It's been ugly three moments.

There were watchmen on the street shouting, "The weather is dry, be careful with the candles", and they passed by outside. Ji Wuwei has closed all the doors. At this moment, there is no one in the lobby, but there are voices in the inner room.

It was warm on the kang by the window.

On one of the kang tables, there were three or two plates of freshly fried side dishes, another plate of crispy peanuts, and another plate of fried soybeans.

The wine jar had been sealed with mud, but it was placed on the ground.

The prajna wine in it has been poured into an ordinary white porcelain jug with a thin neck. At this moment, it is being opened by ghost hands and pouring wine for the opposite Gu Juefei.

"Gudududu."

The wine quickly filled the small glass, and under the light, it was flickering with a floating light.

Gui Shou Zhang looked at Gu Juefei's face, then slapped his thigh and said, "Actually, think about it, what's the matter, you can't blame the old man on me, right?"

Gu Juefei sat with his legs crossed, a little more lazy.

Hearing Gui Shou Zhang's words at this moment, he smiled silently, but did not speak. With his slender fingers, he only hooked the wine glass on his fingers, which seemed to be unable to fall off, trembling.

Gui Shou Zhang saw this posture, only to feel that cold sweat was coming out of his head.

He couldn't resist the temptation of fine wine even though he lived and died. Thinking that he had no responsibility whatsoever, his forehead became hot and he left Gu Juefei to come down to drink.

Mr. Tang also cooked two dishes.

This is good, it is easy to ask God to send God to God.

The ghost hand opened his eyes and fell on the small wine glass that he was hooking. I was really afraid that if he was in a bad mood, he would throw it on the ground. It would cost two cents.

"There is only one recipe for rheumatism and cold legs. Madam General of the National People's Congress, sent me so many medicinal herbs and asked me to save so many people. Do you think I can not give them?"

"Well, that makes sense."

Continue to wash.

I'll see how you wash yourself clean.

With a smile in his eyes, Gu Juefei looked at Gui Shou Zhang with such "appreciation", and slowly drank the glass of wine in his hand.

Guishou Zhang felt the sarcasm he was hiding, and sneered for a while: "I don't deny that I am at fault in this matter. But think about it, if you were me, what would you do?"

Gu Juefei didn't answer.

Gui Shou Zhang started to talk nonsense.

"You go down the mountain, and you are the first to come to Huishengtang to ask for medicine. What is this?"

"This is an earth-shattering 'filial piety'!"

"There is a saying that puts all the evil and **** first, and filial piety first. But there is also a saying that says that all the evils and **** are the first, regardless of the heart;

Hearing this, Gu Juefei raised his eyebrows slightly.

He beat Gui Shou Zhang to his hand, brought the jug over, poured a glass for Gui Shou Zhang first, and then added a glass to himself: "Well said, continue."

"Old man, I just think, eldest son, when you give something to Grand Master Gu, you don't really want to give anything. As long as you give it away, can Master Grand Master not know what you mean?"

"Even if it's the same thing, so what?"

"In the world, anyone who dislikes the things you sent can be, but he is Gu Chengqian, oh no, Mrs. Gu can't!"

Almost slipped again.

Ghost Hand Zhang patted his mouth and secretly warned himself that in front of Gu Juefei, he should show some respect to his father. When I look back, I will feel uncomfortable, and when Gu Juefei is gone, I will scold his father half to death.

He didn't know it at the time anyway.

But on the surface, Guishou Zhang had already laughed, and consciously took the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

The entrance is mellow and clear, with a lotus fragrance.

Absolutely the best of wines.

Prajna wine on Baiyuntan is a rare pot. This kind of wine that has been aged for ten years, not to mention, there is no means, even if you have a thousand gold in your hand, you can't buy it.

So over the years, Guishou Zhang has only been coveted.

After a glass of wine, the blink of an eye was so beautiful that it was bubbling.

When the ghost hand opened his speech, it became smoother and more natural, and his mouth was like a chatterbox, and thousands of words came out in a rush.

"That's why it is said that filial piety is the first, and the heart does not matter."

"The most important thing is your heart. If you don't have filial piety, and you send three or five carts of gold and silver treasures, it is also 'unfilial'. You are as sincere as the eldest son, and the grand master will not be unhappy when he sees it!"

"I am a ghost, that is, I saw this point, and I dare not tell you that the general's wife will also give this."

In the end, it turned out that he was justified.

It was probably because he had been drinking to strengthen his courage, but now he was not guilty, and he stretched out a hand and patted Gu Juefei's shoulder hard.

"You said that we were in the mood for disaster relief together back then."

"Although I haven't met, I've heard of you. Without you, even if the medicine for the plague is tinkered with, but there is no money to buy medicine, it's all for nothing!"

Having said that, Guishou Zhang has already hiccups.

Gu Juefei's face was light, but his eyes were a little more complicated. The wine jug was in his hand, and he filled Guishou Zhang with another glass.

The ghost hand thanked him, and on his wrinkled face, he sighed a little.

"The people of De'an House remember me."

"They felt that I was risking my life to be with the patients who contracted the plague, and only then did they research the formula and save many people."

"But I, Zhang Yuanzhi, know that I can't afford this name."

"Others remember me, but you are what I remember in my heart."

"It was in De'an Mansion that we never met. But you have heard of me, and I have heard of you. If you hadn't transported the medicinal materials, his mother would have died of illness!"

"No matter how powerful I am, I can only save three or five, thirty or fifty people, but you can save three to five thousand, or even three to five million."

The ghost hand opened his two eyes, which had become drunken eyes.

He only took one end of his wine glass, picked it up, and said to Gu Juefei: "In this world, someone who can make me admire Zhang, General Xue, protect the family and protect the country, count as one; you Gu Juefei, the world and the people, count. One. Here, I'll give you a toast—go!"

Gu Juefei heard him talk a lot, and seemed to be sincere, so he raised his glass and really wanted to do it with him. But who would have thought that after brewing for a long time, no ivory came out of his mouth!

He glanced at him, and his half-stretched hand froze.

Piansheng Guishou Zhang is blind at the moment.

Seeing that he raised it halfway, he actually held the wine glass himself, leaned up, touched it abruptly, and made a light "ding".

"drink!"

Then he tilted his neck and drank it all by himself.

Gu Juefei sat opposite him, resting one hand on his knee and holding the wine glass in the other, and did not move for a long time.

After a long time, he shook his head and smiled.

Drink, drink.

To be able to keep pace with the "big hero" Xue Kuang, this is praised to the sky!

What else is there to be unsatisfied with?

There was a strange smile on Gu Juefei's lips, but he still drank this glass of wine in the end: "Anyway, at the end of the day, you just don't admit that you want to trick me, just watch me make a fool of yourself."

"How can we say that the friendship between us in disaster relief is calculated?" Guishou opened his eyes and said with dignity, "If it wasn't for your face, I wouldn't even be bothered to give the prescription! With him, Gu Chengqian, bah!"

Still couldn't hold back.

Gui Shou Zhang rolled his eyes at himself, this is a cheap mouth!

Gu Juefei knew all about the things that the Taishifu asked for medicine back then, and Zhang Leng, the ghost hand, said that "the dangling into the mu" had ruined the lives of the two members of his family, and he refused to treat it.

This reason sounds ridiculous.

But seeing Gui Shou Zhang's sincere disgust, it doesn't seem like he's cheating.

Those are all the grudges of the old confused himself. Before the change, Gu Jue had to plan a few times for this, and it was necessary to rectify it to the point of being disgraced.

But now...

What to do with him?

Gu Juefei turned the jug out, didn't speak, just poured the wine.

As soon as Guishou Zhang drank too much, he began to talk more, but himself, the more he drank, the less he talked, as if all the words that were about to be exported had been drunk into his stomach.

One old and one young, just sit at the two ends.

One was chattering in his mouth, the other was listening, but hardly a word was inserted.

This wine has been drunk since the beginning of the ugly.

When the ghost hand Zhang Mi stared, shook the jug, and could no longer pour a drop of wine from it, it was already the end of the ugly time, and it would be dawn in an hour or two.

"Eldest son, the wine is finished. Eldest son?"

It was only at this time that Guishou Zhang remembered that Gu Juefei had come, and he looked towards the opposite side, but he didn't expect that there was no one there. He was so frightened that he was half awake.

"What about people?"

Rubbing his eyes carefully, Guishou Zhang quickly looked for it.

This time, he was relieved: I didn't know when, Gu Juefei had already fallen asleep leaning on the pillow on the head of the kang.

"Hey, this scared me, I thought I was a ghost!"

The ghost hand Zhang supported a kang table, stood up staggeringly, walked over and pushed Gu Juefei.

Gu Juefei closed his eyes.

Ye Mo was asleep, so there was no expression on his face, and he seemed to have a strange coldness.

His lips were tightly pursed, and it made people feel that he was not Gu Juefei, who could be close to anyone in the daytime.

But Guishou Zhang didn't think too much about it at the moment.

He pushed it, and seeing that Gu Juefei didn't move, he knew that he had drunk too much: "Hey, as soon as I hit you, I knew that you came from Xingfangzhai. You dare to drink with me? You can't get drunk. !"

After such a murmur, Guishou Zhang ignored him and went to the door with the thick curtain.

Coincidentally, Mr. Tang knew that they were drinking, and they were always worried about sleeping at night, so he came over to take a look.

Seeing that Zhang Yuanzhi came out alone, like a somersaulting cloud under his feet, but she didn't see Gu Juefei, she asked strangely, "Where is the eldest son of Gu? Are you gone?"

"What are you going to go?" Zhang Yuanzhi was still sober, and pointed to the back room, "I drank it early, and I guess I won't be able to go back, looking at this posture, you should put a bed and quilt for him. Although the kang is warm, it is not covered. He also caught a cold. When he wakes up early tomorrow, I have to prescribe medicine for him, that would be a waste."

Mr. Tang lifted the curtain and glanced in.

As expected, the person fell asleep while leaning on it, but the person turned inward, so he was probably really drunk.

"Hey, it was Taishi Gu's birthday banquet yesterday, why did it come out at night? Could it be that your prescription was given out, it really made people feel wronged?"

"Pooh!"

Gui Shou Zhang walked to the outside table, poured himself a cold tea, and just drank half of it, when he heard this, he exploded.

"It's enough for you to wrong me on weekdays, and it's enough to help the cold-hearted woman in the general's house to slap me. How can I take the blame for these things that can't be beaten together?"

Tom looked at him.

Gui Shou Zhang was angry: "His father is retribution! Why didn't he see his hands soft when he was picking people's hamstrings? The old cold legs with rheumatism are a fart! He's gone! It's been said that things like filial piety are irrelevant. How could father and son really care about such things?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Guishou Zhang felt that he was justified, and for a while he showed a smug look, and he raised his eyes to have a few more arguments with his old wife.

Who would have thought, looking up—

Mr. Tang looked at him so directly: If you are more stupid, I will beat you to death!

Guishou Zhang suddenly trembled, and when he shrank his neck, his voice immediately became quieter: "Instead, anyway, that's what I mean... I'm really not doing this kindly, and I really want to trick him. But in essence It's just to make him feel uncomfortable, and there's no real damage... Hey, what are you doing?"

Halfway through the words, Mr. Tang rolled his eyes at him and left.

Hearing him ask, she didn't reply.

After a while, he carried a quilt and walked into the back room. When he came out again, he had a robe on his arm.

When Guishou Zhang saw it, he immediately became happy: "Although I'll take him and the general two under the sun. However, he is far worse than the general."

There is some dirt on the placket.

When Gu Juefei came in, they saw it, and they didn't know if it was done when Xingfangzhai was drinking. It's embarrassing anyway.

Seeing him gloating on misfortune, Mrs. Tang was used to it for a long time. She only held that dress and dragged him.

"This eldest son, he did so many things at the beginning. After a night of rest here, it's not good for people to wear this suit and come back. I'll wash it in a while and hang it up to bake. You go back to sleep quickly, I have to get up in the morning to see a doctor."

"Hey, my daughter-in-law is so virtuous." Guishou Zhang Wei was disrespectful, so he leaned over and kissed.

Tang Shi immediately gave him a kick: "You are not ashamed!"

Just finished kicking, and couldn't help laughing.

The husband and wife are old, and if they get tired and crooked, they will die.

Immediately, chattering, he went out of the hall, and there was no sound after a while.

In the back room, it was suddenly quiet.

There is a bitter medicinal smell in the air, mixed with the mellow aroma of Baiyuntan Prajna wine, there is a kind of taste that seems to be awake but not awake, but not drunk.

The kang table has been put away.

Gu Juefei was covered with a quilt and lay inward, not knowing whether he was awake or asleep, and suddenly laughed.

He turned over without opening his eyes, and fell asleep after listening to the sound of clockwork outside.

The night is not long.

But taking care of yourself is enough.

The long street was silent.

Only the watchman, yawning, walked on the road.

In the General's Mansion, the lights in the East Courtyard have been on for a long time.

After Lu Jinxi entered the house, she woke Qingque up and asked her to arrange a few servant girls at night to serve Xue Tingzhi first.

As for who to send back and how to go, that will have to be discussed after tonight.

About half an hour later, Qingque came back.

"The child in Lin'an did have a burn, and he was talking nonsense. He had already fried the medicine just now, let him drink it, and it looked a little better. Alas, it looks so pitiful..."

Lu Jinxi didn't sleep, just sat behind the desk.

Lu Shiben came from a scholarly family, and he also had a study, and his collection of books was not good. He also had the four treasures of the study on the table. The begonia that Lu Jinxi folded back just now was slanted by her on the plum bottle by the window.

The dim light shone brightly.

After listening to Qing Que's words, Lu Jinxi was silent for a moment.

She casually flipped her fingers over the account book in front of her, and thought for a while: "Since he is really sick, let's call Lin'an to rest for the past few days. If I remember correctly, he is only fourteen or five years old, and he is still a group. Childish, where can you serve the eldest son?"

"what do you mean……"

Qingque was a little bit suspicious for a while: I bought something for the eldest son a while ago, and just came back, and asked people to go there to serve him. Now this is still to add people to the eldest son?

"Eldest son should be sixteen this year, almost seventeen, right?"

Lu Jinxi supported her temple with one hand, her voice calm.

"Brothers at this age, you can't have only one book boy waiting by your side. You go back and pick two good-looking ones, and draw up a list for me to look at. Looking back, there must be a big maid in the room, and there must be four outside. I have two other servants to help with errands, and Lin'an just follows him as usual."

looks good...

Isn't this a preparatory room?

In the big households, Qingque can be regarded as the door.

However, considering Xue Tingzhi's age, it should indeed be there.

So Qing Que didn't express any opinion. Since his wife woke up, she didn't do anything stupid. It should be arranged like this now.

"This slave has written down this matter, and I will arrange it early tomorrow morning. There are still some hours in the day, so why don't you go to bed first?"

"I slept early last night, so it's okay."

Lu Jinxi laughed, waved his hand, and said, "Go and bring me a hot tea and prepare some snacks. I'm not sleepy at the moment, just look at the accounts. It's you, go to sleep when you're done. I was called up in the middle of the night, and it was a lot of tossing, but tomorrow will be even busier."

Qingque was a little worried, but when she saw Lu Jinxi, she was in good spirits, and it was hard to persuade her.

She went to prepare tea and snacks as she said, and brought them up, warmed a hand stove for her to carry, and then went out to rest.

Lu Jinxi stayed in the study and sat quietly for a while.

She didn't move the tea or eat snacks, her eyes only stayed on the ledger in front of her - this was not the ledger of the house, but the private account of Lu's.

On the account are the dowries that came with the Lu family back then.

To be honest, just looking at the list is very rich.

But the Lu family came from a family of poetry and calligraphy, and has no experience in managing these things. In addition, the people below have been deceived a lot. After eleven years, they have already lost seven or eight out of ten.

Just because the foundation is too thick, even if only two or three are left, they look like ordinary wealthy households.

Lu Jinxi is not the Lu family.

Although she has a very high education level, she also knows a little about poetry, calligraphy and painting, but she doesn't like it very much. On the contrary, she is a good hand at checking the accounts and keeping the accounts.

Now this bad debt is spread out in front of her.

At a glance, there are hands and feet everywhere.

Lu Jinxi couldn't help but sneered: "It's really bad enough. It's a pity that it will take a lot of effort to investigate the accounts of the past few years..."

Needless to say, this is all "bad debt".

There is no place to pursue it.

Fortunately, she is not someone who is entangled in these minutiae, and turning over the account book today is not as simple as checking old accounts.

She just wondered, she should find something to do for herself.

There are three things at the moment.

First, what happened in Xue Ting's house.

Arrange for the maid, the little servant, and buy some other things in the house, and ask Pan Quan'er to ask Guishou Zhang to see the lame foot and find out if he is real.

Second, the matter of Yin Liuer.

It should be this **** who wanted to advance to the Falcon Camp, but couldn't find the opportunity and asked her for help. This will have to wait for the news of Qingque Detective tomorrow before we can make plans.

Third, the matter of Sister Lang.

The other children were all fine, so Sister Lang asked her to worry about it secretly. When I turned around, I had to find time to talk to Wei Xian, and then talk to Sister Lang.

Three things, each recent.

At first glance, it looks tricky, but when you think about it, it's actually very boring. If you don't do it well, you won't die. It's still boring.

Holding the stove, Lu Jinxi stared at the ledger with a dull look.

She simply pulled a page and made a plan—

As if she was the one who "borrowed" a sum of money from Lu's first, and used it as the original capital, what would she do if she turned her back, then she would not change her dowry, and she would add two cents to the money she earned, and she would also be a cheap mother to her. The children are left behind.

Different from Lu's neat and elegant hairpin, her calligraphy is a piece of "cursive" between running script and cursive script.

It is easier to draw and draw than running script, and easier to identify than cursive script.

When I write it, I have a sense of flowing water, because there is no pause, and it seems that the thinking is quick and clear, and it is decisive.

Lu Jinxi had already thought about the issue of different handwriting.

She had imitated Lu's handwriting some time ago, but the best way to disguise is, of course, not to continue writing hairpins in small letters, but to pretend that she has learned a new font, and the flaws will be much smaller.

So in the past few days, she has asked Egret Qingque to buy a few new copybooks, and she can't bear any doubts.

When I wrote it right now, it took a while to write a small chapter.

The light next to it was still bright, and the darkness outside the window was gradually dispelled by the sky light.

Lu Jinxi was almost thinking about it. When he raised his head, he saw the already bright sky. He remembered the many nights that passed by a long time ago, and suddenly felt familiar and comfortable.

She put away the rice paper on the table and pressed it into the box. She got up, stretched slightly, and walked out of the study.

Egret and Qingque were coming from there, about to invite her, but they bumped into each other.

"It's true that you stayed up in the middle of the night. I'm about to come and invite you to wash up."

"Exactly, I'm going to go back and wash my face, sober up."

Lu Jinxi handed the already cold hand stove to Bailu before entering the east room.

Washing water, towels and other things are already prepared.

After Lu Jinxi finished washing up, he ordered some light porridge to drink.

After eating and drinking tea, Qingque, who had just gone out, came back with a dignified expression on his face.

At this time, the egret was arranging outside.

Lu Jinxi asked, "What's wrong?"

"You ordered a few maids last night, and the maids have already drawn up the list early in the morning. Another one, I also inquired about the infantry falcon camp."

Qingque took everything she ordered to her heart, and told her one by one.

"Dragon character battalion and tiger character battalion are the old divisions of our generals."

"However, the Falcon Camp is also an elite team under Admiral Liu. In the past six years, the blood has been changed every two years, and the selection requirements have always been extremely high."

"One must be clean and not commit a crime; the other must be strong, aged between eighteen and twenty-four."

"But because this is one of the five battalions of the infantry, it has always had high status and good pay, and many of them have made their way to the sky. Therefore, even if the life is hard, some people have sharpened their heads and drilled into it."

"This year is the month of recruiting, and Admiral Liu is still in charge."

"When the slaves asked people to inquire, they said that the recording was almost full. It's just..."

When Lu Jinxi heard this, she felt that she was expecting it.

If it wasn't for such a place where you can only get in with a sharpened head, why would Yin Liu'er beg to come to Lu's side? But I didn't expect that this Yin Liu'er had a very ruthless eye.

Isn't Liu Jin the one who thinks of the General's Mansion the most?

She still remembers the ginseng she collected when she was sick.

So Lu Jinxi pondered that the difficulty in doing this should actually be quite low.

It's just that when she heard the "just", she knew that things might change, so she looked at Qingque and said, "But it doesn't matter."

"When the slave girl asked about it, I heard that Admiral Liu seemed to be in some trouble. Wasn't there such a commotion on Changshun Street yesterday?"

"Today, the emperor called a big qi, and before it was dawn, it started up."

"The ministers have all come back at this moment, and it is said that if they go back, they may take the position of Master Liu."

Having said that, Qing Que's voice lowered.

Lu Jinxi raised her eyebrows and was a little surprised, but when she looked back, this was indeed a normal thing—

Although the matter of that day was temporarily resolved, how could the face of many officials be lost at will?

Looking back, there are always blockbusters who can't think of it.

It's weird that it doesn't make a fuss.

Originally, this matter had nothing to do with Lu Jinxi, but when she heard it, she became a little happy.

Finally something happened.

Yin Liuer asked to do something, and Baba waited; Liu Jin once sent a good root of ginseng, and he was sincere on Changshun Street that day; but now, the courtiers can't tolerate Liu Jin, and Yin Liuer's business is also done. Not anymore.

This series of...

Lu Jinxi couldn't help but laugh, feeling interesting in his heart.

"Egret."

She called out to the outside world.

Egret was cleaning up the things that came back from outside. She took the post and heard the voice. She hurriedly responded, and then came in: "Madam?"

Only for a while, Lu Jinxi had already made up his mind.

"You will ask Pan Quan'er to run an errand in a while. I have two things for him to do here."

"Go to the princess' mansion for one thing."

"Let's see if my aunt is busy or not. If not, just ask."

"Let's just say that I have someone here to ask Admiral Liu to do some work and want to enter the Falcon Camp. I can't see it clearly, and I don't know what's going on in the DPRK. Please help the eldest princess and give me some pointers."

The egret listened, nodded, and wrote it down.

Lu Jinxi added: "The second thing is to go to the Huisheng Hall."

"The eldest son's legs and feet, these years, he didn't seek medical advice very much. He will always marry a wife in the future. He was born in the general's mansion, and he may even seek an official."

"If you have disabilities in your legs and feet, it's all restrictions."

"You just ask Pan Quan'er to go to Huishengtang to ask if Guishou Zhang can come and when."

In the past dynasties, whether you are an emperor or an official, most of them depend on your manners.

If you have a disability, when the prince is not in line with the throne, the students in the imperial examination field are not in line with the champion.

Xue Tingzhi should not be a knife and gun.

She has seen those things in his books, and they are powerful, with sharp blades in their hearts, and they are not simple. I don't know if I want to become an official in the future, but this disability is a big shortcoming.

Lu Jinxi had his own considerations in mind.

It's true to be wary of people's hearts and not credulous, but in the end it's not a snake or a scorpion.

One is that she wants to look back and see whether Xue Tingzhi told the truth last night; the other is that she really wants to show him whether there is any hope of being cured.

The best result, of course, is that Xue Tingzhi is fine, and there is hope for his legs and feet to be cured.

As for the worst...

Lu Jinxi smiled, shook his head, and remembered the young scribe who left with Princess Yongning last night, he couldn't help but change his words: "Forget it. You ask Pan Quan'er to go to Huisheng Hall first, ask Guishouzhang, and then go to Princess Yongning at noon. It's not too late."