Lu Ling stepped in and looked at Liu Qingyun: "What's wrong with mother?"
Liu Qingyun raised her head, glanced at Lu Ling, and replied, "I don't know what happened. I just had a headache when I woke up from a nap. Doctor Chu came to see her, but he didn't see anything interesting."
"Really?" Lu Ling squinted at Mrs. Song's face.
Her complexion is so rosy, how could she look sick?
Mrs. Song snorted coldly and cursed: "Doctor Chu is a quack. He can't see anything. Why are we, the Song family, raising him? Send him out as soon as possible!"
Liu Qingyun quickly comforted her: "Auntie, don't be angry, the angrier you are, the more your head will hurt!"
Mrs. Song then stopped cursing, put her hand on her forehead and screamed.
Lu Ling asked the maid next to him: "Have you prescribed any medicine?"
Liu Qingyun said quickly: "The medicine is cooking."
Lu Ling nodded and said, "Let me help mother massage her." He walked to Mrs. Song's side.
Mrs. Song jumped up and said unceremoniously: "Your body is as cold as ice. Who dares to touch you? Maybe if you touch me, my headache will get worse! Get out of here!"
Hearing this, Lu Ling shrugged, pursed his lips and said, "Then I'll bring you the medicine."
After Mrs. Song drank the medicine, Liu Qingyun asked again: "Aunt, are you feeling better?"
"What kind of bullshit medicine is this!"
Mrs. Song pushed the medicine bowl towards Lu Ling's chest, "It's useless after drinking it for a long time!"
Lu Ling glanced at the medicine stains on his chest and said calmly: "Since mother thinks that neither this medicine nor Dr. Chu is useful, my daughter-in-law will find another doctor for you."
"stop!"
Mrs. Song quickly stopped Lu Ling.
"I can feel it. This is not a physical illness, but a mental illness!"
"Huh?" Lu Ling couldn't help but frown.
Liu Qingyun quickly asked: "Aunt, what is a heart disease?"
Mrs. Song rubbed her eyebrows and said, "It's just that it's stuck with unclean yin energy, evil energy, or ghosts!"
Lu Ling heard it and guessed it immediately.
That Taoist priest must be the one they brought to deal with them.
But there has to be a reason.
So Mrs. Song pretended to be sick...
Sure enough, the next second I heard Mrs. Song say: "I suspect something unclean has entered our house. That unclean thing hit me and I got a headache!"
As he spoke, he started wailing again.
Liu Qingyun said in horror: "Really, aunt? Then... what should we do?"
Mrs. Song glanced at Lu Ling, and the "pain" became even more painful.
"Auntie, didn't we just invite Taoist Zhang to our house?" Liu Qingyun seemed to have remembered this person, "I'll go get him right now."
"Go, go, go!" Mrs. Song looked like she couldn't bear the pain. "If it's any later, my brain will explode with pain!"
Liu Qingyun quickly asked the little maid to call someone.
Lu Ling showed a smile that didn't reach his eyes and said, "Mom, my father was angry with you this morning because of what happened to Taoist Zhang."
"Hmph, he himself is very sick, so he still cares about who I invite to see a doctor?"
Oh, yes, Mr. Song is still ill, and he is seriously ill.
Lu Ling stood up and said, "Mom, it's time for me to serve my father."
With that said, he turned and left the house.
Mrs. Song sneered on the couch and said to herself: "You are afraid that Daoist Zhang will find out your tricks, so you are busy hiding, right? Humph, let's see if you can hide?"
Lu Ling went to serve Mr. Song and drank the medicine, then returned to Mrs. Song's yard.
At that time, Taoist Zhang was already in the yard.
In addition to the mahogany sword, he also had a few yellow ghost painting talismans in his hand. He was jumping on a big rope and making some weird movements.
Liu Qingyun held Mrs. Song's hand and stood at the door of the house nervously watching Daozhang Zhang's behavior.
Zhang Daozhang took a mahogany sword, pierced the yellow talisman, sprayed realgar wine on it, and so on. Finally, he walked to Mrs. Song, gestured, and muttered words. After a long time, he stopped, bowed and cupped his fists. : "Madam, Pindao has temporarily expelled the evil spirit from your body. May I ask, madam, if it feels better?"
Mrs. Song touched her head, immediately smiled and said happily: "Hey, it really doesn't hurt so much! Thanks to Daozhang Zhang, Daozhang Zhang is really powerful!"
Zhang Daochang touched his beard and said proudly: "Madam invites Pindao to come to the house, Pindao will naturally help Madam solve the problem."
Mrs. Song hurriedly said: "Quick, reward Taoist Zhang!"
A maid quickly gave Zhang Daozhang a red seal.
Zhang Daochang answered and turned around to meet Lu Ling's cold eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, with a burning look in his eyes, but he quickly retracted it after a moment.
He bowed to Lu Ling and retreated.
Lu Ling then walked towards Mrs. Song and asked with concern: "Mother really feels better?"
Mrs. Song rolled her eyes at her and said, "Why, you still hope that I will continue to hurt you, and you will be happy only after the pain has passed?"
Lu Ling said calmly: "Mother is worrying too much. Now that mother is feeling better, Ling'er will withdraw."
Mrs. Song no longer made things difficult for her. After seeing Lu Ling leave the yard, she went back to lie down with satisfaction.
Lu Ling thought as he walked, things would not end so easily.
Maybe my mother-in-law will get sick again tomorrow.
If you don't plot against yourself, everything won't end so easily...
While thinking about it, she had returned to Qingfengyuan.
Xiao Rong was still standing where she was, looking angrily at Xiao Hui picking flowers.
Half an hour passed, and she picked a basket of roses, but there were still many flowers on the vines that she had not picked.
Lu Ling looked over and saw Xiaohui shaking her right hand constantly, trying to relieve the pain in her hand.
When Lu Ling saw that it was almost done, he said loudly: "That's enough, come here."
As soon as Xiaohui heard Lu Ling's voice, she immediately turned around and saw Lu Ling talking to her. As if she was being pardoned, she quickly walked towards Lu Ling.
After getting closer, Lu Ling saw that her right hand was full of small red dots, oozing blood, which were caused by rose thorns.
The sharp pain made her want to cry but she didn't dare to cry. She could only lower her head with a look of grievance.
Lu Ling asked coldly: "Why, Xiaorong was stabbed, but you, an adult, didn't feel wronged."
Xiaohui shrunk and didn't dare to reply.
Lu Ling said coldly: "From now on, if you use the big to bully the small, or if you are narrow-minded, it will not be as simple as picking roses. The family methods in the house cannot be just for decoration."
"Others, did you see it? Did you hear it?" Lu Ling asked other servants.
The servants who were busy with their own work saw that Xiao Hui's hand was covered with blood from being stabbed. They were afraid that the trouble would bring disaster to themselves, so they quickly lowered their heads and replied: "I saw it, I heard it!"
From then on, no one dared to bully Xiaorong because she was honest.
Lu Ling returned to the house and asked Xiaorong to go to the accounting room to get the account books of the candle business under her name and start to check them.
As for the other businesses of the Song family, she was too lazy to take care of them.
At this time, she just wants to expand her candle business, make more money, and earn more capital for herself.
Previously, Lu Ling had used his own dowry to fill the gap in the Lu family's business and buy a house.
Now there is not much left in my dowry. If I don't make some money back through the candle business, I am afraid that the dowry will be spent soon.
