The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 151 Serving with the army?
Li Zhao came back very late that day, and missed dinner for a long time. Song Qingyue hurriedly asked someone to prepare a meal for Li Zhao, but Li Zhao stopped her and said, "Not busy, I didn't have time for lunch. Two biscuits."

Song Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief: "Then have a bowl of pigeon soup. It's too greasy to digest at night. At least eat a few pigeon eggs to fill your stomach. It's the best nutrition." After thinking about it, she added: " Then fry a plate of Chinese cabbage."

Hearing this, Li Zhao was heartbroken and laughed. He took her hand and sat down on the edge of the slump. He took a look at the needles and thread in the bamboo basket on the edge of the slump, and took a look: "I'm molesting my husband again." Pants?"

Song Qingyue saw his slender white fingers pinching the white silk underwear she made for him, for some reason, this scene made people feel inexplicably astringent.

She pretended not to care and said solemnly: "I made triangular ones and boxer ones for Your Highness, with different cuts. Your Highness, try to see which one you like. I will make more and bring it for Your Highness so that you can change it..."

The more she spoke, the lower her voice was, and Li Zhao's eyes made her face flush.

"What are you looking at!" Angrily, she threw the three pairs of obscene pants she had made into his face, Li Zhao laughed haha, hugged her, leaned over, and kissed her cheek several times.

"My lady, you don't have to be shy, you and I are the closest people in the world, aren't you?" He held her in his arms, licked her red ears that were about to bleed, his eyes flashed with pride.

Song Qingyue was so teased by him that she couldn't speak clearly: "By the way, that... today, um, that is...that is to say, I heard that when you are generals, you usually have soldiers to serve you... Well, Your Highness, you need to No need, that..."

Li Zhao raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and raised her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Song Qingyue felt that she had no right to ask Li Zhaofei to live according to her own lifestyle. After all, she grew up in a different environment, and she didn't want to force him not to touch other women.However, when I think about arranging other women on my husband's bed, I can't help but feel uncomfortable, depressed, and wronged, and my eyes can't help but get wet.

But Li Zhao thought she was reluctant to leave him and wanted to serve him personally. Those deer-like eyes were wronged and pitiful, and the more he looked at them, the more he felt warm.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other for a long time, he rolled his throat, let go of her chin, and said: "Forget it, the march is hard and dangerous, you should stay on your own farm. When you pass by for your husband's food I'm looking for you, dear." He bowed his head and kissed her lips, smiled, and patted her head comfortingly.

Song Qingyue was taken aback for a moment, but then realized that Li Zhao had misunderstood that she wanted to serve him with the army, and she was relieved. It's fine to be misunderstood, as long as he didn't take the initiative to mention it, she decided to pretend to be stupid and not say goodbye to him. s arrangement.

Just when supper came, she pushed Li Zhao and told him to relax and eat.

Not long after, a small soldier came to ask Li Zhao to go to the military tent to discuss matters. Li Zhao squeezed Song Qingyue's hand and said, "Go to bed first, don't wait for me."

Song Qingyue nodded obediently, watching him leave the half-eaten supper and hurried out again. For a moment, she thought of her father in her previous life, who often ate, answered the phone and hurried out again.

Later, Dad got a stomach problem, and in the summer, eating iced watermelon would cause him to roll all over the floor in pain. Song Qingyue unconsciously wanted to take good care of Li Zhao, so she called Little Eunuch Qin and told him to tell Lin Wanfu who was in front of Li Zhao. , Tell him to pay attention to let the son eat on time, even half a pancake when the time comes, don't be full for a meal, hungry for a meal, stomach problems are prone to occur.

Leakage, when Li Zhao came back, Song Qingyue had already fallen asleep, and Lin Wanfu smiled and told Li Zhao what Song Qingyue told her before going to bed.

"The princess is concerned about you."

Li Zhao glanced at the little woman curled up quietly on the bed, and his heart was as sweet as honey.

Lin Wanfu looked at the corners of Li Zhao's slightly raised lips, and told Song Qingyue about the group of aunts who came to Song Qingyue in the afternoon to mention Mengniang, and said with a flattering smile, "The imperial concubine won't let the slaves talk about it. You have hurt your peace because of several concubines and several generals, and the Crown Princess always thinks of you."

Unexpectedly, Li Zhao immediately put away his smile: "They said in front of the concubine that Mengniang wanted to serve this son?"

Seeing Li Zhao's darkened complexion, Lin Wanfu felt a little inexplicable, the hair on his back stood up instinctively, and he also put away his smile, and said cautiously: "I don't care when I look at the concubine..."

Li Zhao suddenly realized that when Song Qingyue asked him if he wanted someone to serve her, she wasn't talking about herself, but someone else!

Thinking of this, his face darkened even more.

Early the next morning, Song Qingyue had two dark circles under her eyes, and was very displeased to be hugged by Li Zhao and stuffed into the carriage. Today Li Zhao returned to Beijing and was going to escort a batch of military equipment from the capital to Daningwei, so he happened to send Song Qingyue back to her on the way Zhuangzi.

Song Qingyue was about to die of anger. She slept soundly last night, but was woken up by Li Zhao's psychosis, and she was tossing for a while.He still didn't really want her, but there were too many tricks, which made her drool all over her body, and she had to scrub it.But after scrubbing, I couldn't fall asleep, and didn't close my eyes until it was almost dawn.

Just as she closed her eyes, she was called up again, saying that she was going to be sent back to Zhuangzi.

Song Qingyue wanted to lose her temper because she couldn't get enough sleep, but she was timid and didn't dare to face Li Zhaofa, so she could only sulk and sulk herself.

Li Zhao took a snack to feed her, but Song Qingyue tilted her head, yawned and muttered softly, "I'm dizzy, I don't have an appetite."

Li Zhao clicked his tongue, knowing that he had made it through last night, so he hugged her, let her lean against him, and coaxed her softly: "Okay, isn't it time to leave again? I can't bear you for my husband , Be good, don't be angry."

Song Qingyue closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Li Zhao kissed her forehead: "It's your birthday on the eighth day of the lunar new year. I'm afraid I won't have time to celebrate your birthday. I'll make it up for you when I come back, huh?"

Song Qingyue snorted: "Whoever wants you to make love, go to your Mengniang! They said, keep your innocence for Your Highness."

Seeing her jealousy, Li Zhao felt relieved, nodded her nose, and said with a smile: "Look at you with a small nose and small eyes, what kind of pickled bastard is that? This son's golden and precious body is also that bastard." Can you touch it?"

Song Qingyue suddenly opened her eyes and squinted at him: "Why can't I touch him? Doesn't Your Highness often go to that Yichun Tower with Ning Si? There is also a top card named Nanxiang or Nan, isn't His Highness's pink confidant?"

Li Zhao curled his lips into a smile, and squinted at her: "How did my lady know?"

Song Qingyue: ...

She has read the book, Nan Xiang is an intelligence agent of Prince Su's mansion, but Nan Xiang does have thoughts on Li Zhao, after King Jing ascended the throne, he helped Li Zhao do a lot of things, after being caught by King Jing, he was arrested in the edict. She was tortured in prison, and finally Li Zhao entrusted someone to give her poison. In short, Nan Xiang died a miserable death.

For some reason, this detail suddenly came to mind.

What a villain, Song Qingyue sighed, closed her eyes again and didn't want to talk to him.

Li Zhao pursed his lips. He couldn't explain this matter, so he just lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "It's just a joke, I only have you in my heart, trust me."

Song Qingyue was too lazy to respond to him, how could she know that he was just playing tricks on her?

Thinking of this, Song Qingyue wilted again.

Li Zhao sent his newlywed wife back to Xianyuezhuang on the way. Before leaving, Song Qingyue repeatedly told him to pay attention to safety, and to deal with injuries in time. He also gave Li Zhao a box of alcohol and gold sore medicine, as well as the medicine prepared by Mrs. Chen. Life-saving pills.

While tidying his clothes, he nagged like an old mother: "Don't belittle your body because of your youth, change your dry clothes in time when it rains and get wet, remember to eat on time, and don't eat when you are hungry. If you eat too much all of a sudden, you have to rest in time when you stay up late, and you have to use someone under your command, so don't exhaust yourself to death with every detail..."

He lowered his eyes, staring at her small white face, listening to her concerned chatter, his whole heart was wrapped in tenderness at this moment.

Song Qingyue, who was in the middle of the speech, found that his deep eyes froze in an instant, and the sound of heartbeat was heard next to his ears, and blood was rushing to his face.

"What are you looking at!" She stared, and he pulled her into his arms with a smile and hugged her tightly.

"It's nothing, my wife cares about me and is happy for my husband."

Song Qingyue wanted to say that she just thought of the ending of the hero's untimely death and felt sad, and she didn't want him to be like that.

"Okay, I'm leaving, take good care of yourself, and wait for my husband to come back, huh?"

She hummed in a low voice.Li Zhao scratched the tip of her little nose, then reluctantly let go of her, got on the horse, and rode away with his whip.

It wasn't until Li Zhao's figure disappeared from sight that Song Qingyue suddenly came to her senses: No!Li Zhao is not the hero!Maybe one day she really wished that Li Zhaoying would die young!

Really, I was dazed just now...

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The eighth day of the seventh month of this year is Song Qingyue's 16th birthday.

Su Wang sent someone to Baoding to pick her up and return to Beijing two days in advance. This is her first birthday when she married into Su Wang's mansion, so she has to do something for her. After all, it is the son of the prince who is married, and the sedan chair carried by the sixteenth is brought back. The princess of the world.

But Song Qingyue's scalp tingles when she thinks of such a crowded occasion. To her, this is not a celebration, but torture.

When she was in Guangzhou Mansion, her father was one of the biggest officials in Guangdong Province, and the guests who came were basically of lower status than her, so don't be too careful in what she says and do, and she is willing to hold a birthday banquet; when she came to the capital Afterwards, the family of the princes, the emperor and the nobles walked all over the place. The key point is that there is no entertainment in this era. The women in the backyard like to criticize others when they are free. , will be caught.

She is a technical post, and it is already very reluctant to be forced into a management post. Now she is required to engage in public relations, isn't it killing her!

Song Qingyue sighed, where is the reasoning here?
She wrote back and said that the weather was too hot and she had suffered from heatstroke, and she was afraid that she would disappoint her father's wishes.

As a result, in the evening of that day, Eunuch Wang, who was beside King Su, brought the imperial physician over in person, saying that he wanted to take Song Qingyue back to Beijing to recuperate.

Seeing that Song Qingyue still wanted to stay in bed and pretend to be sick, Eunuch Wang stood across the bed curtain, immediately straightened his face, and said seriously: "Concubine Shizi, the post for the birthday banquet has been sent out, even if you don't want to do it, you have to do it! It is the face of King Su's mansion, and even more so, the face of His Royal Highness! Even if you don't think about yourself, please think more about our Royal Highness!"

After that, Eunuch Wang paused, and made a bow to Song Qingyue: "The above are the original words of the prince, and the prince also said that even if you are too sick to get out of bed, the servant will carry you back!"

It was clear that she was pretending to be sick, Song Qingyue pursed her mouth, sat up from the bed bravely, and said aggrievedly: "I see, Eunuch Wang, I will go with you after I dress up a little."

"Thank you, Princess Concubine, for understanding our Royal Highness."

After Eunuch Wang finished speaking, he went to wait in the wing room.

While combing her hair, Song Qingyue muttered: Father is kind and son is filial, father is kind and son is filial!

Song Qingyue returned to the palace with a dark face, carrying rough sketches of a smoothbore flintlock gun and a more advanced lightning mercury percussion gun in her arms.

They will definitely not be able to get the primer of the percussion gun for the time being, so they just pass it. As for the smooth flintlock gun, they don't know if the current ironmaking technology can meet the requirements.

Let that Yan Lao think about how far he can do it. Presumably King Su also has iron and steel craftsmen under his command.The cunning rabbit is still in the three caves, she would never think that His Highness King Su, who has been preparing for the mutiny for more than 20 years, is in that cave.

Anyway, she just drew the structural diagram that she had read in the book "History of Ancient Weapons Development" written by her uncle in her previous life.

During the first Opium War, the British used this single-shot smoothbore flintlock gun to rub more than 9000 Qing soldiers on the ground with more than [-] expeditionary soldiers.

In the previous life, when she was learning modern Chinese history in the history class of junior high school and high school, she felt like she wanted to wipe her tears in every class. She was really fed up.

According to my uncle’s book, in fact, the firecrackers of Shenjiying in the middle and late Ming Dynasty were not considered backward in the world at that time. It is the tradition of the Manchus, so they gradually gave up firearms, and the army's weaponry turned back to the use of primitive bows, crossbows and swords.

Song Qingyue thought that if King Su became the emperor in the future and stopped working on weapons research and development for his own rule, she would definitely not mind another rebellion.

Ever since she saw the big cave built by His Royal Highness King Su in order to prepare for the conspiracy, she has been overwhelmed. Whether to talk about love or not is the second priority. To straighten out the useless history that makes people vomit blood is the first thing in her mind. one.

Of course, the most important thing now is to prepare for tomorrow's big banquet.

On the way back to Beijing, Eunuch Wang brought a list of invited guests over to show her.

Song Qingyue glanced at the seemingly endless list, if it wasn't for Nanny and Mo Yun who were desperately pulling her back, she would have jumped out of the car and fled immediately.

Fortunately, His Royal Highness King Su has done ample preparations, and even thoughtfully helped her choose what to wear tomorrow.

The first-class maids of the jade generation who served Li Zhao in the front yard carried six camphor wood clothes racks and lined them up. On the racks were six sets of very gorgeous Yunjin Hanfu, ranging from color to pattern. They are all very youthful and beautiful, and they look heavy. When you touch them, you find that they are much thinner than the fabrics of autumn and winter hem skirts.

But even if it is thinner, it is still Yunjin!
Song Qingyue was most afraid of hot weather, so she asked her to wear gorgeous but heavy fabrics layer by layer. It was so sweltering that the ice basin couldn't hold back, and she even prayed for rain tomorrow.The sun was basking in the sun all morning, and by lunch time, it was unbearably hot.

There is also a row of nanmu trays on one side of the table, with head and face jewelry that match the color of the clothes, and six sets of accessories such as jade pendants, fans, handkerchiefs, and shoes.

Song Qingyue asked them to bring them in front of her, inspected them one by one, then nodded to Liuyu, expressing her satisfaction, and asked Nanny Bai to reward them with silver.

Yuqin raised her chin slightly with a bit of arrogance, Song Qingyue saw it as if she didn't see it, and didn't give Yuqin an extra look.

As the eldest concubine, Song Qingyue couldn't bear to get angry with the maids, so she waved them back.

Song Qingyue had seen that Mrs. Liang had to change her clothes after an hour at a banquet, but let's ask her to change her clothes six times a day, no matter what, she thought it was too much. She propped her chin and thought about it. Said: "Mother, do you think this will be a bit like a peacock spreading its tail, shaking its feathers vigorously, for fear that others will not know how rich it is?"

Bai Momo was taken aback, and looked at Song Qingyue with a trace of caution in her eyes. She felt that her young lady seemed to be making trouble again.

Song Qingyue smiled slightly, and squinted her eyes at Nanny Bai: "Manny, help me take out the sets of Suzhou embroidered light gauze skirts and soft smoke skirt covers that I made last summer and iron them. Let’s just choose plain silk for the inner garment, and it’s not autumn yet, so I’m being asked to wear brocade, it’s really trying to heat me to death. If you’re sweating all over your face, it’s my concubine who will be ashamed!”

Bai Momo put on a perplexed face and dissuaded her: "Although those sets of dresses are pretty, they feel a bit voluptuous anyway, and they are okay to wear in private on weekdays, but if you really want to wear them to such a big banquet, I'm afraid they will lose their dignity. "

Song Qingyue put a stern face on her face: "I am not allowed to wear the clothes I like to wear at the birthday party of my concubine! Who is this for? Maybe this concubine will wear it like this tomorrow, and those who secretly say that I am enchanting , Hu Mei, I will wear a dress of the same style as mine and go out to a banquet some other day! It’s not entering the palace, why should I be so solemn?”

Nanny Bai has always been unable to resist Song Qingyue, so she agreed to take Mo Zhu and Mo Hen to find clothes in the cage.

Song Qingyue stood up, walked to the nanmu tray, stared at the head for a long time, pointed to the pearl picking cards in the tray that were to be hung on the crested hairpins on both sides, and said to Mo Yun: "These picking cards are called the Sewing Room Gang." I sewed it onto the gauze, and tomorrow I'm going to hang it around my waist."

Shapes are all floating clouds, good looks are king.

And let Mo Mei and Mo Lan, the little girls, open the storeroom. She is going to pick out some special sets of head and face jewelry. Special clothes need to be matched with special head accessories.

(End of this chapter)