liyuan: "Whether Second Master doesn't care about this matter or not, I will find out the truth of this matter, and invite Eighth Master over after nightfall."

"Okay." Adjutant Zhang got the order and went to the car to open the door with peace of mind. Er Ya helped Li Yan to bend down and sit in the car. Get into the passenger seat and order to drive.

Sitting in the car, Zhang Qishan sighed, frowned and closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair. Seeing that Zhang Qishan seemed very tired, Li Yan knew that he couldn't help at the moment, so he could only watch worriedly and dare not disturb him.

The car was running smoothly, and the sun outside the car window was about to set. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the car window with warmth. Li Yan leaned on the car door and looked out. The streets of Changsha City were still very lively. The peddler started to pack up the goods, tables and chairs, and the children who were walking around the streets greeted the woman and prepared to go home. Because of work and inexplicable self-esteem, Li Yan, who had been out for many years, was very envious of those who were not paid much. , but has a female colleague with an ordinary and warm family. I don’t know if it’s because of her personality or because she really has too high a vision. Li Yan, who has no shortage of suitors around her, has been single for many years, and her parents in her hometown have complained a lot. .

Withdrawing his mind, Li Yan laughed at himself. There are many children in the old Li family, and Li Yan is not a young man. Even if the modern Li Yan has an accident, according to his character of always planning for a rainy day, the will and insurance policy prepared early in the morning can be regarded as repaying his parents’ upbringing Grace, there is really nothing to worry about.

Turning to look at Zhang Qishan with his eyes closed, he couldn't help replaying in his mind the stalwart figure when he first appeared at the entrance of the theater, the concern in his eyes when he leaned over to ask about his safety, watching "Old Nine Gates" When I was in the drama, I admired this great official who dedicated himself to the country and the people and died, a generation of heroes with both loyalty and righteousness, and such an outstanding man, I never thought that I would be lucky enough to be his wife in my lifetime. It makes people feel extremely happy, but also extremely panic.What should I do to be worthy of him, and how to get along with him in the days to come? Although I have roughly understood what he is like through the plot, seeing the characters in the drama as an outsider and becoming the wife of the characters in the drama are two different things. Ideals and life have always run counter to each other. Although I already have the memory of the original owner, I feel even more strange because I have the memory. Yan, with the collision of two life experiences and the fusion of two personalities, Li Yan felt that he was a bit smarter, and hoped that people in the Zhang family would not think that his wife had mental problems in the coming days.

In Li Yan's entanglement, the car brought everyone to Zhang's mansion, and the butler was notified by the servants that he had already been waiting at the door to receive the return of the old lady.

Zhang Foye directly pushed the car door and got out of the car first, Li Yan took a step back, and with Erya's support, he walked out of the car gracefully, as soon as he came out, he heard Foye telling the housekeeper to find a doctor to come to the house, Li Yan rubbed After wiping off his sweat, he knew in his heart whether he was sick or not, but maybe the sequelae of time-traveling might actually have some side effects. Seeing the medical skills of the Republic of China period was also a great insight.

"Buddha, dinner is ready, should we serve it now?" the housekeeper bowed and asked for instructions.

Zhang Foye glanced at Li Yan, who was in high spirits for a moment, and said to the housekeeper: "Now."

Li Yan, who finally had dinner, looked happily at a table that was considered a sumptuous dinner. However, although the Buddha had a wealthy family, he did not spend extravagantly, because he was busy with work, and the food requirements were as long as he could satisfy his hunger. Fortunately, Master Zhang Foye has a specialization in art, and all the things in the mansion are taken care of by a dedicated person. In my memory, Li Yan, the wife, can be regarded as a half-hand shopkeeper. As long as he takes care of the personal things of Buddha, she doesn't need to worry about anything else. .

So in Li Yan's eyes, the dinner is quite sumptuous at the moment. Compared with the poor bowl of porridge that was regarded as breakfast at noon, the Chinese meal with three dishes and one soup makes Li Yan very satisfied.

Zhang Qishan occupies a high position, so his personality is inevitably somewhat rigid. The rules of the Zhang family have always been governed by some of the rules of the army, so the strict rules of the Zhang family can also be seen at the dinner table. When Zhang Qishan started, Li Yan held up his chopsticks and picked up his favorite food. Go, both of them are not used to let the servants serve, so the servants waiting at the side are just waiting for the master to finish eating and leave the table at any time.

"Ah Yan seems to have a good appetite today?" Zhang Qishan was a little surprised when he saw that although Li Yan was eating well, Zhang Qishan was a little surprised by his hands that kept picking up vegetables.

"Uh, I got up late today, so far, I only had two meals." Li Yan swallowed the food in his mouth before answering Zhang Qishan's doubts.

"Don't eat too much at night, it's easy to accumulate food." Although Zhang Qishan told him worriedly, seeing Li Yan's delicious appearance, he secretly wondered if the food tonight was so good that Li Yan's appetite was whetted. .Unknowingly, while thinking about it, I also ate two more bites.

After eating and drinking mouthwash tea, Zhang Foye went into the study as usual and never came out again.Li Yan, who had nothing to do, told the good housekeeper to cook a bowl of white fungus and lotus seed soup for the Buddha's supper, and walked to the bedroom with her personal maid.As soon as his hand touched the door of the bedroom, his stomach suddenly felt cramped. Li Yan's face turned pale, and he squatted on the ground with a low cry: "Quick! Help me to the toilet."

Er Ya panicked: "Ma'am, what's wrong with you, Ma'am?"

"Don't yell, help me up!" Li Yan's stomach gurgled loudly.

Erya vigorously helped Li Yan up, and the two pushed open the bedroom door and went straight to the toilet.Sitting on the white porcelain flush toilet, Li Yan was extremely grateful for the modern equipment in the Zhang Mansion, because it is a European-style building, with financial support, the mansion has all kinds of bathrooms and toilets.However, people in the Republic of China nowadays are used to carrying hot water for washing in addition to going to the toilet to take a bath.

After counting for 10 minutes, Li Yan was exhausted and with the help of Erya, he reluctantly took a shower and lay on the bed half dead.The doctor who made an appointment to come to the door happened to be on the spot to treat Li Yan who was suffering from gastrointestinal discomfort. After some diagnosis, the doctor asked the accompanying nurse to hang Li Yan with normal saline, and handed over the prescribed western medicine to Erya for instructions.After watching Li Yan take the antidiarrheal medicine, the kind-faced doctor told Li Yan repeatedly with medical ethics: "Mrs. Zhang, I have explained to the housekeeper how to take the needle after the IV is finished. You will be fine, so don’t worry too much. But Mrs. Zhang, you have a weak spleen and stomach. This sudden overeating caused stomach discomfort. I suggest that you should pay attention to keeping a light diet in the near future. Eat less and more meals is the way to maintain health .”

"Thank you, doctor, butler, for helping me send the doctor out of the house." Li Yan maintained the smile on his face, and nodded at the doctor, "Oh, yes, I just told you, didn't the Buddha know about this?"

The housekeeper bowed and replied: "No, ma'am, this matter has not been reported to the Buddha."

"Buddha is busy with business, don't bother Buddha with such trivial matters."

"Okay, ma'am." The butler politely invited the doctor out.

"Erya, you can go down too, I want to rest alone for a while."

"But ma'am, you haven't finished your drip yet..."

"It's okay, it's impossible to hang up this drip in half an hour. I guess you can come and take a look after two quarters of an hour."

"Then madam, Erya is going down for the time being, and you can call Erya anytime if you need something." Erya looked at his wife's pale face and replied worriedly.

Li Yan waved his hand feebly, and Erya took advantage of the situation to exit the room.Looking at the finally quiet bedroom, Li Yan wailed and buried herself in the quilt: "God, in this life, food and love are the only things you can't live up to. Now love is on the way, but food is cruelly leaving me. "Li Yan, who has been drifting away all the year round, has no other hobbies after work, but likes to collect all kinds of delicious food to pass the time. Now this only hobby will be buried on the weak stomach of the original owner. The diet is light, isn't it just euphemistically asking himself to be like a vegetarian? ?Unexpectedly, I, Li Yan, traveled through this dynasty and received a beautiful husband, but was asked to live the life of a Taoist nun.

Because of the discomfort in her stomach, she couldn't sleep even when she wanted to sleep. After counting the time, she finally waited until the housekeeper pulled out the needle for herself. Li Yan, who was relaxed now, fell asleep in a daze while waiting for the Buddha to return.

"Oh, it's so pitiful. I lost my mother at a young age."

"Hey, have you heard that the wife of this family committed suicide?"

"No way? How did I hear that he died of illness?"

"No, no, alas, this family has also suffered retribution, let's go, it's a bad thing anyway."

In the Li Mansion with white flags fluttering, a half-grown child, Li Yanmu, whose face has not yet opened, knelt with his brothers and sisters in the sacrificial hall. In the middle of the hall was the mother's coffin. , Li Yan followed his family and burned the ingots and paper figurines without saying a word. During the period, he finally couldn't help asking his brother: "Where's father?"

I still remember the anger on my brother's face at that time: "Damn Japanese!"

My brother didn't say another word, but Li Yan already knew what his brother meant, and hatred gradually appeared in his originally dull eyes.

The scene changed, and at the entrance of the Hong Mansion, decorated with lanterns and festoons, Er Yuehong clasped her fists and thanked the guests who came to congratulate her.Li Yan was hidden near the Red Mansion in filial piety, her red eyes were full of sorrow and pain, but she never shed a single tear.That night, as long as the lively lights of the Red Mansion were on, Li Yan stood in the shadow opposite the Red Mansion for so long.