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Chapter 179 0176 [The caring little lady]

under the sunset.

Li Qingzhao strolled on the street.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. Coupled with her graceful temperament, she was incompatible with the pedestrians around her.

Walk along the streets of the outer city all the way to the inner city.

Li Qingzhao came to the door of a mansion with ease.

The housekeeper recognized her at a glance and said with a smile: "Mrs. Li, are you here to see my young lady?"

"Ah."

Li Qingzhao nodded and forced a smile: "Excuse me, please let me know."

"Mrs. Li, wait a moment, Lao Zhuo will go right away."

After saying hello, the butler walked towards the courtyard.

After a while, he came back and said, "Mrs. Li, the young lady and the young lady are in the kitchen of the small courtyard."

"It's work."

Li Qingzhao smiled slightly, stepped through the hanging flower door, and walked straight towards the backyard.

Lin Wanqing is one of her few friends in Qingzhou. The two have known each other for ten years and have frequent contacts, so she is very familiar with the Ma family.

Following the gravel path and passing through rockery pavilions, Li Qingzhao arrived at the small courtyard of the back house.

Before she could enter, she heard a sound of frolicking coming from the small courtyard.

"Wow! Mom, what did you put in there? It's so bitter!"

"It's strange, I obviously didn't let go... Okay, how dare you lie to me!"

"Whee!"

Listening to the playfulness of Lin Wanqing's mother and daughter, Li Qingzhao felt a touch of melancholy and envy in his eyes.

She married Zhao Mingcheng when she was 19, but for so many years, she never gave birth to an heir.

Zhao Mingcheng also had several concubines, but none of them gave birth to a son or a daughter.

As they grew older, Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao gradually gave up on this idea.

Now, her husband is an official away from home and has been separated from her for five years.

During the past five years, she had lived alone in Qingzhou, and outsiders could not understand the suffering of loneliness.

In comparison, although my close friend was also miserable, her husband died young, but she always had an innocent daughter by her side, which was countless times better than me.

Hiding his thoughts, Li Qingzhao walked into the small courtyard.

Although she has been here many times, she can't help but be amazed every time.

The entire small courtyard is located in the southeast corner of the back house, in a quiet location. In the courtyard stands an exquisite attic and a lush locust tree like a canopy.

Two swings hung from the thick branches, swaying gently in the wind.

There are no rockery pavilions in the courtyard, but there are large flower beds. For a woman, this small courtyard is like an exquisite dressing table, which makes people unable to put it down.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Ma Shuyao walking out of the kitchen holding a clay pot.

Seeing Li Qingzhao, the little girl's eyes lit up and she said happily: "Aunt Li, come and try the honey smoothie I made."

Looking at Ma Shuyao's bright eyes, white teeth, and innocent little face, Li Qingzhao felt that the depression in his heart had dissipated a lot.

"Sister is coming!"

Lin Wanqing also walked out of the kitchen.

The three of them talked and laughed and came to sit down at the stone table under the locust tree.

Ma Shuyao picked up the wooden spoon, filled a bowl of honey smoothie and handed it to Li Qingzhao, and then filled another bowl to Lin Wanqing.

Then, the little girl held her chin in her hands, her big and energetic eyes full of expectation: "Auntie, Aunt Li, try how it tastes."

The food and snacks in the Song Dynasty were very rich. During this period, cold drinks had become popular.

Honey ice is a type of cold drink. The method is no different from the smoothies of later generations. Grind the ice cubes into smoothies, pour in milk, add fresh seasonal fruits, and finally top with a few spoons of sugar and honey. That’s it.

Yang Wanli loved honey sand ice very much, and once wrote a poem about it: It seems to be greasy but it is refreshing, it is condensed and it feels like floating.The jade is broken at the bottom of the plate, and the snow is sold at the edge of the mouth.

Li Qingzhao picked up the spoon, took a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

Feeling the sweetness and frost in her mouth, she couldn't help but smile and said, "It's very delicious."

"Really?"

After being praised by Li Qingzhao, a smile suddenly appeared on Ma Shuyao's delicate face.

Li Qingzhao said in an envious tone: "My sister is so lucky to have such a well-behaved, smart, and filial daughter like Youyou."

Hearing this, Lin Wanqing couldn't help but shake her head and laugh: "Filial piety? My sister doesn't know, but this bowl of honey ice is still in the glory of her husband. This girl made it specially for her husband. The reason why she is so attentive , you are counting on the two of me to help you try out the taste."

"what?"

Li Qingzhao's hand holding the spoon froze, and he asked with a surprised look on his face: "Is there anyone here?"

Lin Wanqing nodded and said, "Yes, I promised it to Han Zhen."

"Han Zhen?"

Li Qingzhao looked confused and searched hard in his mind.

But after thinking about it for a while, I couldn't remember any scholarly family named Han in the city.

Seeing this, Lin Wanqing reminded: "It was the current county magistrate of Yidu County, Weng Weng, who made the decision."

The two have been friends for more than ten years, and she also knew Li Qingzhao's temperament and would not talk nonsense, so she did not hide it.

Li Qingzhao suddenly understood.

Mayanmin made this decision based on his own considerations, and it was hard for her as an outsider to say anything.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little silent.

Lin Wanqing took the initiative to break the silence and asked, "Sister, I'm here now, but what's the matter?"

Li Qingzhao hesitated and said, "I have something I want to ask my sister for help with."

Lin Wanqing said softly: "Sister, why do you need to be like this? You and I have been sisters for so many years, so just say what you say."

"Today I went to the inn to send a letter, but I was told that I had to show my household registration. After learning my identity, the inn's official withheld the letter, saying that it was a letter sent by a relative of an official and required the county magistrate's handwriting. Sister, you are You know, my husband and I have been separated for several years, and we can only rely on letters to relieve the pain of missing each other. We agreed to send a letter every ten days to report our safety."

Li Qingzhao paused for a moment, and continued: "I heard that my sister's family has some friendship with the county magistrate, so I want to ask my sister for a favor, and the county magistrate will be accommodating."

"This...sister, if it's something else, I agreed without saying a word. I also know the identity of Youyou's husband..." Lin Wanqing looked embarrassed.

People in the county and city knew Han Zhen's identity well.

In order to prevent the news from leaking out, Han Zhen immediately strictly controlled the inns and caravans.

Letters sent by scholars to officials and relatives must be reviewed by the government and can only be sent after receiving the handwriting.

"Don't worry, sister. It's just an ordinary letter and will never reveal news about the city. If sister doesn't believe it, you can check it out."

Li Qingzhao said, taking out a letter from his arms.

"How can I read the private messages between my sister and Mr. Zhao?"

Lin Wanqing declined without knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Ma Shuyao on the side was eager to try. The private messages between the talented woman and her husband were too tempting.

After glaring at her daughter, Lin Wanqing muttered: "How about this? Youyou will go to deliver honey smoothies to her husband later, and let her ask about it."

Li Qingzhao said gratefully: "No matter whether it succeeds or not, I would like to thank my sister and Youyou."

"Aunt Li, you're welcome."

Ma Shuyao waved her hand, and then said: "Auntie, I'm going. If it takes a long time, the smoothie will melt and it won't taste good." "Just go."

Lin Wanqing waved her hand.

Hearing this, Ma Shuyao put the clay pot in the food box, and then hurried out of the courtyard with the little maid.

Watching her leave, Li Qingzhao said softly: "It seems that Youyou is very fond of this marriage."

Lin Wanqing chuckled and said, "This is the best."

For women in ancient times, it was really lucky to be able to marry the man they loved.

……

……

After a busy day of official work, the weather outside the lobby was getting late.

Han Zhen stood up and stretched.

After a few words of explanation, he mounted his war horse and returned to the mansion.

Han Zhen got off his horse and threw the reins to the servant, and the steward immediately stepped forward to meet him.

"Alang, madam is here."

lady?

Han Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately reacted.

With a slight hum, he stepped into the door.

Passing through the hanging flower door, one can see Ma Shuyao sitting in the hall, sipping tea leisurely.

Seeing Han Zhen come back, the little girl immediately stood up and called softly: "Husband."

Han Zhen asked with a smile: "Why are you here?"

"I made some honey smoothie and gave it to my husband to try to relieve his fatigue."

As Mashuyao said, he opened the food box on the table and took out the clay pot.

He took out a wooden spoon and a small bowl, and thoughtfully helped Han Zhen fill a bowl.

At this time, the smoothie had begun to melt, and Ma Shuyao warned: "Husband, please eat quickly. When the smoothie is finished melting, the taste will not be good."

"it is good!"

Han Zhen smiled and nodded. After sitting down, he picked up the spoon and started tasting.

The lingering power of the autumn tiger is still there. It’s so refreshing to have a bowl of cold, sweet and sour smoothie at this time.

The taste is almost the same as that of later generations, the only difference is that there are too few types of fruits.

After eating a bowl of smoothie, Han Zhen took a deep breath and asked, "Did you make it?"

Ma Shuyao said softly: "I wonder if it suits my husband's taste."

"tasty."

Han Zhen praised him.

Hearing this, Ma Shuyao's smart eyes immediately revealed a smile.

This was the first smoothie Han Zhen had when he came to Song Dynasty.

I was greedy for a while, so I scooped up another bowl and tasted it slowly.

At this time, Ma Shuyao said: "Husband, Aunt Li came to the door just now and said that she wanted the slave family to help with something."

As soon as these words came out, Han Zhen immediately understood that he had something to ask for.

In a human society, this kind of thing is unavoidable.

Since he took a dowry of 3000 million yuan from the Ma family and a pink concubine, he must bear some responsibilities.

Thinking of this, Han Zhen asked: "Which Aunt Li?"

Ma Shuyao introduced: "Aunt Li's name is Qingzhao, and her husband-in-law is now the magistrate of Dengzhou."

Li Qingzhao?
Han Zhen was a little surprised and asked curiously: "Does Li Qingzhao have a close relationship with your Ma family?"

Seeing that his expression was as usual, Ma Shuyao explained: "Aunt Li is my mother's best friend. We have been friends for more than ten years."

Unexpectedly, his mother-in-law was actually Li Qingzhao's good friend.

When I was in school in my previous life, I also memorized Li Qingzhao's poems.

Han Zhen said in a casual tone: "What's the matter with her?"

"Aunt Li and Mr. Zhao have been separated for many years. They have agreed to send letters to each other every ten days, not only to report that they are safe, but also to relieve the pain of missing each other. When I went to send the letter today, I was refused by the inn's official. Accept it, so I invite you to come and ask if you can be accommodating."

Ma Shuyao briefly narrated it, and then said seriously: "Husband, you should give top priority to important matters. If it is inconvenient, just refuse it directly. Aunt Li is not a person who is incapable of cleaning up, and she will not harm the slave and mother because of this matter."

This caring look made Han Zhen's heart move slightly.

Not to mention, the little girl is still young, but she is extremely lovable.

"This matter is not difficult to handle. Let her send the letter to the government office. Someone will review it. If it is correct, it can be sent out normally."

Some things can be accommodated and some cannot.

Li Qingzhao's husband, Zhao Mingcheng, is the magistrate of Laizhou. Who knows whether she will talk about him in the letter.

Once the secret is leaked, his plan to surprise the Western Army may come to nothing.

Naturally, he couldn't take this risk.

Ma Shuyao responded obediently: "I will inform Aunt Li when I return home."

Seeing that it was getting dark, Han Zhen asked, "Can we have dinner?"

"not yet."

Ma Shuyao shook his head.

Han Zhen ordered: "Go back after dinner."

"Ah."

Ma Shuyao responded generously.

In fact, she also wanted to stay with Han Zhen for a while.

She was very curious about her husband.

Not long after, the maids brought the dishes to the table, and then lit the candles in the hall.

There are only three dishes in total. The meat dish is only one stir-fried beef with green onions, plus two plates of stir-fried seasonal vegetables.

Han Zhen said: "I usually dine alone, so there are not many dishes. I didn't know you were coming today, so it's a bit shabby."

Ma Shuyao said understandingly: "I usually eat light food, so three dishes are just right."

"Let's eat."

Han Zhen smiled slightly and greeted.

After all, she is the legitimate daughter raised by a wealthy family. Her dining etiquette and movements are impeccable and even have a touch of beauty.

Seeing that she only ate seasonal vegetables, Han Zhen picked up a piece of beef and put it into her bowl, and warned: "Eat more meat and chicken on weekdays, don't just eat vegetables."

Well, eat more meat and gain weight before you can start.

"I obey my husband."

Ma Shuyao said softly.

(End of this chapter)