Unable to understand the meaning for a moment, she asked Sanqiao to explain: "This sentence comes from Qin Shaoyou's "Treading on the Grass: Chenzhou Inn". Sending plum blossoms by post and sending letters by fish both express receiving greetings from friends."
Then he teased Hua Fushu, "Miss, I'm afraid your uncle is asking after you. Why don't you write back to him quickly to express your longing for him, so that he won't worry."
Being teased by Sanqiao, Hua Fushu's cheeks flushed with red clouds. Although she was happy, she pretended to be unhappy and glared at her. She should reply to Ye Zelin. This was the first time Ye Zelin wrote to her to greet her. If she didn't reply, Ye Zelin would be disappointed.
She put the letter in her arms and asked Sanqiao to grind it. She spread out the paper and picked up the pen, thinking about what to say in reply. But then she saw a roll of paper beside the desk. It looked like a painting. "What is this?"
Lizhi said, "What I found today while cleaning up was a portrait. The young master hid it well, so it must be extremely important."
"Let me see who is in the painting and why my husband treasures it so much." She put down the brush, picked up the scroll and unfolded it.
The painting showed a graceful girl in red clothes and a gold mask. The plum blossom-shaped wooden hairpin in her hair caught Hua Fushu's attention. His hand suddenly shook, and the scroll fell on the table.
Sanqiao glanced at the woman in the painting and was quite surprised. She saw that Hua Fushu's face had turned pale. Just as she was about to speak, Hua Fushu grabbed her hand and told Lizhi, "Lizhi, go to the kitchen and bring some mung bean cakes. I'm a little hungry."
Lizhi suddenly frowned, didn't dare to ask more questions, and stepped back.
Sanqiao helped Hua Fushu sit down and comforted her: "Miss, this is just a coincidence."
Hua Fushu smiled and said, "There are so many hidden weapons in the world. He is not the only one who uses a scimitar. But this painting is too coincidental. Who can guarantee that he has nothing to do with that incident?"
Sanqiao thought for a moment and said, "That year, Master Ye should have been less than a year old. How could he be involved in that incident? Miss, you are overthinking it."
Hua Fushu remained noncommittal and asked, "Even if he has nothing to do with that incident, what about the Ye family?"
Sanqiao was slightly startled. She hadn't thought about Hua Fushu's considerations. One was her husband's family, and the other was her master, who was more important than Mount Tai. Her daughter would probably feel uncomfortable being caught in the middle. She thought about it and said, "The Ye family holds military power and is not short of wealth. Perhaps there is some misunderstanding here."
Hua Fushu said, "Don't let Master know about this in advance, and Senior Brother can't tell either. I have to investigate. If it's really related to the Ye family, this will be the outcome." As she spoke, she picked up a piece of letter and slowly tore it in half, her eyes surprisingly calm.
Sanqiao knew that she was clear about gratitude and resentment, so she looked at the letter and said, "Miss, are you going to write back to him?"
Hua Fushu said calmly, "I won't go back. I'm wondering if I should go to Yuezhou and ask him in person." He handed the scroll to Sanqiao, "You can burn this painting. Out of sight, out of mind."
Sanqiao responded, took the scroll and burned it.
The candlelight flickered as Hua Fushu washed and was about to rest. At this moment, Sanqiao and Dugu Lanxi came in. She saw that it was already late and wondered why Dugu Lanxi had come. She got off the bed and asked, "Sister-in-law, why are you here so late?"
Dugu Lanxi sat down beside the couch, and touched the mat with his hands, feeling the coolness gradually coming over him. "Where did you buy this mat? It's so cool."
Hua Fushu said, "If sister-in-law likes it, I'll ask someone to buy a few for you. But the journey is a bit far, so I'm afraid we'll have to wait for a while."
"No need to bother." Dugu Lanxi glanced at Sanqiao calmly, "I have an important matter, so I came to ask you for advice."
Hua Fushu was quite surprised: "Sister-in-law, do you have anything to ask a junior like me?"
Sanqiao knew that Dugu Lanxi wanted to talk to Hua Fushu about private matters, so she retreated on the grounds of being tired.
After they left, only Dugu Lanxi and Hua Fushu were left in the room. Dugu Lanxi held Hua Fushu's hand and said awkwardly, "Hua'er, this is a private matter. I shouldn't have come to you. You know, I've been married for six years, and there's been no news of pregnancy. I know you learned from the Lord of Lanling and have superb medical skills. Do you have any way to make me pregnant?"
Hua Fushu was slightly startled. "Sister-in-law, how can I let you get pregnant? This has to be done by my brother."
Can she get a woman pregnant?
She can't.
Hua Fushu's face turned slightly red. He was used to being disrespectful to his elders, so he couldn't help feeling embarrassed when talking about women's private affairs.
Dugu Lanxi knew she was mistaking her thoughts and said, "What are you thinking? I mean, do you have a prescription that can help women get pregnant quickly? Although my parents haven't said anything about it, I'm worried inside these years. I've tried many prescriptions, but I just can't get pregnant. I remember Doctor Liu said you're an expert in obstetrics and gynecology. You're better than other doctors in this matter and can always help me."
Hua Fushu finally understood why Ye Shiheng told her not to mention having a baby in front of Dugu Lanxi. It turned out that he was afraid that Dugu Lanxi would be sad.
She said, "Sister-in-law, let me take your pulse first to see how your body is doing."
She took Dugu Lanxi's hand and was about to feel her pulse, but Dugu Lanxi's eyes turned panicky and she quickly pushed her hand away, the panic in her eyes disappearing in an instant.
I only heard her say, "I've always been in good health. It's just that the prescriptions those doctors prescribed weren't good. I've stopped taking the medicine for a year or two. Now that the daughter-in-law of the Hu family is pregnant, I can't help but get worried. Good flower, this is all my wish, sister-in-law, please help me."
Hua Fushu didn't notice anything wrong. Thinking of how Dugu Lanxi had taken care of her in the past, she agreed: "Then I will give my sister-in-law a prescription."
She took out a prescription from a small drawer under the dressing table. This prescription was one that her master had prescribed before. It was called Biyun Decoction, which was composed of Dipsacus asper, Adenophora scabra, Eucommia ulmoides, Angelica sinensis, Cyperus rotundus, Motherwort, Ligusticum chuanxiong, and Tangerine peel. Anyone who took this prescription would be infertile.
When she began to study women's diseases, her master gave her various prescriptions for treating women's diseases for reference and study.
This pregnancy-enhancing soup was so perfect that even she was amazed and could not even begin to compare to it.
After receiving the prescription, Dugu Lanxi thanked him profusely, left Penglai Residence and returned to his own house.
At this time, in Rongli Courtyard, Madam Ouyang and Ye Shiheng had not yet gone to bed. She looked at Ye Shiheng and saw him reading and flipping through the letter that Ye Zelin had sent back from Yuezhou, without getting tired of it. She couldn't help but say, "You've almost torn the letter apart. What did you find out?"
Ye Shiheng sighed softly, "You said your son asked everyone, but why didn't he ask about Hua'er's recent situation? Didn't he think about his wife thinking about him?"
Hearing this, Madam Ouyang couldn't help but laugh: "So, you tore the letter apart just to see if your son had written anything and whether he had a conscience?"
Ye Shiheng had already given up searching for the content he wanted and said, "My son doesn't have the same conscience as me. When I was away at war, I was always thinking about my wife at home. I would send a letter home whenever I had the chance. This kid only writes back once a month. He doesn't even know that my family cares about me."
Madam Ouyang defended her son, saying, "Perhaps Zelin was busy and forgot to reply. How could my son be so unbearable?"
Ye Shiheng was slightly annoyed: "I think this guy did it on purpose."
Mrs. Ouyang didn't want to argue with him about her son's mistakes anymore, so she went to bed.
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