At the end of November in Longgu City in the northwest, it was freezing cold and snowy.
There was a brazier burning in the official hall, but there wasn't much warmth.
Liu Zhoulang had been sitting in front of several cases for a long time. The ink on the table had condensed again, but the pen was still held in his hand without falling.
"Sir, Master Xu is here."
The sound of soldiers came from outside the door.
Liu Lang was suddenly startled, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to fold up the letters unfolded on several desks. He wanted to hide it but didn't know where to hide it. He also wanted to pick up the pen that fell on the ground. He was in a hurry.
Xu Sigen has already strode forward.
"Master Zhou," he said with a salute, "do you want to deploy ten horses?"
Zhou Lang raised his hand and rubbed his nose, straightened his expression, and nodded.
"We need heavy iron-hoofed military horses that can gallop on the ice," he said.
"Ten horses are too many. I will try my best to prepare eight horses for you," Xu Sigen said.
Saturday Lang hummed.
There was silence in the room.
"Then I'll take my leave." Xu Sigen raised his hand and saluted.
Zhou Lang snorted and watched Xu Sogen turn around and go out. He clenched his hands on the desks and kept watching Xu Sogen walk out of the house. The curtain was lowered to block his sight.
He raised his hand and punched a few boxes.
"You'll die if you ask!" he said through gritted teeth.
Before he finished speaking, the curtain was lifted again.
"Yes, sir."
Xu Sigen came in again and said.
Saturday Lang was startled and looked at him with a blushing face.
"It's the twelfth lunar month, and I want to send New Year's gifts to my sister and the others. Do you have anything you want to send to my sister?" Xu Sigen asked.
have!
"I have already given away my sister's things," said Lang Muran on Saturday.
Xu Sigen shouted at him and cupped his hands again, turned around and left.
Saturday Lang raised his hand again and punched several cases hard, making a muffled sound.
"You'll die if you let him take it with you!" He whispered through gritted teeth, turning his head to look at a few cases.
There is an old box there.
Liu Lang took the box, lay down on the mat, and took out a small bronze mirror.
"This is the treasure of the West Thief King's harem." He said to himself, looking at the small bronze mirror in his hand, and the sunlight reflected on his face as it turned.
The turned-over small bronze mirror has a different pattern from the common bronze mirrors, making it look simple, elegant and a bit playful.
"You can't tell if it looks good, but it should be very valuable anyway..."
"Money? You are not short of money..."
Saturday Lang curled his lips and continued talking to himself.
"...anything is nothing in your eyes anyway..."
After thinking about it for a moment, he sat up again, reached for some letters on the case, and frowned.
"The last time Thirteen said that the Cheng family came to Beijing was a month ago. The Cheng family's group has arrived. I wonder if she is in trouble?" He said to himself, gritted his teeth and finally picked up the pen to dip in ink.
I found that the ink had condensed again, so I started to grind again in frustration.
When the ink is ready, holding up the pen is like holding a knife, gritting one's teeth and putting it down.
The soldier smelled something wrong outside, so he opened the curtain and came in. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Liu Lang leaning on the ground, lazily throwing the ball of paper in front of him into the brazier not far away.
From time to time, a puff of smoke rises from the brazier, and the choking smell also dissipates.
"Sir, what are you playing at?" he asked in surprise.
Liulang ignored him and continued to throw the remaining seven or eight paper balls in front of him into the brazier one by one.
The soldiers could only watch helplessly.
Anyway, after a while adults will do some weird things.
"Sir, didn't you say that you also want to send family letters and New Year's gifts? The post soldiers are going to Beijing, shall I send them over?" He thought of something and asked again.
"Didn't I give it as a gift? What else should I give as a gift?" Zhou Lang said angrily.
The soldiers were disappointed.
"Didn't you say it was behind? Why bother asking me!" He muttered.
"My lord, my lord, General Zhong invites you." Someone shouted outside the door.
Liu Lang jumped up when he heard the sound, threw the last paper ball into the brazier, grabbed the cloak on the side and strode away.
At this time, in the capital, sitting in the warm hall, Qin Shisanlang straightened up in disbelief.
"Father, what did you say?"
he asked.
"Is it because I ate the snacks she made and got a dragon fetus?"
Qin Shidao nodded.
"This is the rumor in the palace."
Qin Shisanlang's face darkened.
"Is it the Princess of Jin'an who is talking about her again?" he asked.
"The prince often mentioned her," Qin Shi said.
"I knew he had bad intentions!" Qin Shisanlang said, about to get up.
"Thirteen, then you are wrong." Qin Shidao shook his head and frowned to stop him, and said meaningfully, "Your Majesty knows his good intentions."
"That's for his own good intentions!" Qin Shisanlang said, saluted his father, stood up and walked out.
Mrs. Qin was coming in, and mother and son bumped into each other.
"You just came back and you want to go out again?" Mrs. Qin said, reaching out to hold her son, "Isn't it enough to go to Mrs. Cheng's place like this?"
Qin Shisanlang was amused.
"Mom, don't make trouble," he said, "We have something serious to do."
"Who is making trouble? Mrs. Cheng's matter is not a joke!" Mrs. Qin said seriously.
Qin Shisanlang chuckled and saluted his mother, turned around and left.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Qin walked into the hall and asked.
"Ms. Cheng has another magical skill." Qin Shi said, picking up the book.
Mrs. Qin sat down.
"Isn't it her fault that the one in the palace is pregnant?" she asked.
Qin Shidao nodded.
"Oh, that's really awesome. I don't know how many people want to marry me, my wife." Mrs. Qin said with a smile.
"Who dares to marry me?" Qin Shi said without raising his head.
The comments from the Queen Mother, the fallen ghost judge, the divine arm bow and the stone bullets. Everyone wants this kind of woman, but who dares to marry her?
"Our family." Mrs. Qin said.
Minister Qin still didn't raise his head.
"Yeah, but she won't marry into our family," he said.
These words made Mrs. Qin sigh.
"Is she really not going to get married?" she asked, "We Thirteen are really very kind to her. Is she really not moved at all?"
"No, there are rules. A gentleman must keep his promise." Shi Qin said that he was doing two things. While talking to his wife, he nodded and smiled because of the wonderful things in the book.
The book was suddenly snatched from his hand.
Minister Qin raised his head and looked at his wife, who had brows raised.
"Then find a way!" she said, "If she really dares not to marry, Thirteen will really dare not to marry!"
…………………………………….
"Master Qin, are you here again?"
The maid who was about to go out wrapped in a big cloak said with a smile.
"Didn't you say you stopped coming a year ago?"
"I'm not your wife. You don't need to make a hole in the ground for what I said. You can pick it up at any time." Qin Shisanlang said.
The maid covered her mouth and smiled, but Banqin had already opened the door of the room and saluted.
"Did you go to Prince Qing's Mansion to make snacks that time?"
Qin Shisanlang asked.
Banqin, who was pouring tea, heard this and couldn't help but glance at Qin Shisanlang. After thinking about it, he got up and pushed the snacks aside.
Qin Shisanlang glanced at her and smiled.
Is he such a stingy and greedy person?
"No." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Qin Shisanlang immediately sneered and nodded.
"Sure enough, I knew it was him again." He said, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang, "Do you know what he told His Majesty?"
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
"He sent some snacks to His Majesty and said they were made by you." Qin Shisanlang said.
Cheng Jiaoniang said oh.
"Now that the palace concubine is pregnant, everyone says it's because of eating your snacks." Qin Shisanlang said.
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly.
"Then should I open another dessert shop?" she said.
"This is not a joke." Qin Shisanlang said, but there was no smile on his face as he always loved to smile.
"What else could it be if it wasn't a joke?" Cheng Jiaoniang, who rarely smiled, said with a smile on her face. She picked up a piece of snack, raised her sleeves and ate it sideways.
Qin Shisanlang looked at her. The woman who covered half of her face with her sleeves and turned slightly sideways looked a little soft, and her only exposed eyes looked a little playful.
Realizing she was looking at herself, she turned around and looked over.
Is there a smile on the corner of the mouth behind the sleeves?
Qin Shisanlang was slightly startled when he thought about it.
Just for a moment, the woman put down her sleeves and looked upright.
Qin Shisanlang sighed softly.
"You still have fewer contacts than the Prince of Jin'an County." He said. He paused here and looked slightly solemn. "This son... has a wrong heart."
Is this guy's heart not right?
Banqin, who was sitting on his knees with his head bowed, couldn't help but raise his head.
"As a county king, he should leave the capital and go to the fiefdom, but he tried his best to stay in the capital." Qin Shisanlang said.
"Aren't you reluctant to leave Prince Qing?" Banqin couldn't help but say.
Qin Shisanlang smiled, with a bit of disdain.
"I can't bear to leave Prince Qing, so I just deceive the old, weak, women and children," he said.
He deceived the old, weak, women and children, and Banqin's color changed slightly.
No matter how stupid she is, she still knows who can let the Prince of Jin'an stay in the capital. Could it be that the Thirteenth Prince of Qin is talking about the emperor, the queen mother, the others, or people like herself.
This is really a bit rebellious to say.
"I'm not going out in front of my wife. I'm mad at you, don't laugh at me." Qin Shisanlang said with a smile.
"I won't laugh at you." Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and said.
Qin Shisanlang picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.
"If you don't give up Prince Qing, does it mean that Prince Qing's palace doesn't have a fiefdom?" He continued, raising his head and smiling, "We won't talk too much about these royal matters, but I think the lady should be more attentive and don't care about anything.
Some people willfully hurt you because you don't care."
"Thank you, sir." Cheng Jiaoniang said with a salute.
Qin Shisanlang smiled and drank the tea in one gulp.
"I'm really leaving this time, and I'll come back to greet you during the Chinese New Year," he said.
Cheng Jiaoniang saluted again and stood up to see her off.
After seeing off Thirteenth Qin Lang, Fan Jianglin happened to come in.
"Why are you back at noon?" Huang asked in surprise.
Because too many divine arm bows were damaged, Fan Jianglin, who could have been more relaxed, became even more busy. In addition, Li Mao's stone bombs and catapult modifications, and more than a dozen craftsmen recruited from various places were also busy.
"I made a little gadget for Bao'er to play with." Fan Jianglin said, taking out two boxes.
Huang smiled and stretched out his hand.
"You're sending this back just for this?" She smiled, "And two more."
Fan Jianglin only handed her one.
"This is my sister's," he said, handing the other one over.
"Has it been done?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
Fan Jianglin nodded.
After hearing these two words of conversation, Mrs. Huang hurriedly turned around and retreated with the girl holding the child.
"Do you think it's okay? I revised it many times according to the drawings."
Sitting on the porch, Fan Jianglin asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang took it with both hands.
"Thank you, brother." She saluted and opened it.
Banqin came forward to take a look and saw a strange bamboo tube.
"That's it, brother did a good job." Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and said with a smile.
Fan Jianglin then stood up with a smile and went to wash and change clothes.
"Banqin, bring the box that Li Mao sent last time on the shelf in the room." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Banqin responded and took the box as instructed, watching Cheng Jiaoniang take out a long paper roll and put it into the bamboo tube made by Fan Jianglin.
"Madam, what is this?" she couldn't help but asked curiously.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at the bamboo tube in her hand for a moment, her expression seemed a little sad, and she raised her head to look up at the sky.
"This is..." she said, "what?"
What?
Banqin looked up in confusion and saw Cheng Jiaoniang's expression changed, her eyes widening as she stared at the sky.
What?
Banqin raised his head. The sun was dim today, and it looked like there was going to be a storm in the evening.
What's there?
She looked up again and saw that Cheng Jiaoniang had already taken a few steps forward, still looking up at the sky with an expression of astonishment that she had never seen before.
"Why did it appear at this time?" she said.
"What happened?" Banqin asked, looking again.
Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head and did not answer.
Banqin said oh, does it look good?
She didn't know, so she kept looking. Where were she looking? She couldn't see any difference.
"But, it shouldn't be seen at this time." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"When was that?" Banqin asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at the sky.
yes……
"A Fang."
A male voice suddenly sounded at this moment.
Cheng Jiaoniang shuddered suddenly, looked for the sound, and saw a young man standing at the door, lifting his hood to reveal a smiling face with shining eyes.
"Your Highness." Banqin hurriedly saluted and looked at the concierge with a bit of displeasure.
"I opened the door, sister, didn't you hear me?" the concierge said aggrievedly.
Just now I was just lost in thought...
Banqin stopped talking and turned to look at Cheng Jiaoniang, only to see that Cheng Jiaoniang seemed to be stunned.
Of course, to outsiders, her wife often seems dull, but she herself understands clearly that her wife looks dull, but she is spirited, but at this time, her eyes are confused, so much so that she can be described as dull.
"Lady?"
Banqin asked in surprise, reaching out to help him. This support made him even more horrified.
Shivering! The lady is trembling!
"Madam! What's wrong?" Banqin shouted anxiously.
This sound frightened the King of Jin'an County, and he quickly crossed the threshold and stepped forward quickly.
"What's wrong?" he asked, and saw that the woman's expression was different from before.
The originally fair face became even whiter, and the eyes that had always been calm and unruffled now flashed deeply.
Cheng Jiaoniang raised her sleeves to cover her face.
"Ah Fang! Look! Look, there is an extra black spot in the middle of the day! Is that Taibai?"
"That's Yang Shan!
There was clear laughter in my ears.
"Am I a star?"
"If I were a star, Ah Fang, you would be the moon. We will advance and retreat together and coexist together."
Cheng Jiaoniang covered her face and laughed, tears falling from her eyes.
"Madam! Madam!"
Banqin's voice became more and more urgent in her ears, and she was about to cry.
It just happened in the blink of an eye. Cheng Jiaoniang wiped away her tears with her sleeves, stopped laughing, and stood up straight.
"I'm fine." She said slowly, "I'm just a little cold."
Prince Jin'an stopped and looked at her.
"It's the twelfth lunar month, it's getting colder, and the weather is not good today, so wear more clothes." He said, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang, his eyes fell on her hands, he stepped forward curiously, stretched out his hand and pointed, "This is
What?"
Cheng Jiaoniang lowered her hands, and the bamboo tube was hidden in her sleeves.
"It's nothing." She said, turning around and walking, she stopped and turned her head slightly to look at Prince Jin'an.
"Also, don't call me A-Fang." She added.
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PS: Here are four thousand words~
I am out for training, so I can only update once, please forgive me.
Also, I would like to thank Gu Xizhi and Baili Wuxu for this chapter~ Although they didn’t read it, I still want to thank them for their advice.
There is also the deputy editor Dazhu Xiaozhu who has been guiding and grasping the context of the whole text. Alas, she has already read through the Tianguan Astrology Book just for these two words in this chapter. (To be continued)
