He favored his concubine and I cut off my wealth. Everyone in the mansion was in a panic.

Meng Guanlan suddenly came back to his senses and responded directly: "Go and send a message to Lu Yan. You must treat me to a nice meal tonight. As for the location... it is Linjiang Tower."

Although he had just been scolded by Mr. Meng, Meng Guanlan still wanted to say: The food in Linjiang Tower is really better than that in their restaurant.

The confidant behind him: "..."

Good guy, you don’t have a long memory at all.

…

At noon, Fuyun Pavilion.

Mu Ziqian sat in front of the Eight Immortals table, looking forward to what food would be brought from the dining room today.

This morning he only ate half a bowl of golden millet porridge and three steamed buns. He went to Shen Qing's place again in the morning and was already hungry.

However, what I waited for was only a bowl of white rice and a very small amount of meat and vegetables.

Mu Ziqian couldn't control his temper immediately, "What's going on? Why do you only give Fu'er this little food?"

The little maid in charge of delivering the meal was so frightened that she quickly explained: "Master, please calm down, it was the young lady who sent someone to tell you that Aunt Lin has a small appetite and it would be a waste to give too much, so she reduced it on the original basis." some."

At the same time, the maid complained crazily in her heart: Don't think she doesn't know why Mu Ziqian lost his temper and why he stood up for Lin Xuefu. She was clearly standing up for herself!

Don’t they know how much Lin Xuefu eats in their dining room? Not to mention what she had before, let’s just say that now she can even leave half of it!

But with Mu Ziqian's words, it is indeed not enough.

Seeing Mu Ziqian's anger welling up but unable to vent it, Lin Xuefu calmed down for him. At the same time, she looked at the restless little maid from the corner of her eye and said in a warm voice: "You go down first."

The little maid, as if she had received an amnesty, hurriedly picked up the food box and walked away quickly.

When only Lin Xuefu and himself were left in the room, Mu Ziqian cursed angrily: "This Shen Qing is getting more and more vicious. It's not enough to cut off my expenses and food, and now he even wants to kill me." It’s on your head, damn it!”

Lin Xuefu couldn't help but feel tired, and wanted to curse, "It's not like you didn't care about life and death and insisted on provoking Shen Qing and implicating me," but the words came to her lips and turned into "Cousin, don't be angry, be careful that your anger will damage your body."

Today is already the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, and the young madam doesn't have much time. Why should you be angry with her? "

According to Yilin Xuefu, everything is ready now, except for Shen Qing's poison. They just need to wait quietly for Shen Qing's body to be hollowed out by the poison step by step, and then they can win without any injuries, but Mu Ziqian insists on it. She went to show her presence in front of Shen Qing, but she also had half of her meal deducted.

Isn’t this a pure brain disease?

Hearing Lin Xuefu mention the 'lost soul' poison in Shen Qing's body, Mu Ziqian's mood immediately improved a lot. However, when thinking of Shen Qing's condition today, Mu Ziqian was a little confused, "Logically speaking, Shen Qing It’s been two days since Qin was poisoned, so her symptoms should have gotten worse, but when I saw her today, I didn’t see how uncomfortable she was. Could it be that she wasn’t infected?”

Lin Xuefu was afraid that Mu Ziqian would go to Tinglan Court again to cause trouble, so she quickly said to dispel his doubts, "Although the 'lost soul' poison has been formed, it is still in the hiding period. It is normal to have no major symptoms. After a few days, After the day, everything will be revealed.”

After finishing his words, he added: "If something unexpected happens, the worst we can do is to do it again. After all, it's only a hundred taels of silver, and we can still afford it."

Mu Ziqian vaguely sensed something was wrong, "How did Fu'er know that the medicine was worth one hundred taels of silver?"

Mu Ziqian remembered that he had never said this to Lin Xuefu.

Lin Xuefu's expression paused, but she calmed herself down without changing her expression, "Of course my aunt told me, I have never even been out of the house, how could I know this."

Mu Ziqian didn't have the slightest doubt, "That's right. That's all. Let's not mention Shen Qing. Let's eat first."

Half of the food on the table was divided and sent to Lin Xuefu. Mu Ziqian started eating with the half bowl of rice in his hand.

Lin Xuefu's eyes swept over the pitiful half-bowl of rice in front of her, and she couldn't help but feel a little headache. One was the legitimate son of a marquis, and the other was his concubine, but they were reduced to sharing a bowl of white rice equally... How could they live like this? Has it become like this?

At this moment, Mu Ziqian picked up a piece of chicken and placed it in front of Lin Xuefu. The faint smell of meat made Lin Xuefu's stomach churn.

"Well..."

Lin Xuefu covered her mouth and ran out quickly. Mu Ziqian was stunned for a while before he put down the bowls and chopsticks and called for someone to come in and carry him out.

Lin Xuefu was retching under the shade of a tree, her palm-sized face turned pale.

It wasn't until the nauseating feeling gradually subsided that Lin Xuefu began to think quickly: She hadn't eaten anything else in the past few days, and she hadn't gone out in the sun, so it wasn't a bad stomachache or heat stroke. Suddenly, a bright light flashed through Lin Xuefu's mind. Could it be that...she has it again?

"Fu'er, how are you?"

Mu Ziqian's anxious voice sounded beside her. Lin Xuefu hid the joy in her eyes before standing up and facing him, "It doesn't matter. It's probably a heat stroke due to the hot weather these days. It will be better if it takes time."

Lin Xuefu did not dare to share her speculation with Mu Ziqian. The experience of her last miscarriage was deeply imprinted in her mind. Lin Xuefu knew that she must not make it public this time. After all, there were eyes secretly watching her belly. .

But it won’t work if it keeps dragging on like this without clear results...

After thinking for a moment, Lin Xuefu quickly made a decision. She must find an opportunity to go out of her house for a pulse diagnosis!

…

On the tenth day of May, news of Shen Qing's illness spread in the Yanglinghou Mansion.

Headache, nausea, fatigue... these are all obvious symptoms of heatstroke, but after taking the medicine prescribed by the court doctor, it still didn't get better, not only that, but it was also showing a trend of getting worse.

The court doctor was anxious, but Shen Qing's pulse was indeed normal.

At this time, the four people who knew why Shen Qing became like this laughed out loud.

Hongyan Hall.

Mu Ziqian closed the door and dragged Qingzhu to toss for several times before calming down.

Originally, Mu Ziqian wanted to find Lin Xuefu, but Lin Xuefu's condition was not good these days. She would feel nauseous every three or five days. Mu Ziqian was a little worried and wanted to call the court doctor to take her pulse, but Lin Xuefu said that it was just heatstroke and she would be fine after a few days of rest, so Mu Ziqian didn't ask any more questions.

Fuyun Pavilion.

Lin Xuefu leaned against the head of the bed. Although her stomach was churning from time to time, which made her uncomfortable, she was still happy to hear that Shen Qing's body had begun to respond.

Looking down at her flat belly, Lin Xuefu's eyes instantly became gentle.

Having been pregnant once, Lin Xuefu was very sure that she must be pregnant again. The repeated retching in the past few days was the best proof.

Qi Futang.

The wife of Yanglinghou, who was still feeling a little headache, instantly got better after hearing the news that Shen Qing was sick. She exuded a strong sense of joy.

Calculating the days, the medicine in Yanglinghou's body should also take effect, which can be regarded as a double happiness.

Jingque Pavilion.

Upon learning that Shen Qing had been poisoned, the excited Yanglinghou immediately wanted to pull Aunt Qiao to have sex. Aunt Qiao was a little restrained during the day, but she still agreed.

Yanglinghou pushed Aunt Qiao to the bed, and one by one, men's and women's clothes were thrown out through the gap in the curtains. The bed shook slightly, and one could imagine what kind of intense scene would be inside.

However, after a moment, the slightly shaking bed calmed down directly.

Inside the curtain, Marquis Yangling had a gloomy face. He lowered his head to look at a limp part of himself, his brows tightly furrowed: He seemed to be unable to do it?