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

On the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, the weather was clear and windless, Song Qingyue slept in a warm bed, and was awakened by the ink fan.

"Shizifei, Shizifei! Wake up!"

"Come on, what happened?" Song Qingyue closed her eyes, sat up hugging the quilt, and yawned.

"That Xu Jiu, I'm going to deliver snacks to the son again! The second time, the second time!" Mo Fan excitedly shook two fingers in front of Song Qingyue's eyes that were still closed.

"Okay, okay, stop shaking, I know." Song Qingyue yawned, her eyelids were still swollen, it's not time for her to get up now, okay?It's not quite light yet.

She had to sleep until dawn every day before getting up.

Mo Shan was anxious, and added: "It was Eunuch Ji who came here to let the servants pass the message to you."

"Eunuch Ji?" Song Qingyue yawned again and laughed, "Ha, he, the head of intelligence, sold favors to me, so he is optimistic about me! Tsk tsk, I'm not afraid that his master will blame him. That's all, find two Give him a piece of gold leaf, just say I will remember this love."

Song Qingyue fell down again as she spoke, she really wanted to stay under the covers for a lifetime in winter.

"Hey! Princess Concubine, don't lie down! Aren't you going to do something?" Mo Fan said anxiously, "Then Xu Jiu, how should I say it... you shouldn't be like this! You are still in this mansion!"

"What can I do? She was instructed by Grandpa Xu. Why can't I rush over and scold her? That would be disrespectful. Let's forget about it, let me sleep for another half an hour." Song Qingyue went under the quilt Shrunk, and closed his eyes securely.

Su Wang's Mansion wants the support of Wei Guogong's Mansion, so Li Zhao can't be indifferent to Xu Jiutai.

What is she going to do?To see him act?

She didn't want to find it to be unhappy.

On the martial arts arena in the Grand General's Mansion, Li Zhao continued the character design of the S-rank scumbag in his original book, took Xu Jiu's handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and the little girl ran away in joy and shame.

Xu Youzhong looked at his teeth sorely. He was a man, so he could tell that Li Zhao looked at Jiumei with no warmth in his eyes. However, since His Highness is willing to act, it can be regarded as giving the Xu family face. Everyone is happy, so why not do it ?
He neither opposed nor supported his father's decision, he could only say that he didn't care.

Whether Xu Jiu's move is successful or abolished, it may be different to the Duke's Mansion, but to Xu Youzhong personally, it really doesn't make much difference.

As for Xu Jiu's younger sister, he didn't care at all, she was just a concubine, her aunt used to be favored and always made his mother angry, Xu Youzhong had no affection for this ninth younger sister at all.Besides, this matter was first asked by Aunt Bai to ask her father-in-law.

They seek benevolence and get benevolence, and no one can interfere with their Qingyun way.

As for whether this matter is good or bad for Xiao Jiu himself, he doesn't think about it at all.

He doesn't care much whether Xiao Jiu will be favored in the future.His wife and the imperial concubine whom Li Zhao loves very much are sisters, and he thinks this relationship is enough.

In his heart, he felt that his father was overdoing it this time.He understood that his father wanted more benefits and wanted to be safe, but if Xiao Jiu entered Li Zhao's backyard, his own position was actually a bit delicate.

Isn't the lady angry now?
Time flies to the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month.

Li Zhao looked forward to his birthday for several days.

Early in the morning, Song Qingyue took out a long brocade box from under the pillow, and kissed Li Zhao on the cheek with a smile: "My brother's birthday is auspicious."

Li Zhao's eyes lit up: "The lady really wants to be a husband, and Yue'er is the first one to give me a birthday present today."

"Well, that must be!" Song Qingyue was proud.

Open the brocade box, inside is a scroll, Li Zhao can probably guess what it is, a painting.

Song Qingyue is good at drawing with charcoal.

Speaking of which, the charcoal pencil she used should have been made in the workshop of King Su's Mansion.

After His Royal Highness King Su took this kind of pen from Mr. Song, this kind of pen was quickly loved by the navy generals.

So His Royal Highness King Su discussed with Lord Song how to make charcoal pencils.

It is said to be carbon, but it is actually made of coal.You need to crush the coal first, put it in the water and blow the bubbles, then take the graphite powder that can float in the bubbles, then dry the floating matter, mix it with clay, make a thin core, and dry it Baked hard, and finally put into the two halves of soft paulownia wood cover and glued with lacquer.

It is said that it is running a charcoal pencil workshop, but in fact, it was mainly to provide military supplies for the navy at the beginning, and it did not make money.

But later, many sea merchants and ship merchants who ran ships also began to buy this kind of pen, and then gradually a group of poor scholars began to use it. After all, the price of this thing is much cheaper than the sum of pens, inkstones and inkstones.

However, this kind of pen is mainly circulated among the people, and the upper-level bureaucrats and wealthy scholars regard it as unpopular.

But it is this little thing that is not popular, and now it can bring more than 8000 taels of income to Su Wangfu every year.

8000 taels may not be a big deal to Su Wangfu, but it is an enviable figure in the eyes of ordinary nobles.

For example, on the surface of Wei Guogong’s mansion, the farmlands add up to about 250 mu, and the average yield per mu is about 150 jin. According to the current grain price, one stone of rice (about 4 six jin) one tael Calculated in silver, then all the land properties of the Duke of Wei's mansion add up, and the total annual income is only [-] taels.

Of course, the Duke of the country still has Juelu, five thousand stones issued by the court every year, and other shops under the name of the palace to make a living.

In any case, 8000 taels is not a small number.

Li Zhao laughed when he thought of charcoal brushes. Speaking of which, he had never seen her seriously draw a picture. He only heard from a servant that the concubine Shizi had painted a portrait of Meng Wanfeng, which was extremely lifelike, but his When I was still on the grassland, I never saw it with my own eyes.

"You drew me?" Li Zhao hesitated to open it.

"Don't ask, just open it!" Song Qingyue's eyes sparkled.

Li Zhao was looking forward to it, and slowly unfolded the picture scroll. He was a little surprised by the content of the picture.

It is indeed himself, but not the imagined self.

I saw him on the screen, with paint on his face, bandages on his waist, and gauze hanging his arms, but he still looked unrestrained and unrestrained, sitting wildly by the window with his legs crossed, sitting in the air. In the breeze with peach petals.

He was wearing a brocade robe on his shoulders, his hair was flying in the wind, and he was so energetic and vigorous.

Two lines of poems were inscribed on the screen with a brush.

"When I first met you,

It's like returning home. "

Li Zhao immediately remembered the scene when the two first met in Baoding.

Yes, it was their first meeting at that time, but they were also old friends.

He was seriously injured at that time, but the first moment he opened his eyes after he was unconscious, he saw her face.

At that time, she had probably been imprinted in his heart.

Li Zhao held the painting and looked at it for a while, and stopped practicing his fists and feet.

This is really well drawn!
It seemed to be even more beautiful than a real person. He didn't remember that he had ever sat in such an insolent posture in front of her at that time.

It turned out that this was how she looked at herself at that time.

Sure enough, Yue'er fell in love with him at that time!
Song Qingyue looked at the painting and explained to Li Zhao with a smile: "Your Highness is not less handsome even if he is seriously injured. When I first saw him, I thought, this man is really handsome."

Li Zhao grabbed Song Qingyue's waist and asked her, "Did you want to marry me at that time?"

Song Qingyue lowered her eyes and shook her head slightly.

Li Zhao hooked her chin, lowered his head and kissed her, forehead to forehead, and asked, "But are you tempted?"

Song Qingyue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and it took a long while before she gave a low hum.

The corners of Li Zhao's lips curled up, and he kissed her forehead.

At this moment, Mo Fan suddenly interjected: "Your Highness, I have been painting this painting of the concubine for many days, and many paintings have been discarded. This one was picked out of more than ten!"

Li Zhao looked at Mo Fan with raised eyebrows, and frowned, "When did your girl become so bold? When you come to the northwest, you lose the rules!"

Mo Fan knelt down with a plop in fright.

Song Qingyue grabbed his sleeve and shook his arm: "Don't do this, people are scared by you!"

Li Zhao smiled and shook his head: "Forget it, I won't punish her this time, it's because the lady put her heart into it." He took her hand and kissed it.

Afterwards, Li Zhao asked Lin Wanfu to reward Mo Fan with two golden peanuts, but Mo Fan still patted his chest, looking unresolved, Your Highness is really scary!

Li Zhao was happy all day because of this painting, especially the first two lines of the poem: "Meeting you for the first time is like returning from an old friend." He looked at it over and over again, and recited it over and over again.

Reading this poem, I feel the tip of my tongue is sweet.

This Xingkai is also written very gracefully and beautifully, with a lot of effort.

In the study, a group of guards and Xiao Huangmen were recruited by Li Zhao to the study to observe his wife's masterpiece.

Li Zhao pointed to the two lines of the poem, and said to everyone he met, "Is it Song Tanhua's daughter, not to mention the painting, look at the word, how many ladies in the capital can compare to this poem?"

He also called Xu Youzhong here, called Appreciation, which was really embarrassing.

Everyone was full of praise, and Xu Youzhong also praised the painting in a very face-saving manner.

Only Lin Wanfu didn't know what was going on in his head, probably because he couldn't bear to see his highness being poured into the ecstasy soup by the imperial concubine, so he actually sang the opposite tune: "I don't think so, the daughters of the civil servants' families almost have this level, you just brag about it!" Right. Even if the Crown Princess boils two eggs, it will be the most delicious in the world in His Highness's mouth."

So Li Zhao kicked him on the butt and was kicked out of the study.

After eating longevity noodles in the evening, Song Qingyue dragged Li Zhao into the room. At this time, there was a big screen in the room. Eight people, quite a big battle.

But all of a sudden, Cui Bai ran in like a gust of wind, knelt down in front of Song Qingyue, and cried, "Miss San, something happened to our wife! Go and have a look!"

"What's the matter? Don't worry! Speak slowly."

"Miss San, don't ask any more questions, hurry up and go with your servant."

Seeing that Song Qingyue was about to leave, Li Zhao grabbed her and said, "I'll go with you."

"Come on, it's your birthday today, why bother Your Highness, please sit down and continue watching, everyone is ready."

"You asked me to watch alone?" Li Zhao asked very dissatisfied.

Song Qingyue felt aggrieved: "But I paid all the money! Just sit down and watch!"

Seeing that he was still a little reluctant, she put her arms around his arm and pushed him back on the soft couch: "It's not convenient for you to go to my sister's business, sit down, this is a birthday gift I prepared for you, you Enjoy it, don't miss it."

Li Zhao scoffed angrily, but sat down anyway.

Song Qingyue hurriedly left with Cuibai.

Li Zhao wanted to lose his temper and leave in a huff, but Mo Shan and Mo Hen stood aside and stared at him in aggrieved manner. He really had no choice but to sit down and watch.

The songs from the Western Regions are cheerful and lively, but Li Zhao is not in the mood to watch them at all.

After the dancer in green came in, he also lowered his eyes, not wanting to look.

This dancer's clothes are too revealing, her shoulders, arms and stomach are all exposed.

He was a little disgusted, and even wondered if Song Qingyue deliberately wanted to give him a woman because she couldn't sleep with her.

The orchid in the cyan dance dress finished dancing, and another dancer in a red dance dress and gold ornaments came up, holding a tambourine in her hand. Li Zhao raised his head and took a look, then felt that something was wrong.

She was covered with a veil and heavy makeup, but her slender figure and fair skin looked very similar to Song Qingyue.

This dancer was much bolder than the one just now, her white thighs were repeatedly exposed from the gauze skirt, she twisted her waist like a water snake, and even winked at him.

Li Zhao's first reaction was to put his hand on the dagger at his waist for self-defense, wondering if it was a woman sent by a certain family to seduce him, but the more he looked at the fat dancer, the more he looked like his beautiful, unearthly fireworks The fairy lady.

Song Qingyue looked at Li Zhao's face from vigilance, to anger, to bewilderment, she was almost laughing, she threw the tambourine with her hands, stood on tiptoe, turned around to the man, Ass sat in his arms.

Pulled off the veil, took a sip of wine, fed it directly into Li Zhao's mouth, held the man's face, and said delicately: "Don't you like it, husband? Why don't you just smile?"

Li Zhaozhen stared in disbelief at the flirtatious and beautiful dancer in front of him who was wearing scantily dressed clothes and heavy makeup. This is, Song Qingyue?

"You...just now, it was all fake?"

"Well, are you surprised?" She showed her thin and white legs, straddled him, and put her arms around his neck coquettishly, "Smile, I practiced for you for two months!"

Li Zhao felt his blood surge when he saw her in this outfit, he pulled off his smock and covered her head.

The servants in the room were so frightened that they all turned their backs consciously, and even the hidden guards in the dark blushed and lowered their heads.

"You..." Li Zhao wanted to get angry, but couldn't. He didn't tell her that there were many hidden guards here.

"Bullshit!"

There was an impulse in my body, wanting to give this daring woman a lesson.

In the inner room, Song Qingyue was not being honest, she hugged his neck tightly, opened her mouth and bit his Adam's apple: "Husband, I'm living a life, I can do it today."

"you!"

Li Zhao's stomach tightened, and he grabbed her chin viciously: "Song Qingyue! You owe it to me!"