The Concubine of Transmigration is Difficult

Chapter 227
"Ah Xian, go down and think about how to pull out the fangs of this land-headed snake. He also wants to follow Mrs. Lu's example of suppressing me and daydreaming." Shang Kun said angrily, and then said, "Write to him, Ganzhou I will go to Liangzhou City sooner or later, but I hope to see him in person in Liangzhou City before the New Year. If he doesn’t come, I will send someone to invite him until he is invited.”

Shang Xian hesitated and said, "I'm afraid it's not the best policy to fight head-on. That Mr. Chen saw that we were in a difficult situation, so he pretended to be smart to blackmail you."

"You want me to coax him, unless the sun comes out from the west." Shang Kun's men forcefully snapped a table leg and broke it.

Mr. Lang is right, he can't completely subdue a tough person once, and there will be endless troubles in the future. He rushes to the front when it comes to exerting his strength, but it is not his strong point to come up with ideas when it is his turn.

Shang Kun summoned a few staff members to discuss it, and someone came up with the idea of ​​simply accepting the Chen family's daughter as a concubine. Halfway through the conversation, he saw that Lang Jun's face became gloomy, and the person who said it shut up and pretended to let himself go.

Well, just because the situation forces him to accept a concubine, the gentleman is about to turn his face, and if he proposes to let him marry a wife, he can't violently kill someone.The staff had a very dangerous heart, but they could only live up to the great trust of the two princesses, and they would not say a word about letting the prince marry a wife from now on.

Three days later, the artisans sent Yijun a simple stove, a total of ten large and small ones. They were placed in the official office of Shangkun Outer Court. The air in the room was fresh in the morning, and there was no smoke.

With a big wave of his hand, he sent one to each of his confidant generals and staff, leaving three, leaving one in the back house and two in the front yard guard.

Yijun joked that she didn't have enough face, it was her idea that the people around her could only have a stove.

"Wait another ten days, wait for the artisan workshop to come out and fill it up for your maids and the Seventeenth Aunt, and then you can send one to Mrs. Lu." Shang Kun explained with a smile. , and his subordinates gestured at the map, not knowing what they were planning.

"Miss Lu has an old lady and a young lady, one is not enough." Yijun objected, at least two are needed.

Shang Kun's eyes were fixed on the map, and he promised, "The Lu family is rich, and gold and silver charcoal are not rare things. Send one as your wish, and Mrs. Lu may not be able to use it."

Yijun gave up as soon as he heard it, walked up to Shang Kun and looked at the map, seeing the location he had designated on Ganzhou, he couldn't help opening his mouth, "You're going to Ganzhou again, going out in such a cold day, I don't agree. I will let you go out of the city after the new year."

"Thinking about how to beat the snake without alarming others." Shang Kun spoke half-covered.

Empty words are the best way to speak, Yijun replied, "Of course you hit a snake with seven inches, just like the eldest princess, her seven inches weakness is you." On the top of Shang Kun's head, Shang Zhaoyang was the only topic they had to avoid.

Shang Kun smiled, hugged Yi Jun and kissed, "My seven inches is Ah Yuan."

So, Yijun was coaxed by his sweet words to revise the sketches and improve the shortcomings of the existing stoves. By the New Year, such stoves were all over Liangzhou City, and every room in the Subei military camp had a new stove.

Because of the need to blow chimneys, the ironware in Liangzhou City is almost exhausted, and Shang Kun is worried about what to use to make weapons. Yijun can't control so much. The meal went straight to the bed again.

Seeing that she was able to sleep so well, Shang Kun felt suspicious, and called the doctor to ask for his wife's pulse.

For half a candle, the doctor rested his hand on Yijun's white wrist and groaned, stroking his half-length beard thoughtfully.

Shang Kun could hear the beating of his heart, and stared at the doctor's expression, not knowing what he was looking forward to.

"Madam has been nourishing too much for more than a year, and she tends to sleep too much in winter when it's cold, so it's not a problem." He said it's not a problem, but the doctor broke out in a cold sweat, knowing the real reason why Lang Jun asked him to come. The intention was that everyone would be disappointed if it wasn't Ximai. The two princesses in Beijing were looking forward to the golden grandson, but Mrs. Shizi and Mrs. Ru didn't move at all.

Thinking of the rumor in Beijing, the doctor shook his head on the way back to his room. The Shang family was too murderous, no wonder the heirs were not prosperous.

"I said it's all right, but you still don't believe me, Baba sent someone to come and prescribe a lot of medicine, I don't want to drink it." Yijun threw it into his arms, and the thought of drinking bitter medicine hurts his heart and lungs.

Shang Kun was a little absent-minded, and responded softly: "It's up to you, if you don't want to drink, tell people not to decoct the medicine."

Could it be that it was true that he committed too many murders, and all of them were retribution on Ah Yuan?
"Ah Yuan, have you ever regretted following me?"

Hearing strange words out of nowhere, Yi Jun raised her head in shock, and Shang Kun asked her again while stroking her face.

She nodded, "I regret that I only have you in my heart, and I can't drive you away. Wherever you are, I will be trapped there, and the magic pill can't save me."

He was as calm as water, half-embracing Yijun and sighing softly.

(End of this chapter)