Banqin hurriedly entered the door and headed for the hall, forgetting to hand the basket in her hand to the boy who took it.
"I know why I need you to take care of Prince Qing..."
Standing in the corridor, Banqin's voice stopped abruptly. She looked at the people sitting in the hall, except Cheng Jiaoniang and Fan Jianglin, and another young man smiled at her.
"It's because I'm going out." Prince Jin'an said.
Banqin brought the tea up.
"But why are you here today?" Prince Jin'an picked up the tea bowl and said, "What a coincidence."
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly.
"It's a coincidence," she said.
"I invited my sister to come home for dinner." Fan Jianglin said.
Prince Jin'an said oh and turned to look at the door.
"They are all wearing new clothes." He said, looking at the servants and maids standing there, "Is there any happy event at home?"
Cheng Jiaoniang was obviously a little surprised and looked at Fan Jianglin.
Fan Jianglin smiled sarcastically.
"Yes, it's little Bao'er's birthday." He said.
"Dalangjun, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Banqin said, "We came here empty-handed."
Fan Jianglin smiled.
"How can a little kid like him deserve a birthday?" he said. "It's just a family gathering together to have a meal. It shouldn't be mentioned. It shouldn't be mentioned."
Prince Jin'an smiled.
"I didn't come empty-handed," he said, taking something out of the sachet.
Fan Jianglin hurriedly saluted.
"Don't dare, don't dare." He said repeatedly.
"They are not expensive things." Prince Jin'an smiled and pushed the things over. "I just bought two of them and I want to go back and give them to Prince Qing to play with."
Fan Jianglin raised his head, and Banqin also looked over.
"It's a bird whistle." She laughed.
Bird whistles are not worth much, but sometimes it doesn’t matter how valuable the gift is, but the person who gives it.
No matter how small a gift a noble person like the Prince of Jin'an gives him, it is still as valuable as a thousand pieces of gold.
What's more, they bought this for Prince Qing, and Fan Jianglin hurriedly bowed again to refuse.
"Take it." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Fan Jianglin's words of refusal turned into thanks.
"Banqin, let's give it to little Bao'er to play with," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Banqin responded and went out with a bird whistle with a smile.
The prince of Jin'an County also stood up.
"I just came to say hello to you." He said, "I have already said hello to Her Majesty the Queen Mother. When the time comes, Prince Qing will have you to worry about, Madam. You don't have to go there often. There are enough people in the palace.
Enough."
As long as you are able to save and protect each other when you are facing certain death, it is enough.
Cheng Jiaoniang and Fan Jianglin stood up to see her off.
"Your Highness, why not leave after dinner?" Fan Jianglin blurted out.
Prince Jin'an looked at him and smiled.
"No, I will leave the day after tomorrow. I will spend more time with Prince Qing," he said.
Fan Jianglin hurriedly saluted and said yes.
"Your Highness, please wait a moment." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Prince Jin'an and Fan Jianglin both looked at her.
Cheng Jiaoniang turned around and walked to the inner room, then came out holding a small box.
"Your Highness, please come with me." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The Prince of Jin'an County smiled and followed him, and the two of them walked towards the backyard. Fan Jianglin was about to follow him, but was stopped by Mr. Huang who poked his head out of the house on the side.
"Your Highness, do you want to stay for dinner?" Huang asked in a low voice.
Fan Jianglin shook his head. When he turned around, Cheng Jiaoniang and Prince Jin'an could no longer be seen. He hesitated for a moment without raising his feet and followed them.
"How are you lately?" Prince Jin'an asked, looking at the woman walking a few steps ahead.
"Very good." Cheng Jiaoniang said, then looked back at him, "How are you, Your Highness?"
"Okay." Prince Jin'an smiled and raised his eyebrows, "I am now the ambassador, and I am about to lead the army north. I am the leader among the officers in the army, although most of the time I am just a decoration."
Cheng Jiaoniang also smiled, walked to the school grounds, opened the box and took out something.
"Hey, this is not that..." Prince Jin'an recognized it and said.
That day when the sun was shining brightly, she held the bamboo tube in her hand.
At that time, I only glanced at it, but it was covered by Cheng Jiaoniang's sleeves and I couldn't see clearly. At this time, it seemed that it was not all bamboo tubes, but there was a section of copper tubes in front of the bamboo tubes.
What's this?
But this time he didn't ask.
"This is a practical gift for you." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Prince Jin'an smiled.
Why didn't you mention giving a gift when you first said goodbye?
"Liar." He said, "It's obviously a courtesy from the whistle."
"That's also a courtesy." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Is it because it was given during practice?" Prince Jin'an laughed.
"Yes." Cheng Jiaoniang replied, taking out the bamboo tube and stuffing a long paper package from the box into the tube.
Prince Jin'an looked at her movements curiously.
"What is this? Is it also a toy?" he asked with a smile, "Can you blow it?"
"Yes." Cheng Jiaoniang said, raising her hands to the side, "But I'm not bragging."
"How did that sound?" Prince Jin'an said with a smile.
Cheng Jiaoniang took the fire twister with her other hand and lit it, looking at Prince Jin'an.
"This way..." she said, and the fire flickered on the bamboo tube.
so?
Prince Jin'an looked over, but before he could see clearly, he heard a bang in his ears, like firecrackers exploding in front of his eyes. He was so frightened that he couldn't help but take a step back. He felt his ears buzzing and his body trembling.
This is really loud!
The Prince of Jin'an County came back to his senses and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang. The woman looked calm and was holding a bamboo tube to the other side.
"This toy is really..." He smiled and looked along the bamboo tube. When he saw the front, he was stunned.
The straw target erected one hundred and fifty steps away had broken and fallen down. The straw target had been smashed, black smoke was emitting, and flames gradually ignited.
One hundred and fifty steps…
It sucks….
“….It’s really scary…”
Prince Jin'an murmured.
This toy is really scary!
"Yeah, it's a bit scary." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "If you really want to face the murderer, if you scare them, you might have a little chance of winning."
Prince Jin'an looked at her and suddenly felt his eyes were sore and astringent.
She…all knows….
He knew that he would face not only rebellions by the victims, but also assassinations and persecution.
He didn't say anything, she didn't ask, she didn't even offer a polite greeting of concern, but she gave him... what she gave him was something he couldn't even imagine...
Cheng Jiaoniang was a little puzzled when she saw the person in front of her suddenly become sluggish.
"Are you scared?" she asked, shaking the bamboo tube in her hand, "This..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw the young man in front of her step over and stretched out his arms to hug her.
A strange scent immediately enveloped her.
She has always disliked being approached by others, and even when washing and changing clothes, she would only let Banqin take care of her at most, and that kind of service was limited to stroking her shoulders and dressing her sleeves.
At this moment, he was hugged by someone, and he was still a man.
Strange, hard, feeling and smell.
Cheng Jiaoniang's body instantly stiffened.
A woman's short scream sounded in the yard.
Banqin tightly covered her mouth.
You can't shout, you can't shout, if someone sees you shouting, your wife's reputation will be even worse...
This short scream was enough to bring King Jin'an back to his senses. He seemed to realize what he was doing, and was startled. He let go of his hand and retreated in a panic.
"I, I, I just...just..." he stammered, "I want to thank you..."
Banqin had already run over with a pale face.
Thanks?
How can I say thank you like this?
The reasons for being a disciple now are really ridiculous!
Cheng Jiaoniang said oh.
"You're welcome," she said, "I said you were returning the favor."
The pale-faced Banqin staggered.
Don't blame the prostitute for his excuses, the idea of a young lady being molested is weird.
The atmosphere was finally weird, and there was a silence.
The prince of Jin'an County said oh, raised his hand and touched his nose.
"A whistle is such a good thing." He stammered, "Then...then..."
He originally had a lot of things to say, but for some reason his mind was confused, probably because of the woman's fragrance lingering in his nose, and the strange soft feeling just now...
Don't think too much!
Prince Jin'an shook his head hurriedly, leaving the word "whistle" in his mind, and subconsciously reached out and took out another one from the sachet.
"Then, let me give you another one." He said.
Banqin felt like he was going crazy and stared blankly at the two people in front of him.
Cheng Jiaoniang reached out to take it and put the bamboo tube in her hand into the box.
"There are four sub-nests here. When using them, put the sub-nests into the tube." She said, demonstrating with her hands, "... Fire twister, click here..." [Note 1]
Having said this, he looked up and saw the Prince of Jin'an who was still a little dazed.
"Be careful, if you don't play well with this toy, you may hurt yourself," she said.
The prince of Jin'an County hurriedly looked solemnly and stood forward with his feet raised.
"Can you please do it again and let me see?" he said.
Looking at the little lady who was lowering her head to demonstrate, and the young man who was standing close to listen and watch carefully, Banqin took a few steps back blankly.
Maybe the transgression she just saw was her hallucination?
Fan Jianglin and his family sent King Jin'an off respectfully, then looked back at Ban Qin.
"Banqin, what's wrong with you?" he asked, "Why do you look so weird?"
Banqin smiled reluctantly.
I don't know what's wrong either.
"I guess it's because I haven't slept well," she said in a daze.
Fan Jianglin sighed.
"The behavior of the second master and his wife is really..." he said.
How can you not be upset when something like this happens?
The clear chirping of birds rang out in the yard, causing both of them to look over. They saw that it was Little Bao'er in Huang's arms who was blowing a bird whistle with his mouth puffed up. Little Bao'er was encouraged and smiled happily, which made everyone also laugh.
Laugh.
The intermittent long and short birdsong sounded in the yard for a moment.
"Okay, okay, let's go eat, and then we'll do it after eating." Huang said coaxing little Bao'er.
Everyone walked towards the house, and after taking only a few steps, the sound of birdsong suddenly sounded again, startling everyone.
"Bao'er!" Huang turned around angrily.
But he saw Bao'er, who was being held by the wet nurse, with nothing in his mouth and hands, and he was shaking his head and looking around.
"My, my." He shouted urgently, thinking that someone had snatched his whistle, and he hurriedly reached out to look for it.
The girl on the side hurriedly handed him the bird whistle that was coming.
Wasn't he the one who blew it?
Huang was startled, and then another bird song sounded.
Cheng Jiaoniang, who was walking behind, took the bird whistle away from her mouth under everyone's gaze.
"I have one too." She shook the bird whistle in her hand at Xiaobao and smiled slightly.
Note 1: "History of the Song Dynasty? Military Chronicles Eleven": "In the first year of Kaiqing, Shouchun Mansion... also built a tug-of-war gun, using a giant bamboo as a tube and a nest inside. If it is burned, the flame will be extinguished and then emit from the nest, like this. The sound of cannons can be heard from a distance of more than 150 steps."
The inventor of the tug-of-war gun was Chen Gui, Zi Yuanze, a general in the Song Dynasty who fought against the Jin Dynasty, a famous military strategist, and a native of Anqiu. (To be continued)
