Thinking of arriving in the capital, Du Mingxin is about to turn over, the old man may have to continue the strings, the family's middle feed, Shen's dowry will be handed over to the new wife or Du Mingxin to take care of, and Aunt Liu's mouth full of silver teeth will be crushed.

On the second day, as soon as the sky was bright, seven or eight carriages from Du Mansion came out, and after the three carriages of Mr. Jiang converged at the Daliang Gate, the group embarked on the road to the capital.

Because there were many people and things, the carriage was a little crowded, Du Mingxin and her four maids were crammed into a car, and each maid still carried a big burden in her arms.

Qiulin sat next to the car door, thinking about his thoughts in a distracted manner.

Du Mingxin has treated her lukewarmly over the years, she thought that the girl in Beijing would definitely not take her this time, so she lost her competitive heart and shouted to ask her mother to find her a good mother-in-law.

Who knew that when the news came out, none of the four maids in Du Ming's heart house were left behind. The youngest Dongzhi only cared about joy, but Qiulin couldn't think of the girl's thoughts. Could it be that he sees how much color he has, and he wants to take it to his mother-in-law's house?

Her face was slightly red, Cheng'anhou Mansion was an excellent place to go!

Qiu Lin was afraid that people would see his strange appearance, so he opened the curtain of the car a little to breathe. Behind him, Du Mingxin's faint voice came: "Qiulin, close the curtain, if it is cold today, the cold wind is blowing like this, I am afraid that it will be cold." ”

Qiulin hurriedly agreed and quickly lowered the curtain.

Du Ming looked at her coldly, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. Walking on the road to Beijing again, she had a little more anxiety and expectation to get close to the truth. In the previous life, I was mentally calculated or unintentional, and in this life, I always have to keep my eyes open, such as being careful not to get the wind and cold, and then give people the opportunity to give medicine.

Aunt Liu sat in the carriage with a sick face, but she was still busy smashing walnuts for the second master with a small hammer with a silver handle.

The second master was half-leaning on the soft pillow at this time, absentmindedly holding the walnut kernels peeled by Aunt Liu and sending them to his mouth. Although Du Mingxin has been following Mr. Jiang for nearly four years, today is the first time that the second master has seen this legendary female gentleman.

Mr. Jiang looks to be in his thirties, and the second master gave her a comment of "peerless" at first sight, and he was very disapproving of the "half-aged" that Aunt Liu secretly muttered.

Such a woman with a noble temperament has more flavor the older she gets, just like fine wine, the longer she ages, the more mellow it becomes.

If you can marry such a house, then it is very long-faced to communicate with officials and relatives in the capital, right? The second master closed his eyes, hummed a little song proudly, and his fingers beat on the small table.

Suddenly, the second master was entangled in another question. Mr. Jiang is so old, I'm afraid it will be difficult to give birth to a son, right?

Although Aunt Liu is not in good spirits, she has been serving the second master for so many years, and she is still very clear about his abnormal behavior.

She cheered up and said with a smile: "Master, what's the matter?" When the song is good, why did it stop? ”

The second old man glanced at her, and his heart was relieved. What does it matter if you can't give birth to a son? If the concubine is born in the room, it will be the same when she is carried to the main house in the future.

The group stopped and stopped, and finally arrived at the place where Du Ming's soul returned in his last life, Shunde Mansion, half a month later.

Looking at the palatial inn in front of him, Du Ming muttered a little in his heart. Obviously, he lived in a simple post house in his last life, could it be that his father quietly made a windfall in this life?

“…… Knowing that you are so quiet, I specially found an inn with a small courtyard. Don't worry, all the expenses are on me, you just have to live in peace......" The second old man greeted Mr. Jiang diligently.

"What's so embarrassing?" Mr. Jiang said with a smile, "You can't ask Master Du to break the bank." Mei Rui," she turned around and was about to call the maid to come over and pay, but the second master pulled her sleeve.

"Mr. has raised Sister Xin'er for four years, and he doesn't want any restraints, but he also bought her some clothes and jewelry, and I have the right to thank Mr. for Sister Xin'er."

Du Mingyan helped the sick Aunt Liu, and said impatiently on the side: "Father, my aunt is sick like this, why don't you hurry up and ask the kid to find a doctor to take a look, what are you doing with some irrelevant people at the door?" ”

"Dead girl, what nonsense is her mouth!" The second old man's face changed, and he glared at Du Mingyan, "Hurry up and come over and compensate Mr." ”

Aunt Liu looked at the second master's appearance, and the crooked demeanor when she talked to Mr. Jiang, what else did she not understand? She didn't want her daughter to lose face in front of everyone, and she didn't want Xianggong to dislike her daughter, so she had to drag her sick body to give Mr. Jiang a salute, and said with a reluctant smile: "Sir, don't blame." The eldest lady is worried about my illness, and her words are out of proportion, and I hope that Mr. will forgive me. ”

Mr. Jiang smiled at the corner of his lips, quietly dusted off the sleeve that had been pulled by the second master, and said with a smile: "It's okay." ”

After dinner in the evening, Du Mingxin returned to the house, very hesitant. At this time in his previous life, Qiu Lin was about to come in with a medicine bowl. And in this life, she is not sick, but Aunt Liu is sick, what kind of excuse does the poisoner use to make a move?

After waiting for the candle to burn half an inch, there was still no movement outside the house. Du Ming's heart changed from apprehension to anxiety, and then to impatience, she stood up and decided to go to Mr. Jiang's place to sit and meditate.

As soon as she arrived at the gate of the small courtyard, Du Mingxin saw Aunt Liu's personal maid hurriedly walking inside, so she opened her mouth and stopped: "Xiaocui, what are you doing at Mr.'s?" ”

When Xiaocui heard Du Mingxin's voice, she hurriedly stopped and said curtly: "The doctor who just treated my aunt just left, and my aunt asked the doctor to prescribe anti-wind and cold medicine, so that people grabbed the medicine and boiled it, and asked me to come over and ask the master to go back and drink." ”

There was too much content in this passage, and Du Ming calmed down before he asked, "What's the matter?" Why is the lord here with Mr.? ”

Xiao Cui stood with an embarrassed face, complaining in her heart about why the second master was so thick-skinned, and her daughter's husband and accompanying guests did not let go!

She snorted and said, "Eat and eat, the master said, saying that it is very boring...... I heard that Mr. Jiang's chess skills were excellent, so the master said that he would come and learn from him......"

Du Mingxin's face flushed, half angry and half ashamed.

"Then you go quickly, and quickly call the master to go back and drink the medicine."

No, drink medicine?

Du Mingxin recalled Xiao Cui's words while hurriedly returning to his room. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a bowl of steaming soup on the coffee table.

"What is this?" Du Ming's heart pressed his heartbeat like a drum, and asked pretending to be calm.

Qiu Lin, who was standing on the side, replied: "It was the prescription prescribed by the doctor at Aunt Liu's place, saying that it can prevent wind and cold, and it is the most suitable for people who are traveling in winter, so I also sent a bowl to the girl over there." ”

Du Ming looked at Qiu Lin expressionlessly, unwilling to let go of her slightest movement.

The sweat on Qiulin's forehead slowly came out.