The secret agent listened to the prince's words and was naturally forced to turn around. Of course, he also remembered the instructions of King Huaiyang - the prince told him not to arrest him too quickly and too ostentatiously. After she found out her social circle, she would take action when she was about to turn Yangshan!

Yunniang also accompanied Miss Shi to buy it and was preparing to play in Lingquan Town for two days before returning to Qingzhou.

Shi Xueji praised the newly purchased hand stove and praised Yunniang for her good taste. She helped her choose such a satisfying stove.

Yunniang smiled on her face, but she felt a sneer in her heart.

The iron shop had a good hand shop, so Liu Miantang had also set a hand warmer stove for Ziyu. She was not good at handwork, so Yunniang helped her to make the hand stove cover.

So, Ziyu held the hand stove and kept leaving her all day, but only remembered that it was Liu Miantang's considerateness, and could not see her friendship with Yunniang's fine needlework.

Why!

It was clearly the one she met first. But at that time, he was the unattainable grandson and the eldest son of the crown prince. She was just the daughter of the little military officer. She could only look up to Liu Jing.

Later, he fell to the clouds and changed from Liu Jing, the grandson of the Great Yan Emperor, to a young master Ziyu who had no surname. She thought she should have the moon first. Unexpectedly, Liu Miantang came from behind and occupied all the young master's mind.

Now that Liu Miantang is gone, the fat daughter of General Shi jumped out. Hearing the meaning of the old subordinates of the East Palace on Yangshan, he also agreed with this marriage. After all, they were thinking of tying Shi Yikuan firmly to the Yangshan warship, so Miss Shi's broad-mindedness, beautiful and ugly appearance, has nothing to do with it.

What makes people most annoyed is that Ziyu seemed to want to adopt the meaning of his old subordinates and marry this Miss Shi.

Today, she deliberately pointed out the topic of Tzuyu's weakness, and attracted Miss Shi to buy a hand stove.

The hand stove carefully selected by Ms. Shi is exactly the same as the one Liu Miantang bought for Ziyu.

Maybe because I was afraid of being hurt by the scene, the hand stove had been put away by Tzuyu.

Now Miss Shi has sent her the same pass. She wants to see if Ziyu remembered the vows with Liu Miantang and felt guilty about the new man for the old man!

And Miss Shi was so attentive, she was just imitating her and only disgusted by Master Tsubasa.

Thinking of this, Sun Yunniang smiled slightly. She is now more patient than before.

As long as she is here, no one can think of becoming Ziyu's official wife - the future Queen of Dayan!

As for Liu Miantang, she had her own way to torment her. Let's see if she could remember the past and spit out the secret wealth she had swallowed!

...

Besides, Cui Xingzhou saw the soldiers training in the military camp, and prepared to go back to the royal palace to see his mother.

When he was about to leave that day, Concubine Chu complained that he had returned home too few times, so that he had time to go home more.

Maybe because she was thinking that she was about to get married, the Lian family had a lot of things to do, so Lian Qilan said goodbye to the concubine and went back to Lian's mansion with her mother first.

Cui Xingzhou doesn’t have to avoid suspicion of his cousin, so he naturally has to go home more often.

The concubine is also busy with the marriage of her son. Even ordinary people will have to be busy with things like this for more than a month. What's more, it's more things to prepare for when the prince's house meets the ceremonies.

Cui Xingzhou didn't care about this, but the concubine had to prepare it and let her son see if he wanted to see if he wanted.

"This Lord Shan from the Interior Office of the Capital City is too unreliable. He originally said that he would send some silk brocade from the sea of ​​clouds to Zhenzhou, but recently he said he could not deliver it."

Cui Xingzhou took the ginseng soup brought by his maid and said, "My son never chooses this, so mother doesn't have to bother."

The Concubine Chu disagreed: "Your aunt said that she saw the cold quilt made of cicada silk in Zhen'an Hou's Mansion, which was covered with cold cicada silk on her body in summer to cool off. That was not a royal property. It was just that the Internal Affairs Office chose convenience and was all ordered and monopolized. Everyone has the opportunity. Our royal family is not a silver that does not pay for Lord Dan, why can't a single piece of cloth be distributed?"

When Cui Xingzhou heard that it was his aunt Lian Chu's mother, he couldn't help but frown.

If it were normal for such private purchases of internal offerings, it would not be a big deal. But now Zhenzhou is a thorn in the court's side and a thorn in the flesh.

It was made in other houses, but they couldn't do it in the Huaiyang Palace. That Lord Shan was also a person who knew the eyes and then he temporarily regretted it and did not sell the fabrics of the palace.

However, Cui Xingzhou naturally would not say so clearly. After listening to his mother's complaints, he called the manager to scold him, and only told him that those who crossed the territory of Zhenzhou would have to report it to him. He had many ways and would never disappoint his mother.

When he came out of his mother's yard, Cui Xingzhou walked forward silently for a while, and suddenly asked to take charge of the matter. Later, his aunt Lian Chu urged his mother to buy imperial offerings and did not do it. He immediately told him.

Senior executives are good at being good at humans, so they naturally understand the power of it and immediately respond to it.

Cui Xingzhou stood on the pavilion by the lake, looking at the rippling lake surface, and thought carefully about his marriage for the first time.

It's not an exaggeration to say it's the first time.

As before, he had been engaged after hearing what his mother wanted. As for whether Miss Lian was suitable for being her own wife, she did not have any careful consideration.

But in recent times, he has seen through his aunt and cousin's temperament. It's not that it makes people unable to bear it, but he feels a little uncomfortable.

Cui Xingzhou did not want to rely on marriage to add icing on the cake, but he did not want to make things difficult for himself. Quarrels like North Street are absolutely not allowed to happen in the royal palace.

But the aunt of the Lian family is vain and her cousin is not acting generous enough, which makes people feel like they are stuck in their throats. Cui Xingzhou suddenly regrets: He shouldn’t have thoughtlessly, responded to his mother’s proposal and agreed to the marriage that would be more kinship.

But now that things have come to this point, he will not take the initiative to terminate the engagement, otherwise wouldn’t his cousin’s reputation be ruined?

It’s useless to regret it. When he gets free, he wants to talk to his uncle about how to control his wife and teach his daughter...

When I came out of the royal palace, the carriage from the Zhennan Marquis' Mansion had just arrived. Zhao Quan poked his head out of the car and said to Cui Xingzhou: "But I'll find you very well. If I can't find you here, I'll post a notice all over the city wall!"

Cui Xingzhou was not in a hurry to get on the horse, and only asked who Guigan, the Marquis of Zhennan. Zhao Quan raised the hook in his hand and said, "The newly-topped cruise ship in my house has been handed over. I thought about inviting Mrs. Liu to fish. However, she is now in your name and invites you to go with you. This is more legitimate."

Although Cui Xingzhou was used to Zhao Quan's inappropriateness, he was still displeased with him so bluntly. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Since you know that you are not justified, you are not good at speaking, why do you have to force others?"

Zhao Quan has been in love with him these days. When he thought that he had never seen Miss Liu for a long time, he suddenly felt bored. He finally thought of the excuse that he could travel to the lake together, so he naturally had to convince his friends to help.

"Okay! Master Jiu, don't make fun of me! You know what I think about Miss Liu, why don't you want to be a beautiful woman? Now the Yangshan thief is already a guest of General Shi, and the revelation of the amnesty has been submitted. I think Miss Liu is of no use. It would be better to let me take it and place her well."

Cui Xingzhou heard this and his face was as quiet as water. He said tepidly: "Yangshan once sent someone to arrest her. If it weren't for the secret guards I set up, she would have been kidnapped. The pillars of the Nanhou Mansion of Junnai Town should not be in any way. Don't let the muddy water flow at will."

When Zhao Quan heard this, he immediately became anxious and asked: "Has Miss Liu ever been injured?"

Cui Xingzhou was also fed up with his friend's concern for Liu Miantang's attitude. While turning over, he said openly and honestly: "It is difficult for her to marry others in the future. It is better for me to take care of her. So please rest assured Brother Zhao, I will take good care of my own people..."

After saying that, Cui Xingzhou whipped the whip, urged the horse, and took the servants and guards all the way.

The only one left Zhao Quan staring in the wind and dust thinking about Cui Jiu's words. When he realized that Cui Jiu was going to eat alone, the King of Huaiyang and his group had already disappeared.

When Cui Xingzhou returned to North Street, it happened to be after lunch. Because it had just rained, the temperature on North Street became colder, and there were fewer people sitting at the intersection of the street, and there were fewer words of saying hello.

Because he had previously said that he would not come back in the past two days when he went to visit his friend in Linxiang, Miantang told Li's mother not to prepare lunch.

While inspecting the shop, she bought rice cakes with red bean stuffing and spicy fried snails wrapped in butter paper on the street. The snails had to be sucked slowly, and they didn't care about eating them on the street, so they packed them home and enjoyed them slowly.

So when Cui Jiu entered the room, he saw the beautiful scene of the beauty lazy on the couch, pinching the snail with his bare hands and pecking him slowly.

Miantang was eating very hard. When he saw his husband coming back, he quickly wiped his hands with a silk trouser and asked him if he had eaten it.

Cui Xingzhou said that he had eaten it outside, so Miantang picked up the braised snails contained in the plate and picked them for him to eat with a small bamboo stick.

King Huaiyang rarely ate this kind of common people's snacks before, and it would be fresh if you eat a few. However, after eating a few, he wouldn't want them. For the rest of his time, he kept watching Miantang eat.

She was skillful in eating and didn't need to use a sticky piece. She just pinched the snail with her slender fingers. She first blew on the screw cone that pinched the opening, then sucked the screw hole. She sucked the sandalwood mouth gently and easily sucked out the snail meat.

Cui Xingzhou watched her eat intently, but after a while, he uncomfortably changed his sitting position. He turned his head and stopped reading. He only picked up a roll of books opened on the table and started reading.

Miantang ate a few more times. Seeing that his husband was very focused and did not turn the page for a long time, he stretched his neck and looked at him curiously, immediately blushed, and asked in a low voice: "This page of medical skills is about women who relieve dysmenorrhea. Why do you think so carefully?"

She was idle and took out this medical book to read it. She thought about the next time she asked her mother to cook warm soup for her according to the prescription. Who would have thought that her husband would read it so seriously and be ashamed!

When Cui Xingzhou heard this, he realized that he was looking at a warm prescription. He was stunned for a moment, then calmly put down the book, and asked her: "But what prescription has been prescribed for conditioning? Does it hurt every month... Since he is cold, why do he still eat something as cold as snails?"

As he said that, Cui Xingzhou stretched out his hand and removed her plate and asked the maid Fangxie, who was outside the house to take away the snails.

Miantang sucked his fingers with uneasy intentions and said, "It's not that I often eat them. I saw them today. I was so greedy that I bought some...Doctor Zhao also said that if you take this, just avoid the time of drinking the soup and the interval is about an hour."

Cui Jiu asked calmly: "Did you meet Mr. Zhao today? What did you tell him?"

While sitting beside Cui Xingzhou writing, Miantang honestly replied: "I saw him when I was buying snails on the street. He said that his family bought a boat and wanted to go fishing, and said something strange about swimming boats together. I didn't have a basin of water at hand, otherwise I would have almost splashed him. Later, I ignored him, and he said he wanted to go with you..."

Cui Xingzhou smiled slightly, satisfied with Miantang's obedience and obedient manner. While wiping Miantang's hand with the wet veil handed over by Bicao, he said gently: "Don't wait for him to speak next time, you can splash it directly, and it won't be entangled."

After hearing this, Miantang looked at her husband sideways, and suspected that her husband and doctor Zhao had all had sex. However, her husband's instructions were in line with her wishes, so she naturally agreed without hesitation.

The sun was shining in the afternoon. A handful of reddish Nantian bamboos were inserted into the floor-to-ceiling vase next to the desk. The branches extending out could barely stretch onto the table, which looked very beautiful.

Cui Xingzhou looked at Miantang with his head raised to look at him, his charming big eyes bent, his eyelashes flashed, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his teeth slightly exposed, and his heart relaxed slightly, and he couldn't help but reach out to stroke her cheek.

Seeing that the maid was still in the room, Miantang was embarrassed, so he hid slightly, but was firmly held by his iron fist.

"Husband, be gentler, your wrist hurts..." Mian Tang couldn't help but feel pain, and couldn't help but remind him in a low voice.

Cui Xingzhou then realized that he had lost his composure again, and frowned unconsciously. Although he felt pity for the little lady's loneliness and decided to take her in, it would be impossible if he had touched her too much of his mind...

He decided to reduce his stay in North Street in the future. Men have lofty ambitions, so how can they let the little girl touch their minds? @Infinite good articles, all in Jinjiang Literature City

When Cui Jiu was about to leave, Miantang suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, husband, if you have time, please come back to the shop this afternoon. There is a wall in the shop that has been empty. Mr. Chen said that if you hang a painting, it will look a bit messy, and it is better to paint the inscriptions white. Your handwriting looks good, and you just write a poem on the wall, and you will not hire outsiders to make money for free."

Cui Xingzhou was too lazy to care about this shit, but as soon as he was about to refuse, he saw Mian Tang looking at his eyes, and his mouth replied in a silly way: "Don't delay too long, I have something to do in the afternoon..."

When Miantang heard his husband agree, he was very happy and immediately ordered Bi Cao to put the pen and inkstone in a box and put it on the carriage. Miantang and Cui Xingzhou got on the carriage and ran towards the store.

When he arrived at the shop, Cui Xingzhou saw that the empty wall had been painted white. Miantang personally grind the inkstone and turned to Cui Xingzhou and said, "Husband, please write inscriptions."

Cui Xingzhou asked, "Do you have any treacherous desk to write?"

Miantang stared at her eyes and said, "Abdominal case? My literary talent is not good, husband, please read it and write..."

Cui Xingzhou glanced at the size of the wall, held his wide sleeves with one hand, and thought for a while, and then wrote a seven-character regular poem in the pen.

The words are written in a sturdy and slim manner, and they are all the time for many years. Moreover, the words and sentences complement each other, exemplifying the ingenuity of making porcelain, and the porcelain products are like the most wise sayings of character.

Miantang looked at her husband wearing a moon-white long gown, with straight waist and free wrist strength, and her eyes were straightened.

She knew that her husband was talented, but she didn't expect that he was so outstanding!

After asking about this poem, Mr. Chen, who was created by his husband, praised him all the time.
To be continued...