Queen Mother's A Scientist

Cheng wanmiao returned to the room. The old lady on the bed lazily opened her eyes and asked, "what did he say?"

Cheng wanmiao bowed her head and replied, "my cousin said... Let me find another good match. I won't be wronged."

"If he really doesn't want to hurt you, he should marry you!" Old lady Fu was so angry that she took out the book under her pillow and fell to the ground!

It's a comic book. The story of general and Sirius fairy is more popular than the old talent and beauty.

"No media, Gou he, private life! Does he think I'm dead?! If you hadn't brought this book, I didn't know it had been discussed like this outside! This unfilial son! " Fu Lao Fu was so popular that he gasped and trembled.

Cheng wanmiao immediately brought the medicine and fed it to Mrs. Fu one spoonful at a time.

After drinking less than half of the bowl, the old lady couldn't drink any more. She waved away and said, "drinking medicine every day and every night, she had no taste except crying and smelling, and didn't see any improvement."

"Aunt, you are so angry that you don't feel it. I look at your look. It's better than before."

Cheng wanmiao gently comforted her, then put down the medicine bowl, took a preserved apricot from the exquisite pottery pot on the table and fed it to the old lady.

Mrs. Fu's eyes narrowed with sour and sweet preserved apricots, and her mood finally eased.

Cheng wanmiao looked at Mrs. Fu's face and said softly, "aunt, otherwise... Let's forget it? Wan Miao's status is low. I'm afraid she doesn't deserve her cousin... "

Old lady Fu glanced at her and said coldly, "you are humble. Isn't that Mrs. soldier lower? What is she without the title given by the emperor? But a cheap woman who lives in a military camp! "

Yes, I make swords and bows with a group of craftsmen in the military camp every day. Isn't it a cheap woman?

Cheng wanmiao thinks of Hua Qingxue's snow-white face and hates it in her heart.

Isn't it said that women in the north are the most old? Why is Hua Qingxue so tender that she can't squeeze out water?

Cheng wanmiao thought again: what if she looks good? Her hands must be rough! Calluses!

"My cousin is deeply in love with Mrs. Si Bing..." Cheng wanmiao bit her lip as if she had endured humiliation. "Wanmiao doesn't want to annoy her cousin or embarrass her aunt."

"Then don't you want your reputation?!" Mrs. Fu stared at her with hatred.

Cheng wanmiao wanted to cry. "Wanmiao is useless. It can't please my cousin. My cousin wants to marry Mrs. Si Bing. Wanmiao can't stay as a concubine. I just hope that the Green Lantern ancient Buddha will end the rest of my life!"

Old lady Fu said angrily, "did I raise you to be a concubine?!..."

She said, looking suddenly stunned, as if she were thinking about something.

Cheng wanmiao asked, "aunt, what's the matter with you?"

Old lady Fu smiled at the corners of her mouth, and her old face showed something strange. "You can't be a concubine, but... There are groups of wives and concubines around. My son is so big, and the Marquis house really should take a concubine."

Cheng wanmiao hung her head and a trace of malice flashed through her eyes.

……

The next day, Fu tingye rarely took the time to go to another hospital in his busy schedule.

When they had dinner together, Fu tingye asked her, "my mother came?"

Hua Qingxue was stunned and nodded immediately.

She doesn't like to complain, and she won't vent her complaints like a wronged little daughter-in-law. She didn't say anything. Fu tingye has heard about what happened that day.

As a son of man, he couldn't blame his elders. He was silent for a long time and sighed, "you've been wronged, mother. She didn't do that before."

Although the mother and son are estranged, Mrs. Fu at least understands the truth. Recently, she seems to have lost her mind and lost her sense and cultivation.

Hua Qingxue is not easy to talk about other people's parents. She agreed: "probably because she is old..."

They didn't want to talk much about this topic. They were silent and ate quietly.

……

Luo Muyu invited Hua Qingxue to go shopping.

She is a restless person. She used to help Lu Zhengqing deal with herbs and manage the medicine garden at home. Now Lu Zhengqing doesn't allow her to do anything. She doesn't even touch needles and threads. Luo Muyu can only go shopping and buy things.

It is said that a new batch of good materials have been purchased from the cloth shop in East Street. Luo Muyu wants to buy some for the unborn children.

"You can also choose for the general. It doesn't matter if you can't do it. It's your intention to find a tailor after you choose." Romu language encourages Hua Qingxue like this.

Pick cloth for Fu tingye

Hua Qingxue imagines that picture in her mind. Fu tingye usually wears two kinds of clothes, one is imperial clothes and the other is general clothes. Both of these clothes are in the charge of the special official office of the imperial court. As for what he looks like in civilian clothes

Hua Qingxue can't think of it.

She was impressed by the appearance of bare arms

However, she keeps her body at home every day. It's really boring. It's good to go out with romu language.

They went out hand in hand with several servant girls.

Today is a fine day without wind, with blue sky and white clouds. The sun in early winter is warm and distant.

The news in Luomu language is really sensitive. There are many new goods in the cloth shop. Many ladies and ladies are choosing in the shop. The scene looks quite lively.

The shopkeeper recognized that the clothes and fabrics on Hua Qingxue's body were high-quality goods. He knew that a big customer came and greeted them with a smiling face. He led them to the elegant room on the second floor. He not only offered tea, but also called the staff in the store to show them the samples of cloth one by one.

Luo Muyu was flattered and whispered to Hua Qingxue: "maybe he changed his owner. The service of this store was not so considerate before..."

Hua Qingxue was whiter than Luo Mu's language. When he heard the speech, he believed it, "well, maybe it is."

While drinking tea, they chose cloth. They were more comfortable than those ladies downstairs who endured the crowd.

Luo Muyu picked out a lot of good materials for her husband after picking them for her children. She planned to make some comfortable lining clothes.

Hua Qingxue was only accompanied. She gradually became interested when she looked at it.

Both ancient textile skills and traditional dyeing and weaving skills opened her eyes. In the end, she chose more than romu.

Luo Mu Yu took out a stone blue cloth sample and said with a smile, "who are you going to wear this color? Is it too tender for the general to wear? "

Hua Qingxue smiled shyly.

The color is really too fresh for Fu tingye.

She just thought the color was very beautiful. She couldn't help but want to buy it. It doesn't matter. Anyway, she has two disciples. Su Shaowen is very good with this color.

After a while, Hua Qingxue had a whim and asked the waiter, "do you have a kind of cloth that is thick, compact and wear-resistant... Oh, by the way, it's not easy to get wet when water is sprinkled on it. Is there such a cloth?"

Because Hua Qingxue bought a lot, the man knew it was a big customer and didn't dare to neglect it. He replied, "wait a minute, I'll ask our shopkeeper."

Then he left the cloth sample and went downstairs quickly.

Romu asked her curiously, "will there be such cloth? Isn't the water wet? "

"Well... It doesn't mean it's not wet, but it's very poor in water absorption. Unlike ordinary cotton cloth, it gets wet when it touches water." After Hua Qingxue explained, he also smiled and sighed, "I just suddenly remembered, so ask and see. If not, it's OK."

But after a while, the clerk in the shop came back and followed the shopkeeper of the cloth shop.

The old shopkeeper is obviously well-informed and more experienced than the waiter. After Hua Qingxue described it, he immediately said, "Oh! You mean canvas? "

Hua Qingxue thought and nodded, "well, it's a kind of canvas."

"Canvas is mostly used in the Liangjiang River Basin and coastal areas. Only shipbuilding can be used. Most people in Shengjing buy cloth to cut clothes, so there is no canvas in the store."

Hua Qingxue was disappointed. "Do you know where to buy it?"

The old shopkeeper pondered for a moment and said, "Sir, if you want a large quantity, we can buy a batch from the cloth store, but if the quantity is small, it... I'm afraid it's too expensive for the light road."

Canvas belongs to coarse cloth in ancient times. It is thick and bulky. The price can't be compared with exquisite silk. If the quantity is too small, I'm afraid I can't earn the fare.

Hua Qingxue didn't know how much it was. He asked, "is it more than a hundred?"

Shopkeeper almost fell on his back!

"My guest, are you going to build a boat?"

This is more than enough. I'm afraid we have to transfer goods from north to south to make up this number! Usually, no one cares about this canvas. Only in spring and autumn every year, when ships are to be built, will major workshops make some. Therefore, there is not much inventory now. Who expected that China's light snow would need 100 pieces!

Hua Qingxue smiled: "it's not shipbuilding, it's something else."

The shopkeeper said, "you may not be able to gather 100 horses in a short time. Are you in a hurry, sir?"

"It's not a hurry. Give me as much as you have for the time being." Hua Qingxue's attitude is very easygoing, "when the goods arrive, I'll send someone to pick them up."

She left the address of her other hospital and reported her name. The shopkeeper almost knelt down!

"It's Mrs. Si Bing!"

Hua Qingxue smiled and left the cloth shop with romu language.

The two women sat in the carriage. The carriage went on walking slowly. It seemed that they were going to continue walking.

The man on the teahouse looked at it for a long time and smiled: "I didn't expect that the soldier's wife of Daqi was really beautiful. It turned out that the comic book was not all fake. How can there be no warrior with flower protection around her?"

He got up and prepared to go down. He was held by another man with a knife at the table, "Your Highness, wait a minute."

The man smiled frivolously, "don't worry, ah Cheng, I won't be abrupt, but I'll get to know her."

"Your Highness, take a closer look." The knife wearing man glanced at the bottom without expression.

His highness frowned and was impatient. He still followed his words.

"... Fu tingye protected the soldier's wife very well." His highness saw the eyebrows and eyes, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

It seems that Hua Qingxue only takes a servant girl. In fact, dark guards are arranged around the front and back of her carriage to protect him silently.

There is no doubt that this must be Fu tingye's arrangement.