The Reborn Wife Returns

Chapter 135 What's the use of the prescription if you don't consummate the house? (2)
"Do I have to go?" Qi Jingfeng sorted out the books and piled them up on the table like a hill: "Zhen Xiao is poisoned, and there are some things that need to be dealt with in the Yan Palace, and I can't get away."

Gong Qinglan felt a little lost in her heart, but thinking that it was only January, she smiled and said, "It's important."

Qi Jingfeng glanced at her, then went into the clean room to take a bath.

Hongyu smashed out all the prescriptions, looked at Gong Qinglan's plump figure, handed a prescription to her and asked, "Young Mistress, do you want to stop the others and obey this one?"

Gong Qinglan took a cursory glance, then took the prescription and read it carefully: "Is this from Ms. Mu?"

Hongyu nodded, bit her lips and said, "Young Mistress, you and Young Master have been married for two months, and there has been no news, and there are already a few people outside who are gossiping. Young Master loves you, and you don't take concubines. I'm jealous, and my words are extremely ugly. Even if I don't listen to their gossip, the slaves still feel that the young mistress is going to have a child, so that the relationship with the young master will be closer."

Gong Qinglan understood the meaning of Hongyu's words, and having a child would stabilize her relationship with Qi Jingfeng.

Eyelashes lowered, looking at the name of the medicine on it, Gong Qinglan's head ached, and she dared not use the things sent by Prince Yan's Mansion.Just about to throw away the prescription, someone suddenly took it away.

Gong Qinglan looked up, and saw Qi Jingfeng wearing a loose fur coat, with wet black hair hanging on his shoulders, standing on the head of the bed dripping with water, holding the prescription in his hand.

Gong Qinglan's heart tightened, she got up and wanted to get the prescription back.When Qi Jingfeng raised his hand, she was thrown into the air.After glancing at Fang Zi a few times, there was a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows. "Where did this recipe come from?"

"Miss Mu sent it." Gong Qinglan muffled.

"Fangzi is a good prescription, but if you only eat this prescription, you will not be able to give birth to a child." Qi Jingfeng's dark eyes were astonishingly bright, and he stared at the person in his arms.

Gong Qinglan's cheeks were on fire, smelling the faint scent of medicine on his body, a gust of hot air surged to the top of his head, he closed his eyes in sleepiness, and fell asleep leaning against his chest in a drowsy state.

Qi Jingfeng sighed helplessly, the wine Feng Ming gave her had great stamina.It is not easy to fall asleep now.

After a few days of unremarkable life, Gong Qinglan went to the Wutong Garden to sit with the eldest lady for a while without incident.For so many years, Xu Niang has always been by her side to serve her. When something like this happened, the eldest lady couldn't bear it and fell ill for a few days.

Gong Qinglan got up from the bed sleepily, and rubbed her temples. In the past few days, she was particularly prone to sleepiness, and she couldn't get enough sleep no matter how hard she tried.

Hongyu came in to help Gong Qinglan change her clothes and comb her hair, and handed it to Gong Qinglan with a bowl of medicine as usual.

"This medicine is a bit bitter. Have you changed the prescription?" Gong Qinglan's mouth was bland and tasteless. The medicine juice was bitter and her tongue was numb.

"The prescription of this medicine was changed by the young master, and the medicine in it was sent by the madam from Gongfu." Hongyu frowned and said, "Young lady, does this medicine taste like this? Do you want to give the medicine to the government?" Doctor take a look?"

Gong Qinglan shook her head: "Maybe it tastes like this." Putting down the medicine bowl, she picked up a candied fruit and put it in her mouth.

Seeing that Gong Qinglan didn't have much energy, Hongyu suggested, "Eldest young mistress, the grapes are ripe in the village where you married, and the steward of the village sent a message, asking if you want to pick grapes?"

In the past, every time this season came, my mother would take her and her younger brother, who had never died, to the village to pick grapes.Later, my mother was not in good health, so she stopped going.With a thought, he ordered: "Have someone inform you in advance that we are going to pick grapes." Being trapped in the mansion for too long, I was so bored that I panicked.

Hongyu then ordered Changqing to go to Zhuangzi to inform the steward, and Hongyuan to prepare the carriage.Hongyu turned around and went into the house, collected some odds and ends, threw them in the bag, and followed Gong Qinglan out of the house.

Zhuangzi is in Qinghe Village, ten miles away from the city, where more than half of the good paddy fields and mountains belong to Zhuangzi who Gong Qinglan married as a dowry.Most of the people in the village earn their living by planting middle-aged rice for Zhuangzi and cultivating barren hills to grow sweet potatoes.Or in the small river at the entrance of the village, catch fish and sell them in the city, and life is considered easy.

Gong Qinglan looked at the bright yellow rice and was in a happy mood: "This year's late rice can be harvested in a big way!" This year Qi Jingfeng should not worry about food and grass.

Hongyu said, "Isn't it? There is a lot of rain this year, and the crop yield is double that of last year, and there will be no famine." After all, she felt a little depressed.

Gong Qinglan glanced at Hongyu, her hometown was suffering from drought, and many people starved to death due to lack of food.Her parents sold her, and after several twists and turns, they entered Gong's residence and stayed by her side to serve her.When it comes to the harvest, it is inevitable to be a little sad.

"Hongyu, if you miss your parents, you can go and look for them." Gong Qinglan opened the curtain and looked at the golden waves, the gloom in her heart dissipated.

"No, for so many years, I have forgotten where my hometown is." Hong Yuqiang refused with a smile, looked at Zhuangzi who was halfway up the mountain, packed up her burden and said, "Eldest young mistress, we are here."

The carriage stopped slowly, Hongyu jumped out of the carriage first, boarded the wooden ladder, and helped Gong Qinglan get off the carriage.

The steward called the people in the Zhuangzi to welcome Gong Qinglan, and they all saluted. The steward Liu greeted him and said, "Young Mistress, you came at a good time. There are a lot of oranges picked in the Zhuangzi. You can pick the good ones, and the rest are not so good." Then resell at the reserve price."

Gong Qinglan smiled and said: "Don't worry, just keep a little." In the past, only a basket of fruits from Zhuangzi was sent to the house to taste.As soon as he was sent into the mansion, he was robbed by the housekeeper and sent to Aunt Ji's room.Mother told the person in charge not to send any more.About this year when she got married, Zhuangzi gave her a dowry, and the person in charge came to inform her.

"This year's production is good, young mistress, do you want to pick grapes, or go around first?" the steward asked earnestly, sweating a little nervously on his forehead.

Gong Qinglan felt that the people here were simple and simple. Before she got married, her mother asked her to meet several stewards who were dowry to Zhuangzi.

"No, give me a basket, and we can walk around by ourselves." Breathing the fresh air, Gong Qinglan thought that she would bring Qi Jingfeng with her next time.

The steward ordered a little girl to guide Gong Qinglan, and went to work on her own.

Gong Qinglan looked at the green and layered vineyards, and the dense grapes were crystal clear.Pick off a bunch of green grapes, peel the skin and taste it, it is as sweet as sugar.

"Pick a few more baskets and send one basket to Gong Mansion, King Yan Mansion, and Wei Mansion, and move the rest to Qi Mansion." Gong Qinglan picked a basket and looked at the gloomy sky, as if it was going to rain : "Take a break tonight." Anyway, Qi Jingfeng is not in the mansion.

Hongyu hurriedly asked the little girl to inform the steward, and then sat down in the pavilion with Gong Qinglan. "Eldest young mistress, are you unwell?"

Gong Qinglan nodded: "I was suffocated in the mansion, groggy, and not clear-headed. I feel very good here. After living for a day, I still feel lethargic in a different environment."

(End of this chapter)