The beauty is charming and strong, and the cold Buddhist son is deified

Chapter 43 Disguise
When the two sons of the Song family returned home from school, the family had a lively meal together, which made Song Qingwan feel extremely satisfied. This was the taste of life.

After finishing her meal to help digest the food, she went to the main house to see her mother and brother. Both of them were recovering well. After all, the Song family was rich now and could get proper care.

So in order to maintain this happiness, Song Qingwan took out Song Dad's carpentry tools and started working hard in the house.

Song Qingya was washing and scrubbing, Song Dad was sweeping, and the two sons were reading and writing by lamplight.

Even late at night, the family is still busy.

After a long time, Father Song came over after finishing his housework, "Wanwan, what are you going to do? Dad will help you."

Song Qingwan was making small objects, so she didn’t draw any pictures. It wasn’t easy for Song’s father to help. “No need, Dad. You have to get up early tomorrow. Go to bed first.”

It was really early. Dad Song usually got up before five o'clock, had a simple meal, took a bus to the imperial city, and went to work at six o'clock. It has to be said that civil servants in ancient times were really hard-working.

"Okay, don't do it too late. You are all in the growth stage. Be careful not to grow too tall."

After saying this, Father Song returned to the main house.

The siblings looked at each other, and finally did what they were supposed to do.

What Song Qingwan wants to make is a Feng Shui ornament of mountains and flowing water, which is made entirely of wood. It has a windmill-style Feng Shui wheel that can rotate automatically when filled with water, and an incense burner, which has to be carved out of stone.

Even indoors you can hear the delicate and vivid gurgling of water, fish swimming among the mountains and rivers, and the smoke flowing back from the incense burner like a gauze and a dream.

It can be said that it rises from the mountains, turns into water, and smells an elegant charm.

Not believing that those literati would dislike it, Song Qingwan firmly believed that the ornaments could be sold at a good price.

Even if she can't, it doesn't matter. She is good at mechas, and making these little moving things is really easy for her.

But it is also a delicate job, so after her brothers and sisters have gone to bed, she is still working alone.

First the parts are carved, then assembled, disassembled, and finally painted. This paint is unexpectedly waterproof, worthy of being a gift from the emperor.

Song Qingwan decided not to hate Li Minghe for cheating her out of the five thousand taels. She wanted to use this paint to earn more money.

So, when Father Song woke up, he saw the Feng Shui ornaments on the table in the main hall. Not only were the flowers and birds lifelike, but the key point was that the windmill could actually rotate by itself under the action of water.

There are mysteries hidden in it, and the craftsmanship is so superb that it is no exaggeration to say that it is a work of art that surpasses nature.

Then there were a few drawings next to the ornaments. Father Song recognized it at a glance. This was the windmill that his eldest daughter mentioned, as well as the shape and principle of the terraced fields.

Father Song became more and more excited as he watched. If it was not yet dawn, he would have rushed into the house to wake his daughter up, then asked her questions carefully. After he had thoroughly understood these techniques, he would build a career for her, and promotion and wealth would be just around the corner.

It was not until this moment that Father Song realized that his greatest achievement was having a smart daughter.

Father Song folded the drawing tenderly, put it away and carefully placed it in a cloth bag. He didn't even have breakfast. He took a steamed bun and ran to work. He was full of passion, as if he had endless energy.

When Song Qingwan woke up, the sun was already shining on her butt. However, she was not in a hurry. Instead, she changed into men's clothes, tied a bun on her head, and painted herself to look like a boy.

When she walked out of the room, she saw her younger sister Xiaowu and her younger brother Xiaoliu playing with her Feng Shui ornaments, and Zhizhi was also having a lot of fun.

When they saw her, they greeted her at the same time, "Big sister."

Song Qingwan paused, "Can you still recognize me after I've made myself up like this?" She couldn't help but doubt her makeup skills.

"Same scent." Song Xiaowu didn't even raise his head. "Little mole on the chin." Song Xiaoliu pointed at his chin.

Okay, forget that these are two little elves, but Song Qingwan is sure that no one will recognize her as a girl after she walks out the door.

Hearing her voice, Song Qingya came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of food, "You are dressed like this, are you going out to sell this ornament?"

Song Xiaowu and Song Xiaoliu felt their hearts tighten and they almost hugged the ornaments in their arms. They were obviously reluctant to let go as they had not played enough.

Seeing this, Song Qingwan smiled and said, "Then you guys play. I won't sell today. I'm going out for a walk and won't be back for lunch. Zhizhi, eat quickly. We'll go out later."

"No, no, my friend treated me to sashimi, it was delicious."

Song Qingwan, who was eating meat buns, suddenly felt that the buns in her hand were not so delicious, "Why don't I have such a friend?" When it comes to feeding friends with delicious food, a dozen is never too much.

"You did! You ate Li Minghe with gusto yesterday."

"Poof! Cough cough." Song Qingwan sprayed. Could this be the same? But she just hoped that she wouldn't run into that monk again today. She was afraid of indigestion.

After Song Qingwan had eaten and drunk her fill, she took Zhizhi out the back door, walked around many bends, and then walked a few blocks before catching a ride. When they arrived at the central street, they took another carriage. Now they were finally just an ordinary person, right?
"Sir, where do you want to go?" The driver saw the handsome boy in front of him looking around curiously, as if he came from another place, and was afraid that he would not be able to call out the name of the place.

"I'm going to Prince Ping's Mansion." Song Qingwan answered a little shyly.

The coachman straightened up immediately. He didn't expect that this unworldly boy actually had such a relationship? He was a royal relative?

"Young sir, are you going to visit your relatives?" This is the biggest possibility. Seeing Song Qingwan clumsily climbing onto the carriage and almost falling, the coachman hurriedly helped her up.

Song Qingwan smiled gratefully, "Yes, my eighth aunt's second aunt's cousin's cousin works in the palace. She said there is a suitable job for me to look for."

"So that's how it is. Congratulations, young sir." The coachman's eyes were full of envy. In the royal family, even the old man who smokes night incense has a high status, much better than them, the common people.

Then, the two chatted along the way, and Song Qingwan also found out a lot of information about Prince Ping's Mansion. It might be ordinary to others, but it was enough for her.

In the dark alley, Song Qingwan released the canary, "Squeak, did you hear that? King Ping has a mynah bird. That's your target. Take out your sashimi and make sure to capture it."

"I know. Wanwan can trust Zhizhi to do things. Zhizhi also knows the way home. If Wanwan has something to do, she can go first."

Afterwards, a gray bird jumped into Prince Ping's palace, and no one noticed anything unusual.

Song Qingwan waited for a while. When she wanted to leave and go out for a walk, she suddenly saw a familiar figure walking out from the corner gate of Prince Ping's Mansion.

If this person is not the man with the black mole, then who is he? !

Okay, okay, there is a road to heaven but you don’t take it, and there is no door to hell but you force your way in, so don’t blame her for being rude.

Song Qingwan curled the corners of her mouth and followed quietly.

When Li Minghe's secret guards who were investigating Prince Ping's Mansion saw this, they immediately reported the news to their master. They had seen Song Qingwan in men's clothing, so they naturally recognized her.

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