Chapter 472 I just want to be a little fairy of my husband
A faint word "itch" aroused all the anger in Hanjianglou's body.
He hugged Dong Nuan tightly for a while, then waved his hand and hugged Dong Nuan.
A very standard princess hug, and then strode towards the dining room.
Because I have been waiting for the winter to warm up, I haven't eaten in Hanjianglou, so naturally I have to go to eat now.
Seeing that Dong Nuan was back, the house started to get busy. As soon as Hanjianglou ordered the food to be served, maids and servants came in soon with the food.
Dong Nuan has eaten it, and she will definitely not be able to eat it now, but she can eat it with Hanjianglou.
With her chin propped up and her head tilted as she looked at the delicious Hanjiang Tower, Dong Nuan couldn't help but squint her eyebrows and smile.
"Did your entry into the palace go smoothly?" Hanjianglou only asked occasionally during the meal breaks.
Regarding entering the palace, Hanjianglou asked casually.
Hearing his question, Dong Nuan nodded: "Yeah, it's mainly about the experimental field. The yield per mu there is higher. Your Majesty is very surprised, so I want to ask how it is grown."
Hanjianglou knew that the grain yield in the experimental fields was high, but he didn't know exactly how high it was.
When he heard what Dong Nuan said, he asked by the way: "How much is the yield per mu?"
"About four stones." On average, it's about four stones, which is actually not much. If the seeds are improved, they can produce more, but it's troublesome. Dong Nuan thinks that it is enough for the time being.
If you want to increase production again, let’s do more research.
Hanjianglou has also cultivated fields, and he is very clear about the output of the fields.
At this time, when he heard the number in the winter warmth report, his hand holding the vegetables suddenly stopped, he raised his head and asked in disbelief: "How many?"
Hanjiang Tower was really shocked. He originally thought that it would only increase production by a few buckets at most.
As a result, I never expected that it was not a matter of increasing production by a few buckets, but a matter of a few stones.
For many Tsuda, this is almost two or three times more!
If it is really promoted to civilian use, then people's lives will probably be better.
Hanjiang Tower has come from hard times, and is actually quite concerned about the lives of the people.
Seeing Han Jianglou's surprised look, Dong Nuan squinted his eyes and smiled: "On average, it's four stones. Some are more than four stones, some are four and a half stones, and some are barely four stones."
After hearing the number clearly, Hanjianglou took a breath of cold air. After a long time, he sighed softly: "Nuan Bao, you are a little fairy in the world."
Hearing this title, Dong Nuan squinted her eyes and smiled again: "No, no, no, I just want to be my husband's little fairy."
The words of love came quickly and directly, making Hanjianglou blush and his heart beat. Originally, he was thinking about the food, but now he didn't have the heart to think about it. He kept blushing and finished the meal.
After the meal, the two of them freshened up and chatted for a while.
Just as they were talking, the feelings that Han Jianglou had suppressed while eating before slowly came up again, and then during a break in talking, he pressed Dong Nuan on the couch and kissed her.
Hanjianglou's kiss came quickly and urgently, leaving no time for anyone to react.
However, Dong Nuan has stronger adaptability, and even has the intention to turn from passive to active.
However, Hanjiang Tower has been suppressing it and not giving him a chance.
Dong Nuan also enjoyed this charming feeling, but he didn't care about Hanjiang Tower's suppression of him.
If she wanted to, Hanjiang Tower actually couldn't suppress him.
But between husband and wife, there is no need to worry about these things.
Sometimes, just being happy is good. If you care about it, wouldn’t it be a delay in happiness?
After a good night's sleep, Hanjianglou got up early the next day and went to the academy to study on vacation. Dongnuan stayed at home and began to sort out his learning experience along the way.
Some things need to be reorganized into volumes.
While sorting it out, Dong Nuan sighed in a low voice: "I wrote so many words in one breath. It was a pity that I didn't write a storybook in the first place."
Dong Nuan still remembers her original plan to write a storybook, but it's a pity that Pigeon Spirit can only think about it.
After sorting out the notes for two days, Dong Nuan went to Zhuangzi again and looked at the vegetables and peaches in his winter greenhouse.
Knowing that there is a peach that can bear fresh fruit in winter in Nuannuan Village, many people are thinking about it now.
However, one peach can only produce so much, and there may be more this year than last year.
However, there are many people who need to be divided.
I only have a few people in my family, so everyone in the Cao Mansion and the palace must give some as gifts.
Several good friends, such as Wu Ruoruo and Meng Rong, were also divided into several.
Calculated this way, it is simply not enough points.
However, the peaches are still small now, and it is estimated that they will not really mature until the Chinese New Year.
After seeing it, Dong Nuan was no longer in a hurry. She went to look at the dishes again, picked a few types, and prepared them for dinner. Then she packed up and left for the house.
As soon as I returned home, Qingzhu came over with a lot of posts.
"Which house are they from?" Dong Nuan asked smoothly.
After Qingzhu heard this, he quickly replied: "There are people from the eldest princess's house, there are people from the general's house, there are also Duke Cheng'en's house, Guangping Hou's house, Wei's house..."
Those who Qingzhu felt were close to each other or those with high status were read first.
Some of the less important ones were arranged at the back.
After listening to Dong Nuan, she probably knows a lot.
However, it was strange not to hear the post from Anding Houfu. Dong Nuan asked smoothly: "Is there no post from Andinghoufu?"
"Master, no, I heard that Mrs. Hou is seriously ill and her condition doesn't seem to be very good." Qingzhu did know something. Recently, the doctors of An Ding Hou Mansion have not stopped, and even the imperial doctor from the palace has been invited to live directly in Hou.
Mansion.
Even so, the news coming out also said that Mrs. Hou was probably not very well.
It's just that it's not easy for Qingzhu to say this.
After hearing this, Dong Nuan's heart skipped a beat.
Mrs. Hou also tried it at the beginning, but it didn't work. After analyzing it with Hanjianglou, she gave up for the time being.
Wu Jian has been treating Zhuangzi for a long time. If Mr. Han and others hadn't come here, I'm afraid it would have been longer.
However, the opponent's body has recovered well, and if he replenishes his original power a few times later, it shouldn't be a big problem.
But Mrs. Hou just...
Dong Nuan thought about it in her mind, should she give it another try?
Although it was because she had saved Wen Shuran's life in the first place, that's why after she came to the capital, he took good care of her.
However, everyone got along well, and Dong Nuan thought it would be okay to go over and help.
After making a decision in her heart, Dong Nuan planned to line up the posts and then send a post to the Anding Marquis Mansion, saying that she was going to visit Miss Wen Er.
However, as soon as I took the post in my hand, there were hurried footsteps outside, and I heard the footsteps of the butler.
Dong Nuan turned her head. The butler did not enter the house, but shouted loudly outside the house: "Princess, Madam Marquis Anding, is dead."
