My wife is number one in the world

Chapter 511 Red Bean Germination King Angelica

Song Qing held the wine bottle in his hand and looked at the figure of his personal guard going away, his face turned blue.

Gently placed the precious wine bottle in his hand on the table: "Uncle, the third brother has already entered the city."

Zhang Kuang was taken aback, just now he was interested in hearing Song Qing's talk about the Longmen formation in the capital of the Kingdom of Jin, but the imperial guards had something to report, Zhang Kuang thought he was just a foreign minister, and it was not easy to stop him, so he could only suppress his curiosity.

"Since we're here, send someone to call him over, no, he knows where the General's Mansion is, why doesn't he come here by himself."

Holding the teacup, Zhang Kuang realized that something was wrong with Song Qing's expression: "Did something happen to Qing'er?"

Song Qing's brows flashed a gloomy look, hesitating to speak but looking at Zhang Kuang, not knowing what to say.

Sighing heavily, Song Qing could only secretly pray that he was suspicious.

I hope that the third brother will not go further and further down the road of right and wrong, and there will be no turning back in the end.

"Uncle, please sit down for a while, Qing'er will go and find the third brother."

Zhang Kuang naturally noticed that Song Qing was a little absent-minded, but he didn't ask carefully because he was old and mature. He knew that everyone had their own bottom line, even if he was his own uncle, he couldn't interfere too much.

"Go ahead and say hello to Uncle if you have something to do. There is nothing Uncle can't do in Yingzhou, but the premise is that you can't violate the laws of the Great Dragon. You are the commander of the imperial court, so you have a sense of propriety, so Uncle won't ask too much."

"Qing'er knows."

Song Qing walked out of the quaint and unpretentious but elegant General's Mansion with a sound of casual clothes.

"Boss, do you have red beans here?"

"Red beans? No, this young master's red beans are only something that the southern gentry can afford. Here in Yingzhou, there are only black beans, soybeans and other grains. Red beans are hard to find if you die."

"Thank you, boss, and goodbye."

"Master, let's have some black beans!"

Liu Mingzhi turned a deaf ear and walked out of the shop without hesitation, walking into the next rice store.

"Boss, do you have red beans for sale?"

"No, son, why don't you have some soybeans!"

"Thank you, no need."

Liu Mingzhi took Feng Xing by his hand and began to wander around the city of Yingzhou without stopping. He ignored the shouting voices of those flamboyant brothel women and ignored them.

The wine shops overflowing with wine are also passing by, and every place to stop and stay is a variety of rice shops.

Walking around the streets, Liu Mingzhi has already inquired about fifty grain stores, but he still couldn't find the red beans he wanted.

Liu Mingzhi himself felt a little frustrated, shook his head and sighed, is it true that there is no crop like red beans in Yingzhou.

"Brother, do you have any red beans?"

Looking at this relatively large shop, Liu Mingzhi asked weakly.

"Yes, this young master wants to come for a few fights. To tell you the truth, young master, we are the only ones who sell red beans in the whole Yingzhou city."

The dejected Liu Mingzhi finally came to his senses, patted Feng Xing on the back of his horse, and Feng Xing found a place to stay.

"Really, that's great. I thought there were no red beans in the whole of Yingzhou."

"Red beans are really not common in the north, and I'm not used to eating them. I have them here, but the price is much higher than other beans. How much do you want, young master!"

"One grain."

The little second brother from the grain shop twitched his eyes and took off the shoulder bag and looked at First Young Master Liu like a sand sculpture.

"Shopkeeper, someone messed up the situation."

"Smashing things? That bastard dares to make troubles on my Jin Daya's territory, isn't he tired of doing it?"

A middle-aged man with a fat belly came out of the back hall angrily, holding a teapot from the official kiln in his hand, and sipped two cups of tea from the teapot from time to time.

"Shopkeeper, this person asked if we have red beans in the store, and the little one told him that there are, and he said he wanted one."

"Smash the field, this is my field. This young master, you are here to smash the field on Jin's chassis."

"Shopkeeper, you misunderstood, I just bought it as a gift."

Jin Daya laughed, "Young master, when you give gifts to others, you usually use gold, silver, jewellery, precious jade, antique calligraphy and paintings, but you use red beans as gifts, or just one grain. Are you kidding me?"

"It's really a gift. There is no shortage of gold, silver and jewelry."

"Except for the emperor who has no shortage of gold, silver and jewels, what else can you give to the emperor?"

"It really is."

With a snap, a cloth bag was thrown on the counter in front of him, and Jin Daya was holding the teapot: "One catty of red beans, five taels of silver, do you want it!"

"Eh!" Liu Mingzhi tilted his head and looked at Jin Daya's appearance and smiled twice. It turned out that the temper of not doing business with less money was the same in the north thousands of years ago.

Liu Mingzhi searched his whole body and found out that there was an ingot of twelve taels of silver.

Heartbroken for a while, he slapped the silver ingot on the table: "You don't need to look for the shopkeeper, can you borrow a pen and ink?"

Or else money can turn ghosts around, Jin Daya saw that the ingot of silver didn't show the slightest arrogance, he licked his face and took the silver and stuffed it into his cuff.

"Yes, of course, young master, wait a moment, Lao Jin will go and get it."

A moment later, Jin Daya came out with the Four Treasures of the Study in person: "Young Master, please use, the ink is ready."

Liu Mingzhi frowned and looked at the rough papyrus on the table: "Shopkeeper, don't you have good rice paper?"

"Young master, Lao Jin runs a grain store, so how can he be willing to use high-quality rice paper for keeping accounts? It's not for high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and the palace nobles can't afford it."

"Yes, let's make use of it."

Liu Mingzhi didn't want to be too picky, so he picked up a shoddy brush and began to write.

The red bean is born in the southern country, and a few sprigs come out in spring.

May Jun pick more, this thing is the most acacia.

Gently put away the scrap paper and folded it carefully.

Liu Mingzhi muttered a few words to Jin Daya, and went to the backyard amid the other's confused look.

About half an hour later, Liu Mingzhi carried a wooden box wrapped in silk and got on his horse and headed north of the city.

Seeing the north gate of Yingzhou, Liu Mingzhi clamped his horse's belly and prepared to run wildly. With the pissing nature of a sweaty BMW, he might not be able to catch up with the Queen's carriage, but it only took half a day.

"Third brother!"

"call"

The horse's hoof was raised high, and it neighed rhythmically.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Song Qing looked at Liu Mingzhi walking towards the city wall with a sullen face, but Liu Mingzhi didn't know, so he had to follow.

Looking gently at First Young Master Liu, Song Qing frowned.

Entering the sixth grade in one night, is this a practice of sitting on a crossbow?
Hey, it really has some relationship with the sky.

"Third brother, there are many things in this world that cannot be explained clearly, and you must know that you should continue to suffer from it."

Liu Mingzhi looked at Song Qing with a complicated expression: "Brother, I."

"You are not a person who can't tell the difference between high and low, and seeing you again is the next parting. It is better not to see each other."

Liu Mingzhi felt sore when he heard the words, and looked at Song Qing silently.

Song Qing stretched out his hand: "Brother, let the caravan wait for you to pick it up."

Liu Mingzhi blinked his eyes and nodded lightly: "It's better not to see."

Song Qing pursed his lips and nodded: "Knife and sword are destined to be two different worlds. Forcible contact will only hurt both sides. Therefore, it is better not to see each other."

"I understand."

"Your Majesty, it's late at night and it's time to rest."

"Is the red bean porridge ready?"

"It has been prepared for His Majesty, but the red beans have been used up. Your Majesty likes to drink red bean porridge so much. Do you want Huier to ask His Majesty to buy more."

The queen was startled, and put down the memorial in her hand: "It's all used up? How could it be so fast?"

"Your Majesty, it's strange to drink red bean porridge for three meals a day."

Hui'er looked at the queen with aggrieved eyes, and ignored the delicacies of mountains and seas, wine and delicacies, but liked to drink red bean porridge. Could it be that Dalong's red beans are so delicious?
The queen stood up gently in plain clothes, and tied up her three thousand green silks with long hair and shawls with two jasper hairpins.

Compared with the temperament of being a banished fairy in the past, there is a touch of maturity and elegance, and it is also beautiful and incomparable.

The queen walked barefoot to the side counter and opened an ordinary wooden box. She was a little dazed looking at the bottomed cloth bag.

"Stingy guy, it's fine if you don't come to deliver it in person. If you have money, you don't know how to give more."

Gently lifting the cloth pouch containing the red beans, the empress looked at the envelope at the bottom of the box in a daze, and hesitantly took out the envelope and opened it to read.

The red bean is born in the southern country, and a few sprigs come out in spring.

May Jun pick more, this thing is the most acacia.

The queen's cherry lips twitched slightly, her phoenix eyes blinked, and she looked back at the jade bowl of red bean porridge on the table.

The empress who was at a loss took out the cloth bag, looked at a shriveled red bean in her hand and pursed her lips, but it was already empty.

Looking at the rough straw paper in her hand, the queen held the red beans and flipped through the second one.

Red beans germinate, king angelica.

The queen gently held the shriveled red beans in Yu's hand: "Ah?"

(End of this chapter)