The new Honglu Qing Dou Lu Qinwang, is a native of Chang'an, a native of Wannian County, the ancestor is a Xianbei Murong surname, the Northern and Southern Dynasties period and China fusion, grandfather Dou Lu Kuan is the nephew of Emperor Wen of Sui, Tang Gaozu Li Yuan when the incident, led the Guanzhong Hao family to fund heavily, for the founding of the country, to the door shade into the office, officialdom resume ups and downs, over sixty years old, still in the three-grade official position.

This old man has a tough body, his beard is still blue, his stature is not high, his official belly is wide enough to support the boat, and his voice is like a bell.

"Under the official power policy, meet Da Honglu" the power policy is very respectful.

"Shaoqing, please, the old man has just arrived, let's have a pair of new ding, hahaha" Doulu Qinwang laughed, held his belt with both hands, and motioned to take a seat, "Although you are young, you have also experienced many experiences, the old man is at ease with you, the court, the vassal and the trade affairs, you will pick it up on one shoulder, the old man is old, he knows some allusions, good luck and bad etiquette, etc., the old man is responsible, how about it?" ”

"This, Da Honglu, the next official is here, it is a leave" Quan Ce couldn't cry or laugh, the four major functions of Honglu Temple, the lightest is the auspicious etiquette, and it may not be used once a year, this old man will be lazy.

"Leave?" Dou Lu Qinwang frowned, he lost his voice, anyone can use this trick, but he can't use it as the chief official, "Don't cheat and play tricks, the old man's tricks are tempered"

"The lower officials don't dare, the queen of heaven has ordered important things, it will take some time, please Da Honglu to check clearly" Quan Ce told the truth.

Doulu Qinwang was disappointed, "Give the old man a quasi-letter, and don't take a few days off"

"Ten days, ten days is enough" Quan Ce smiled with a smile on his face, but there was some sadness in his smile.

Dou Lu Qin looked at people to become old and fine, so he could naturally see one or two, put away his dissatisfaction, got up and pressed his shoulder, and shook his fat waist to go out, "The old man will deal with some mundane affairs first, and Shaoqing will take care of himself"

Quan Ce went to visit Su Wei, the prime minister who spoke up for him twice, and chatted about some poetry and elegant things, and then took his leave.

Out of the Ouchi Palace, waiting outside the palace, in addition to Shazha Fu and Jedi, there is another astrology, as well as two maids, and a two-frame carriage at the back, he made an appointment with Wu Youji, to go to his house as a guest, and bring Furao with him.

The porter had already been explained, and as soon as the two of them arrived, they entered the hall and introduced the main hall of the inner courtyard.

"Da Lang, come quickly, two boys, have seen my brother" Mrs. Ruilai was very happy to see them, and greeted her two sons, "This is Chongmin, eight years old, this is Chongxing, six years old"

Quan Ce met with them, Chongmin is fine, the little adult is average, the rules are decent, the six-year-old little radish head Chongxing is more lively, running around, and he doesn't recognize life, and anyone who catches him can chat in the clouds, which is cute.

"Uncle Shi, although the little nephew has suffered a big crime this time, he has also exchanged for a business" Quan Ce was a little proud, "The Queen of Heaven ordered the city to specialize in candles with me, this thing is very profitable, and the cost is also huge, Uncle Shi cares?" ”

"I've heard about this, and I discussed it with your aunt last night, even if you hide it and want to eat alone, I'm afraid it won't work" Wu Youji crossed his feet, drinking tea leisurely, like a bandit, to enter the overlord stock.

"You two fathers and elder brothers, both of you are more serious," Mrs. Relay attached great importance to her children's education, stamping her feet in anger, "The candle business is a gold mine, which can be passed on to future generations, Dalang, do you really want to share it with my family?" ”

"That's nature," Quan Ce agreed very simply, his eyes staring at Madame Relay, conveying some strong messages.

Mrs. Ruilai turned her head, her heart was a little unnatural, since the farewell of Yishui Painting Boat that night, this is the second time she and Quan Ce have met, the first time is in Princess Yiyang's mansion, Quan Ce moved back from Shangyang Palace, every time they meet their eyes, she always feels that something is wrong, this man who calls his aunt seems to have some different thoughts.

"Bah, bah" Mrs. Reilay secretly groaned in her heart, but she was just a hairy boy, and she had a heart of longing, she was twenty-five or sixteen years old, seven or eight years older than him, and it seemed that she had to find an opportunity to teach Fleur, and I don't know what she thought, and Madame Relai's cheeks flushed.

While they were laughing and laughing, at noon, Madame Relay ordered that a meal be arranged.

The pomp and circumstance of eating here is very large, each dish is lined up by many female waitress, and it is taken away when it is used up, there are no dishes piled up on the table, and the order of the maids also has certain rules, first the host and then the guest, first the man and then the woman.

After enjoying the sumptuous luncheon, the maids lined up in a line, holding the dessert after the meal, and the maid who was in second place, when walking in the corridor, accidentally collided with the astrologer standing under the corridor, and stumbled, but fortunately, the astrologer was quick and caught the porcelain plate, and the maid whispered thanks, bypassed the pillar, stepped into the door, and placed the porcelain plate on the table of Madame Relai.

The astrologer took out a silk scarf from his chest, wiped his hands, and moved his seat to the side of the stairs, where he had been.

"Come on, come on, hibiscus, use more, you are too thin, this is the Yulu group, this is the Lingsha Zhen, the most nourishing product for women" Mrs. Ruilai persuaded the hibiscus, and she used it sweetly.

Quan Ce tried to take a bite, but was immediately defeated, Datang's sweets were too sweet and greasy, and he panicked.

After a full meal and wine, several people discussed some details of the candle business, and Quan Ce took Fleur to leave.

Unexpectedly, early in the morning of the second day, Wu Youji came to the door with a roar, grabbed Quan Ce and asked, "Da Lang, you vomited blood and died last time, who was the miracle doctor who treated you?" Can you still find it? ”

"Uncle Shi come slowly, what's wrong?" Quan Ce became nervous, "That miracle doctor just made a shock, he just said a word to let me write more legendary words and left, there is no news, the little nephew can arrange for someone to investigate"

Wu Youji let go of his hands in despair, "This is Lao Dalang"

Quan Ce offered the teacup, "Uncle Shi, but is there something wrong with the elders in the family?" ”

"Fei Ye" Wu Youji tilted his head and leaned on the backrest with a bang, "It's your aunt, who suddenly contracted a strange disease last night, her body was convulsed, and her muscles and bones crackled everywhere, and she couldn't help but die."

"Have you ever asked for a royal doctor?"

"Please, I called all the people from the Internal Medicine Bureau, and even Imperial Doctor Shen begged for it, helpless, they were all helpless" Wu Youji jumped up from his chair, "Da Lang, be sure to pay attention to this matter, I'll go to another house to investigate"

"Uncle Shi, slow down, I'll go with you to visit my aunt," Quan Ce beckoned people to prepare the carriage and horses.

"No need, she is afraid that she doesn't want to see outsiders now" Wu Youji dropped a sentence, and his figure had already rushed out of the gate.

Even if he said this, Quan Ce didn't listen, and arranged for Quan Li to visit the place where he found the miracle doctor last time, and went to Wuyou Ji Mansion alone without taking Fuyuan.

Everyone in the house knew that he was the beloved junior of the master's mother, and he had not been fortified, so he came directly to Mrs. Relai's bed.

"Auntie, what are you, why is that?" Listening to Wu Youji, and seeing it with my own eyes, I feel very different, yesterday I was still talking and laughing, but now I am lying on the bed, describing it as withered.

"Da Lang...... Ah......h

Quan Ce was heartbroken, knelt in front of the bed, buried his head in her, and cried bitterly.

Mrs. Relai's cheeks fluttered a little rosy, and she stretched out her hand with all her might, gently stroked his bun, and comforted him with difficulty, "Don't be sad, Auntie is fine...... Ah......h