Mother Chen felt that whether Mr. Hou and Cao Xiwan were robbing Bizhu was a matter between the master and servant of the Hou Mansion and had nothing to do with his wife.
She didn't want to take care of it, and secretly reminded Lou Shuluan not to take any more care. Mother Chen had already told Mrs. Hou behind her back:
"Madam, at that time, Madam Qing did cut off half a green pearl and gave it to Madam."
On the night when Mr. Hou was poisoned, my wife had a fetal movement, and the doctor Chen Ming said that she wanted to take another look. Later, several doctors agreed that there was no need to use it. Mother Chen put this little poison repellent powder in a handkerchief and sewed it on a
I keep it in my sachet for my wife to give birth safely.
"Madam, now that you are pregnant, the first priority is to preserve the fetus, so you don't need to worry about it. Is there anything else that the Marquis has on his mind? Is there anyone who can stop my wife from giving birth to a legitimate son?"
"But that blue pearl is not the treasure that the Marquis carries with him?"
"Madam, just pretend that you don't know. The Marquis told your wife to reward her, so she just rewards her."
Mother Chen’s reminder comes from her own anxiety.
The wife suddenly felt unwell. Mother Chen thought about it carefully and questioned Wenxue severely. Wenxue could only cry and said that the wife had taken two pills to cause the fetal gas to become unstable. The medicine was given by the Marquis. Mother Chen didn't believe it, but why?
My wife didn’t want to mention the origin of this medicine.
Mother Chen felt that something was fishy and she needed to recruit Cao Xiwan for help, otherwise her wife might not be able to give birth safely.
"Ms. Cao, after the prince returned to his outer study, he stopped living there. He slept in the room of Liu Ying, the third daughter-in-law of the Zhou family, day after day."
Lou Shuluan thought for a while: "But she and Liancheng have been talking behind each other's back."
This news was secretly reported by Wenxue and several of Yunzhu's dowry girls.
They all saw that during the time when the Marquis was recuperating, the second manager Lian was very busy and loyal. He only had a short time in the afternoon, and he usually sat on the verandah of Baihua Hall to bask in the sun.
None of the servants dared to disturb him. One day, Cao Xiwan walked over to look for him. The two of them had tea in the gallery and didn't know what they said.
Yanzhi fell in front of his wife and said that Xiaowan had mentioned to her that she and the second manager were discussing matters in the house.
Of course Liancheng found that one puppet was missing.
"At my place."
"..." Manager Lian Er's eyes changed and became sharp. She was surprised: "I'll ask Mr. Hou for one so I can use it myself. Can't you?"
"A puppet is as good as you."
She smiled: "A hundred people put together are no match for me. Why do you need to bother me?" She covered her mouth with her handkerchief and coughed twice, "I'm talking about me now."
Liancheng was stunned. The hand holding the tea was stagnant. He lowered his eyes and slowly touched the water of the tea soup with the tea lid. He looked at her again, seemed to think for a while, and nodded: "In the past, this was not a good thing. You are too strong.
Prince Zhao is suspicious. But now is the time to employ people, and I heard that the ministers in Prince Zhao's Mansion have driven away the people we sent to urge Prince Zhao."
"Compared with the palace masters of Biying Palace, those who practice alchemy are still far behind." She thought for a moment, "There are eleven palace masters of Biying Palace. Ten of them are in the capital. The ones who are with Prince Zhao should be
Is he the Grand Palace Master? He must have driven away at least twenty of our masters by himself."
"That's right. Your Majesty asked the Marquis to recuperate. How can the Marquis dare to recuperate?"
"Uncle Zhongzhong, he is the princess of Prince Qin's palace. He is a guest of honor and a relative of the country. He is also a descendant of the founder of the country. He originally also had a fourth-grade commander in brocade. I heard that he might want to take it a step further?"
One step further is the Commander-in-Chief of Jinyi.
"Exactly. If you can do it, I will help you explain it, and the Marquis will naturally value you more. It is easy to give you a puppet. Can you really do it? I know that the worst among those puppets is worthy of one
is you."
"Well." She took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Why should I lie to you about this kind of thing."
"Okay, I'll take the risk for you."
"...You are so easy to talk to. When I was twelve years old, I hid Bizhu in my ghost-faced toy money box. You must have told the Marquis." She looked at Lian Er with suspicion.
Manager Lian Er immersed himself in tea and looked around, saying, "I heard that the Grand Palace Master was the one who tried to surround and kill the Mongolian Imperial Master. On the contrary, Su Jintian's master may be a descendant of the empress of the previous dynasty."
"Hey, I don't know! Tell me - I like to hear it." She became interested as expected, looked around, and asked quietly, "Su Jintian, is he the son of his master? He never mentions his parents.
!I’ve already been surprised!”
She just likes to hear these trivial things. It's more like gossip than asking around in the yamen to extort money. Manager Lian comforted himself by thinking that thanks to her long stay in the yamen, she also has weaknesses.
Many of her utensils are still placed in the east room, separated by curtains and with flickering lights. The two rolling sheds outside have not been dismantled.
In the main room, Song Chengming was still reading government documents at his desk, with a whole wall of red sandalwood bookshelves behind him.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Song Chengming was stunned for a moment, then frowned and looked up.
Mr. Chen poked his head out from the beam. He had just changed the value and was equally surprised. If someone comes at this time, he must greet the Marquis in advance. How could the Marquis not know who the person is?
The door is still ringing.
It won't be Shun Bao or Lien Cheng, they will make a noise. Song Chengming thought, and was even more puzzled that the fans outside the study were silent. No one came in to report.
The light illuminated the shadows on all sides, and the shadows of flowers and moonlight gave off a chilly feeling. Song Chengming thought to himself, was it an assassin who killed all the gatekeepers?
"who?"
"Master Hou, it's me, Xiaowan."
"..." Song Chengming composed himself.
"Come in."
Cao Xiwan walked in, and Song Chengming just smiled and said: "You disappear when you go out in the afternoon. When you come in, you don't go through your own door but knock on mine——"
Halfway through, his voice stopped abruptly.
Father Chen also noticed something strange about Cao Xiwan. He was startled and jumped down from the beam, standing guard beside the Marquis.
Mr. Chen also suspected that there was an assassin, and hid on the roof to attack at any time, but since Mrs. Qing was coming, there was no use hiding.
Father Chen looked at the rope in Qing Niang's hand in confusion, and followed the rope to see the other end. A long, gray-turbaned woman was pulled out. She actually jumped in with her legs straight.
Fans outside were also surprised.
"Miss Qing, who is this?" Mr. Chen had to ask about his duties. Fortunately, he counted the number of people outside the door with a glance, and all the people on duty outside were there.
"The Marquis's people." She replied simply, looking at Nankang Hou, "Master Marquis, I have something to say to the Marquis alone."
Song Chengming stared at her.
Seeing that the Marquis was unwilling to turn away everyone, she thought for a moment and said, "Master Marquis, I know this person, please give her to me. I am in need of a companion."
Song Chengming's face darkened.
"How did you find her?"
"I entered the secret room behind the stone bed."
Song Chengming was extremely angry and stood up suddenly: "You are so outrageous! Someone is coming!"
Fans poured in, and Mr. Chen subconsciously pulled out his own Qimen weapon.