Shuhan

Chapter 9
The original site of Liu Bei's Left General and Yizhou Mufu is on the site of the "imperial palace" where Gongsun Shu proclaimed himself emperor at the end of the Western Han Dynasty.

Therefore, compared with other prefectural pastoral mansions, the prefectural pastoral mansion in Yizhou occupies a very large area, not only crowded with many government offices, military camps, school grounds, and even Liu Chan's place is where Prince Gongsunshu's East Palace was.

Of course, this place is no longer called the East Palace, but the Prince's Mansion.

After entering the State Shepherd's Mansion, Pang Tong went straight to the government office. Liu Chan made a lot of noise today, and there are big articles in it. There are many things that can be done to stabilize the hearts of the people in Yizhou.

Liu Chan didn't rush back to the son's mansion, but went to the backyard of the Ruzhou pastoral mansion to report to Mrs. Wu that she was safe.

Mrs. Gan passed away due to illness last year. Regarding the medical conditions of this era, even Liu Chan, as a time traveler, can do nothing for it!

Mrs. Sun is now in Jiangdong. As for Liu Bei's other wives and concubines, their status is naturally inferior to Mrs. Wu's.

It was already Xu time, the sky was completely gloomy, the stars were all over the sky, and the moonlight was shining, causing a burst of grass blowing and insects singing.

"Is mother asleep?"

The maid on duty at the gate of the courtyard saluted Liu Chan and said, "Madam has not fallen asleep yet, she is waiting for guests inside!"

Hospitality?

Liu Chan froze for a moment.

It's so late, there are still guests?
It should be noted that in this era, the pace of life is slow, and early to bed and early to rise is the norm. Unless you are a workaholic like Zhuge Liang, no one will stay up late.

"Who is the guest?"

"Ms. Zhang's family."

A beautiful figure appeared in Liu Chan's mind.

"Then go and report, I haven't greeted my mother today!"

"Yes."

Not long after, the maid came out of the courtyard again, but this time, she did bring a person behind her.

"Brother Zen, Brother Zen."

I saw a woman with two braids and a small skirt, holding out her arms to Liu Chan for a hug.

"Yu Niang."

Liu Chan hugged the little girl in his arms. This seven or eight-year-old little loli is Zhang Fei's youngest daughter, Zhang Peiyu.

"Is your sister in there?"

"Sister-in-law brought Yuniang over today, Brother Chan, can you tell me a story tonight, and the preserved five fruits."

Liu Chan hugged the chattering little loli and walked inside.

In the living room in the courtyard, there is a green bamboo screen. In front of the screen, there are three low food tables. The finished products are displayed in the shape of characters. There are deerskin cushions behind the food products. In the middle of the characters, there is a bottle of red dragon incense burner. There is a calming green smoke rising.

The four walls of the living room are hung with blue curtains, and in the gaps, there are also calligraphy and paintings written by Liu Bei.

"The child greets the mother."

After Mrs. Gan's death, Mrs. Wu undoubtedly became the main wife, and she took charge of Liu Bei's back house.

"My lord, please get up."

Madam Wu put down her needlework, made a gesture of support in Liu Chan's direction, and asked the accompanying maid to welcome Liu Chan to the left seat.

She was dressed plainly, not Sichuan brocade, but ordinary people's coarse cloth, and there was no makeup on her face, and a double-ring snake bun was tied on her head.

But even without makeup, simple clothes, plump body, the charm of a mature woman still radiates unconsciously.

"Is the young master out of the city today?"

"Yes."

Liu Chan got up and knelt on the deerskin cushion.

"I've heard that it's dangerous outside the city. My son has a body of ten thousand gold, so don't put yourself in danger."

Mrs. Wu's tone was as tactful as possible.

She is not familiar with Liu Chan, but she became the mistress last year, and Liu Chan became her son in name.

For a growing heir, Mrs. Wu dare not speak sternly to Liu Chan.

"Mother taught me well."

"Forget it, let's not talk about it."

Madam Wu continued knitting against the dim light.

"You've been here for so long, why don't you say hello to Lan Niang?"

Lan Niang is naturally the woman sitting opposite Liu Chan.

"Lady Lan."

Zhang Fei's eldest daughter, Zhang Peilan got up and bowed to Liu Chan's money, her eyes bent into crescent moons, and she said with a smile: "Lan Niang has seen you, young master."

Zhang Peilan wore a hanging bun, on which was a beaded hairpin with tassels hanging from it. When she spoke, the tassels swayed.

The face is fair and clean, the skin is soft, the eyebrows are slender and picturesque, the eyes are shining like stars, and the whole face is delicate and beautiful.

A simple white pleated skirt, standing there, dignified and noble, quiet and elegant, like a budding hibiscus, spotless.

"There's no need to see each other between you and me." Liu Chan waved Zhang Peilan to sit down.

"Come here, call the chef to bring up some wine and food."

"No need."

Liu Chan got up and yawned deliberately.

"It's getting late. I shouldn't have disturbed my mother. In addition, the baby is tired today, so I won't stay here. It's better to take a bath and go to bed earlier."

"Since that's the case, then I won't keep you anymore, Lan Niang, send the son off for me."

"Yes."

Liu Chan got up and walked in front, Lan Niang slowly followed behind.

After leaving the yard, Liu Chan stopped, and he turned to look at her.

Under the moonlight, the beauty is thin and delicious, making people unable to resist the urge to take care of her.

"The cold weather in spring is going away, and the weather is getting warmer."

Lan Niang felt Liu Chan's burning eyes and lowered her head slightly.

"That son is me."

"Have you knitted the spring clothes yet?" Liu Chan pointed out.

"Father's spring clothes, I have asked someone to send them over." Lan Niang lowered her head even lower, a blush gradually rose on her cheeks.

"what about me?"

"I'll knit it for you, but it's almost ready." If the cheeks were still pink before, then from the neck up, it's all blushing.

"And this sachet, it doesn't smell much anymore."

Liu Chan rested the sachet on his waist, then took Zhang Peilan's hand and put the sachet in her hand.

With her hands intertwined, Lan Niang's heart beat wildly, and her breathing became a little short.

"Young master, I...I'm going back."

"I'll send the sachet back tomorrow."

Seeing the Yiren in front of him trotting back to the small courtyard as if fleeing, Liu Chan shook his head slightly.

It's still the simplicity of women in this era!

Touching his hand and joking twice made him very ashamed.

of course
Not all women in this era are as gentle and soft as Lanniang, and a figure of a woman holding a spear flashed in Liu Chan's mind.

My body couldn't help shivering.

If you want a wife, you should look for a gentle and beautiful girl like Zhang Fei's daughter, like Guan Yinping and the like, forget it
Back at the son's mansion, Liu Ji, the steward, bowed his back and smiled obsequiously.

"My lord, the hot water is ready, and the cook has also prepared wine and food. Look."

"The food and drink will be waived. Send him to Mr. Pang."

"promise."

Liu Ji hurriedly asked the maid to take a bath.

Lying in the bathtub, a few pairs of slender and soft hands rubbed his back with a towel. The evening breeze outside the house was gentle, and the sky was shining with stars. Liu Chan squinted his eyes, thinking about the Chongwen Museum and the Jiangwu Hall.

Basics!

He needs power to do what he wants to do.

　Monthly ticket recommendation ticket
　　
　
(End of this chapter)