The violence in Rong Xiaoxu's eyes suddenly receded little by little. Yes, he knew, he knew everything. He knew that Rong Xiaoyu was right. Now is not the time to move Dongping.
The throne is not very stable yet, so don't be hasty and take your time.
Rong Xiaoyu knew that the emperor had figured it out. He closed his eyes and his face showed the fatigue that could be easily seen. He was tired, really tired.
However, he opened his eyes again and looked outside, so far away that it was difficult to tell what he was thinking at this time...
Bing Ning, are you okay now? Breathing this free air, you must be very happy. And so am I... He raised the corners of his lips, as if he was... smiling.
Shen Bingning stretched hard, and the sun was about to set at this time. There was a sunset in the distance, but it just allowed her to see everything in the room clearly.
They were all packed up. She was so tired. She shook the rag in her hand. Of course she tore up her old clothes. Look, these old clothes are indeed very useful. At least they can clean the table.
What.
After she had been cleaning the house all afternoon, it was already very clean. Even the dust in the corners was now almost non-existent. She had wiped it carefully. She wiped the tables and stools carefully.
It was bright and clean, and the yard outside was also cleaned, including the front of the community. Now all that was needed was for her quilt to be delivered. She sat in front of a wooden table, propped up her face,
Looking out blankly, her arms and legs were sore, but her heart was unexpectedly satisfied.
She looked back at the yard in front of her. This would be her future home.
A slight breeze blew against her face, and by the way it lifted the hair on her forehead. It blew past her eyes by chance, as if weaving a net. She plucked out her hair and lay on the table.
The free air is so nice, but I don’t know how he is doing now.
He was a prince, so naturally he would not make her suffer. She flattened her mouth, buried her face in her arms, and almost fell asleep.
By chance, Lin's voice came from outside the door.
"Sister Shen, are you at home?"
She hurriedly sat up. Oh, when the voice came, people also arrived. She quickly opened the door and saw Mrs. Lin coming in with a bunch of things. There was a thin man behind her, smiling.
With a gentle face, this must be Lin's husband-in-law, the grandson of that grandma.
"We came back late," Lin said with an apologetic smile, "I bought some more things. Isn't Sister Shen anxious about waiting?"
"It's okay, it's okay," Shen Bingning waved her hands quickly, "I just finished my work. If you had come back earlier, you might not even be able to get in."
After another polite moment, Mrs. Lin carried her things inside and it turned out to be true, the cleaning was really clean.
"Come on, let's go in and sit down first. Don't stand here." Shen Bingning quickly took the things in Lin's hands and led them into the room. It was a little dark, but it did not affect the view.
Mrs. Lin opened a bag and said, "Sister Shen, here are the things you asked for. I have bought them all."
Shen Bing looked at it, and sure enough, there were a lot of threads inside, all in various colors, and there were also a lot of needles. I really don't know how people in ancient times dyed the colors. The threads were really bright, and there was no trace of them at all.