Lamp Flower Smile

"Girl, that little Mr. Pei is so scary. He is clearly smiling. Why does he look like Yama in the palace?"

After Pei Yunying left, Yin Zheng cautiously walked up to Lu Zhu in the hospital and asked in a low voice, "If he mentions the Ke family, he won't find anything, right?"

Lu Zhuo shook his head: "No." He was silent for a moment and then said: "Even if there is, there is no evidence."

The Ke family has completely collapsed. The only witness, Wan Fu, left Shengjing with his wife and children many days ago, and his whereabouts are unknown. The bride of the Ke family returned to her parents' home. The tree fell and the hozenes scattered. The Ke family's servants fled and scattered. The only old Mrs. Ke heard that she had a fight with the woman who stole the family property not long ago. She accidentally fell to the ground and was carried back to the bed. He lay down for only a moment before he ran out of breath.

The Ke family, a porcelain kiln that was once favored by the Taishi Mansion and was very prosperous, has fallen into decline.

As the commander of the front department of the palace, Pei Yunying, even if he was suspicious of the Ke family, as long as he did not want to ruin his future, he could not take the initiative to intervene in the case of someone related to the previous dynasty and cause trouble.

The matter is over.

Yin Zheng was still a little worried, but when she saw that Lu Zhu didn't care, she gradually calmed down, handed Lu Zhu a cup of tea, and asked Lu Zhu in a low voice: "Girl, going to the Dong Mansion today is a success?"

Lu Chen said "hmm", took the tea in Yin Zheng's hand and took a sip.

The tea was pure and bitter, driving away the summer heat. She closed the tea lid, put down the tea cup, and gently rubbed the center of her brows.

These days, whether she is practicing slimming or teaching people to spread the word "Pork Pan'an" in the market, it is just to spread the name of this herbal tea far and wide and spread it to the ears of interested people.

For example, Fan Zhenglian, the official of the Court of Justice, heard the details.

Fan Zhenglian, the famous "Fan Qingtian" in Shengjing, knows everything clearly and enforces the law strictly. It was Fan Qingtian who convicted Lu Qian and made him a prisoner who everyone wanted to beat.

She knew nothing about the Fan family. Mr. Cao was cautious and refused to sell information about the official family. The only way to get close to the Fan family was by Lu Zhu himself.

She was just a doctor at an ordinary medical clinic. For people like Fan Zhenglian, they usually went to the medical officers from the Imperial Medical College for medical treatment. She had no other chance.

Fortunately, Yin Zheng is very good, and he was able to piece together some useful information from his neighbor Du Changqing. Fan Zhenglian's wife, Mrs. Zhao, was plump and wanted to have a slender waist, so Lu Zhu made "Xianxian". When this herbal tea became famous in Shengjing and spread among the ladies in high-ranking houses, it might become popular. Known by the Zhao family.

Shengjing is very big, and the entire population of Changwu County is not as prosperous as the hundred farms outside Shengjing. For a piece of news to reach the ears of those who want to hear it, it is full of coincidences and accidents.

But she is very patient. If one day doesn't work, just take two days. If it doesn't work in two days, just take three days. No matter what the means, it doesn't matter if you look for someone else. One month, two months, one year or two years, if a person deliberately wants to get close to another person, he will always get there. Find a way.

Lu Zhuo's fingers unconsciously groped for the raised lines on the flower cup table.

What Dong Lin said to her today came to mind again.

"In a while, all the ladies and ladies will go to the Summer Banquet in Shengjing. My mother... doesn't want to be left behind by others at the banquet."

Summer viewing banquet...

All the ladies and ladies will attend. I wonder if Fan Zhenglian’s wife Zhao will be present.

Today, she first misled Mrs. Dong with words and misunderstood her relationship with Pei Yunying. Later, Mrs. Wang witnessed Pei Yunying coming to the door of the medical center to look for someone in the carriage. If nothing unexpected happened, Mrs. Wang should report the matter back to Mrs. Dong.

Mrs. Dong wanted to ease the relationship with Pei Yunying. Even if it was to sell Pei Yunying's favor, she would help her make a few remarks at the summer viewing banquet.

A layer of long-lost expectation vaguely surfaced in Lu Zhen's heart. This expectation was like a pitch-black beetle that Yun Niang had placed on her wound many years ago. It wriggled its way into her body, swam among her limbs, and crawled under her skin with a silent shiver.

It makes people desire and fear at the same time.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the secret trembling, and called the name of the person beside her: "Yin Zheng."

"What's the matter, girl?"

Lu Yan looked at her: "I want to know when the summer feast in Shengjing will start?"

Yin Zheng blinked, then smiled slyly: "Don't worry, I'll take care of it!"

…

Lu Zhuo's original intention was that the Zhao family might attend the Guanxia Banquet. During the introduction, Mrs. Dong casually mentioned that "Xianxian" might be able to establish a relationship with Guan Xian's wife.

But Mrs. Dong's movements were much faster than Lu Huo imagined.

Three days later, in the Fan family's mansion in Shengjing.

The starlings hanging outside the wing were making noise in their cages early in the morning.

Sitting in the pavilion of the small courtyard was a woman dressed in snow-green gauze, with handsome eyebrows and slender eyes, and stunning beauty. She was Mrs. Dong, the wife of Mr. Dong, the minister of Taifu Temple.

The boy serving beside him brought tea and whispered: "Ma'am, please wait a moment. My wife will be here soon."

Mrs. Dong nodded.

Fan Zhenglian, the master of the Fan family, is currently the detailed judge of the Court of Justice. He is in his prime. He has been promoted very quickly in a few years, and his wife has also been promoted. Mrs. Dong is here today to deliver a post to Mrs. Fan.

After waiting for about half a stick of incense, several maids in red and green walked towards a young woman from a distance.

This young woman wore a peach red gold pipa dress, with dark clouds on her temples, eyebrows like a crescent moon, and a golden silk ruby ​​​​step rocker. Her muscles and bones were shiny and smooth, as beautiful as a peach blossom, like a lychee with its shell peeled off. people. She walked to Mrs. Dong, wiped her sweat with a water-green flower and fruit sweat towel, and smiled with Mrs. Dong: "Sister, have you been waiting for a long time?"

This is Zhao, the wife of Fan Zhenglian, a detailed judge.

Mrs. Dong looked at Mrs. Zhao.

Zhao was very beautiful, with crescent moon eyebrows and spring peaches on her face. She also had a touching name, Feiyan, which happened to be the same name as the gorgeous and fragrant enchantress who brought disaster to the country recorded in the history books.

She also knows that she has a handsome appearance, and she always looks a bit arrogant when looking at others. Whenever I attend an occasion, I don’t like to be robbed of the limelight by others. For example, today I am not attending a small gathering, so I am dressed up like this.

Mrs. Dong smiled and said: "No, I have just sat down." She then asked the maid next to her to present the post: "I will personally deliver the post to you for the summer viewing party in a while."

There was a bit of shame on Ms. Zhao's face: "I'm sorry to bother you, sister. I was supposed to come to the house yesterday afternoon to make trouble. As a result, my master was busy with official duties, so I had to wait in the house until the light was turned on, so I had no choice but to give up."

Mrs. Dong secretly rolled her eyes.

Zhao Feiyan was the daughter of a seventh-rank official before she came out of the cabinet, and her family background was not considered rich. Originally, she was married to Fan Zhenglian, who was a good match. Who would have thought that this husband had taken a different path, and his official career had been smooth, but in just a few years, he had become an official in the court of sentencing. Look at this, it's still going up.

If the husband has a successful career and the wife's natal family is not prosperous, she can only be more cautious.

Zhao Feiyan dresses herself up extraordinarily beautifully every day and abides by the three obediences and four virtues to her core. Waiting for Fan Zhenglian to get off work, he would have dinner with him. While Fan Zhenglian was handling official duties, Zhao Feiyan would add fragrance to her red sleeves...

In the eyes of Mrs. Zhao, this kind of behavior was a pleasure, but in the eyes of Mrs. Dong, she was taken advantage of.

Why bother.

Mrs. Dong patted Mr. Zhao's hand and sighed: "Master Fan is lucky to have such a virtuous wife like you."

Mrs. Zhao smiled humbly.

"But didn't you say earlier that Master Fan was going to take a nap this month? Why are you still busy?"

Ms. Zhao spat: "It's all trivial matters. I don't know what other people in the trial court do. I can't live without him all day long."

Although the words were meant to reprimand, his tone was somewhat complacent.

This Fan Zhenglian is now the famous "Fan Qingtian" in Shengjing. Everyone says that he is capable of doing things and has a clear name. Everyone says that the Court of Punishment will not be able to survive a day without Mr. Fan.

When Mrs. Dong heard this, a trace of ridicule flashed in her eyes.

Everyone knows that Fan Zhenglian loves sex, but he also cares about his reputation. Although he does not have a wife outside, he is not clean either. The Zhao family must also know about those rumors about Yingying Yanyan. She not only wants to cover up for her husband, but also deceives herself.

Zhao Feiyan took on the beauty of the enchantress who brought disaster to the country in vain, but she achieved the ultimate in virtue and virtue. I wonder what the enchantress in the history books would think when she saw her descendant with the same name humbled to such a low level.

While Mrs. Dong was thinking about it, Ms. Zhao in front of her took Mrs. Dong's gauze dress and looked it over, and praised: "Sister, this dress is so beautiful."

Ms. Zhao loves beauty the most, and she is always the first to wear the clothes and jewelry that are fashionable in Shengjing. Mrs. Dong understood and said with a smile: "My son paid me a few pieces of gauze and satin last month. I think it's just right to use them to make shirts and skirts when the weather is hot. If my sister likes it, I will have some pieces sent over later."

Zhao reluctantly touched Mrs. Dong's sleeve for a long time, and finally shook her head: "That's all."

It's not that Ms. Zhao is embarrassed to use it, but the fact is that the gauze and satin look better on her than on Mrs. Dong.

Zhao's maiden name is Feiyan, but she is completely different from the stunning Shuli who can dance on the palm of her hand. Her figure is plump and plump, which matches her pretty face perfectly. She is round and round in beauty.

It's a pity that Ms. Zhao herself doesn't know how to appreciate her own beauty. In comparison, she still prefers the slender beauty of those weak Liu Fufeng.

Especially in the past few days, Fan Zhenglian has accidentally talked about one of his daughters several times.

Ms. Zhao had seen that girl before. Her appearance was not as good as hers, but her waist was really slender.

Mrs. Zhao stared at Mrs. Dong's snow-green gauze, looking at it, and suddenly said to Mrs. Dong: "But, why do I feel that my sister has lost weight recently?"

Mrs. Dong was stunned.

"She's really lost weight, her chin is a lot sharper." Ms. Zhao looked Mrs. Dong up and down, "Is it because she has been working hard recently?"

Although the words were concerned, there was no worry in the woman's eyes, but a bit of inquiry, and Mrs. Dong understood.

Zhao Feiyan always cherishes her appearance, and because of her plump figure, she pays special attention to it. Even an inch wider on her waist feels like she is facing a formidable enemy. Now, on the surface, she seems to be concerned about her body, but in reality, she is afraid that she wants to find out how she lost weight.

Mrs. Dong wanted to deal with it casually, but as she spoke, she suddenly remembered something and paused. Then, she put on a smile, approached Ms. Zhao, and said mysteriously: "To be honest with my sister, I have been very clear these days. I’ve lost weight, but it’s not because I’m tired, it’s because I drank some medicinal tea.”

"Herbal tea?"

"Yes, it's a herbal tea called 'Xianxian'. It's at Renxin Medical Center on West Street. It's hard to buy this herbal tea. If I hadn't had an old friendship with the doctor who was there, I would have rarely found one or two cans. Yes." Mrs. Dong replied with a smile.

"Xianxian?" Mrs. Zhao muttered it several times, her eyes moving, but her mouth didn't believe it, "Sister, you're trying to trick me. How can there be such magical medicinal tea in the world?"

Mrs. Dong sighed: "Who is trying to trick you? That herbal tea is genuine. I only used half a can and it was quite effective. I heard that I even made the butcher Pan An. By the way, the pork Pan An is now beheaded at the temple gate in the east of the city. Bones, people line up to see him every day. If my sister doesn’t believe it, ask someone to take a look and see if it’s true or false.”

"However, this herbal tea is rare. I only got one jar. Even if my sister wants it, I'm afraid she will have to wait for a while."

It was fine if I didn't say it, but when I did, Ms. Zhao felt even more itchy. She was originally interested by Mrs. Dong's words, and she usually valued this kind of thing the most. When she heard this, there was no reason to wait, so she immediately ordered her maid to go to the temple entrance to the east of the city to find out what was going on.

After the maid left, Mrs. Dong talked to Mrs. Zhao for a while. She saw that Mrs. Zhao was absent-minded, so Mrs. Dong stood up and left.

After leaving the Fan Mansion and getting on the carriage, the maid next to her asked: "Madam, why did you tell Madam Fan about the Renxin Medical Center? Even if it is to help Dr. Lu, if others know about the young master... "

If Dong Lin's lung disease is known to the ladies, there will be obstacles in Dong Lin's marriage in the future.

"Of course I know." Mrs. Dong's smile cooled down, "It's just rare that she likes her, so I just used it as a favor."

"That Lu Zhuo personally promised me that he would not tell anyone else about Lin'er. Once the secret is leaked... I can make her suffer."

"Besides," Mrs. Dong's eyes moved, "I'm not just trying to help her."

Lu Chen sent a jar of medicinal tea to Mrs. Dong three days ago, hoping that Mrs. Dong could spread the word for her among the ladies in the capital. At that time, Mrs. Dong agreed casually, but in fact she didn't take it to heart. After all, it was not something worth boasting about taking the initiative to admit that she used slimming herbal tea.

But her mind changed after Mama Wang came back.

Mother Wang, who sent Lu Zhuo back to the medical center, reported back to her that she saw Pei Yunying waiting for Lu Yun at the entrance of Renxin Medical Center. The two of them behaved intimately and talked and laughed happily.

This made Mrs. Dong have to think more.

That time at Wan'en Temple, Pei Yunying came to Lu Zhu's rescue. Mrs. Dong had doubts about their relationship. Even though Lu Zhu personally admitted that she had a close relationship with Prince Zhaoning, Mrs. Dong always had some doubts in her heart.

After all, one is a young and promising young nobleman with a distinguished family background, and the other is a commoner medical woman with a low status and high profile. The gap is too big in terms of status and status.

But Mrs. Wang saw it with her own eyes and could not fake it.

Lu Zhuo and Pei Yunying had an affair.

Helping Lu Yun is also helping Pei Yunying. The commander-in-chief of the palace is now deeply favored by the saints, and his father, Duke Zhaoning, has a high status in the court. It's a pity that the father and son seem to be easy to talk to on the surface, but in fact they are extremely arrogant and difficult to get close to.

With Lu Zhen's relationship, there is no need to worry about not being able to win over Pei Yunying.

The maid nodded as if she understood something, then looked at Mrs. Dong's face and spoke carefully: "Master Fan is just a detailed judge now, not as good as the master's official position. How can it be worth Madam's trouble and making a trip in person..." "

"Shut up."

The servant did not dare to say any more.

Mrs. Dong gave her a cold look: "What do you know?"

Fan Zhenglian looked at it now, and his official position was indeed not as good as that of the Taifu Temple Minister. However, my master personally reminded me that Fan Zhenglian may have some connection with the current Taishi Mansion. Everyone knows that Grand Master Qi is in power now, and Mr. Dong is worried about finding a way to make good friends with the Grand Master's Mansion. With this relationship, it will be much easier to handle in the future.

So Mrs. Dong would look for some powdered silk materials every now and then to send to Zhao Feiyan, thinking that Zhao Feiyan loved beauty and would like her. However, Zhao Feiyan has a sharp eye and is picky about this and that, which often makes Mrs. Dong so angry that she rolls her eyes behind her back.

Now that Zhao Feiyan is obsessed with slimming down, the herbal tea in Lu Tong Medical Center can be said to be a timely help. If it really works, I'm afraid it will be more useful than anything else.

And with Zhao Feiyan's favor, the relationship between the master and Fan Zhenglian will get closer as soon as the wind blows from Zhao Feiyan's pillow.

Mrs. Dong smiled slightly.

She doesn't want to be like Zhao Feiyan, who always dresses up as a goblin to tie up her husband's heart, and helps a man in his official career, which is more useful than beauty.

The woman lowered the car curtain, leaned back, closed her eyes and said, "Let's go."