She didn't dare to sleep to death after burning five or six candles. If the candle accidentally leaked, it would be a huge disaster.
The Lu family's candles are all made of beeswax. Not only do they not produce smoke that is harmful to the body, they actually make people feel like they are sleeping with honey on their pillows.
Lu Ling was sleepy and weak. He inhaled the breath released by the burning candle and fell asleep quickly.
Early the next morning.
In Song Wenzhou's room.
Because of the burn, he was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep all night. Now he was sitting in his room feeling depressed.
Yuqing's voice sounded outside the door: "Hey, cousin, you're here! The young master is still resting!"
The master has no clothes on right now!
She said this as a reminder.
Liu Qingyun asked worriedly: "Cousin, isn't he injured? Let me see him."
He said that he was about to walk inside.
Yuqing stopped her and said awkwardly: "Miss Cousin, I'm afraid I can't do it right now..."
Song Wenzhou, who was inside the house, quickly grabbed a piece of cloth to cover the important parts, and then shouted outside: "Come in!"
Liu Qingyun quickly opened the door and entered the house, and Yu Qing followed.
Song Wenzhou said: "Yu Qing, you go out first."
Yu Qing was stunned, looked at Liu Qingyun, and then at her master.
A fair girl wants to be alone with her pantsless cousin?
There was a thump in her heart, and then she gave Liu Qingyun a meaningful look, turned around, and closed the door behind her.
When there was no one in the room, Liu Qingyun stepped in front of Song Wenzhou and lifted the cloth from his knees without waiting to stop him.
"Oh my god! How could it be permed like this?"
Liu Qingyun covered her mouth and looked at Song Wenzhou somewhere in horror.
Song Wenzhou was embarrassed for a while, put his hand in front of his crotch to block it, and whispered: "Don't worry, it's nothing serious and it won't affect the future."
Liu Qingyun picked up the burn medicine next to her and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Cousin, I feel sorry for you!"
Don't just think about that.
"I know." Song Wenzhou said with a dark face.
"This bitch, Lu Ling, is so cruel!"
Liu Qingyun scolded Song Wenzhou while helping him apply the medicine.
Song Wenzhou said: "I don't think she has the guts to do it deliberately. She must have done it accidentally."
"Cousin, you still defend her!"
Liu Qingyun raised an angry little face, her almond-shaped eyes filled with tears.
Somehow, when he saw her expression, Song Wenzhou's heart felt like it had been scratched by a kitten's paws, and it itched unbearably.
Liu Qingyun's nails were painted with light pink Dankou. She put a little of the milky white ointment on the pulp of her middle finger, and then gently applied it to Song Wenzhou's lifeblood.
The light force and the cold ointment allowed Song Wenzhou to recover for another night. Not only did Song Wenzhou feel no pain, but the itching became more and more unbearable.
Liu Qingyun slowly stiffened when she saw the injured teapot spout in front of her, and looked up at Song Wenzhou in shock.
Song Wenzhou: "..."
What to do if you are injured like this?
Song Wenzhou clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to endure it.
Liu Qingyun quickly applied the medicine and took the piece of cloth to cover him.
Then he sat next to him.
Lowering her voice, Liu Qingyun asked: "Cousin, what's going on with Lu Ling?"
Song Wenzhou looked unhappy and replied: "She shouldn't be cut off, even the King of Hell won't accept her!"
Liu Qingyun said hurriedly: "Maybe there are not enough candles..."
Song Wenzhou frowned and thought for a while, and a sinister look gradually appeared in his eyes: "We'll see again in a few days. If she doesn't die, then we can only find another way."
Liu Qingyun understood clearly.
No matter what, Lu Ling must die soon!
…
The sun has just broken through the clouds and poked its head out, spreading warm sunshine in the Qingfeng Courtyard.
Haitang, who had been watching all night, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Lu Ling emerging from the quilt.
She quickly went to the bedside to help Lu Ling.
Before his hand touched Lu Ling's body, a stream of cold air came out of the quilt.
"Ah, why is it still so cold after sleeping all night? I'll ask Dr. Chu to come and take a look again."
"Don't worry."
Lu Ling looked relaxed, and his face was not as pale as yesterday.
She smiled faintly, took Haitang's hand and patted it gently, "I will always be so cold from now on, so you don't have to make a fuss."
Haitang didn't understand and frowned: "Why?"
Lu Ling stretched.
"No need to ask any more questions."
She sniffed hard and smelled the thick scent of beeswax that filled the room.
I turned around and looked at the five or six candles I had lit last night. They were all burned out. The wax oil had filled the candlesticks, leaving only the wicks lying on the wax oil.
Hey, why doesn’t the smell of this candle feel right?
I was so weak last night that I didn't notice anything.
She has been a ghost for three years and survives by sniffing the scent of candles every day. She has long been very familiar with the scent of normal candles.
Now I suddenly smelled a different smell, and my heart suddenly started beating.
"Haitang, bring the candle over and let me take a look."
Hearing this, Haitang went to the warehouse to get a new candle and handed it to Lu Ling.
Lu Ling put it in front of his nose and sniffed it carefully. The more he sniffed, the tighter his beautiful eyebrows became.
Haitang asked in confusion: "Miss, is there something wrong with this candle?"
Lu Ling raised his eyes and looked at her: "This candle smells like medicine. Was it sent by the young master?"
Haitang nodded: "Yes, my uncle knew that the young lady was worried too much and couldn't sleep well, so he specially ordered someone to add some sleeping powder to the beeswax."
"Only the candles in my room are filled with medicinal powder, right?" Lu Ling squinted his eyes, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
"Of course!" Haitang smiled proudly, "My uncle only cares about the young lady!"
When Lu Ling heard this, he sneered in his heart.
It's really caring.
No wonder the original patient's condition deteriorated so quickly in the past year.
It turned out that her good husband pushed her hard and hastened her death!
"Humph! It's really nothing!" Lu Ling threw the candle in his hand angrily.
Hearing a snapping sound, Haitang looked over in shock, only to see that the originally intact two-inch-high candle had been broken into three pieces, with only a white thread remaining in the middle.
"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Haitang hurried forward to pick up the candle.
"Throw it out! Throw everything in the warehouse away!"
"Why...why?" Haitang froze on the spot, "There are still fifty candles in the warehouse, but they are worth more than ten taels of silver!"
Seeing Haitang's reluctance, Lu Ling gritted his teeth and said, "If I light candles like this again, I'm afraid I won't survive next year."
When Haitang heard this, her hands shook in fright, and the broken candle in her hand fell to the ground again.
She's not stupid.
What my young lady means is that there is something wrong with the candle, and the candle is only used by the young lady, so it is my uncle who wants to harm the young lady? !
But why?
Isn’t my uncle always very kind to his young lady?
Haitang couldn't understand, but still followed Lu Ling's instructions, took out all the candles from the warehouse, dug a hole in the yard, and buried them.
In the next few days, Qingfengyuan ran out of candles, so Lu Ling asked Haitang to go to the front yard to ask Mrs. Song for one, and asked not to use the kind mixed with medicinal materials.
When Song Wenzhou learned about this, he had many calculations in his mind.
This morning, Lu Ling had just finished breakfast and was sitting in the room thinking about something.
There was a sound of footsteps outside the door.
Looking around, it turned out to be Mrs. Song, followed by Liu Qingyun.
