The powerful minister's palm is reborn

Chapter 83

Wu Tongzhou returned to his room with the book in his hand, and started to sort out all the ledgers that recorded the materials during this period.

After Wu Tongzhou looked through the disaster relief records, he looked through the ledger for the first time, and the shock in his eyes lingered.

Now he finally understands why the princess can arrange everything in an orderly manner.

She should have learned to take care of things in the house at an early age, so she understands the needs of life and market prices in this way.

She had already prepared for it. Before she arrived in Tongzhou, she had already contacted the merchants and pharmacies she knew to purchase all the supplies, and all the supplies were shipped in batches through the bodyguard bureau after she arrived in Tongzhou.

If there is no princess accompanying him, perhaps he and Mr. Tang can also come up with countermeasures to deal with these matters after discovering the shortcomings.But it will definitely not be handled so easily, and the public is even encouraged to participate in the supervision of the disaster relief process to minimize the damage, and there are almost no casualties.

A group of men can't compare to a girl who is as careful as dust.

At this moment, a terrifying thought came to Wu Tongzhou's mind, a thought that made him feel crazy.

He was so rebellious that he wanted to assist the Princess and His Majesty's five princes to grab the throne.

Wu Tongzhou patted himself on the head, and laughed at himself dumbfoundingly: "Wu Tongzhou, your brain was kicked by a donkey, and you actually came up with such a rebellious idea."

He patted himself awake, picked up the brush on the pen holder, and summarized all the accounts.

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Sheng Jingmo stepped up to the third floor and knocked on the door.

Madam Yan quietly opened the door and asked in a low voice, "Is there something wrong? The girl is still asleep!"

"Auntie, go down and rest first! I'll watch." Sheng Jingmo pushed open the door and stepped into the room.

"That's not good!" Mrs. Yan suppressed the tiredness in her eyes and refused.

After two days in prison, she was also very sleepy.But men and women are different, it would be bad if people see them.

Sheng Jingmo sat on the side of the bed and reminded: "Yinyin is still young, after going through so much, I'm afraid she's exhausted. I'll keep her here and feel at ease."

The implication is that the voice is still small, and no one will think about it.

"Okay." Madam Yan responded, closed the door, turned and left.

Sheng Jingmo looked at the sleeping little girl, with tenderness on his lips, and he raised his hand to wipe the sweat off the little girl's forehead.

It was early summer, and the room was a bit dry, so he took out a folding fan from his sleeve and fanned it gently to drive away the heat for her.

The wind was very light and gentle, driving away the heat, and the slightest bit of coolness woke up the little girl, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The young man in Xuanyi held the folding fan lightly, his clear eyes were full of warmth, and then he was attracted by the folding fan in front of him: "Brother Jingmo, this folding fan is so beautiful."

Gold and jade silk threads are gathered to form pendants, silver veils are used to spread fan surfaces, sandalwood is used to carve bones into landscapes, and Suzhou embroidery is as light and thin as brush and ink to draw human landscapes.

"Thank you Brother Jingmo for the gift." She took the folding fan in his hand, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed lightly, and the faint sandalwood fragrance lingered around the tip of her nose.

She didn't like luxury things, but the folding fan was elegant and exquisite without losing the extravagance, so she couldn't put it down.

"I heard that most craftsmen are stubborn and stubborn, and they don't want to do anything casually. How did you get this folding fan?" She gently unfolded it, stroked the double-sided embroidery on the fan, and her eyes were even more joyful.

"I have a slightly better temper when I meet this one." Sheng Jingmo touched the tip of his nose and replied in a low voice.

Bai Qingyin saw him trying to hide his appearance, leaned forward, and asked softly: "Didn't you put a sword around his neck and force him to do it for you?"

"Do you think I'm that kind of person?" Sheng Jingmo asked back.

he is.

he is the one.

That old man was very lofty, saying that he was too murderous to have his folding fan, so he could only hang that old man on a tree and force him to do it.

Facts have proved that some people owe it, but within half an hour, that old man gave in.

Bai Qingyin nodded seriously, and replied, "You are, you are."

They grew up together since they were young, and she still can't figure out his temperament.

He will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

"Did you put the sword around someone's neck, or did you hang him from a tree?" She expressed her guess.

"Where did the curiosity come from?" He refused to answer, not wanting to damage his image in her heart.

"Hungry! I'll go to the kitchen and bring you some food." He found an excuse to escape, avoiding her questioning.

Bai Qingyin held the folding fan in her hand: "Why are you running? I don't really want to know the truth."

As a man, you still have to save some face for him!

Bai Qingyin lifted off the quilt, put on embroidered shoes, took out the dowry table and took out the wooden comb, gently combed up the loose strands of hair, took out the flower-pink hairpins and put them on both sides of the bun.

Through the small crack in the door, Sheng Jingmo saw her dressing up.

The shadow of the beautiful woman in the mirror is the soul of the emperor.

Through the tiny gap, Shengjing's mo eyes looked at the girl in the mirror, who was delicate and agile, calm as water, and there were ripples in his heart, just like waves, surging.

"Brother Jingmo, why are you standing at the door and not coming in." She looked back at his absent-minded eyes, opened the door, and asked in a low voice.

"I don't want to disturb you." He drooped his eyes to hide the surprise and throbbing in them, and stepped into the room.

Bai Qingyin sat down, Sheng Jingmo put the food on the table, and whispered: "Tang Yisheng said that you haven't recovered, so you can only eat light and digestible food."

Bai Qingyin picked up the celadon bowl, picked up the wooden chopsticks, picked up some vegetables, and asked, "Uncle Liu, uncle, have they all eaten?"

"You are the only sleepy little lazy cat left!" Sheng Jingmo sighed softly.

As he spoke, he picked up the wooden chopsticks and put the Sixi meatballs into her bowl: "You will take care of it for two days, and when you return to the capital, I will ask His Majesty to transfer an imperial chef to Nianhua Xiaoyuan to take care of your food."

He put down his wooden chopsticks, picked up a bowl and spoon, and scooped her a bowl of white fungus, lotus seed and red date soup, and told her, "Drink some white fungus soup later, to nourish the blood."

In the days to come, he will work harder to raise her up.

Although Bai Qingyin was a little hungry, she couldn't bear to be fed like this, and quickly refused: "No, don't feed, I can't eat anymore."

"Then drink the soup." The little girl used up a lot of food, so he fed the white fungus soup to her lips.

During these days, the little girl lost a lot of weight, and he felt distressed looking at it, and tried every means to feed her.

He has already ordered the kitchen of the post station next to him to prepare more pastries and snacks to satisfy the princess.

The little girl said no, but she still couldn't refuse Sheng Jingmo's coaxing and the sweet soup's coaxing, she drank the soup in the white porcelain spoon with her mouth open.

"I can't do it anymore, I really can't eat anymore." Seeing another spoonful of sweet soup being offered, she immediately refused.

Fearing that Sheng Jingmo would not believe it, she continued to feed her. She stood up and pointed to her swollen belly: "Look, I really can't eat anymore."

(End of this chapter)