Chapter three hundred and eighty seventh strangled in the cradle
As the New Year approaches, the whole country begins to prepare for the New Year.
In the capital, big families no longer held banquets, but there was a lot of courtesy exchanges.
Bai Ling originally thought that this year would be the same as usual, just giving some New Year's gifts to the Han Palace and the Yang family, but he didn't expect that he would have to return the gifts after receiving many New Year's gifts from people he didn't interact with.
However, there is an old nanny arranged by Shangguan Yu to take care of things in the house, so Bai Ling hardly needs to worry about returning gifts, unless the gift is particularly expensive.
"Haitang, when will the things you prepared for your family be sent away?" Bai Ling, holding her hands and covering her head, sat on the footrest and looked at the ledger when she got tired, so she asked Haitang beside her.
"Tomorrow." Haitang replied simply.
"It's the Chinese New Year, please go down and give some money to the brothers everywhere and let them arrange their own days off. It's not good to be idle all year round. It's not good to be tired." Bai Ling touched his hand covering and walked lazily.
Lean back.
"Yes." Haitang responded.
"Prepare some fruit wine, medicinal wine, fine white flour ground from winter wheat, and white rice from the mansion, and send them back to the wives of the two young masters. Don't prepare too much, so as not to cause trouble."
Bai Ling nestled there like a kitten, enjoying the feeling of taking a break from the busy schedule.
Seeing Haitang still struggling with the ledger, he said funnyly: "Take a break and chat with me. The ledger won't fly anymore. Why are you so anxious?"
Haitang was multitasking, and the movement of fiddling with the abacus also slowed down, then she stopped obediently and poured Bai Ling a cup of red date tea.
"Your Majesty, Master Shangguan, have you thought about what kind of New Year's gift you want to give? The New Year will be in one month, and I'm afraid it will snow heavily and there will be delays on the road." Haitang asked.
"I give it as a gift every year. I really don't know what's rare." Bai Ling frowned.
There were very few rare things in this era. Bai Ling thought that he was not that handy and didn't know what to prepare for Shangguan Yu.
Jade?
I have already given several pieces to Shangguan Yu, but they are too boring.
Bai Ling prepares medicines for Shangguan Yu from time to time, so he naturally has no shortage of them.
The rest were the specialties at home. Without Bai Ling opening his mouth, Bai Sanshu and his wife used the Duan family's people to send a lot of goods to Shangguan Yu, but they didn't see anything sent to the capital.
The quasi-aunt is indeed the most popular.
Seeing Bai Ling pouting and looking confused, Haitang suggested: "Actually, the prince will be happy with whatever the master gives you. If the master makes it himself, I guess the prince will like it more."
"But I'm not good at female beauty!" Bai Ling touched the dark lines on his sleeves and said melancholy: "I can use a needle to sew the wound, but forget about embroidery. I'm afraid that if I embroider it, you'll look like a duck.
ugly."
Bai Ling is very self-aware. She can't even sew clothes well, and she was often laughed at by her sisters in the past.
Haitang thought about it, and this was the reason, but she still said: "According to the rules, as a token of love between men and women, a man should give a woman a hairpin, while a woman should give a purse. After the engagement, the woman should also give a robe.
After that, I have to make undergarments, shoes and socks for my husband. Even the ladies from aristocratic families are not exempt from the vulgarity."
"This bullshit rule is really unfair to women. Men can just spend money, but women have to stitch stitch by stitch, which is literally killing people." Bai Ling felt a headache just thinking about it.
He didn't know how many stitches would be needed to finish a purse. Bai Ling couldn't imagine pricking it with his finger.
"That's because women don't have enough money, and being a prostitute is also one of the ways to show off a woman's virtue. Master is different from other women, so you don't have to worry about this. You can just rely on your own preferences."
After Haitang finished speaking, he added: "In fact, Master can try to sew a word or something on the sweat towel. This is easier to do. I think the Crown Prince will definitely cherish it more than other gifts he receives."
Bai Ling became entangled again, looking at his scallion-like fingertips, he really didn't want to accept it.
But I really don’t know what to give this year, and I don’t have time to put it off any longer.
"I'll think about it again. I really can't think of anything. Let's do some embroidery work again." Bai Ling still didn't want to embarrass herself and didn't think it was necessary.
Not to mention his own suffering, he couldn't do the embroidery work at all, and Shangguan Yu couldn't use it either!
Seeing that Bai Ling was immersed in his own thoughts, Haitang went out and asked the girl to prepare lunch, and then went to arrange what Bai Ling had just ordered.
Staying in the study with the abacus at this time will only distract Bai Ling, making it even harder to think of a gift that suits his needs.
Border.
Shangguan Yu was also worried about the New Year's gift for Bai Ling. Looking at several boxes of jewelry, he always felt that they were not worthy of Bai Ling.
In the past few years, Bai Ling's goodies have increased more and more, but she is rarely seen wearing them. Shangguan Yu knew that Bai Ling didn't like these things that much.
An ordinary woman would be ecstatic if she got so many jewels, but his little girl was different.
"Harin, in your tribe, if a man and a woman fall in love, what kind of gift will they give?" Shangguan Yu happened to receive Harin who came to hand over food today, and asked him out of nowhere.
Because Bai Ling once took in Harin, Harin was grateful to Bai Ling, and Harin was half of the Eastern Han Dynasty, so Shangguan Yu gave Harin special care.
Every time Harlem came to borrow food, he was allowed to enter the city.
After all, although Harlem's mother recognized her son, she lost her memory and refused to go back to her ex-husband. Harlem, the son, always wanted to see his mother.
"Wolf fangs." Harlin thought for a moment and said expressionlessly: "In our tribe, women will give men scimitars, and men will give wolf fangs. Wolf fangs are mascots, they can protect the owner's safety, and they also represent
A brave man can protect a woman throughout her life."
Although Harin is not old enough to marry yet, in a tribe like theirs, men and women are not very defensive, so Harin knows this.
"Spike fangs." Shangguan Yu glanced at the wolf fangs worn around Harlin's neck, and he had heard of this term before.
"Are you going to give it to Sister Bai Ling?" Harlin asked.
"Yeah." Shangguan Yu nodded uncomfortably, glanced at Harlin who still didn't understand the relationship between men and women, and added: "We are about to get engaged, but we haven't announced it to the public yet."
Even though Harin is only a half-grown child, Shangguan Yu still ranks him among men to avoid having another love rival in the future.
Even though he knew that Bai Ling could not like Harlin, Shangguan Yu still had to take precautions in advance and nip all sources of danger in the cradle.
"When will you get engaged? Can I come to your engagement party?" Harlem asked with a stern face.
"Set up your marriage after the new year. The engagement should be in the summer." Shangguan Yu said without daring to guarantee.
They are all very busy. Bai Ling will not be able to leave the capital until Bai Xiaoshan attends the Spring Festival.
How can an engagement party be held without the bride-to-be?
Seeing Harin nod, Shangguan Yu said rather disgustedly: "If you keep a straight face all day long, you are not afraid of not getting a wife."
Shangguan Yu, who had never wronged himself, patted Harin on the shoulder and said, "Boy, let me see if your kung fu is good."
Without giving Harlin a chance to refuse, Shangguan Yu grabbed his shoulders and jumped, already more than ten meters away.
Poor Harlin is destined to leave Zixiao City with a bruised nose and a swollen face, but he is still full of fighting spirit and looks forward to fighting Shangguan Yu again next time. (To be continued)