Zhao Changhe had not been playing the piano for long, and he only had a few pieces of music in his stomach. Most of them were etudes he had learned in Suzhou. Feng Qiuhuang had learned them specially for Tang Wanzhuang...
But he still played all the exercises he knew and played them to the little girl. She liked listening to them and liked music even more than Wanzhuang.
After all, her name is Baoqin, and she stands there holding her beloved qin every day. If a string breaks, it feels like her life is about to end.
Even though I didn’t play a few pieces, and most of them were simple practice pieces like this, Bao Qin still enjoyed listening to it.
What is the fate of the maidservant? When the young lady is inconvenient, she will fulfill her uncle's desires on her behalf. Baoqin has already been mentally prepared for this since she first learned about human affairs, so she chose someone.
...At the beginning, she was much more anxious than the young lady because it meant that she had to accompany a rude man who was not pleasing to the eye.
Later, I fell in love with it... But even though I fell in love with it, I never thought about how much love I would get. It was probably because the lady was tired one day and offered to let Bao Qin do it. He didn't refuse, and then Bao Qin closed his eyes and shyly accepted Huan.
...I have imagined that kind of scene countless times.
She never dreamed that he would hold her in his arms and play his favorite songs one by one, just because she liked it.
He is busy with so many things, there is no need to do these things, and whether he does them or not will not affect any results.
Baoqin felt that dreams were not so beautiful. Even if he only did it intentionally.
Zhao Changhe did mean it. Although it was natural for the maidservant to be a servant in this world, and even the person involved felt that it would be resentful if you didn't want me, he really couldn't treat a person as a tool and just sleep with him.
But if you say that we should ignore the cannibalistic feudalism and you should just find the one you love...then no one is so hypocritical.
All I can do is make the little girl happy and enjoy the tenderness that a young lady feels.
"Uncle..." The sound of the piano stopped, and she hugged the piano and leaned softly against him, her eyes full of shame and joy: "How long can you stay in Beijing this time?"
From the moment they met, from "Your Highness" to "Master", they all said something wrong. This "Sister-in-law" was the real meaning of the little maid. When asked how long she would stay, her intention was even more obvious.
Zhao Changhe said: "It depends on the current combat readiness situation. I don't know much about it yet. Most of you know better than me."
I feel even happier when I hold the piano in my arms.
She handles official documents next to Tang Wanzhuang every day, and she does understand the situation better than Zhao Changhe. Regardless of the issues of food, grass and soldiers, the army training alone has not been completed. Of course, if Hu Qi goes south at this time, he can barely pull him out temporarily.
We have to pull him out first, but we still have to wait for Zhao Changhe to come back to discuss the specific time to move.
Theoretically speaking, as long as there is no emergency report from the border immediately, it is not that urgent. It is normal to prepare for ten and a half months. The research and mass production of storage rings also take time.
Does that mean...
Baoqin took a sneak peek at Zhao Changhe, but saw that he began to lose focus. It seemed that his mind was diverted as soon as he mentioned business. Baoqin secretly sighed in his heart, he is really the same person as the young lady. Once home,
With important national events ahead of them, I forgot about everything I held in my arms. I just hope that everyone has a good morning and that they can roam around in the forest in Nanshan and have a good rest for a few years.
"Uncle..."
"Ah?" Zhao Changhe came back to his senses, and the little maid in his arms bit her lower lip: "Do you want... to kiss me?"
Who was the person who just said that this was the main hall of the Demon Suppression Division? This girl was much more proactive than Wan Zhuang. Zhao Changhe knew that the little maid wanted to relax herself, so he didn’t think about those troublesome things and leaned over to give her a kiss.
He asked with a smile: "To be honest, I have never asked where Baoqin's family is from. Was it bought by the Tang family when he was a child?"
"I am a son of the Tang family!" Baoqin was very proud: "My father has been protecting the young lady in his early years. When the young lady traveled to the capital to study, my father was the leader of the guard. I heard that he often blocked the young lady to death."
"It comes from family background, right?"
"Humph, anyway, I was raised by Miss. She taught me how to read and play the piano since I was a child. Just like my sisters, my uncle is not allowed to treat Miss badly."
"Okay, okay, I understand. What's good for Huoqin is good for Wanzhuang." Zhao Changhe kissed the little girl's crackling mouth again.
The hand that was playing the piano just now naturally turned into playing the piano.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Your Highness." There was a sound of dry coughing outside the door, and someone knocked on the door gently: "Your Majesty sent an order to let His Highness and Miss Baoqin come to the palace to have dinner together."
Baoqin was startled, quickly pushed his uncle away and jumped to the ground. He panted for a long time before he realized what he was doing. He pointed at his nose in surprise: "Me? That monster... Your Majesty invited me to dinner?"
Zhao Changhe rubbed her head: "Let's go, my family, Chichi is really not as independent as you think."
If it hadn't been for my late indulgence, I wouldn't have dared to pursue your young lady, let alone you... Although I can't help but be jealous sometimes, that's just a living person.
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When entering the palace, Zhao Changhe held the hand holding Qin.
The little maid shrank a little and struggled to break free, so she had to follow Zhao Changhe with her head shrunk, looking around for fear of being laughed at.
As a result, many people I passed along the way saw that they were indeed laughing, but it was my aunt who was laughing.
Baoqin is old enough, but she has never grown very tall. She usually looks like a little girl who has not grown up. In front of Zhao Changhe's nine-foot tall man, she even has small arms and legs. No matter how she looks, she is being held by a big brother.
When the little sister comes out to play, no one can think about other things.
Bao Qin was laughed at for no apparent reason, and it felt like everyone was not laughing at me. What does that expression mean... Is there a flower on my face?
She subconsciously reached out and touched her face, but she forgot that she still had the oil on her hand that she had just tuned, and with one touch, three streaks of flowers appeared.
So people smiled even more.
Baoqin didn't understand, so he stopped hiding angrily. He simply took two steps faster and followed Zhao Changhe openly, holding his arm as he walked.
Let’s see you laugh again.
After walking like this, we walked outside the palace gate. Two figures, one red and one white, walked towards her. They both tilted their necks in perfect sync to look at the way she was holding her uncle's arm.
Late Tang Dynasty makeup, Yue Hongling.
Baoqin felt like a little vixen who had been caught and raped by an old lady. Her face immediately turned red to the roots of her ears. She quickly threw away her arms and jumped back: "Little Miss..."
As a result, the arm fell away, and the hand that was being held could not let go. As soon as he jumped back, he was brought back, like an ornament.
In the late Tang Dynasty, Zhuangyue Hongling laughed out loud at the same time.
Tang Wanzhuang walked to the other side of Baoqin with a smile, took her other hand, and walked towards the palace shaking her hand: "Little cat, did you eat it secretly?"
Baoqin: "Ah?"
Zhao Changhe smiled and said: "No. How is the research on the ring?"
Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said: "It's easier than imagined. Originally, our thinking was still limited and we always wanted to make a ring. However, the ring is small. Carving a space formation on such a small object is a bit too demanding.
I couldn't do it in a hurry. Hong Ling said, why do you need a ring? The ring is for personal convenience. If you want to transport it, you can also make it into a small box... The solution was solved at once, and there were no material requirements.
It needs to be as strict as a ring, and our foundation can easily achieve it."
Zhao Changhe gave Yue Hongling a thumbs up: "Be flexible!"
Yue Hongling smiled and shook her head: "Compared with some of your ideas, it's still far behind."
"How long will it take for mass production?"
"Now Master Yuanxing is organizing the carving formation. As long as the mold is cast, mass production is not difficult. Well...it will take about three days to see the first batch of samples coming out. Let's see then. Sha Qi's side has also been
When it arrives, we can arrange to use it in some areas today."
Baoqin found that no one paid any attention to her secretly eating her uncle. While talking about it, he pulled her from left to right into the palace gate, just like a couple bringing a child to a banquet.
And this banquet... seems to be really a family banquet.
For some reason, a thought came to Baoqin's mind: If we were to divide the tables, how would it feel like His Majesty and Baoqin were sharing the same table?