After Xiao Chengyou left, dusk was approaching, and Butler Zhang came to Wenyuntang. The attendants he brought behind him moved boxes of good things into Wenyuntang.

I wonder if Xiao Chengyou said something to Butler Zhang. Unlike the last time when he stood with Chen Yuxiao and showed off his power, Butler Zhang was smiling all over his face and asked Fu Ling if there was anything wrong with him. carry.

Fu Ling didn't have a good impression of Butler Zhang and quickly sent him away.

Looking at Butler Zhang's leaving figure, she frowned again, thinking of the cook who was coerced by him last time, feeling a little worried.

Fu Ling selected a few items sent by Butler Zhang, and then called Xiang Lan, "Go get some silver and give it to the cook and her daughter you met that day. If Butler Zhang keeps pestering her, let her take her daughter out of the general's mansion. ”

Although she is a noble concubine, her monthly salary is not that much. In addition, she has almost no dowry, so the gold and silver aspects seem to be a bit restrictive at the moment.

Fu Ling pondered for a moment, calculated the time, and wrote another list and handed it to Xiang Lan, "Go to the street tomorrow and buy the materials on this list."

Xiang Lan knew Fu Ling's intention at a glance and asked, "Madam, do you want to do some craftsmanship?"

The ghost ball is a skill that Fu Ling's master learned when he traveled far and wide, and he taught it to only one person.

It is a wonderful toy that is only found in southern Fujian. Each layer can be rotated in all directions. The patterns carved on it are transparent and exquisite. It requires extremely exquisite hollowing skills to make. Not only children like it, but many wealthy families will also buy it. Collection, the price is very impressive.

Fu Ling nodded, "I'll make more money by selling before the spring hunting, so I can buy some jewelry, so that I won't lose face to His Highness."

Thinking of Xiao Chengyou, she added another note between the materials, "Make one that can hold a candle in the middle. It will be perfect as a night light for His Royal Highness."

Xianglan agreed and came back before nightfall.

"The cook is very touched and wants to come and thank you personally, Madam." Xiang Lan said.

Fu Ling didn't want to start a big fight, so she shook her head, "No need, as long as their mother and daughter can live a good life."

Xianglan knew that Fu Ling was doing this, and it was inevitable that she would be reminded of the difficult days she and Zheng had in the mansion, and couldn't help but sigh, "Madam is a kind-hearted person, and she will definitely be blessed."

Fu Ling smiled and was noncommittal.

"By the way, I just met Aunt Wang on the way to the dining room." Xiang Lan seemed to remember something, with a look of compassion on her face, and lowered her voice in Fu Ling's ear.

"The Third Young Master is living a miserable life. It is said that he is so ill that he can't even get out of bed. Aunt Wang can't even get ginger soup."

When Fu Ling heard this, his expression suddenly became serious.

Chen Yuxiao and Butler Zhang controlled everything in the general's mansion, and their attitude towards the heavy mother and son was no longer the same as before.

Shen Zhong returned the pen she gave him last time. She owed him a favor after all, and it would be a good thing if her medical skills could be put to use.

"Where are the other people in the mansion?" Fu Ling asked.

Xianglan thought for a moment, "His Royal Highness has been out for a while, and I don't know where he went. The old lady took Aunt Chen to the temple. It seems that she went to pray for the general."

"Just right," Fu Ling nodded, "Wen Yun Tang doesn't need that much silver charcoal sent by the butler. You can pretend to be some and send it to the Third Young Master with me."

Xiang Lan agreed, and Fu Ling selected some more books from Wenyuntang and brought them over with them.

The snow was heavy at night, and the thin ice made a soft collapsing sound when I stepped on it, and a chill penetrated through the soles of my shoes.

It was desolate and cold in the distance behind, and the cold wind blew directly under the eaves of the corridor.

Xiang Lan knocked on the door, but no one answered for a long time.

She turned to look at Fu Ling, and saw that the tip of her nose was red from the cold, and the broken hair on her temples was blown back by the wind. The clear moonlight penetrated the thick shadow of the trees and was reflected in her light gray eyes.

"Is there anyone there?" Xianglan shouted towards the courtyard, just slightly lost in thought.

Fu Ling took turns knocking on the door with her. After an unknown amount of time, an extraordinary-looking but slightly older woman opened the door. She was exhausted and her eyes were still covered with bruises.

"Aunt Wang, it's me!" Xiang Lan quickly explained her purpose.

Seeing Fu Ling behind Xiang Lan, Aunt Wang was obviously a little shocked. She didn't expect that the Crown Princess would come in person. She pursed her lips and said after a while, "Come in quickly, it's cold in the night."

"I know some medical skills," Fu Ling explained, "perhaps I can help the Third Young Master with his diagnosis and treatment."

Aunt Wang was so moved that she thanked her repeatedly, talked about her serious illness, and sighed:

"Chong'er has been suffering from a high fever since the day before yesterday. The housekeeper Zhang and Aunt Chen are colluding with each other. Not only did they not allow me to call a doctor, they even refused to let me ask for a bowl of ginger soup to warm up Chong'er. After all, Chong'er is also a bloodline of the General's Mansion. …”

Her voice was filled with tears, and her whole body seemed to collapse.

Fu Ling followed Aunt Wang's footsteps and walked all the way. The whole yard was dark, with luxuriant grass and broken bricks and rocks everywhere. It seemed like a desolate place where ghosts were rampant. Only a small candle was burning in the room, flickering.

The room was as cold as falling into an ice cave. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed heavily. His eyebrows were pale, his originally pale complexion was almost as pale as paper, and his thin lips were also sickly white.

Seeing Fu Ling coming, he sat up straight. His long black hair fell down, covering half of his face. In the flickering candlelight, only his pair of bright black eyes were shining, slightly raised. Looking over, he looked wary and distant.

He said nothing and let Fu Ling diagnose his pulse.

His wrist was so thin that it seemed like only bones were left, but it was extremely hot to the touch, like burning fire.

Fu Ling carefully checked his pulse, and suddenly he tilted his head and coughed twice. Following his movements, some hair fell on the back of Fu Ling's hand, brushing it softly. It was as light as him, but thin and colorful. And rich.

Fu Ling quickly lowered her head and filled out the prescription, and then wrote a note, instructing Aunt Wang to go to the pharmacy opened by her master to get the medicine.

Aunt Wang was grateful and asked, "The Crown Princess hasn't eaten yet. If you don't mind my simplicity, why don't you go back with some food?"

"I appreciate Aunt Wang's kindness." Fu Ling hesitated for a moment, not wanting to publicize the matter. He shook his head and said, "There are still some matters in Wenyun Hall, so I will stay here soon."

Aunt Wang agreed repeatedly and sent Fu Ling off. The courtyard door opened a crack, and the cold moonlight poured in. Fang could see that Fu Ling's clothes were slightly wet from the rain and snow.

Seeing this, Aunt Wang handed a heavy tung oil umbrella not far away to Fu Ling, "It's a long way back, Crown Princess, please take this umbrella."

Fu Ling nodded and accepted it. The tung oil umbrella was a little old and the handle was very cold.