The Shen family's carriage headed for Qiongzhou in a mighty manner. This journey lasted more than three months.
At first, Jiang Miao was still in the mood to look at the scenery outside the car. Several little dumplings had playmates, and she neither cried nor fussed on the road.
Since it was not too hot today, Jiang Miao walked around and even set up a pot with Wu Yue and others to cook on the spot, which was quite the fun of a picnic.
Han Yu is the eldest among the little group. Although he is naughty, this is the first time he has really traveled far away.
So along the way, everything he saw was new.
"Sister, I'll give you flowers."
There were many daisies in bloom on the roadside. Han Yu picked a handful and carried them behind his back. He walked carefully to Ying Ying and handed the flowers to her.
Little girls like these things, and their eyes light up when they see Huahua.
She took it and held it in her arms, looking at him with bright eyes. The little girl's voice was sweet and soft.
"Thank you, brother Han Yu."
Han Yu, who was only seven years old, already knew how to be shy. He scratched his head and his jade-like skin turned red.
"As long as your sister likes it, I will pick it for you tomorrow."
"Um."
Han Yu remembered that Yingying liked flowers, and gave her a bouquet every day on the road. The little girl held flowers every day, and she seemed to be the focus of the crowd. Jiang Miao was a little envious.
She glared at Shen Yanqing, feeling more and more that her man was a fool, not as good as a seven-year-old child who could please a little girl.
"I think Han Yu is very smart. He is far more discerning than others."
Shen Yanqing didn't even know how to send her flowers.
The person who was implicated looked confused, and then he looked at the wild cuckoo in his daughter's hand, and then he came to his senses.
"This kid..."
Shen Yanqing secretly wrote down this "vengeance" and added ten big characters to it. Han Yu didn't know how he offended Master Shen. When he arrived in Qiongzhou, he had just sat down and before he had rested, Zhu Kuan
I gave him a copybook and asked him to practice calligraphy following it.
Little Han Langjun, who had the most trouble reading and writing, was miserable, but he was the one who wanted to come to Qiongzhou, and Shen Shoufu even accepted him as his apprentice. Even if Han Yu couldn't sit still, he had to force himself when he thought of the little girl.
Calm down and practice your calligraphy carefully, stroke by stroke.
After Shen Yanqing was reminded by Jiang Miao, she would send a bouquet of flowers every day. Jiang Miao suspected that if it weren't for the wild flowers on the roadside, they would change places every day. Sooner or later, the three of them would pull up the flowers on the roadside.
Light.
Yes, there were three of them. Watching Han Yu and Shen Yanqing pick flowers, Xiao Anyi was afraid that the little girl was greedy for other people's flowers, so she followed them to pick flowers. The fragrance of flowers never stopped flowing in the Shen family's carriage along the way.
After walking slowly for four months, the Shen family's motorcade finally arrived in Qiongzhou before October.
Jiang Miao knew that the temperature in the north and south was strange. It was summer almost all year round in Qiongzhou. It was already October, and the body temperature was still over 30 degrees. Many pedestrians on the road were wearing shorts, with their arms and legs exposed. This was not the case in the capital.
It's a sight you almost never see.
Qinglian and others couldn't help but open their mouths as soon as they arrived, pointing at the pedestrians on the road and looking at Jiang Miao with eyes full of surprise.
"Master, this..."
This is too indecent!
She didn't say the rest of her words, but Jiang Miaoguang could guess by looking at her expression.
As a person in the 21st century, this phenomenon is really normal. In summer, you should wear shorts and skirts. Looking at other people's light clothes, she only has envy in her eyes.
"The climate in Qiongzhou is hot and humid, so people naturally wear light clothes. It will be fine in the future when they get used to it."
While she was talking to the maids, she already started to want to make a suspender skirt.
When he arrived in Qiongzhou, there were no red tapes like those in the capital, and he didn't have to look at the eyes of noble ladies from aristocratic families. Jiang Miao could finally be as free as she wanted.
The documents for Shen Yanqing's appointment have been sent to him a long time ago. He is the chief minister of the dynasty, so he will naturally be entrusted with important tasks.
Zhao Jing asked him to patrol the four provinces and manage the surrounding areas of Yunnan, Guizhou and Qiongchuan on the grounds that he could do more work. In Jiang Miao's words, Shen Yanqing immediately became the governor of the four provinces, and he was demoted and promoted secretly. The burden on my shoulders is very heavy.
After all, compared with the capital, these four states are really poor, and even the people's intelligence is not yet civilized. It will definitely take a long time to develop the four states.
The Shen family's carriage stopped at the gate of Qiongzhou Prefecture.
The original prefect, Gu Danian, had been sentenced to death long ago, and the original prefect, Jiang Chuan, had been in charge for the past three years.
Knowing that the Shen family had arrived, Jiang Chuan led a group of courtiers to wait outside. When Shen Yanqing helped Jiang Miao get out of the car, a group of people who had been waiting for a long time came forward to greet them.
"It's been a long journey, Master Shen. You've worked hard all the way. My subordinates have prepared drinks and asked you and the princess to freshen up and have a meal."
Jiang Chuan was only in his early forties. Because he had lived in Qiongzhou for a long time, his skin was darker than others and he was shorter. However, he was very energetic, especially his eyes. Jiang Miao looked up at him and did not miss the shrewdness in his eyes. .
She knew in her heart that this person was probably a good man.
However, he was able to escape the Gu Danian case and take over the position of Qiongzhou magistrate. This person is obviously not an ordinary person.
Shen Yanqing nodded slightly, and then he and Jiang Miao entered the house under the leadership of the servant.
The little dumplings in the carriage behind were also carried out of the carriage by the servants. Suddenly six children came out of the carriage. Doubt flashed across the faces of Jiang Chuan and others.
They had already checked out the information about Shen Yanqing and Jiang Miao and knew that they had twins, but Jiang Chuan was still curious about the sudden appearance of so many children.
However, his curiosity only lasted for a moment. He quickly averted his gaze, lowered his head and followed Shen Yanqing through the door.
After entering the mansion, Shen Yanqing separated from Jiang Miao. He had some matters to hand over with the ministers, but there were female members of the Jiang family in the inner courtyard to receive Jiang Miao.
Jiang Chuan's wife, Mrs. Chen, was waiting at the inner gate with her three daughters. Two of the three daughters were hers. The eldest daughter, Jiang Xuan, has just turned sixteen now. She is a thin girl with honey-colored skin. The second daughter, Jiang Wen, was born to Jiang Chuan's aunt. She was only a few months younger than Jiang Xuan. She took after her biological mother in appearance. Her face and eyes showed the tenderness and passion of a Jiangnan woman. At this time, she was wearing a smoky pink dress. , the color is obviously very black, which makes her look like a delicate flower.
Jiang Xuan looked at her several times, and the handkerchief in her hand was almost torn.
This little bitch, knowing that she has dark skin, still wears pink to make her angry. She is just as annoying as her vixen aunt.
Jiang Wen lowered her head and said nothing, but the smile on her lips was raised with a proud arc. The more jealous Jiang Xuan became, the happier she became.
Mrs. Chen's little daughter was much more innocent. Jiang Lin, who had just turned five years old, held the hand of her mother, Mrs. Chen, and looked at the inner door with a curious face, and whispered to her mother.
"Mom, when will the noble man arrive? Lin'er's feet are sore."
She was woken up in the morning and she was still sleepy.
