When Mo Hen was having tea for the fifth time, Li Zhao came. Through the gauze curtain, he could hear someone in the cave telling stories vividly, as well as Song Qingyue's silver bell-like laughter! He opened the curtain and strode in,

Asked: "What happy things are you talking about? Let me tell you too."

Although the two nuns had never met Li Zhao, they could guess that this handsome and handsome young man was the Crown Prince Su, so they quickly stood up and saluted.

Li Zhao waved his hand: "Mommies, you don't have to be polite." After saying that, he pushed Song Qingyue to the side, sat down next to her, then moved her whole body onto his lap, and leaned over her.

He took a sip of her pink cheeks and saw that her little face was as red as a small lantern. She pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "What are you talking about? Are you smiling so happily?"

The two nuns were a little confused by His Highness the Crown Prince's unruly behavior. Song Qingyue put her hand on his face to prevent him from messing around again, and winked at the two nuns: "I didn't say anything, just some petty parents."

little things.”

The two nuns agreed, blessed themselves, and left together with the maids.

Li Zhao couldn't wait for everyone to leave, so he couldn't wait to take out a few pieces of paper from his pocket, and held them up to Song Qingyue like a treasure, "Take a look!"

Song Qingyue burst out laughing, took a few pages of paper and read them carefully. She squinted at Li Zhao and saw that he had his chest raised and his chin raised, as if he was waiting for her praise.

"How's it going? In the morning, several more restaurants came to buy. I saw that there were many restaurants, so I wrote three supply instructions for one year and asked them to bid. Whoever bids the highest price will be supplied by us. Tong

Don't be fooled. There's also this dishwashing soap, and I've also signed a few supply contracts for you."

Song Qingyue lowered her eyes and looked at the deeds. Sure enough, these three families were Cyclamen, which was related to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Liuquanju, which was owned by the prince's family, and Yichun House, which was related to the Feng family. Although Yichun House was a brothel, Yichun House's

The food and wine are also considered top-notch in the capital.

If two families have enough to supply three families, then each family will get a smaller portion, which can always be distributed evenly.

She took a closer look at the deed of Liuquanju. The amount was the same as that of the other two restaurants. Song Qingyue hummed with satisfaction and said, "But I estimate that in half a year at most, other restaurants will be able to study how to make potato vermicelli."

come out."

Li Zhao clicked his tongue indifferently: "That's different, this is not just about vermicelli, it's about the reputation of the restaurant and its status in the world! If my family has it but yours doesn't, that means you are not as good as me. Otherwise, you think

Are they willing to spend so much money just to buy a few potatoes from you?"

Song Qingyue pointed to the soap supply instructions and asked: "What about this? You want cyclists to buy my soap? What do you want the Ministry of Internal Affairs to think?"

Li Zhao smiled profoundly, with a look that said you should just relax. He stretched out his hand to help her neatly fold the stack of papers, put them on the coffee table with the edge, and said: "You let the ladies in the palace

, the wives of the princes and princes know that the Ministry of Internal Affairs not only makes soap for them to use in bathing, but also soaps used by restaurant cooks to wash dishes and tablecloths? What do you want them to think? Where do they put their face? The Ministry of Internal Affairs

Where do you put your face?"

Song Qingyue pouted slightly, nodded slightly to show that she understood, and then said: "Then you, the dignified prince of Prince Su's palace, can have face by bargaining with a group of merchants for a few hundred taels of silver?"

Li Zhao snorted: "Of course I want Lin Wanfu to come forward. How can I do such a thing myself?"

Song Qingyue laughed: "Then I should thank Eunuch Xiaolin."

"You need to clean up!"

Li Zhao was so angry that he pressed her on the couch and bullied her.

At night, Song Qingyue was held in Li Zhao's arms, and they were leaning against each other, their ears and temples rubbing against each other. He whispered softly into her ear, talking about all kinds of things that had happened in the past month or so. matter.

Song Qingyue felt that it was too intimate. She and Li Zhao seemed to be a couple who had been in love with each other for a long time.

This thought made her very uncomfortable, so she twisted her body a few times, trying to get further away from him. Li Zhao felt that she wanted to hide away again, and the numb and cold pain in his heart came back - - He has done so much for her, but deep down she still refuses to appreciate him!

The muscles of her arms worked angrily, pressing her body tightly against his.

"Come with me to Daningwei tomorrow," he said.

Song Qingyue was shocked: "What happened?"

"..." Li Zhao buried his face in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath. He shook his head slightly and said dullly, "It's okay."

"Can't bear to leave you."

For a long time, Song Qingyue didn't answer anything, she didn't even move.

Li Zhao was a little disappointed. He hugged her and closed his eyes to sleep. Song Qingyue moved at this time, turned around, looked at Li Zhao calmly with a pair of beautiful almond eyes, and said calmly: "Then I will follow you tomorrow. Go ahead."

This is really surprising.

Song Qingyue felt that Li Zhao's eyes were like an oil tank being set on fire for a moment. The raging fire was so intense that she couldn't bear it. She turned away her eyes and tried to explain in a calm tone: "I just happened to go over to pick some workers. Zhuangzi is here to help. It may not be enough."

A big smile broke out on Li Zhao's face, and there was a smile between his brows and eyes. Such Li Zhao was so handsome that it made people feel trance-like.

He turned over and pressed her down, held her face, and kissed her deeply...

~~~~~

The next day, Li Zhao got up at the beginning of the year. Song Qingyue was still confused. She closed her eyes and asked the maids to help her wash and dress up. A quarter of an hour later, she followed Li Zhao and boarded the carriage to the Daningwei barracks.

The carriage was traveling very fast today and was especially bumpy. Song Qingyue woke up halfway. After passing Baoding Fucheng, there was a cement road from Fucheng to Daningwei Military Camp, which was much smoother.

Li Zhao asked people to put breakfast on the carriage.

It is convenient to have a self-heating lunch box. You can also eat steamed buns, steamed dumplings, etc. hot. Song Qingyue took small bites of her favorite Sanding buns, while Li Zhao gracefully looked aside. It may be strange to say that, But Li Zhao can do it, eating elegantly and quickly.

Li Zhao was full and looked at Song Qingyue eating with a smile, and suddenly asked: "You were obviously born in Lingnan, the Song family's ancestral home is in Jiangling, and Mr. Song only stayed in the capital for a few years, why does your taste look more like Lianghuai? From the Jiangnan area?”

Song Qingyue's chewing movements stagnated. Really? She didn't notice it herself. She just ordered whatever she wanted. If you want to say why it tastes Jiangnan, it's naturally because she was born in Jiangnan in her previous life, and her favorite was Huaiyang. It's a dish, but I couldn't say it out loud, so I just pretended to be stupid: "Really?"

Li Zhao held up his head and stared at her, as if observing some interesting little animal, and said with a smile: "I think your favorite breakfast is Yangzhou's Sanding buns, fish soup, three delicacies wontons, and tofu." You also like to eat salty food, so you should also sprinkle a lot of white shrimp skin from West Lake. You will eat Jinling’s assorted vegetables with almost every meal. The braised lion’s head and stir-fried pumpkin vines served last night are also from the Jiangnan area. People love to eat. I heard from Ji Quanfu that because the concubine of my family usually likes to order Huaiyang cuisine, our palace’s dining room specially invited a cook who can cook Huaiyang cuisine."

So, that cook followed Zhuangzi? No wonder the recent meals have made people feel so comfortable.

Song Qingyue suddenly realized that many of the things she loved to eat had to be transported from the south of the Yangtze River, which naturally cost a lot of money. She put down the Sanding buns in her hand in confusion and asked: "I, I don't know... is it...

Is it over the limit? I can make up the money myself."

Li Zhao laughed and said, "If my prince's concubine wants to eat something and she has to pay for it, where do you want my prince's face to go?" He then reached out and pinched her cheek, "You can eat whatever you want.

Don’t worry. This little bit doesn’t mean anything.”

As soon as the convoy arrived at the military camp, Li Zhao left little Eunuch Qin to take care of Song Qingyue and went to the commander's camp to do something.

When Song Qingyue came to the camp this time, she obviously felt that the atmosphere was very different from before. The number of people was much larger than before, and the military tents stretched as far as the eye could see.

Little Eunuch Qin went into the tent to make tea for Song Qingyue. Song Qingyue was very familiar with this young father-in-law. She asked with a smile: "What is little Eunuch Qin called Fu?"

She discovered that the names of the chief attendants around King Su all had the word "en" in their names, and the names of the chief attendants around Li Zhao all had the word "福" in their names.

Young Eunuch Qin said with a smile: "If I come back as a concubine, the younger one's name will be Jifu."

"Approximately how many people are there in the military camp now?"

Qin Jifu answered carefully: "I heard that 30,000 troops were transferred from the northwest, and 50,000 troops were transferred from the Northeast and Liaodong. Adding in the original troops stationed in Xiyangzhong and Daningwei, the total number now is about 170,000.

.”

Song Qingyue took a sip of tea and asked, "Is there anyone from the Ning family too?"

Qin Jifu nodded: "Here comes Third Master Ning and Fourth Master Guo from Anyang House." Worried that Song Qingyue didn't know about the Guo family, he added, "The eighth lady Guo who is engaged to the third son of our family is this Fourth Master Guo.

The eldest daughter."

Song Qingyue felt funny in her heart. Today's emperor is really interesting. If he uses Prince Jing as the coach, he will have to send a bunch of generals who have some relationship with Prince Su's palace. If Prince Su wants to prevent Prince Jing from making meritorious deeds, wouldn't it cost a lot more money?

Meaningless internal friction?

Is this part of the original novel included?

The original novel has more than 4 million words and more than 1,000 chapters, and she stayed up late to read it, which was very sloppy. When she read the last few chapters, she could not remember many details of the previous article, not to mention Song Qingyue.

To be honest, that was almost sixteen years ago! And as time goes by, her memory of that book is becoming more and more blurry...

At this time, Mo Yun and Mo Xiang walked in from outside the tent and greeted Song Qingyue. After working hard for a long time, both of them were tanned. Mo Xiang was so aggrieved that she wanted to cry. She always wore a wide straw hat when going out.

, why are you still tanned?

Song Qingyue hurriedly consoled her: "I'll ask Miss Meng or my grandmother another day to see if there is any whitening formula."

Mo Zhu had a lively temperament and immediately interrupted: "There may be some from Grandma Zhang and Grandma Tong too!"

Song Qingyue smiled and said: "That's right, the ladies in the palace rely on the secret recipes of the two nuns to take care of themselves. They must have useful whitening formulas on their hands. By the way, what interesting things happened in the military camp recently?

Mo Yun then talked about some things they encountered during disaster relief. After she finished speaking, Mo Xiang added some more. When Meng Wanfeng was mentioned, Mo Xiang suddenly showed unwillingness, but hesitated again, as if he didn't know what to do.

You shouldn't tell Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue said: "Tell me, I just want to ask about Miss Meng."

Mo Xiang sighed and said: "I wonder if the Imperial Concubine has heard that the soldiers in the military camp and the people near Daningwei call her the "Little Medical Fairy". She has some amazing medical skills! Imperial Concubine, are you here?

They don’t know how much was done behind the scenes. The alcohol in Miss Meng’s hands and the needles and threads used to sew the wounds were all provided by us! And the medical skills of how to sew wounds, weren’t they taught by the doctors of our palace? When it comes to treating trauma,

The doctors in our palace are better!"

Speaking of the words "little medical fairy", Song Qingyue finally remembered some of the content of the original text, but in the original text, Meng Wanfeng relied on his superb acupuncture skills to help relieve pain, stop bleeding, and reduce fever. Of course, how does acupuncture stop bleeding?

To reduce the fever, you have to ask the author. After all, it is the author's novel, and the author has the final say.

Song Qingyue asked again: "Are the eldest son of Prince Jing and Miss Meng very prestigious here?"

Mo Yun and Mo Xiang nodded unconvinced at the same time.

This is back to the trajectory of the novel. She remembered that Miss Meng put on men's clothing and went out with the army, but she couldn't remember exactly when it happened, because after King Jing succeeded to the throne, the Great Zhou Dynasty and the north

A few more battles were fought.
To be continued...