Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

"Madam, Steward Feng said it was a letter from your hometown."

Zheng Er lifted the curtain from the outside and came in, holding a letter in his hand.

Wei Ziqing took it over, it belonged to the Lan brothers.

The letter said that Yixue recruited a gentleman who taught reading. This letter was ghostwritten by him. He also said that everything was fine. The Awang Dim Sum Shop also asked to send a message, saying that the business in the shop is still there, so don't worry.

After all, it was a place built by myself. Although it was handed over to others to take care of it, I was always worried, and now I feel at ease.

Thinking about the idea in his mind, Wei Ziqing took a pen and wrote a reply letter, saying hello to the family members, and mentioning the matter of picking noodles by the way.

In the letter, he described the appearance of the noodles in detail, and attached a picture and sent them back, asking them to hire a ship to transport several hundred catties.

Who knew that he had just taken such an idea, and Liu Linqi came to the door within two days.

"Why don't you take me with you if you want to make money?"

Liu Linqi was sweating slightly, and poured a glass of water into it as soon as he entered the door. It seemed that he came in a hurry.

"Haven't we always been partners? How can we say that we just throw it away? Let me tell you, I have already had an idea about rouge and gouache. Come and discuss it."

Wei Ziqing stared at him wonderingly: "How did you know that I'm going to do business?"

Liu Linqi waved his hand: "Don't worry about that, aren't you in need of a shop? I have a good location in my hand, very close to the alley where the officials and eunuchs gather..."

Wei Ziqing suddenly realized: "What did Steward Feng say?"

Liu Linqi was taken aback: "No..."

"No, no, no, Song Boming doesn't know about it. I only asked Butler Feng which is suitable for opening a gouache shop, and no one else revealed it."

Liu Linqi was a little embarrassed: "This, it's not important, let's talk about the shop..."

In fact, Wei Ziqing originally planned to cooperate with him, but after he found a way to produce face oil, but since people are rushing, free labor is not in vain.

"I have a recipe, but I don't know if it is feasible. You have to wait for me for a while, and you may need your help. If we can figure it out, we will make a lot of money, but it is also possible if we can't figure it out. , just busy in vain."

"I don't understand those, you just say what you need, and I can do what I can."

Wei Ziqing had some black lines: "Don't you ask what it is?"

"Never mind him, anyway, you've come up with your ideas. There's no such thing as a total victory in business. If it happens to you once, I'll admit it."

This mentality is good, but Wei Ziqing is focused on making money, and will never fight unprepared battles.

He explained some details to Liu Linqi in detail, and made several preparations: "If facial oils can't be researched, we will change to a makeup shop, specializing in teaching people to make up or make up hair."

Liu Linqi doubted: "A gentleman knows how to make up, right? Why spend this money to learn?"

"Of course it's different from the usual ones. I wear makeup on weekdays. You can see it? This is a kind of technology, and there is a lot of knowledge in it."

"Anyway, I don't understand. I just need to help you. When the time comes, you can share some soup with me."

The two only talked about it, and Liu Linqi didn't know what to do, so he left in a hurry before dinner time.

Because of Wei Ziqing's frugality, the General's Mansion has lost more than half of its servants, so many of the stewards have to do it themselves, but none of them can steal it. The few stewards who were used to scare chickens and monkeys before have also been released. kicked out.

A Xiu bluntly said that he was soft-hearted, and he should be taught a lesson no matter what.

The weather is getting colder and colder. Seeing that autumn is coming to an end, Wei Ziqing gathers his cloak around his body. It is rare for him to have leisure time to watch the moon in the middle of the night.

When Song Boming came out of the palace, his hair was covered with dew in the middle of the night.

Seeing Wei Ziqing standing in the yard, he said to Zheng Er with some displeasure: "Why don't you persuade Madam to go back to the house?"

Zheng Er lowered her head, knowing that the words were not meant for him.

Sure enough, Wei Ziqing gave Song Boming a sideways look, and said with a smile, "What kind of prestige is playing with Zheng Er?"

Song Boming saw Brother Qing's little white face under the moon, and his face immediately softened: "I'm not playing prestige, the sky is so cold, it's freezing you."

Wei Ziqing stretched out his hand and pulled his hand, and looked towards the sky: "Usually you let me rest earlier, today is sixteen, the moon is full, I just want to wait for you for a while."

Wei Ziqing looked up at the tall man, his heart was full of charming thoughts, he just felt that there were only two of them in the world, bathed in the gentle moonlight, and it was a special feeling to get along with each other every day.

Unexpectedly, Song Boming held his hand behind his back, frowned and pushed him into the room.

"Hands are freezing cold, can't I go back to the house and wait?"

Wei Ziqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and before he had time to say anything, he was carried back into the room by someone.

Because Wei Ziqing was afraid of the cold, a pot of charcoal fire was placed in the corner of the room early in the morning, and the heat rushed over as soon as he entered the room.

Because I don’t know why I feel hot today, so it’s quite comfortable to blow the cool wind outside, but when I enter the house, the cold and heat alternate, and then I have a jerk, my nose itch, I hold back for a while, afraid that Song Boming will hear me sneeze Angrier.

Song Boming took off his coat by himself, and when he turned around and saw Wei Ziqing standing there stupidly, he also took off the cape for him.

"I have something good to tell you."

"Ok?"

Song Boming took out a pack of kraft paper from his arms, and when he opened it, it was full of land deeds!

Wei Ziqing's flipping hand involuntarily stopped, and he carefully read the words on it.

"Hiss—where are there so many Zhuangzi?"

"Given by the emperor, it is said to be idle, so it is better to leave it to us to take care of it."

"Then Zhuangzi doesn't need to pay the state treasury for his profit?"

Seeing Wei Ziqing's money-obsessed appearance, Song Boming didn't find it funny, but felt distressed: "Of course you don't need to give it to others. This Zhuangzi will be ours in the future, no, it will be yours. Now you have money, right?"

"What do you want from the emperor?"

"No, I'm also surprised, but if the emperor doesn't say anything, I can't ask. Anyway, I'm short of money, so just accept it."

On the contrary, Wei Ziqing was not as open-minded as he thought. Looking at this pile of huge wealth, the more he looked at it, the more he felt a little hot.

"There are too many of these. There are always seven or eight hot spring villages, jewelry shops, teahouses, and foot rest shops, all of which are in the most expensive locations. There are also suburban farms with an area of ​​more than 400 mu. This thick pile is the responsibility of all the managers. The deeds are all death deeds, and they are all given to us, that is to say, it is enough to wait for the money to be collected."

"Isn't that good?"

"What's the matter, this endless reward, and no title." The more Wei Ziqing thought about it, the more he felt that there was a conspiracy: "The emperor is so stingy, and suddenly so generous, he doesn't want you to marry the princess, does he? "

Song Boming pushed Brother Qing, who was thinking wildly, onto the chair: "I will support the sky falling. If you don't make money, you will worry, and if you make money, you will not be happy. What's wrong with you?"

Song Boming was worried that he would not adapt to the life in the capital: "Is it too much pressure? Don't do everything yourself, leave it to Butler Feng, it's really not good, you let Axiu and Xiaosi do it, your body is not good—— By the way, can you take the prescription with you? Have you been taking it?"

This prescription refers to the prescription that Dr. Wang gave Wei Ziqing to recuperate his body before they left, so that no matter where they go or whether there is a good place, they will not delay taking the medicine.

But these days are really too busy, the emperor's attitude towards him has been avoiding him all the time, and he suddenly softened for some reason in recent days, and he was relieved.

Brother Qing dodged his eyes: "I'm taking medicine."

Song Boming didn't believe it, but felt that it was not good to puncture it directly. He planned to ask Zheng Er the next day and ask him to supervise Brother Qing.

Brother Qing seemed to be in a bad mood, and Song Boming didn't have any charming thoughts, so he went to bed early with his arms around him.

In the middle of the night, Brother Qing's whole body was as hot as a stove, which directly woke Song Poming up.

Immediately, the lights in the yard were brightly lit, and the doctor was called and the kitchen was opened to boil water to cook the medicine, which lasted most of the night.

Wei Ziqing was in a daze all the time, feeling like he hadn't slept well all night, as if he had been tossed and turned all the time, his whole body was sore and limp as if he had been beaten.

When he woke up the next day, it was rare to see that Song Poming hadn't left yet.

"Why don't you go to court?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was unreasonably hoarse.

After realizing it, he said, "Am I sick?"

With a cold face, Song Boming came over with a glass of water: "I said a few words to you yesterday, but you are not happy, are you sick?"

Wei Ziqing felt that he was wronged, so he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be dizzy.

Seeing Brother Qing frowned slightly, Song Boming felt a little distressed, and didn't dare to reprimand: "Not feeling well?"

"Just want to sleep for a while."

It was because he thought he was making a fuss, Song Poming resisted not to pinch his face: "Just now the emperor said something urgent, you wake up, I am relieved, I am going, I will come back as soon as possible."

Wei Ziqing wished that he would leave quickly. Song Boming has become more and more fond of teaching others. He used to be uncomfortable. To preach, it is better not to look at him, but to be quiet.

Not long after he left, Zheng Er knocked on the door.

"Ma'am, the general told the doctor to come and see him again. The doctor is already here. Is it convenient for you to see me?"

"Come in."

The doctor is a young man, dressed somewhat like an official uniform, not like ordinary people.

Zheng Er seemed to understand Wei Ziqing's doubts, so he took the initiative to introduce: "The general invited the imperial physician in the middle of the night, the imperial physician Yao was kind, and he also accompanied him for the middle of the night, so I simply asked the imperial physician to rest here."

Wei Ziqing thanked him a few words naturally, the young man seemed afraid to look at Lang Jun directly, his eyes kept looking down at the ground.

Wei Ziqing thought it was funny, could he get sick like this?

Immediately, they took out a silk handkerchief and covered Wei Ziqing's wrist.

……

Where did this old pedant come from.

The young doctor took the pulse carefully, he seemed to be sick, but he didn't care about his defenses, he looked at Wei Ziqing's face carefully, he didn't know what he had diagnosed, the pulse kept coming and going, as if time stood still.

Wei Ziqing himself didn't think there was anything wrong, but seeing the doctor's brows getting tighter and tighter with the passage of time, his heart was raised in his throat, and he trembled a little when he spoke.

"Am I... am I sick with something?"

The young doctor shook his head, Wei Ziqing calmed down a bit, and then he heard another sentence, and his heart raised again.

"I'm not sure yet, it's hard to say."

So is there really something bad about it?Wei Ziqing took a deep breath and didn't dare to move. Suddenly he felt weak all over and dizzy. Has his body really reached this point?

Wei Ziqing's heart was desolate, and the past and this world flashed in his mind like a horse watching flowers, and finally fixed on Song Poming's face, feeling so wronged that he wanted to cry.

The doctor looked hesitant: "I'm really not sure about the diagnosis, so I shouldn't have told you..."

Wei Ziqing calmed down: "It's nothing, just tell me, I won't blame you whether it's true or not."

The doctor carefully lifted the silk handkerchief, pressed it lightly on Wei Ziqing's pulse, closed his eyes and examined for a while, and then said: "About [-]% of the accuracy rate."

Wei Ziqing stared at the doctor silently, waiting for the final sentence.

"It should be pregnant. It may be that the month is too light and the pulse condition is ups and downs. I dare not say too much, but it is always a good thing to pay attention to on weekdays. The wind-cold medicine I prescribed for you today is mild and slow. Some, but not to hurt the child."

With a "bang", the copper basin in Zheng Er's hand fell to the ground, he didn't bother to pick it up, and smiled like a flower: "Congratulations, madam, congratulations, madam!"

The doctor looked flustered: "Hey, I'm not sure, don't talk nonsense, lest you have a happy time."

Wei Ziqing's expression changed for a moment, but then he regained his composure, as if he didn't feel much about the result.

Instead, she turned her head to comfort the kind doctor: "I know what you mean, anyway, I have to thank you very much."

A doctor, especially an imperial doctor, sometimes a misjudgment will ruin their lifelong future, but this young man took the risk to tell him in order to prevent him from accidentally hurting a baby who didn't know if he had it. He is a rare kind person .

The young doctor's face was reddish, and he seemed embarrassed: "It should be, but I'm afraid of making a wrong diagnosis, so it's not a good thing..."

"Zheng Er, take some more money and send this doctor off for me."

The doctor seemed to see a lot of dignitaries and dignitaries, and he didn't refuse to collect the consultation fee.

When Zheng Er came back, his face was full of joy: "Would you like Steward Feng to inform the general? This is a great joy."

This is not surprising, the master and wife are so loving every day, it is normal to have children.

But a faint sentence came from the bed: "Didn't you say you're not sure, don't say it yet."

Only then did Zheng Er realize that Madam's attitude was not quite right: "No, why don't you tell the general?"

Immediately, a long sigh came from the gauze tent, and it took a while to hear Madam's words: "No, Zheng Er, I don't want the fourth person to know what happened today."

Zheng Er swallowed nervously, always feeling that she had discovered something serious, madam...it's weird.

"Yes."

Wei Ziqing lightly stroked his upper abdomen, he was neither excited nor reacted, not because of anything else, but because he was drinking Dr. Wang's medicine, which had obvious side effects, and he couldn't get pregnant while taking the medicine.

The little doctor must have made a wrong diagnosis, so why tell Song Boming and let him be happy for nothing.

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