Chapter 32 Husband and wife are about to hurt each other
Since all the brothers returned to their fiefdoms at the beginning of the year, Li Wei, the virtuous king in the court, has stood out, leading the way and being coquettish. But the 21st year of Taihe is destined not to be a peaceful year.
At the spring banquet on March 3, the Holy Lord received an urgent message from Jiuquan County: smallpox broke out in Jiuquan County, and thousands of people had been infected. The epidemic was serious. Although the Jiuquan County Sheriff ordered the patients to be isolated, there were still
Spreading momentum.
In the past two years, Ye Shi had been researching how to treat the smallpox virus and had achieved results. After learning the news, he quickly summoned the apprentice pharmacists from the "Huichun Hall" in Jiuquan and several nearby counties to devote themselves to fighting the epidemic and treating the disease.
The King of Jin's fiefdom was close to the north. He was the first to learn the news and volunteered to go to Jiuquan County, Hedong County, and Weiling County where the epidemic was most severe. As a prince, he assisted local officials in anti-epidemic work, comforted the people, and isolated and treated the sick.
The rest are taking medicine as a precaution.
After controlling the smallpox epidemic in the five border counties, Ye Shi followed the Holy Lord's edict and worked with the Huichun Hall in all counties across the country to vaccinate the people of the entire Dayi Dynasty against smallpox to prevent the spread of smallpox again. The King of Jin also wrote a letter
Reported to the Holy Lord, described in detail the advantages of sweet potatoes as a crop, and recommended that its planting be promoted across the country to solve the problem of food and clothing for the people.
Although the Holy Lord did not like Li Heng, he was not a foolish king. He knew how important it was to fill the stomachs of the people, so he agreed to what the King of Jin had recommended. By the way, he issued several imperial orders, ordering officials from several border counties to
Cooperate with Jin Wang Li Heng to promote the planting of sweet potatoes as much as possible.
The King of Jin was so busy that Zheng Qiyan could only stay in Pingninghou's mansion. After all, he was still observing filial piety. He could occasionally run out to deal with some urgent matters, but he was often away from the mansion for fear of being found out by outsiders, which would lead to serious consequences.
It’s unimaginable.
Zheng Qiyan has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and is used to running freely in the mountains and fields without restraint. As an adult, he spends most of his time fighting around, fighting enemies on the battlefield. His life is very passionate and exciting. Now, suddenly, let
He had been observing mourning at home for three years, and it was basically impossible for him to step out of Pingninghou Mansion blatantly, so he became very unaccustomed to it.
So, Zheng Qiyan, who was bored, was tossing around in the house very handily. He was almost forty years old and needed more beatings than other four-year-old naughty children, which made Jin Tong dislike him a little.
On this day, Zheng Qiyan, in front of Jintong, itched his hand and pulled out Jintong's virginity: a small handkerchief originally planned to be embroidered into a mandarin duck and butterfly.
Zheng Qiyan shook open the handkerchief with a puzzled look on his face, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little unusual. He glanced around carefully, and when he saw Jintong's livid face and Su Bai's quiet wink at him, Zheng Qiyan suddenly realized.
He had heard reports from Xu Ying and Wu Ning that Jintong was very proficient in calligraphy, chess, calligraphy and painting, but knew nothing about chess and chess.
As for books, it's harder to say. Jintong's poems, lyrics, and songs are so good that she herself doesn't dare to admit her own talent. She always publishes her works under the name "A Stranger" to avoid being too public.
The calligraphy was also different. The same small regular script with hairpins was always written with many fewer strokes than the regular ones. So whenever he finished a painting and wanted an inscription or something, Jintong would go directly to Gongsun Wuji.
Help her write it out.
Jintong was particularly good at management, using both grace and power. There were hundreds of people in the Hou Mansion, each performing their own duties in her hands. The entire Hou Mansion was very orderly and well-behaved.
As for his cooking skills, Jintong was very finicky and very particular about food and drink, but he had never cooked once himself.
The female beauty aspect is quite poor and unbearable to see.
Zheng Qiyan looked at the small handkerchief in his hand and smiled mischievously: "Madam, these two clouds are embroidered so elegantly and fluttering that they are very vivid."
Even a person like Jintong, who is so thick-skinned and invulnerable, is a little embarrassed by this level of lying. Su Bai, who was waiting on the side, couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. She remembered: her wife said this was
It came from two small mushrooms, and now Qi Ye described them as two white clouds, which seems quite vivid. Anyway, they are just two miscellaneous lumps.
Jintong said modestly: "I just poked a few needles casually, it was very rough." Then she tried to grab the handkerchief. It was so embarrassing! She must burn the handkerchief to destroy the traces, and never let others see her "masterpiece" again.
"Well, after all, she is a very shameless person.
Zheng Qiyan put the handkerchief on his body. Jintong was so anxious that he rushed towards him. In his eagerness, he accidentally dug a big hole for himself: "Husband, please return the handkerchief to me. When I am free, I can help you embroider the strips."
Relatively presentable.”
Zheng Qiyan returned the handkerchief to Jintong obediently, and said more carefully: "Madam should embroider a purse or sachet for me. Other wives personally embroider purses, socks, and underwear for their husbands. Madam has never given it to me."
I have embroidered it for my husband."
"Why do you know other people's wives so well? Nowadays, we are still keeping filial piety for our mothers. Isn't it inappropriate for you to pay so much attention to other people's wives?" Jintong glanced at him sideways, quickly changed the topic, and asked Zheng Qiyan.
It was a crime. It was absolutely impossible to embroider a purse. It was too difficult. An embroidered handkerchief was the ceiling of her embroidery skills.
Zheng Qiyan said calmly: "Third brother told me a few days ago that today's smallpox is rampant, and third sister-in-law is worried about his health, so she specially made him a sachet with auspicious patterns, which contains lotus prepared by Huichuntang to avoid plague.
Herbal medicine, let him carry it with him."
Jintong: "San Bo has difficulty moving, so how can his physical fitness compare with yours?"
"This has nothing to do with you embroidering a purse for me, does it?" Zheng Qiyan asked Jintong in confusion.
Not to be outdone, Jintong said: "I will embroider a small purse for you, and you can write a love poem for me!" Haha, come on, let's hurt each other! Let's expose each other's shortcomings! Zheng Qiyan is good at fighting, and poetry and poetry are just the right match for her.
Your cooking skills are directly proportional to your embroidery skills.
Unexpectedly, Zheng Qiyan patted his chest and agreed.
Three days later, Jintong blushed and presented his work to Zheng Qiyan. Zheng Qiyan picked up the piece with his hands with a twitching face. Oh, he agreed to embroider a small purse for him. The thing in his hand was probably embroidered by Jintong himself.
It's a small purse, and it's pretty good. Apart from not being able to tell that it's a small purse, there are basically no shortcomings.
And Zheng Qiyan, without blushing or out of breath, gave the love poem he had written to Jintong in return. Jintong unfolded it and read it, and his face also twitched. This poem is very easy to understand and the image is very appropriate. The poem says: "
My wife is eighteen this year, and she is as graceful and beautiful as a flower. Of all the people in Beijing, I am the only one who is the oldest."
Finally, the couple, blushing and thick-necked, pretended to discuss national affairs, as if nothing had happened just now.