pampering wife

Chapter 55

Horse-drawn carriages were running on the wide street, the eaves on both sides were scaled, and the cries of peddlers kept coming and going.The two people in the carriage did not speak, despite the din, Qingmei just stared at Gu Changqing, as if she could hear her own heartbeat.

Gu Changqing looked at it for a while, and suddenly a smile appeared on his serious face, and said, "What's going on in your little head?"

"Father was wronged." Qing Mei blurted out, and each other knew the rest of the words.After so many years of fighting for the country, he made great contributions, but in the end he was ruined, and he didn't even leave a cloak.All of this is just because of the idiot of the He family. It was not worth it at all for his father to risk his life to save him!

Qingmei's heart felt uncomfortable.

Gu Changqing suddenly raised his hand and pressed Qingmei's head, somewhat comfortingly: "Perhaps you know a little bit about the situation back then. Most people knew that General Qu was framed, but the emperor insisted on convicting him. The joints are heavy, you can't understand. General Qu's case is not easy to turn over, you are still young, the most important thing is to live a good life."

Exactly the same tone as my mother!Ome had a sore nose.Mrs. Xu had recounted her mother's last words countless times, and it was also worded in the same way, telling her to just live a stable life, and don't think too much about it.

However, who can not think too much?The loss of her parents' reputation and their death outside the Great Wall was the deepest pain in her heart.

There was silence in the carriage for a while, until the carriages and horses stopped slowly, and the driver replied: "Erlang, we're here." Qingmei came back to her senses, sighed slightly, and Gu Changqing pointed to the veiled hat and said, "Put on your hat." Bar."

After getting off the carriage, there was a small shop selling crock pots and porcelain jars in front of me. The facade was not fancy, and the place was remote, but the inside was full of good things——Qing Mei had also seen this kind of shop by the way when she was inquiring about the liquor sales in the capital. Knowing that the jars in this house are the most suitable for making fruit wine, so I went straight here today.

Most of the people who go in and out of it are ordinary people in the market, and most of them buy the jars and jars in it to pickle things and store food.Occasionally, shop owners would come to pick things up, and their dresses were also very different. However, when Gu Changqing and Qingmei entered the shop, one was tall and handsome, and the other covered their faces, they were still very eye-catching.

Qingmei didn't comment much, she just pointed at the jar, pot, or wine jug she wanted, and the servant who followed behind asked that Xiao Er to remember it.After looking at the things in the store, Qing Mei asked the boy to call the shopkeeper and asked, "Apart from these, is there anything else?"

"It's gone." The shopkeeper saw that Qingmei was a good person, and said, "If you can't get the girl's eyes, you can just ask for it. Within half a month, I will have someone prepare it and send it to the house."

"It's too slow, I can't wait." Qingmei walked slowly towards a place where no one was around, and discussed: "There should be a wine jar ordered by Mr. Wu from Lirenfang in the backyard, how about moving two for me?"

The shopkeeper was very surprised and said: "How does the girl know..."

Qingmei smiled in the hood, and said: "I still gave this place to Grandpa Wu, you just move two of them to me, I will leave a note for him, he won't blame him for keeping it."

——When Qingmei sent the fruit wine to Wu Boren, Wu Boren once asked the method, and Qingmei regarded him as the master of wine making in her heart, so she naturally didn't hide it, and explained all the main points of wine making.Because Wu Boren was eager to make wine by himself, Qingmei introduced this shop to him.

Wu Boren ordered three batches of wine jars successively in the store, the first two batches have been sent away, this is the last batch, and Qingmei happened to catch up with him.

The shopkeeper looked at Gu Changqing's extraordinary demeanor, and although Qingmei covered her face with a hat, she acted very differently, adding to her words, he said: "Then give two to the girl, but please leave a name for this gentleman, if... ...I can also explain to Master Wu."

"Gu Changqing, Minister of Dali Temple." The deep voice flowed out, making people inexplicably convinced.

"So it's Mr. Gu! It's the villain who is being rude." The shopkeeper had also heard of Gu Changqing's reputation, and quickly led the two of them into the warehouse in the backyard.

Gu Changqing told the shopkeeper a few words, and Qingmei picked three wine jars from them, and then called a pen and ink to leave a note for Wu Boren, to the effect that: "I will lend you a few empty jars today, and tomorrow I will return you a few jugs of fine wine. The fruit wine brewed by Bo Ren has been unsealed, and the two can still compare.

Huanhuan happily took the wine jar, Qingmei watched the guys put the things she picked into the cart, and then she and Gu Changqing left the shop with peace of mind, and stepped into the carriage.

At this time, it was still early in the morning, so Qing Mei picked the fruit she wanted elsewhere for later use.

The brewing was done, and there was only one other thing left.Although Qingmei knew that Gu Changqing treated her well, she didn't dare to talk about Gu's situation in the court with red eyebrows and white eyes. After thinking about it, she said: "Second brother, I have a friend who has been close to me since childhood and lives in Chongren. In the workshop, she has been weak since she was a child, and even sicker and weaker when it was cold, I haven't seen her for a long time, and I miss her very much, can you stop by and have a look?"

Gu Changqing naturally did not refuse.

The two went around to Chongrenfang and knocked on the door, but it was Mrs. He who greeted them. Qingmei asked in surprise, "Aunt He, where's Lianer?" Worry was already on her face—it was not because of He Zilian's weakness in winter She was talking nonsense, but it was true. Usually, He Zilian's smile greeted her, but this time it was Mrs. He, why didn't she worry?

(End of this chapter)