Chapter 28
Father Lin knew that his eldest son and his husband must have important business coming home this time, so he took them to the study. Lin Qingyu waved away the servant who was serving tea, took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and handed it to Lin's father: "Father, do you recognize this fragrance?"
Father Lin opened the bottle, took a quick sniff, and said, "This fragrance is solemn and heavy, strong and lingering, and is about 80% similar to the 'Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix' that is unique to Fengyi Palace."
Lin's father was the director of the Imperial Medical Bureau. Although his position was not high, he was a close minister to the emperor, and he personally looked after the health of the emperor and the empress. Every three days, he would go to Fengyi Palace to check the Queen's pulse, so he was quite familiar with the taste of Fengqiuhuang.
Lin Qingyu smiled helplessly: "It's only 80% similar."
Lu Wancheng said, "So you've been busy recreating the incense used by the queen... But you've only been in Fengyi Palace for a short time, and it's pretty good that you can recreate it to about 80% of the original."
Lin Qingyu shook his head: "Not enough." Spices and medicinal herbs have a lot in common, he should be able to do better.
"You set too high standards for yourself. You can lower them a little bit." Lu Wancheng advised him, "If you set your standards for yourself to just get by, then what's the difference between you and being carefree?"
Lin Qingyu glanced away coldly: "Why do you have to chat with me at this time?"
Lu Wancheng smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I was wrong. Don't glare at me in front of my father-in-law. It will make me look like I have no status in the family."
Father Lin watched the two of them interacting with each other and finally understood why Lu Wancheng was still alive today. The prescription he gave to Lin Qingyu that day finally worked.
Lin Qingyu didn't want to care about someone anymore, so he said, "Father, can you help me get samples of the incense commonly used in Fengyi Palace, Changle Palace, and the East Palace?"
Lin's father had been the director of the Imperial Medical Bureau for a long time and had certain connections in both the Imperial Medical Bureau and the Imperial Medical Bureau. He attached great importance to the cultivation of talents, and every young physician who had just arrived at the Imperial Medical Bureau had received his guidance and instruction. Among them was a newcomer who came from a poor family but had a good character and was particularly hardworking and studious. He took him in as his disciple and taught him everything he knew.
The inexperienced imperial physicians could only treat the eunuchs and maids in the palace. This disciple of his has good medical skills and a good temper, and is very popular among the eunuchs and palace maids. Perhaps he can get what Lin Qingyu wants from the palace maids in the third palace.
"Maybe you can give it a try." Father Lin said, "But what do you want these things for?"
Father Lin has worked diligently all his life. If he knew that his eldest son and son-in-law were plotting to murder the crown prince, he would probably not be able to accept it. Lin Qingyu didn't want to involve his family, so he just said, "I have my own uses, so don't ask, father."
Father Lin looked worried: "Qingyu, no matter what you want to do, the affairs of the palace are not something we can get involved in."
Lin Qingyu smiled and said, "Don't worry, father. I know my limits."
His intention was simple: to take Xiao Cheng's life.
Father Lin nodded and turned to Lu Wancheng: "It's rare for the young marquis to come here, can you let me take his pulse?"
Lu Wancheng stretched out his wrist: "Thank you, father-in-law."
Father Lin never showed his joy or sorrow when taking a patient's pulse. While Lin Qingyu was waiting patiently, he felt a little nervous for no reason.
In fact, he knew very well that Lu Wancheng's health had reached this point. No matter how superb his father's medical skills were, it was only a matter of more or less time.
There was no need for him to be nervous, whatever the result was, it was within his expectations.
Lin Qingyu forced himself to calm down, and when his father stopped, he calmly asked, "Father, how is it?"
Father Lin looked at Lin Qingyu meaningfully: "Did you change the recipe I gave you?"
"Yes. I replaced the more toxic tiger and wolf medicine with relatively mild kudzu root and Panax notoginseng. The impact should not be that big."
"Pueraria root and Panax notoginseng are good medicines, but if they are mixed with the rest of the herbs, I'm afraid..." Father Lin paused and didn't say anything else to save face.
Lu Wancheng cast a resentful look at Lin Qingyu.
Even his father-in-law knows about his shortcomings. This is quite embarrassing.
Fortunately, Father Lin did not dwell on this matter too much: "The situation is different now. The young marquis is in a bad condition now. Mild prescriptions cannot make up for the deficiency of his illness. If you want to delay it longer, you have to use strong medicine."
Lu Wancheng asked: "What will happen if I take strong medicine?"
Father Lin and Lin Qingyu looked at each other, and no one spoke.
Lu Wancheng understood and said with a smile: "Then don't do it. I'm afraid of pain."
There was a knock on the door, and Lin Qinghe's crisp voice came from outside the door: "Dad, brother, brother Wancheng, mother said it's time for dinner."
Lin Qingyu opened the door and said, "Qinghe, push Brother Wancheng to the front hall first."
Lu Wancheng deliberately asked Lin Qinghe: "Can Qinghe push me?"
Lin Qinghe nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I am very strong."
After the two left, Lin Qingyu asked: "Father, is there really no other way?"
Father Lin sighed and said, "Let Nan'an Marquis's Mansion prepare for the funeral as soon as possible, no more than two months."
Two months, is it enough time for them to take Xiao Cheng's life?
Lin Qingyu closed his eyes and said to himself, "I know."
Lu Wancheng and the Lin family of four gathered together for dinner. Out of consideration for the patient, Lin's mother asked the chef to prepare many light and easy-to-swallow dishes. Father Lin will leave for Yongliang tomorrow, and this meal is also a farewell to him.
Lu Wancheng seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his face and his chopsticks moving frequently. He put just a little bit at a time onto the plate, and before long, the plate was half full.
Lin Qingyu knew that Lu Wancheng could hardly eat anything except porridge. He did this simply because he didn't want to spoil their fun.
But this is obviously the most disappointing thing. Otherwise, why would he have no appetite at all when faced with a bunch of his favorite dishes?
During the meal, Father Lin talked about his disciple in the Imperial Hospital: "I have asked a servant to go to his house and tell him to come to the mansion tomorrow. If you have any instructions, just tell him."
Lin Qingyu nodded and said, "Okay."
"Qingyu." Lin's mother called softly, motioning him to go see Lu Wancheng.
I saw Lu Wancheng sitting in a wheelchair, his head slightly tilted to one side, his eyes closed, his expression calm, and in his hand... holding silver chopsticks.
The Lin family members looked at each other and put down their chopsticks at the same time. Lin Qinghe called out cautiously, "Brother Wancheng?"
Lin Qingyu made a motion to stop talking and said softly, "He just fell asleep."
After taking a carriage from Nan'an Marquis' Mansion to Lin Mansion and talking for such a long time, Lu Wancheng finally fell asleep when the whole family was reunited.
Lin Qingyu called Huantong Hualu and said, "Take the young marquis back to his room to rest."
Huan Tong asked: "Master, which room are you talking about?"
Lin Qingyu was stunned.
Mother Lin said: "Qingyu, your room has been cleaned up. Will the young marquis live in the same room with you, or..."
Lin Qingyu hesitated for a moment and said, "Let him stay in the guest room."
There was a reason why he had to sleep on the couch and in the same room with Lu Wancheng in the Marquis' Mansion. Now that they were back home, there was naturally no need for them to sleep together again.
As for the reason why he was willing to sleep in the same room with Lu Wancheng, it was initially to shut Liang up, but later... maybe he got used to it and was too lazy to move out.
This is not a good habit, but it has lasted for nearly a year.
Lin Qingyu asked Huantong and Hualu to look after Lu Wancheng in the guest room, while he himself rested in the bedroom. He had slept in this bedroom ever since he was old enough to understand, until he put on his wedding dress and married into the marquis's mansion.
The room was spotlessly clean, and everything was exactly as he remembered. But he always felt that something was wrong. If he put a screen with a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water between the bed and the couch...
Lin Qingyu stopped himself from thinking any further, blew out the candle, and went to bed alone.
The next morning, Lin's father bid farewell to his wife and children and was escorted to Yongliang by several Gu family soldiers. No one went to wake Lu Wancheng up, but he woke up on his own, even earlier than Lin Qingyu. He greeted Lin's father alone, and then he and the Lin family sent Lin's father to the carriage.
Lin Qingyu asked: "Why did you wake up so early today?"
"I think I went to bed early yesterday." Lu Wancheng said leisurely, "Isn't it better to go to bed early? So that you won't always complain that I sleep too much."
Lin Qingyu paused and said, "I don't mind it now. You can sleep as long as you like."
Lu Wancheng narrowed his eyes, looked at Chenxi, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and said, "There will be plenty of time to sleep in the future, so it doesn't matter if you sleep less now."
Lin Qingyu stood beside the wheelchair, watched the sunrise with him for a while, and said, "Go in."
Lin Qinghe had reached school age early and went to school on weekdays. Thinking that it was rare for Lin Qingyu to come back, Lin's mother gave her youngest son a few days off so that the two brothers could get together. Little did he know that Lin Qinghe's life with his brother was no easier than in school, and he had to memorize books and write.
Looking at the two, big and small, working hard, Lu Wancheng also took a pen and scribbled on the paper out of boredom. After listening to Lin Qinghe reciting, Lin Qingyu looked up at Lu Wancheng, and saw Lu Wancheng yawning, holding a pen horizontally in his hand. After meeting his gaze, he wanted to turn away but stopped, then leisurely took out a hairpin from his clothes and began to spin it skillfully.
Lin Qinghe was curious and pulled Lin Qinghe's sleeve and said, "Brother, I want to learn this."
Lin Qingyu said coldly: "You are not allowed to learn."
Lin Qinghe seemed very disappointed. Lu Wancheng winked at him: "It's okay, I'll teach you secretly later."
Lin Qingyu: “…”
Not long after, Lin's mother sent the nanny to pass on a message, saying that she had prepared a few snacks and asked the three young masters to have some before continuing their studies. Lin Qinghe asked eagerly: "Brother, can I take a rest?"
Lin Qingyu smiled faintly: "Go ahead."
Lin Qinghe happily walked away holding the nanny's hand. Lu Wancheng asked: "Aren't you going to eat?"
Lin Qingyu lowered his head to check what Lin Qinghe had just written and said, "I'm not hungry."
Lu Wancheng looked at him for a while and said, "Qingyu, do I still have to sleep in the guest room tonight?"
Lin Qingyu's heart moved, and he asked, "Did you sleep poorly in the guest room?"
Lu Wancheng said slowly, "Not really." He was about to say something else when he heard Huan Tong reporting from outside, "Master, Imperial Doctor Hu is here."
Doctor Hu, also known as Hu Ji, is exactly the disciple that Lin's father mentioned.
"Please ask him to wait in the front hall." Business was more important. Lin Qingyu was still thinking about the time when Lu Wancheng would take the medicine. "Huantong, push the young marquis back to his room to take the medicine."
Lu Wancheng looked at Lin Qingyu's hurriedly leaving back with a complicated expression. Huan Tong walked up to him and said, "Young Marquis, I'll take you back to your room."
Lu Wancheng was silent for a long time, then he suddenly smiled and whispered, "Huantong, I'm a little depressed, what should I do?"
Huan Tong asked in confusion: "Why is the young marquis so depressed?"
Lu Wancheng thought about it and said uncertainly: "It seems that it is because... I am the only one who is not used to it."
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