After Mrs. Wu entered the palace, her situation became much better.
The imperial doctors... checked the population in the capital and found out many people who were on errands, including officials, officials and craftsmen. If the officials were willing, they could return to their original positions after inspection. In this way, the various ministries and yamen of Daxia slowly reunited.
, so Tai Hospital also has... Li Minglou’s symptoms do not require them to be called, but Mrs. Wu’s situation requires them to consult and prescribe medicine.
The imperial doctors looked carefully, looked, listened, asked, and boiled the medicine with needles. They didn't know whether it was because of the effect of the medicine or because they didn't have to rush to panic. Mrs. Wu gradually recovered her mood.
Just put the swaddling clothes next to you at night and you can fall asleep.
If Li Minglou is around during the day, he won't walk around in a panic.
"Madam still can't live without young lady." Jin Jue said twitchingly. She wanted to pretend to be strong. After all, she was Madam Chu's eldest daughter and couldn't be embarrassed. But when she saw young lady, she just wanted to cry.
Li Minglou looked at the woman sitting on the couch and gently smelled the fragrance of tea, and said, "I can't live without her either."
Mrs. Wu got better after entering the palace, and she also got better after receiving Mrs. Wu.
She pulled up her sleeve and looked at her arm. The wound was still wrapped in cloth, but no new blood had seeped out. When she changed the dressing this morning, she saw that the wound was no longer so hideous, and it might be able to heal.
This should be because Mrs. Wu kept calling her Que'er. She was her Que'er, not Li Minglou.
Jin Jue looked at Li Minglou's arms. When she was at the city gate, she saw Li Minglou wearing a robe covering his whole body. She was not puzzled. In the capital, a lady must stay out of sight. When she entered the palace, she saw that she was covered with layers of curtains.
She immediately thought of the wrapped Haitang Palace and Li Minglou who did not take off his robe and veil even after entering the palace.
The lady's illness has recurred again!
In the morning, Fang Er came to change the lady's dressing... The skin exposed after removing the cloth did not have the ulcers that Jin Jue had imagined he had seen at first, but Fang Er followed Li Minglou's treatment seriously and carefully.
After giving instructions, Li Minglou applied layer upon layer of medicine. Li Minglou shivered in pain as the medicine touched the wound. This was even more terrifying.
The injuries on the young lady’s body can only be seen by the young lady! What’s going on? Why?
Li Minglou did not hide it from her: "Because I revealed my identity, the curse took effect."
Jin Jue decided not to call Miss "Miss" anymore, but to call her "Miss Que'er" instead.
"Are you really feeling better?" She carefully held Li Minglou's arm and asked.
Li Minglou nodded: "Much better."
At least the sunlight outside no longer looks like a knife.
She looked outside, the curtain was lifted, and Yuanji came in with Zhongliu, holding a thick booklet in his hand.
The hotel staff found out that Mrs. Wu fell ill.
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"Except for the innkeeper, the clerk, and the handyman, I checked the people who lived there three days before and after Madam checked in."
"The registrations these people made along the way were also found and verified."
"There are two thousand three hundred people in total."
"What you outline with an ink pen can confirm that the information is correct."
"Zhubi's information is uncertain."
When walking around the capital, there are checks both overt and covert. People will leave behind their wealth and origins, and they will gather from big cities, small towns, or even roadside porridge and tea stalls to the yamen in charge of the capital.
The information is correct, that is, the place of birth, identity, and surname are the same no matter where they are registered. Of course, without knowing whether it is true or not, at least it is certain that it is always the same person.
The information that is uncertain is that a person only has one information, as if he suddenly appeared in the capital, or as if he suddenly disappeared after entering the capital. This must be because the information registered each time is different.
Even so, the information was still very messy, and they didn’t know what to tell. Zhongliu and Yuanji looked at Li Minglou who sat down to examine it carefully. They understood what Li Minglou meant and suspected that Mrs. Wu had met an old acquaintance, but now the biggest
The problem is, they don't know the origin of Mrs. Wu's net worth at all.
Li Minglou read quickly, running his fingers across the book, turning page by page...
Zhongliu and Yuanji looked at each other. This was not identification, but searching, right?
Li Minglou was a little nervous. She didn't know if what she was thinking was right. She couldn't stop reading line by line. When that word really jumped into her sight, her shallow breathing stopped momentarily.
Her sliding fingers stiffened, and then she slowly brushed over the line of words.
Wu's uncle and nephew, together with ten servants, were people from Songzhou and came to Beijing to find friends.
Wu family, Songzhou.
Yuan Ji saw Li Minglou's reaction and hurriedly leaned over to take a look. When he saw this surname, he also remembered that Wu Ya'er once wrote a letter saying that his life experience could not be disclosed for some reasons. At that time, Li Minglou guessed that Wu Ya'er
The son may be the Wu family of Shangqiu, Songzhou.
Because they all have the surname Wu.
He thought the lady was joking, but now it seems that the lady is taking it seriously?
"First of all, we don't know whether Wu Ya'er's surname is true or not." Yuan Ji said, "Secondly, Wu Ya'er's surname is Wu, and his wife may not necessarily be named Wu."
Why did the young lady identify with the Wu family of Songzhou?
Yuan Ji pointed at the page and said, "Look, miss, there is also someone named Wu here."
A woman surnamed Wu, with a young daughter, lived in a D-shaped house in Lane 3, Wudao Street, Xicheng City, Beijing, and sold fried cakes.
"Why don't you ask this?" Yuan Ji said.
"It's not a coincidence." Li Minglou said, her fingers still stopped at the line of Songzhou Wu family. The first coincidence was that Songzhou Wu family was where Mrs. Wu fell ill. The second coincidence was that Wu Ya'er recognized Songzhou Wu family in that life.
Return to the clan...
There are so many martial arts in the world, why doesn't he look elsewhere?
Is that so? Just look it up and you’ll find out.
Li Minglou clapped his hands on Wu's group and then clasped them, asking who to investigate? People in the sixth grade will still attract attention if they do these things, but others will pay attention. If Wu Ya'er knew...
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He told himself that his life experience cannot be revealed, but now he goes to check him out, which is not good.
It's not that Li Minglou has a big psychological burden. She even knows how he died in his last life, so what else can't she know?
Mainly because he was afraid that Wu Ya'er would know about it and have some thoughts that would alarm God.
Li Minglou raised her head and looked outside, her eyes lit up, she thought of someone.
"What is Mr. Lian doing? Invite him."
Yuanji's expression changed again: "Miss, what did you do when you saw him!"
It was because of him that the young lady fell ill again.
Li Minglou said: "Don't be afraid." She stood up and walked to Mrs. Wu in front of the couch, saying softly, "Mom, I have something to say to someone at home."
When Mrs. Wu, who seemed to be in a daze, raised her head to look at her, a smile appeared on her face: "Okay, Que'er, talk to people properly and don't make any noise."
Li Minglou responded: "I know, I don't quarrel with others."
She turned back and signaled to Yuanji.
Yuanji looks complicated, is this okay?
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When Lian Xiaojun walked in, the curtains of Haitang Palace were hanging, and there were two more people beside Li Minglou, a white-haired woman drinking tea, and a pretty girl baking fruits.
"It turns out that Madam and Miss Jinju are here." Lian Xiaojun said, patting his heart gently, "I was really frightened. I thought Madam was ignoring me."
His words were affectionate and his expression was relaxed. He seemed to have forgotten what had happened before, and he no longer regarded Li Minglou as his cousin...
The white-haired woman couldn't hear what he said. Kumquat looked at him with her eyes and smashed open a dried fruit.
Not because of the flirtatious words he said, but because it was this man who made the young lady sick.
Lian Xiaojun didn't care, his eyes were only fixed on Li Minglou.
Li Minglou nodded and admitted: "I was busy and forgot."
Originally, after Weiwei arrived, Lian Xiaojun had to be let go.
"Now is the right time." Li Minglou said, "Send Wei Wan over when you go back. I have something to ask him for help."
Lian Xiaojun immediately knew that the future had come.
"What do you want Wei Wei to do?" he asked frankly and curiously, "Wei Wei is doing business with me, how can you use him instead of me?"
Li Minglou said: "The business he does is different from yours."
Lian Xiaojun said oh, and stopped asking further: "Then will my wife still do business?"
Li Minglou said: "Of course we will do it. How to do it specifically, I will ask the officials to come up with a charter and calculate how much rice is needed and how much money can be paid."
Lian Xiaojun smiled: "It's good that Madam still has me in her heart."
He got up and walked out, walked a few steps and then stopped.
"I've told you to come back and live there again. It's more convenient for you to be at home."
Speaking of being at home, he winked at Li Minglou and told their secret.
Yuan Ji interrupted coldly from the side: "What's not a home? This is a palace, not a home. Mr. Lian, please get out of here."
Lian Xiaojun looked at him and said, "What are we doing when we are so separated?"
Yuanji couldn't listen to this family, and looked even more anxious. Li Minglou smiled and said: "You go and do your work first, and I will find you later."