Seeing Chu Nanzhi so docile and well-behaved, with no trace of resentment in his eyes, Chang Yanjue felt extremely happy. He couldn't help but cough several times due to this joy, and blood suddenly came from the corner of his mouth.
Chu Nanzhi was about to get up in a hurry, but Chang Yanjue immediately stopped her, took out her handkerchief and wiped it, waved her hand and said, "It's okay, it's no big deal."
Chu Nanzhi had no choice but to sit back and said Haosheng: "Mr. Qian's clinic has now obtained a lot of Angelica sinensis. Mr. Chang asks everyone in the house to make a soup and drink it twice a day to replenish qi and blood."
"After all, I am getting older and I have to admit this fact."
Chang Yanjue sighed bitterly: "The success or failure of the imperial court can only depend on you."
"Teacher, please be patient. I will do my best to fulfill your long-cherished wish."
Lin Jinxiao was extremely worried about his health at this moment and began to urge: "Teacher, it is better to go back to the room and rest for two days. When you feel better, the student will send someone to pick you up and take you and your wife to attend the canonization ceremony of the student and your wife."
Although Chang Yanjue was still a little clogged in his heart, the fact that the two disciples came to visit him in person today undoubtedly made him feel much more comfortable and relieved of many knots in his heart, so he nodded obediently.
Just thinking about Lin Jinhong, he still felt a little guilty in his heart, and said in a deep tone: "Jinxiao, Erlang is gone, don't worry about the grudges between you and their mother and son anymore, and be kind to the remaining orphans and widows."
After a pause, he added: "For the sake of my teacher, you, Mr. Nie, and your late father, the county magistrate."
"good."
Lin Jinxiao nodded stiffly and solemnly: "The student will go back to Anlin Village with his wife in person later."
"Go ahead."
Chang Yanjue covered the corner of his mouth and coughed muffledly: "I won't keep you here anymore. In the past two days, many officials from various counties have come to watch the ceremony. You must give them a good reception. Don't do it again at this juncture.
There's going to be trouble."
"The student noted it down."
Lin Jinxiao immediately stood up, stared at Chang Lao, who was already leaning on the back of the chair and had begun to close his eyes to rest. He made a gesture to Chu Nanzhi, and the two of them walked out of the study very lightly.
Back in the living room, Ji Huazhen led the maids who were playing with the little treasures. Seeing the couple coming out, Ji Huazhen first looked in the direction of the study, and Chu Nanzhi replied with understanding: "I'm afraid Mr. Chang is a little tired.
Let him rest in his study for a while."
"That's fine, that's fine."
Ji Huazhen looked at the two people greeting the little treasures and seemed to be leaving, and asked with some reluctance: "Nan Zhi, Dalang, are you going back now?"
"While it's still early, let's go back to the village and have a look."
Chu Nanzhi reminded vaguely.
Ji Huazhen heard that they must have gone to see how Lin Jinhong's funeral was being prepared, so she stopped trying and echoed:
"Although your stepmother is usually a bit arrogant and mean, now that a white-haired person is sending a black-haired person, it really makes people feel pity. Mr. Nie came back from the village this morning and said that in just one night, Chen Da
My wife’s hair is all white, and she is so crazy that she doesn’t even recognize her daughter and daughter-in-law.”
Hearing this, Chu Nanzhi and Lin Jinxiao didn't reply. They bowed silently to Ji Huazhen, led the little treasures out of the Chang Mansion, got back on the carriage, and drove towards Anlin Village.
It had only been sunny for one day, but there was still a lot of mud on the village road, making the carriage bumpy and bumpy along the way.
Through the car curtain, you can see the green rice everywhere, growing very luxuriantly.
More than half a month later, the harvest season came again. Lin Jinxiao felt indescribably happy as he recalled that he and his wife had worked together to fight against the wealthy gentry and punish corrupt officials in order to achieve the good situation they had now.
Turning his head and staring at her affectionately, Lin Jinxiao pointed to the outside of the car curtain and said with a smile: "Now all counties in Pingning Prefecture have begun to implement land equalization policies, and people in various places have also reduced their rent. This year It’s a peaceful year.”
"With a feudal official like you who cares about the people making decisions for them, the people will naturally be able to enjoy peace."
Chu Nanzhi also smiled at him happily.
"I wonder how long these peaceful days can last?"
Lin Jinxiao began to think about the dilemma he might encounter next.
"Are you worried that King Qinghe will make a desperate move and march eastwards?"
Chu Nanzhi immediately saw through his thoughts and shook his head with firm eyes: "Lin Jinke doesn't dare. Even though he has hundreds of thousands of soldiers, as long as the Six Emperors Uncle can help the Empress Dowager and Her Majesty to intimidate the courtiers, Lin Jinke will have no name." , he cannot move eastward smoothly."
"I hope so."
Lin Jinxiao has been restless these past two days. A series of strange things suddenly reminded him of the posthumous son of Prince Ting'an who had been rumored in private.
After thinking about it, he suddenly asked with his eyebrows gleaming: "I remember that Madam mentioned before that Prince Ting'an left behind a child. Where did you hear these rumors?"
"I"
Chu Nanzhi couldn't help but be startled, and replied with a stiff smile: "In the past, I didn't always go out to help Magistrate Hu investigate cases in the village. I just happened to hear some interesting stories discussed in the market."
"But why did you think I was the posthumous child in the first place?"
Lin Jinxiao stared at her suspiciously.
His intuition told him that his wife was hiding something from him.
"I was just joking."
Chu Nanzhi replied calmly, not daring to look at his aggressive and sharp eyes.
The little ones were listening at a loss, and Sanbao Lin Ruichong couldn't help but interjected: "Auntie, what is a posthumous child, but like Lin Erlang, he was gone before the baby with Madam Qin was born?"
"Yes, it is like that."
Chu Nan Zhiwen smiled and pinched the curious little face of Sanbao, deliberately avoiding Lin Jinxiao's questioning eyes, and told the little ones: "From now on, I will call him Uncle Lin Erlang, and I will also call him my wife when I see him." "Auntie, don't be so rude."
The little guys pouted in unison, very unhappy.
"Listen to your mother, you are now studying under Chang Lao and Nie Lao. You should know the etiquette of respect and inferiority, and you can no longer be as willful as you were in the village before."
After receiving Chang Lao's instructions today, Lin Jinxiao felt more comforted when he thought that Lin Jinhong had done something good this time and found out the murderer behind the scenes.
At least when Erlang went to see his father underground, he had something to say that pleased his father.
After listening to his father's words, Dabaolin Ruiwen was the first to express his position: "Okay, let's just listen to my mother. Anyway, he is dead. If we continue to argue with him, it will appear that we are not generous enough."
"This is how you become a good boy."
Just when Chu Nanzhi praised the little treasures happily, Lin Jinxiao brought the previous topic back: "Madam, do you think it is possible to believe that the late prince left behind a child?"
"this."
Chu Nanzhi hesitated and thought for a moment. She really didn't know how to answer him. Suddenly, she had an idea and asked back: "Lin Dalang, if you are the posthumous child, what are your next plans?"