The Concubine of Transmigration is Difficult

Chapter 100 Long Streets Parallel (1)
Before Shang Kun promised to let her go home for a few days, Yijun had been looking forward to it for a long time, and he searched for good things openly: seasonal medicinal herbs, incense cakes for incense, rouge, and sent Aran to the kitchen to order something special. A few pastries that suit Aunt Luo's taste, and some beautiful dresses for Xing'er and Cai'er...

Miscellaneous, there are two big burdens and a food box, piled up on the round table is very conspicuous.

Yijun walked around the table twice, is she too petty?She really has never seen the world before, making others think that she wants to move the princess mansion back home.

Thinking of this, she smiled and said to Ah Ran.A Ran shook her head and said no, and said that Mr. Lang ordered someone to prepare two carts of gifts, all of which were for the Luo family.

Yijun puts away his smile, throws away the pile of things, sits by the window, picks up a book and flips through it.

In the early morning, the light shines on the room, wisps and strands, Yi Jun is bathed in golden light, sitting quietly, frowning slightly, like a beautiful woman meditating.Hearing the maids calling Mr. Jun, she looked up at the man, and blurted out, "Mr. Lang, what do you think about A Yuan?"

Early in the morning, I could see Ah Yuan being stupid, Shang Kun chuckled, "It's because you are stupider than others."

She is not stupid at all, she is among the best in elementary school and university, with excellent grades in all subjects, and her job hunting is smooth.Could it be that since the time travels, the body has deteriorated, and people have also become dull and their IQs have declined?

She stared fixedly at Shang Kun, wanting to find out the real answer, the man became narrower, his starry eyes shone brighter, his lips curled up into a smile, he pulled her up and told him: "Let Qu Silang take you home, and let him escort you back at night."

ah?He didn't mean anything, he clearly agreed to let him stay for a few days, how could it turn into a day, Yi Jun was unhappy, so he naturally protested: "I want to talk to A Niang more, you have to keep your word."

Shang Kun stared, and suddenly thought of a flexible solution: "Let your mother stay with you in the mansion for a few days."

He took it for granted that Aunt Luo would definitely not come to the eldest princess' mansion.Before leaving the house, he was slapped on by someone, and Yijun took Aran with him to go out and take the car.A gaze followed her all the time, and finally waited until she turned her head and stared fiercely when she was about to leave the gate, Shang Kun smiled and didn't care.

He stood in the middle of the room and looked around, remembering what Ah Yuan was sitting in front of the window asking him, walked slowly over to that position, and stretched out his hand to grab it.Fool, he doesn't know either.

Everything in the room was filled with Ah Yuan's aura, she just went out, the aftertaste was still there, Shang Kun also sat down in front of the window, picked up the manuscript and flipped through it, he didn't know when he fell asleep on the bed.

"Lang Jun, Ah Xian is back." A personal guard whispered back outside the door. In fact, it doesn't matter how loud the voice is here with Shang Kun. He opened his eyes suddenly, alert and sensitive, and said in a deep voice: "Let him Come in."

The two people in the corridor looked at each other in amazement, the surprise was the surprise, Shang Xian looked exhausted, his shoulders were stained with dust, and when he stepped into the east chamber, he couldn't help but glance at his dirty clothes, and tried not to look at the furnishings in the house after entering , Half-kneeling and saluting: "Lang Jun."

Shang Kun lazily leaned on the bed, his dark eyes were deep: "Get up and talk, how are things going?"

Shang Xian staggered when he got up, and after running around for more than ten days, he came back with a strong breath and immediately reported to Mr. Lang, "I tried my best, but there are still [-]% people who can't be resettled. There are few poor people in Anyang, don't say If there are hundreds or thousands more people, even a new face will attract attention."

There is no way to arrange it, and how did Shang Zhaoyang gather these together back then without attracting attention.Shang Kun sat up straight and asked again: "Where are those people?"

"There are too many people, so we can only stay where we are and continue to act as coolies. The subordinates have brought a few small bosses, and you might as well meet them." After finishing speaking, Shang Xian took out a silk bag from his arms and held it with great care. : "This is the seal sent by the old Duke, and they only recognize this."

Shang Kun took the silk bag, opened layers of packages, twisted a black jade as small as a flower bud with two fingers, and carved it into the shape of a mandala flower. Ink pad, snow-white rice paper imprinted a very delicate Yang character, there is a missing parenthesis on the single ear, and a little more Japanese character.

"Based on this alone?" Shang Kun knew his grandfather very well, and he couldn't believe that such a simple certificate could mobilize thousands of soldiers.

"More than that." Shang Xian raised his head and looked at the master with deep meaning in his eyes, "I heard from them that the old man has orders, and he can dispatch them at will if he is close to him."

"Hmph." Shang Xian disdains the arrangements made by his grandfather behind his back, he doesn't appreciate such kindness.

"Thank you, go down first, and leave the rest to me." Shang Kun waved his hand, playing with the mandala flower seal in his hand, and stretched out his hand to throw the paper with Shang's characters into the smoker.

Taking another look at the furnishings in the room, Shang Xian stepped back and walked out of the East Wing. He didn't see Qu Silang all the way back to the room, so he casually asked a companion beside him, and the man replied that Qu Silang was escorting his wife home and would not be back until evening .

(End of this chapter)