Chapter 66 Mrs. Wen
Butler Zhou is the chief steward of Wen Mansion.
He has been working in the Wen Mansion for decades. He has been able to survive from being a boy beside Mr. Wen when he was young to being the big housekeeper today, all because of his ability to figure out Mr. Wen's thoughts. .
But today, he didn’t know what to do.
Just pacing back and forth outside Qingfeng Pavilion, hesitating and not daring to go in.
Just then, Chuntao, the maid next to Old Master Wen, walked out of the door with a tray. On the tray was the medicine bowl that the old lady had just finished drinking. There was still a layer of black medicine residue left at the bottom of the celadon bowl.
"Did the old man take a rest?" Butler Zhou stepped forward and asked softly.
Chuntao shook her head and said: "The old man just drank the medicine and said that the pain was unbearable. He asked me to go to the kitchen to get some sweet soup."
"I didn't expect that the old man would be such a heroic person. , but now she has a childish temper." She chuckled.
At this time, a vicissitudes of life and calm voice sounded in the room: "Chuntao, who is outside?"
It turned out that Mrs. Wen heard the rustling conversation outside and asked this question.
Chun Tao responded loudly: "To tell you what the old man is saying, it is Butler Zhou who is here to find you."
Completely ignoring Butler Zhou's wink.
“Let him come in.”
As he said that, several coughs came out.
"Yes." Chuntao turned to signal to Butler Zhou and pursed her lips.
Steward Zhou sighed softly, took a deep breath, and then slowly walked into Qingfeng Pavilion.
In the Qingfeng Pavilion, the charcoal fire was burning extremely brightly. The heat and the strong smell of medicine mixed together, making Butler Zhou feel dizzy.
Old Mrs. Wen, wearing a dark fox fur cloak, was half leaning on the carved couch by the window, holding a volume of ancient books in his hand, and was reading with the light coming from the window.
Although he is old and has recently contracted an illness, making him much weaker, his eyes are still as sharp as an eagle, revealing his extraordinary demeanor.
Butler Zhou stepped forward, bowed, and called, "Old Master..." and then muttered without daring to speak.
"Say it." Old Mrs. Wen did not raise his head, still looking at the book in his hand intently, but there was an undeniable majesty in his voice.
His butler has always been mature and prudent, and rarely finds himself in such a difficult situation. Now there must be something extremely difficult.
Steward Zhou's heart tightened, but he still reported truthfully: "Old Master, someone is coming from the Weaving Institute."
Hearing this, Old Master Wen paused from the ancient book in his hand and raised his eyes to look at Butler Zhou , said calmly: "For that weird thing? Isn't this matter already concluded?"
"Tell them that I have kicked that weird thing out of my house and have nothing to do with it from now on."
Butler Zhou knew that the "trick" that Old Mrs. Wen was talking about was Miss Wen.
He also watched Miss Wen grow up. When she was a child, Miss Wen used to say "Grandpa Zhou" and was very sweet. As she grew up, she became more and more calm and reserved, and she no longer looked like the naughty and mischievous little devil she used to be. .
Now that Miss Wen has ended up like this, he was unexpected and couldn't bear it.
He knew that Old Mrs. Wen must not be able to bear it. Miss Wen was his most beloved granddaughter. Last night, he saw Old Mrs. Wen secretly wiping away tears.
Just for the sake of family honor, I have to be cruel.
“I heard from the government office that it was true, but... there was a woman who claimed to be Miss Wen’s good friend. She insisted that Miss Wen was killed by a strange thing and asked Wanshitang to come and investigate. "
"Also..." Housekeeper Zhou swallowed, glanced at Old Mrs. Wen's face, and continued, "We want to search the Wen Mansion..."
After hearing this, Old Mrs. Wen said, A trace of anger flashed across his face and his eyes were deep: "Why do they have it? Our Wen family has been prominent for generations. When did we end up being randomly searched?" "Wanshitang is just a vassal of the Weaving Institute to make money. Although It's someone from the Weaving Institute, but he's just entrusted with the job. He has no real power or credentials, so ignore it."
"The same goes for these people. It's almost dinner time, and they still come to disturb you. They really don't know the etiquette."
"You can just deal with it as you like and send it off...ahem..."
Mr. Wen was very impatient. After talking a few more words, he couldn't help but cough violently.
Steward Zhou hurriedly stepped forward and patted the old man's vest, and while helping him calm down, he said: "Yes, old man, I wanted to reject them like this, but..."
Steward Zhou There was a pause, as if there was something unspeakable.
"But what?" Old Mrs. Wen finally calmed down and his voice became colder.
Steward Zhou hesitated and said: "It's just that the woman has already said... that if they don't let them search, she will let the whole Qinghe know that there is something wrong in our house."
"I know this kind of rumor is nothing, but now that Mr. Wen is at a critical stage for promotion, it is scandalous that his daughter suffered such a disaster. Moreover, It seems that the Holy One intends to raise the status of the Weaving Institute to a higher level..."
"In addition, you also said that the issue of strange objects is very sensitive in the imperial court..."
What Mr. Wen likes most is Butler Zhou's cautiousness, so he often asks Butler Zhou to learn to read the newspaper and discuss current affairs of the government and the public.
He has always had smooth sailing and has become accustomed to being fearless, so he still needs Butler Zhou's perspective occasionally.
After listening to this, Mrs. Wen frowned and was silent for a while, and then said calmly: "In that case, let them search it."
Steward Zhou felt a chill in his heart. , nodded and said: "Okay, I'll go and take them myself."
Just as he turned around to leave, Mrs. Wen said again: "Wait a minute, let your mother-in-law accompany them for a while, you Come with me to a place."
"But your body..." Butler Zhou said worriedly.
Although Mr. Wen is a practitioner, old injuries have recurred in recent years and his body has become weaker and weaker.
"It doesn't matter," Mr. Wen waved his hand, "I know my body."
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If it weren't for the fact that Fu Ze and Liao Chengpeng were both calm-tempered people, Most people would lose their temper after being left waiting in the front hall for such a long time.
However, Liu Sheng had also reminded them a long time ago that for the Wen family, the search was extremely humiliating and embarrassing, and her words were just a try to see if they could work.
She also knew that it would take some time for the housekeeper to ask the old man for instructions that week, so it was better to wait peacefully and eat all the various exquisite tea fruits served by the maid.
She didn’t eat them into wontons anyway.
She had already thought about it. If it really didn't work, she would just climb the wall.
Fortunately, at this time, an old woman who looked to be in her fifties or sixties came out of the back hall with a young maid.
It seems that her backup plan can be put on hold for now.
With a warm smile on her face, the old grandma greeted: "I'm really sorry to keep you waiting for so long. My husband is not in good health and it's inconvenient to receive guests. Please forgive me."
"But my family is not in good health. The master has always respected the Weaving Institute to resist strange things. Gong, you should cooperate well, and specially asked me to take the three of you around the house."
The old mama has a natural sense of intimacy when speaking, and her smile is enthusiastic, but Liu Sheng can feel it. Her kind smiling eyes were full of indifference and arrogance.
"But please be sure to abide by the rules of our civil service. Some places are not convenient for entering and exiting at will for searches. I believe you can understand."
Speaking of the last sentence, the old lady smiled. A little more cold.
(End of this chapter)