Mingruo put several pieces of furniture into the space and placed them in the bamboo house. Then, he took out the corn harvested in the space.
"These are the half baskets of seeds, what are the gains from sowing?" Si Haochen was quite concerned about farming, and the corn yield completely exceeded his expectations.
"That's right." Like last time, Mingruo pulled away the corn husks, gave it to Si Haochen, and motioned for him to hang it on the roof beam.
"Just get a few for demonstration, and leave the rest to the secret guards." Si Haochen stopped Mingruo from continuing to peel the corn.
"Okay." Mingruo has done enough farm work these days and feels relaxed.
"I have harvested so much corn, thank you for your hard work, my dear wife." Si Haochen hugged Mingruo to the platform outside to look at the scenery.
If Mingruo sees the rows of rooftops beneath his feet, this imperial capital is really prosperous. Further away, there is the grand palace.
Mingruo pointed to a very tall building in the distance and asked, "Where is that place?"
"Lanyue Tower is where the Imperial Master lives and practices." Si Haochen answered.
"National Preceptor? I don't think I've ever seen him at a palace banquet." The position of National Preceptor sounds very prestigious at first glance. He should be qualified to participate in the palace banquet.
"The Imperial Master usually practices in seclusion, ignores secular affairs, and will not attend palace banquets."
"Shouldn't he observe the stars every night and tell the emperor what the sky is like?"
"What you said will be done well by the Qintian Supervisory Committee. There is no need to work for the National Master." Si Haochen scratched Mingruo's nose.
"What does the Imperial Preceptor do?" Mingruo was very curious about the Imperial Preceptor's work.
"Whenever there is a premonition that the earth dragon will turn over or the flood will break the embankment, the national master will come forward to give advice."
"Wow, the National Preceptor is so powerful." It is difficult to predict earthquakes with modern instruments, but this National Preceptor can actually do it. "It sounds much better than Beiji Yukionna."
"Don't be rude to the Imperial Preceptor. The Imperial Preceptor has real abilities." Si Haochen didn't trust the Imperial Preceptor at first, but when something happened to him before, the Imperial Preceptor calculated the time of burial and specifically told Bai Shen not to bury him.
For dead coffins, the lid of the coffin should be opened after entering the underground palace, so that there is room for change.
Later, he met Mingruo and really came back to life.
"Okay." Mingruo has never met the National Master, so it's hard to make a conclusion about whether he has "real ability".
The weather is getting warmer day by day, and the chest-length skirt with twelve flower letters designed by Mingruo is officially on pre-sale at Yunzhuanglou. And diamond members can get a set of flower letter-themed dresses for free. Looking at seven hundred taels
One set of clothes and dresses, and more than thirty sets were sent out at the princess's command. Shopkeeper Wu's heart was bleeding.
Fortunately, the princess asked people to draw posters of people wearing flower letter skirts during the Flower Festival and put them up outside the store. Many ladies and ladies felt that they would not be able to celebrate the festival without a flower letter skirt, and orders for the dresses were suddenly full.
In addition to the Twelve-Flower Xin Ru skirt, Twelve-Flower Xin silk handkerchiefs and hairpins are also launched, providing more choices for customers with different consumption levels.
Three days before the Flower Festival, Mingruo received an invitation from the Queen without any suspense. The incident between Princess Lanyang and Prince Dongping had happened before, and the Queen had some resentment towards Litang Jianxue. This year’s event
The red flower appreciation party was held in the imperial garden of the palace.
Mingruo didn't plan to go, but three aunts from the Duke's Palace invited her to go with her. Mingruo guessed that Concubine Xian wanted her to go to the palace to get Ping An's pulse, so she agreed to go with her.
On the twelfth day of February, during the Flower Festival, Mingruo woke up and stayed in bed refusing to get up.
"Princess, don't you want to go to the queen's butterfly viewing party today?" Zi Su saw that it was getting late, so she had to come to remind her.
"Yeah." Mingruo turned over and buried his head in the quilt.
Si Haochen got up early and finished practicing. He bathed and changed clothes in the Tangchi Palace. When he returned to the dormitory, he saw the little princess lying in bed.
"No need to call. Send a letter to the Duke's Mansion, saying that the princess is not going." Si Haochen waved to Zisu.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Zisu agreed and planned to go and deliver the message.
Mingruo got out of the quilt with a look of resentment: "Who said I won't go!"
"My beloved, you worked hard last night, so you should sleep a little longer." Si Haochen said as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
When Zisu heard what the prince said, she couldn't help but blush. She lowered her head and went down to prepare hot water for the princess to wash and clothes for the butterfly party.
"You, you, you..." Mingruo pointed at Si Haochen, "What kind of tiger and wolf words were said, Zi Su misunderstood!"
"Is what I said wrong? I broke off so much corn last night, isn't my concubine tired?" Si Haochen leaned into Mingruo's ear and whispered, "I have a way to make her
I don’t get you wrong.”
"What can I do?" Seeing the sly smile on Si Haochen's lips, Mingruo realized that she might have fallen into a trap and said quickly, "Don't tell me, I don't want to know!"
"Haha." Si Haochen pinched Mingruo's smooth cheek, "It seems that my beloved concubine has also thought of this good idea. Let's pay homage to Duke Zhou immediately. This is not a misunderstanding."
"You're such a scoundrel, you actually want to attack a child!" Mingruo grabbed the pillow and threw it at Si Haochen.
Si Haochen caught the pillow that was thrown at him and said seriously: "You are already two years old, how can you be a child?"
According to the age classification in ancient times, she is really not a child anymore. But her current body is only 17 years old, which is indeed a minor. Alas...
The logic doesn't make sense, so I can only make nonsense: "Didn't we agree that we are all three years old now?"
Well, His Royal Highness Prince Yun has really forgotten this. The princess is so deeply involved in the drama, if she doesn’t admit it now, she will probably have to sit at the same table at the age of seven...
After a fierce ideological struggle, Si Haochen had no choice but to compromise: "What my concubine said is absolutely true. I am confused because you are still a baby!"
"Ha!" Mingruo was stunned for a moment, if he hadn't said this to Xiaotuanzi. As soon as Si Haochen said, "You're still a baby", Mingruo would have doubted which of the two was the one who wore it.
"Do you need me to help the baby change clothes?" Si Haochen looked at Mingruo with a smile.
"No need!" Mingruo stroked the goosebumps on her arms and jumped out of bed numbly.
Ming Ruo washed up and had breakfast before getting into the carriage and heading to the palace.
When Mingruo arrived, many ladies and ladies had already arrived in the imperial garden. Colorful paper notes with poems related to "flowers" were hung all over the branches among the flowers.
Mingruo wore a plum blossom-style chest-length undershirt in the Twelve Flowers Letter. The upper body was a light red double-breasted shirt, and the lower skirt was made of stacked moon-white soft gauze. It was elegant and playful. The three-dimensional embroidered plum blossom pattern on the skirt was
, which is even more refreshing.
Among the ladies who came to appreciate the red today, some of them wore chest-length skirts. When the queen saw it, she felt that the style of these skirts was very unique. But when she saw Mingruo's dress, which looked like a plum blossom fairy, she suddenly felt
The phoenix robe on my body no longer smells good...
