Fainted in front of Wen

  It's been over a month since Gui Ning returned, and Lin Qingyu has gradually gotten the hang of managing the estate.

  Some of the nails buried relatively shallow have been removed. The rest are still under review!

  There is Li Shi, this earliest entered the mansion's secondary Fu Jin, with Song, Wu, Jia, Zhang four Ge Ge buried nails, that is not surprising.

  What surprised Lin Qingyu the most was that there were even people from the Geng family who had only entered the mansion a few months ago.

  Although there are only a few, just five, they all have special effects and are not eye-catching at all. If used well, it can play a significant role!

  Lin Qingyu thought: Geng's family, really worthy of being the pure and virtuous imperial noble consort in history, a person who lived to the end. Her mind is indeed meticulous!

  This couldn't help but make Lin Qingyu suspect: the famous absurd prince in history who liked to hold funerals and eat sacrificial offerings, Hong Yu, was actually doing so to avoid getting entangled in the struggle for the throne between Hong Shi and Hong Li, and was using "absurdity" as a name to conceal his true intentions.

  Lin Qingyu looked at the half-finished embroidery on her third garment of the month, feeling utterly exhausted.

  Looking out the window, the plum blossoms stand proudly in the biting cold wind, their tall and slender branches unaffected by the wind. Smelling the fragrance that fills the air, she thinks of the past month's days, feeling miserable, with a small person in her heart weeping silently.

  This scoundrel, actually said the clothes made for Mother Empress are very good. Since her embroidery is so good, have her make five sets of clothes for him, with a deadline of two months, he wants to inspect them! If not... Hmph...

  What the consequences would be, he didn't say, but his eyes were full of menace as he looked at Lin Qingyu.

  Lin Xiaoxiao gets furious every time she thinks about it.

  That little rascal with a heart smaller than a needle tip, didn't he just embroider a set of clothes for Empress De, and wasn't it done for him anyway?

  Hey... hey... by the way, how bad is your relationship? You're even arguing over a set of clothes!

  Besides, it's something that has to be given anyway, and it's not like I'm eating too much of it myself. It was specially made to curry favor with Empress De. Is there really a need to vent one's anger?

  Or is it that you have a feud with me?

  Thinking back to the day when Ning returned home, Yongzheng exuded an aura of "do not approach" with his cold demeanor and a face as dark as the bottom of a pot, which made Lin Qingyu's whole body stiffen up. Even now, thinking about it still sends shivers down her spine.

  Not everyone can be like Titanic, having the courage to crash into an iceberg and not sink.

  At least Lin Qingyu did not have the guts and courage.

  Under the cold wind of Yongzheng, Lin Qiongyu was very honest and didn't dare to touch the tiger's whiskers. He obediently told that set of "Master Theory" to Yongzheng, whether he believed it or not? Lin Qiongyu said, it had nothing to do with him!

  Believe it or not!

  She said the same thing about Ama and E'ma!

  Then, the Lin family brought out the "Dugu Nine Swords" and "Nine Yin Scripture", which became the tools for Yongzheng to cultivate his dark guards and enhance their abilities.

  Of course, Yi Zhen was not a fool, so he only brought out the first six moves of "Dugu Jiujian" and the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, Cui Xin Palm, Bai Xie Bian, She Xing Li Fan techniques from the "Nine Yin Scripture".

  Of course, Yongzheng himself also needs to practice.

  Her diligence was so impressive that even Lin Qingyu, the rightful owner of this secret manual, felt ashamed. Fortunately, there were five shelves full of secret manuals in the space, and sending out these two books wouldn't make Lin Qingyu feel too heartbroken. She comforted herself: At least, with her martial arts skills, Yongzheng would live longer than he did in history, so she wouldn't become a widow too soon!

  Damn it, I've already given him the secret recipe and even accompany him to bed every night, yet he still doesn't give me a good face! It's really... Lin Qingyu feels like vomiting blood.

  Conquering this iceberg-like problem, Lin Jingyu told everyone with her blood and tears that it's really not something a human can do.

  "Ah...... it hurts...... it hurts......"

  Lin Qingyu didn't know what was going on lately, her appetite had increased and she always wanted to sleep. She was so sleepy that her eyes were drooping, and if she wasn't careful, the embroidery needle would prick her fingers as white as jade.

  "Let me take a look, Your Ladyship!" Zhang Mama had seen this situation many times before. At first, she was worried and anxious about her mistress's well-being. Now, she was accustomed to it and calmly treated the injured area on her mistress's hand.

  Zhang thought to herself: It's still the Beile Master who cares about Fu Jin, the ointment he left behind is really effective. The wound healed by the next day, without leaving any scars.

  If your wife knew about it, she would really cry!

  Damn it, if she hadn't been sewing clothes for him, would she have gotten pregnant? If he hadn't pulled her into bed at night (was that really the reason?), would she be so tired now?

  So, he's the one who started all this trouble! And yet, you still want to thank him?

  Unfortunately, Concubine Wei did not know that Yongzheng was truly grateful!

  "Milady, take a rest! The Beile will be back soon." Zhang Mama advised, "Why don't you make two dishes yourself to thank the Beile?"

  "What? Thank you?" Lin Qingyu rubbed her ears, disbelieving, "Nanny, what did Grandfather do that I need to thank him for? Speak clearly! Hmm..."

  Seeing her own wife's threatening eyes, Zhang Niangniang wisely changed her words.

  "The old slave said, 'If you, Fu Jin, personally cook two dishes, who knows, maybe Beile Ye will be so pleased that he'll waive the remaining two pieces of clothing?'"

  Is it possible?

  Lin Qingyu thought seriously, what was the probability that Yongzheng would change his decision due to excitement?

  Want to give it a try?

  Good! Lin Qingyu threw down the half-finished clothes in her hands and walked into the kitchen. Before she got married, she had embroidered many pieces of embroidery, some for her new home, some as gifts to give away. Now she has been embroidering continuously for a month, is her hand hurt?

  The old lady looked at her mistress with a somewhat restless and expectant mood, thinking silently in her heart: Mistress, I'm doing this for your own good! Cooking a good dinner to please the Beile master, perhaps he won't be angry anymore! And then he won't be scowling all day long, and we servants won't have to tremble with fear all day either!

  As soon as she thought of Yun Chen's dark face for the past month, Zhang Mama couldn't help but shudder. Really, Master Bei Le's dark face was really too scary, and this old slave couldn't take it anymore!

  So, Fugui, for you, for everyone, please don't be careless and go up! (It's like Handa-kun is possessing me...)

  Lin Qingyu was cooking dinner in the small kitchen with an expectant heart. As soon as she thought that someone would be delighted by her cooking and exempt her from her embroidery work, she felt a thrill of excitement.

  Someone who is busy with excitement has obviously forgotten that there is a saying: the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

  Lin Qingyu made four dishes with meat and three vegetarian dishes, along with a soup. The dishes included steamed venison, braised chicken with bamboo shoots, steamed drunken shrimp, boiled fish, sautéed eggplant, lotus root and other vegetables, pearl and ginseng stew, osmanthus sugar purple yam, and baby cabbage and mushroom stew.

  Just finished cooking, someone came to report, Master Beile is back.

  Lin Qingyu tidied herself up and went to greet him. She thought that she would behave a bit better tonight, so... thinking this way, her face was filled with a happy smile. Yongzheng stepped inside the door and saw his own wife with a silly-looking smile on her face.

  "Dad, you're back!"

  He glanced at her and didn't say a word. Just by looking at her, he knew she had something to ask for. Let's see how long she can hold on. Anyway, he wasn't in a hurry!

  Lin Qingyu hastily went over to help Yongzheng change his clothes and personally served him as he washed up.

  After Xian sat down, Lin Qingyu pointed to a table of dishes and asked him with an expectant expression: "These were all made by me personally in the kitchen, sir. Try some and see what you think?"

  Yongzheng's face was very calm, if not for the hand holding chopsticks that paused for a moment, revealing his emotions! Yongzheng was indeed somewhat surprised, he had figured out his wife at home over the past month, and she wouldn't be so enthusiastic without reason. What is she trying to stir up today?

  He picked up a pair of chopsticks and tasted the Pearl Nourishing Heart dish. His eyes lit up slightly, unexpectedly finding it to his taste. However, what he said was: "Hmm, not bad!"

  "Well, can't you just let it go this once, considering the meal we're having? Can't you just waive the remaining two items of clothing?" Lin Qingyu looked at Yongzheng with a radiant face.

  Facing Lin Qingyu's piercing gaze, even if he was normally expressionless, he couldn't help but feel a little unnatural. Looking away, Yongzheng lowered his head to pick at his food and said, "Of course..."

  "Grandpa, you're so great!" Lin Qingyu was overjoyed, her eyebrows dancing with excitement. It's clear how she feels about the girl. She smiled contentedly, feeling that this meal was worth it.

  "It won't work!"

  "Ah......" Lin Qingyu's face turned red with anger. How can you be like this? You're even panting while talking! Damn it! You got me all excited for nothing.

  Lin Qingyu suddenly felt weak all over, and sat down listlessly, nibbling on a piece of fish.

  "Ugh... ugh..." Lin Qingyu felt a wave of nausea as soon as the fish entered her mouth, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

  On the other side, Zhang's wife saw this situation and thought that Fu Jin hadn't had her period for ten days already, so she understood in her heart. She didn't expect that their own Fu Jin would become pregnant so quickly, and her face was smiling like a chrysanthemum flower.

  Yongzheng ordered Su Peisheng, who was standing beside him, to summon the imperial physician.

  "Master Baile, Cui'er from beside Princess Song has something to report." Maid Mengyi came in to report.

  "Let her in."

  Cui'er rushed in and knelt down with a thud, saying: "Please, Prince Beile, save Gege!"

  As soon as these words came out, everyone in the house except Yongzheng's face turned black. These words seemed to be saying that someone was unfavorable to Song Gege. Thinking deeply, is it meant to say that Fuchun is not good at managing the household?

  Lin Qingyu didn't even bat an eyelid upon hearing this and continued to vomit profusely.

  "Keke...... keke...... she, she fainted......"

  Yin Zhen heard this and raised an eyebrow, saying in a cold voice, "What do you want from me? I'm not the imperial physician, go summon Imperial Physician Xuan."

  "Yes!"

  Cui'er had just left when Liu'er, who was beside Madame Wu, also arrived.

  "Prince, my sister has fainted!"

  Before anyone in the house had any reaction, Zhang's beloved son also arrived.

  Before Lian'er could speak, Yin Zhen raised an eyebrow and said, "Zhang also fainted."

  "Prince Baile, how did you know...?" Lian'er was stunned and thought: Prince Baile is really amazing.

  Well, this is great, and they all fainted together.

  Fainting is also contagious!

  There are buns now~~~~~~

  Baozi was born and could cultivate his true self...

  La la la...... scattering flowers......