Half an hour later.

Zhu Mansion. Warm Fragrance Pavilion.

Lin Zhiwu walked in front, followed by the crepe doctor he had just invited with a medicine box on his back.

The two walked up to the pavilion step by step and came to the wing room where Leng Qing lived, Lin Zhiwu reached out and buckled the door: "Miss Leng, the crepe doctor is here." ”

"Come in. Leng Qing's indifferent voice came from behind the door, and she couldn't hear her feelings.

I saw Lin Zhiwu push open the door of the side room, and stretched out his hand to make a "please" gesture to the crepe doctor standing behind him.

The crepe doctor nodded slightly, and entered the wing room from the goodness, and Lin Zhiwu followed.

Leng Qing, who was sitting at the tea table holding a book and reading, glanced at the two people who walked in front of her lightly, and there was no need for the crepe doctor to speak, Leng Qing took the initiative to stretch out her left hand and rest it on the tea table, and her right hand was still holding the book and looking at it.

Doctor Crepe put the medicine box on his shoulder on the tea table, sat down on Leng Qing's outstretched left hand, took out the pulse pillow from the medicine box, rested it under Leng Qing's wrist, and began to diagnose Leng Qing's pulse.

At first, the crepe doctor just frowned lightly, and in the end, the two eyebrows were already entangled together, and at first glance, it looked like a "Sichuan" word.

After a while, I saw that Doctor Crepe put away his hand to diagnose the pulse, and Lin Zhiwu, who had been carefully observing Doctor Zou's expression beside him, asked softly, "Doctor Crepe, how is Miss Leng's body?"

The crepe doctor habitually stroked the long beard on his chin, stretched his brows and said to Lin Zhiwu: "This girl has recovered very well, originally the old man was worried about this and that, but now as long as the wound is not wet, there is nothing to worry about." ”

Hearing what the crepe doctor said, Lin Zhiwu finally breathed a long sigh of relief: That's it!

"In this way, I will ask Miss Leng to rest. Saying this to Leng Qing, Lin Zhiwu's voice changed and said to Doctor Crepe: "Doctor Crepe, please follow me to the guest house for a while!"

Nodding his head, he glanced at Leng Qing, who was sitting at the table silently and reading quietly, as if he didn't care about anything, and the crepe doctor packed up the pulse pillow, picked up the medicine box, and left with Lin Zhiwu.

Arranged Dr. Xuan to live in a guest room in the East (male) Guest House, and Lin Zhiwu did other things non-stop.

Tomorrow is the wedding date, but Lin Zhiwu only has one day to arrange and prepare, and he is really busy.

At the end of the Shen period. Night is coming.

Zhu Mansion. Parvis.

After finishing their respective tasks, all the maids and servants in the Zhu Mansion gathered in the wide open space paved with white floor tiles outside the door of the front hall to wait for Steward Liu and Lin Zhiwu.

About half a pillar of incense passed, Steward Liu, who was in his fifties with gray hair and wearing a blue-gray robe, and Lin Zhiwufang, who was wearing a light blue caftan brown suit, appeared in front of the front hall together.

Behind Steward Liu and Lin Zhiwu were six family members, and the two of them carried a total of three large bamboo baskets filled with brand-new dark blue caftan brown clothes and light green skirts.

"Originally, this year's spring clothes had been issued last month, but everyone knew that tomorrow was a big day for our new family owner to get married, so the new family owner specially instructed all the people in the house to send another set of New Year clothes, and everyone must wear new clothes tomorrow to get out of the lower house. Do you remember?" Looking at the bustling more than 100 subordinates in the courtyard, Steward Liu said loudly.

"Got it!" said the voices of the subordinates.

"Then according to the time of entering the house, let's line up and start to get new clothes! Lin Zhiwu walked to the long table that had been placed by the door of the hall in the morning, sat down, and said lightly.

On the table was a thick book and a box of red ink, which were used for registration.

All the subordinates began to line up to receive new clothes according to the time they entered the Zhu Mansion to do business, and then walked up to Lin Zhiwu one by one, dipped the thumb of their right hand in the ink, and then pressed their fingerprints under their respective names in the book.

It's night. The moonlight is shining. The sky is full of stars.

Zhu Mansion. Warm Fragrance Pavilion.

Lu Xueyue, who was also busy all day, carried a large bucket of steamy hot water into Leng Qing's room, bypassed the peacock dark pattern screen at the end of the bed, and poured the hot water in the bucket into a bath bucket with a diameter of about one meter and five and a height of about eighty centimeters, with a white cloth towel on the edge of the bucket.

After repeating this back and forth seven or eight times, Lu Xueyue finally put down the wooden bucket, and instead lifted the basket full of red plum petals on the side of the bath barrel, and poured all the petals in the basket into the bath bucket.

Perhaps because the red plum is freshly picked, after soaking in hot water, accompanied by the aroma of rising water vapor, the house is full of the cold aroma of red plum, refreshing.

I tested the water temperature with a gentle swing in the water with my hand, and it was just right.

Lu Xueyue put down the basket and walked to the side of the bed outside the screen, lowered her head and restrained her hands to Leng Qing, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to the bedpost reading by the candle on the tea table not far away, and said respectfully: "Miss Leng, the water has been prepared, please take a bath." ”

Putting down the book in his hand, Leng Qing got up and walked towards the peacock dark pattern screen at the end of the bed.

When she bypassed the peacock dark pattern screen, Leng Qing suddenly said to Lu Xueyue, who was following her: "You go out!"

As soon as Lu Xueyue heard Leng Qing let her out, she hurriedly opened her mouth and said, "Miss Leng, Deputy Steward Lin instructed the slave maid to help you bathe, so as not to accidentally let the wound get wet when you are bathing yourself, which is not good." ”

Hearing this, Leng Qing was silent, walked to the bathtub and began to undress.

At the moment when he stepped on the small stool next to the bathtub and stepped into the bathtub, Leng Qing said lightly: "Then you stay." ”

A quarter of an hour later, Leng Qing wore her long hair that was still dripping, and walked out of the peacock dark pattern screen in a white middle coat.

Lu Xueyue then followed, holding Leng Qing's modern white shirt and white slacks in one hand, and the sky blue embroidered bamboo satin gown in the other hand and asked Leng Qing: "Miss Leng, this dress is relatively clean, these two clothes are more or less damaged, and they are both stained with blood.

In Lu Xueyue's opinion, although she didn't know what kind of fabric the clothes in her hands were made of, she also knew that this dress should be expensive just by feeling it......

Glancing back at the Saint Laurent women's white silk long-sleeved single-breasted solid shirt and the Saint Laurent women's white cotton chic casual trousers dappled with her blood, it was the only thing that could prove that she didn't belong in this world, but ......

I saw Leng Qing turn around and walk towards the wooden bed, and her voice was very cold: "Find time to wash that long shirt, as for those two white clothes...... Go up in flames. And the pair of beige shoes at the end of the bed, all burned. ”

But she didn't want to see the clothes and shoes again, and she didn't want to think of the man who hurt her so much and hurt her so much.

Leng Qing felt that if you want to be out of sight, the most direct way is to turn them into ashes.

Leng Qing's words made Lu Xueyue stunned, did she burn it like this? Wouldn't it be a pity?

When Leng Qing walked to the bed, picked up the books that she had placed on the side of the bed before taking a bath, put them on the tea table in the outer room, and looked at her again, Lu Xueyue came back to her senses and hurriedly agreed: "Yes." The slave and the maid will go. ”

After that, Lu Xueyue hugged the dirty clothes in her arms, lifted the pair of beige round-toed high heels at the end of the bed and left the room where Leng Qing lived quickly.

She really thought too much, how could the cold girl, who was about to marry the new head of the family and become the new mother of the Zhu Mansion, care about these two sets of dirty clothes......

Watching Lu Xueyue close the door, Leng Qing blew out the candle on the tea table and returned to the bed to lie down on the bed slowly, brushed her wet hair aside, pulled the quilt that had been folded during the day and covered her body, her eyes closed lightly.

Tomorrow is going to get married, she has to nourish her spirit, it seems that this ancient wedding is very grinding!

On the other side, Lu Xueyue hurriedly walked out of the Warm Fragrance Pavilion, perhaps because of the vast stars in the sky tonight, Lu Xueyue did not carry a lantern to light the way.

Holding Leng Qing's clothes in her arms, Lu Xueyue only walked quickly to the lower courtyard by the faint starlight.

When passing by the gravel path between the Taoyuan where Zhu Hui and Chen Rou lived before their deaths and the Meiyuan where Zhu Ziyao lived before their deaths, a gust of cold wind blew in front of him, and Lu Xueyue stopped suddenly like a frightened rabbit, and her hands involuntarily hugged the clothes in her arms.

A bright moon hangs in the sky, the stars are all over the sky, scattering a lifetime of silver light, with the silence around it, this night seems very deserted, but also a little cool and terrible.

Occasionally, a breeze blows, and the wind blows through the woods, bringing a "rustling" sound, like a mournful roar, like a wail.

Turning her head mechanically to look at the gray courtyard wall on the right, which was more than two meters high, Lu Xueyue hugged the clothes in her arms tightly, gradually twisted her eyebrows, and bit her lip as if she was about to cry.

Suddenly, Lu Xueyue turned her head and ran wildly towards the verandah not far ahead, silently chanting in her heart: Master, eldest lady, eldest young master, don't come to Xueyue! Don't come to Xueyue! It's not Xueyue who killed you, your death has nothing to do with Xueyue! Guanyin Bodhisattva bless! Amitabha Buddha Amitabha Buddha......

Finally returning to the lower courtyard where the maidservants lived, Lu Xueyue hurriedly took out the brazier, stuffed Leng Qing's white clothes and high heels into the brazier and lit it, and then climbed into bed and covered her head with the quilt to sleep under the surprised eyes of the maids who shared the room with her.

In this way, the day before Zhu Zimo and Leng Qing got married, Zhu Zimo and Leng Qing were closed, the people under Zhu Mansion were busy, Lin Zhiwu was running around, and Lu Xueyue was frightened at the end.

Tomorrow, what will greet Zhu Zimo and Leng Qing will be the wedding banquet that the officials of Daliang have gathered the most in history, excluding the royal wedding banquet.

Following.

The hour had just arrived, the sky was still in the clouds, and there were still a few stars hanging in the sky in the distance, and the Zhu Mansion located in the West Street of the West District of Xuanping was already lively.

Wearing the new clothes they had just received yesterday, the maids and servants walked out of the courtyard where the people lived with smiles on their faces, and those who arranged the new houses went to the Korean courtyard to decorate the new houses, hung red lanterns, red silk, and pasted the wedding couplets, and those who were busy making the evening wedding banquet were busy making the wedding banquet in the kitchen, so it was not lively.

In addition to the silent and unmanned Taoyuan and Meiyuan, the Zhu Mansion is a festive and peaceful scene.