"Have you ever spoken to Mr. Luo Dalang?" Qin Wanwan frowned and thought carefully for a long time before saying, "No. But I have spoken to his sisters a few times. The ladies of the Luo family...are timid and timid. I don't like people who are soft-spoken and have to pay full attention to hear what they are saying."
The world before her was wanton and happy, and there was no room for people like the Luo family's wife.
Liao Haohai suddenly felt shuddering.
Even he didn't notice that Qin Wanwan liked Yao Huangshan, and Song Mingjie didn't buy it. Although Luo Dalangjun had no money, he asked Mrs. Ding to spend a lot of money to buy Yao Huangshan and give it to him.
Mr. Luo Dalang... is the hidden character.
"What happened?" Qin Wanwan asked Liao Haohai, "Where did you get this Yaohuang fan? Who bought it in the first place?"
Qin Wanwan was playing with Yao Huang's fan and suddenly noticed something was different about the handle.
"This place seems to have been dismantled..." She rubbed the area with her fingers, and accidentally used some force. The handle of the fan was so fragile that it broke into two pieces.
She was in a hurry and smiled apologetically at Liao Haohai: "Liao Langjun, this...hey, there is a piece of paper here."
Qin Wanwan looked at the note in the handle of the fan and was a little stunned. Is this what Liao Langjun wrote for her? Maybe he was too embarrassed to say it face to face, so he wrote it on a note and hid it in the handle of the fan?
Liao Haohai raised his eyebrows, took out the paper and unfolded it.
"I am willing to do everything for my husband. I only hope that my husband will keep his promise and marry me as his wife."
Although the handwriting is neat, it reveals a hint of cowardice and pleading.
If this is Mrs. Ding's handwriting... then the death of Mrs. Ding is inseparable from Mr. Luo Dalang!
Liao Haohai took the Yao Huang fan from Qin Wanwan and strode outside: "Wanwan, rest early, don't hurt your eyes."
He wants to take this Yao Huang fan and interrogate the Ding family. The Ding family is poor, so Mrs. Ding must have gotten a lot of money from her parents when she bought this Yao Huang fan.
Liao Haohai's figure quickly disappeared. Qin Wanwan looked at him blankly, suddenly feeling like a canary in a cage, waiting for its owner to come back and favor her. Her life was not as happy as Qin Xiangxiang's.
In the Qin family restaurant, Mrs. Wang was so anxious that she stamped her feet.
"Let me tell you, if the eldest lady is so seriously injured, she will definitely have a high fever!"
Hong Xiu calmly twisted the warm handkerchief, wrung it out and wiped the lady's forehead.
Before the first watch, the eldest lady developed a high fever.
She made the decision and invited a medical worker. The medical worker checked the pulse and prescribed medicine, but said: "I'm afraid this high fever will be difficult to subside."
The eldest lady was so burned that she was confused. She called her, but she didn't respond at all.
Everyone in the foot shop noticed that the eldest lady was seriously injured and was already unconscious. Mrs. Fan murmured Buddhist scriptures, hoping that the compassionate Bodhisattva would bless the lady to recover soon.
Uncle Hai blamed himself very much: "When the lady got off the sedan chair, I felt that the two bearers were very suspicious! At that time, I thought I was holding them and not letting them go!"
Everyone was distraught.
The foot shop closed very early, and no one cared whether they would continue to sell breakfast tomorrow.
Qin Xiangxiang thought that the sky was theirs, and the sky suddenly fell. Can Qin's restaurant still be open?
There was a knock on the courtyard door for a while before Uncle Hai heard the sound.
"The foot shop is closed, who will come here now?" Uncle Hai and Uncle Ma took sticks vigilantly and looked at people through the cracks in the door.
There were two young men in green clothes standing outside, carrying big food boxes, saying with a smile: "We are from Fan Lou, and Chen Xiaodong's family asked us to bring some food to Mrs. Qin to try."
Fan Lou brings food to the foot shop? There must be fraud, so we can't open the door!
Uncle Hai and Uncle Ma are not that easy to fool.
The two boys in green clothes waited for a long time without making any sound, so they had no choice but to turn around and leave with their food boxes.
After a while, the door was knocked again, and this time Uncle Hai saw Nangong Wenyue through the crack in the door.
Wenyue Langjun came in person? Uncle Hai looked through the crack in the door again and again. Nangong Wenyue was a little impatient outside: "Open the door."
Nangong Wenyue, who had entered the door, had a cold temperament. He put his hands in his wide sleeves and closed his eyelids lightly: "Where is your lady?"
Wenyue Langjun wants to break into the eldest lady's boudoir? Isn't this bad?
Hong Xiu walked out of the room: "Wen Yue Langjun, the eldest lady is here."
She didn't know what the relationship was between the eldest lady and Nangong Wenyue, but at this time she felt that it was better to let Nangong Wenyue take a look at the eldest lady.
Nangong Wenyue was still wearing a black cloak, with a cold and cold appearance, and stepped into the narrow and low side room with long legs.
On the narrow bamboo bed, Qin Xiangxiang lay unconscious.
He was finally willing to raise his eyelids that had been closed, and said in disgust: "You are really stupid, to make yourself look like this."
Mrs. Wang looked at him in surprise and was about to speak when she saw Nangong Wenyue glance at her: "Please give way."
Mrs. Wang immediately dodged aside with agility.
Nangong Wenyue sat down on the couch in front of the bed, took Qin Xiangxiang's hand without mercy, and checked for his pulse.
Can Mr. Yueyue still diagnose his pulse?
The thought came to Hong Xiu's mind. Nangong Wenyue had already finished diagnosing the pulse. He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve pocket and wiped his hands slowly: "You can't die."
These three words seemed like comfort, but they seemed not.
Nangong Wenyue walked out, but Mrs. Wang didn't dare to say anything.
Hongxiu chased him out, but Nangong Wenyue stopped and took out a small wooden box from his sleeve pocket: "If you are really about to die, just feed him one. Don't feed him randomly, this medicine is precious."
His slender fingers held the wooden box. Before Hongxiu could react, the wooden box was already in her arms.
Nangong Wenyue left as coldly as when she came.
Uncle Hai watched Nangong Wenyue's figure disappear into the night, and suddenly turned to ask Uncle Ma: "Brother Ma Xian, how old do you think Mr. Wenyue is?"
Uncle Ma squinted: "Looking at his appearance, he must be in his early twenties."
Uncle Hai shook his head: "But Brother Yu seems to have seen him many years ago. Mr. Wenyue Lang seemed to have the same appearance at that time."
"Maybe you saw it wrong." Uncle Ma disagreed.
Uncle Hai was unconvinced and tried hard to think, but still couldn't remember.
Nangong Wenyue had been gone for a long time, but Mrs. Wang still hadn't come back to her senses. She rolled her eyes in surprise, and waited for a while before asking Hong Xiu: "You said, Mr. Wenyue Lang is treating the eldest lady..."
Hong Xiu continued to twist the handkerchief and wipe Qin Xiangxiang's forehead: "Mother Wang, don't talk nonsense."
Mrs. Wang just asked in a meaningful way, and she was thinking: "But if Mr. Wenyue Lang is interested in the eldest lady, it would be a good thing. Nangong is from an aristocratic family... It's just that Mr. Wenyue Lang is older than me. The eldest lady is just much bigger..."
Hong Xiu was attracted by her words: "Is Yue Langjun very old?"
Mrs. Wang smiled proudly: "Don't worry about it. I used to go out to banquets with my wife, and it was not for nothing. Let me ask Yue Langjun, he is probably a little younger than me."
The master is already over forty years old. Is Mr. Wenyue Lang younger than the master?
Hong Xiu thought in shock, at Wenyue Langjun's age, wouldn't he be able to be the eldest lady's father?
