The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 283

Song Qingyue, who was persuaded by Li Zhao to go back with the excuse of "not halfway starting her business", was still holding her breath and insisted on sleeping alone all the way.Although she came back with Li Zhao, she still hadn't figured out how to get along with this man in the future.

Li Zhao squatted pitifully outside the door with his pillow in his arms every night, hoping that Song Qingyue would soften his heart and let him in, but this time Song Qingyue was hard-hearted and ignored Li Zhao's trickery.

Asking Ning Yuan to arrange for her to evacuate was enough to make her angry, and he dared to take a concubine in the south!
Is he going to heaven? !

Don't teach him enough lessons, he will think she is easy to bully!
But one night in the capital, the temperature dropped sharply, and snowflakes suddenly fell in the sky.

It is the season of cold and cold spring, and the temperature rises and falls, and even sudden snow falls.Li Zhao's servant was still standing at the door with his pillow in his arms, talking nonsense nonsense.

In the end, Song Qingyue couldn't stand Li Zhao's series of sneezes, and let him enter the house softly. In the end, she was tortured for most of the night, and was eaten by this hungry wolf until there was not even a bone left.

On the second day, he couldn't get up at all, so Li Zhao rolled him up with a quilt and put him directly into the carriage.

Near noon, Song Qingyue finally woke up from a full sleep.

The motorcade stopped at an inn by the side of a concrete road, Lin Wanfu went to supervise the cooking of the rest station inn's cook, and Li Zhao in the carriage waited on Song Qingyue to get dressed and clean her face.

Song Qingyue was unambiguous, put on her clothes, stretched out her fair and small feet, and waved them, signaling Xiao Zhaozi to put on socks.Li Zhao glanced at the little woman with her nose on her face, and Song Qingyue raised her eyebrows: "What are you looking at me for? Hurry up and wait for Mrs. Ben to put on socks!"

Li Zhao grumbled angrily, and graciously found socks from the cage to help her put them on.

Seeing Song Qingyue still had a cold face, he cheekily stuck her up and hugged her.

"Yue'er, good Yue'er, my husband misses you to death. Don't be angry, okay? My husband will listen to you whatever you say in the future."

Song Qingyue squinted at Li Zhao for a long time, and the cold sweat dripped down Li Zhao's back. Finally, she snorted, clutched her waist and said aggrievedly, "My waist is so sore!"

Li Zhao heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately walked around behind her, letting her lie on his lap to rub her waist, and asked while rubbing, "Does Madam feel comfortable? How is it serious?"

"Well, it's alright."

Song Qingyue was moaning and chirping in comfort, and Li Zhao tried harder when she heard it, but Song Qingyue couldn't stand it anymore and screamed: "It hurts, it hurts! Take it easy! She's so delicate! You'll rub it so hard! Stupid!" I can't even rub my waist!"

hiss!
This little woman!

Still made it!

While rubbing her waist gently, Li Zhao was thinking about whether to stew or braise Song Qingyue at night. He had been hungry in the south for nearly a year, and now he couldn't get enough.

Song Qingyue moaned and lay on Li Zhao's lap, thinking about the PUA routines she had seen in her previous life.

Suppressing and belittling is one of them, but dealing with Li Zhao will stop here.

This method of suppression is only useful to some people, and it is all bullshit to those who are already full of self-confidence.For example, in this life, she met countless people who belittled and looked down on herself, whether it was Concubine Meng Shu or Xiao Ning, any belittling of Song Qingyue by them was nothing but fart to Song Qingyue.

She knows her own worth.

She doesn't need the affirmation of outsiders, and she doesn't care about others' suppression and belittling of her.

The same goes for Li Zhao, it's useless for her to say it.

Suppressing and belittling people like Li Zhao for no reason will only hurt feelings, this dog man can only boast, and if he praises him, he will gradually lose his way.

So Song Qingyue smiled at Li Zhao, and said: "Today's performance is not bad, the service is very thoughtful, which makes my wife very satisfied. Continue to work hard in the future!"

Sure enough, Li Zhao laughed, complacently feeling that he was capable.

When they arrived at the gate of the capital that day, the gate had just closed.

However, there were King Su's son and concubine Shizi in the car, so the soldiers guarding the gate immediately opened the city gate and let them enter the city.

The carriage drove to the gate of the palace, and Song Qingyue stood on the shaft, looking at the majestic gate of the palace, thinking of Ning Yueyao and those concubines' doors, a burst of sadness welled up in her heart.

It's as if I was caught back in this large aquarium again.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that her expression was wrong, Li Zhao immediately became uneasy.

Song Qingyue lowered her head, then suddenly turned around and went back into the carriage.

"Moon!"

Li Zhao also followed into the carriage again, and saw Song Qingyue sitting in the innermost part of the carriage, with her head bowed and refusing to speak.

"Yue'er." He stepped forward and knelt in front of her on one knee, clasped her hands on his knees, raised his head and looked at her, seeing her red eyes, he knew that she still didn't want to come back .

This time he seemed to have really hurt her.

He sighed, put down the other knee, knelt down in front of her, looked up at her, and said in a low and soft tone, "Yue'er, I made mistakes for my husband, many times. I will admit my mistakes to you. In the future I will listen to you, okay? Please, come home with your husband in the future, okay?"

Song Qingyue looked at him for a while, opened her mouth, said nothing, then fell silent again.At this moment, she didn't know what to say.

Seeing Li Zhao knelt in front of her and bowed her head to admit her mistake, she was not unmoved.

This person is Li Zhao!
That arrogant Li Zhao, whose eyes were full of disdain for the world, was now kneeling in front of her, admitting his mistakes and pleading, Song Qingyue was actually quite happy.

Such a long period of training and continuous output of so many technologies can be regarded as seeing a little effect.

But she was still uncomfortable, and when she saw the gate of the palace, she was so bored that she didn't want to go in at all.

She shook her head and whispered, "I don't want to go in..."

Seeing her aggrieved and pitiful look, Li Zhao had no choice but to reach out and caress her face: "They are all going to be mothers, and they love to act like a baby."

"Who is going to be a mother?" Song Qingyue immediately glared at Li Zhao with a straight face.

Li Zhao smiled and said, "Isn't it the age?"

Seeing her staring at him and turning her head to ignore him, Li Zhao sighed, he didn't dare to force her anymore, so he continued to coax her softly: "How about, let's go to the nursing home and the school in the south of the city first, but it is good?"

Song Qingyue nodded.

So the carriage started again.

Mohen, Moyun, Moxiang, and Yujing and Yuxiang have returned to their respective posts since returning to Beijing.

Seeing the concubine being helped off the carriage by His Royal Highness, Mo Yun and Mo Xiang cried directly. They have followed Song Qingyue since she was six years old, and they have long been family members and sisters.

Song Qingyue stood on the neck of the two of them, and comforted: "Okay, it's okay, the prince has sent so many hidden guards to follow me, it's not so easy to have trouble, we are all fine, everyone should be happy, stop crying ,what!"

Mo Hen was not as relaxed as Mo Yun Mo Xiang, standing behind and quietly wiping tears, Song Qingyue also went to hug her, took a handkerchief to wipe her tears: "It's all over, and the future will be a good day."

Everyone nodded vigorously. Yuxiang and Yujing saw that the concubine Shizi was so close to her big maidservants, and they were very envious, but they couldn't compare with the love they had for more than ten years, so they could only smile and said: "Concubine Shizi is back! Well, we can finally let go of our worries. The neighbors in the neighborhood have also asked you, saying that they haven’t seen you for a long time, and they are looking forward to you.”

Song Qingyue didn't look at the account book again when she came here this time. Last night, Li Zhao tossed her into the middle of the night and sat in the car for another day. She was dizzy and had backaches.

After leaving the school, she went to the bathhouse to check again. When Mo Xiang was away, Niu Hesheng was acting as the shopkeeper temporarily.The bathhouse consumes a lot of coal and firewood in winter, and it takes ten cash to wash it once.

Fortunately, people do not bathe frequently in winter. If you are more particular, you will wash once every seven or eight days. If you are not particular, you will only wash once every two weeks and a month.

No one went to the leaky bathroom in Lao Li's house. No matter how cheap it is, taking a bath and catching a cold is not worth it.

So the uncle of the Li family finally came to Mo Yun to borrow money, and when there was no business in winter, he repaired the bathhouse.

As for the bath house built by Song Qingyue, Li Zhao still turned his head to look at it. Today, both of them are covered in dust, and Song Qingyue doesn't want to go back to the house. It has always been cleaned very cleanly, so they just took a bath here. bath.

Li Zhao also experienced the wonder of being flattened and rounded by the old man in the bathhouse. When he came out, he was in better condition than Song Chenfei. He didn't soften into a puddle of boiled noodles, but his face was still rosy, and he felt quite comfortable.

The eldest son of Chujun’s family came here to take a bath with the imperial concubine, and the whole alley was sealed off by the guards of the palace. Song Qingyue came out of the bathhouse, and when she saw the scene, she immediately felt that she was disturbing the people, and she stopped drinking chrysanthemum tea. Zhao quickly got in the car and left.

Li Zhao stretched out his long legs and sat comfortably in the car. The seats of this car were thickly padded.

Because durable spring steel could not be produced in this era, it would deform severely after a little use, so the spring pad was gradually abandoned by Song Qingyue, and the service life was really short.

The content about the manufacture of spring steel is also beyond the scope of Song Qingyue's knowledge reserve, so she plans to gather old blacksmiths to form a scientific research group on spring steel manufacture.Springs, like bearings, are indispensable parts in the evolution of modern machinery.

As for the current flintlock guns, they still use the steamer type flintlock.But the biggest disadvantage of the steamer is that once the steel wheel is stained with oil, it will not be very useful. If there is a useful spring in the future, the spring can be used instead of the steamer, which will make the flintlock more reliable.

After you have a high-quality spring, the next step is to get out the mercury fulminate primer. With that stuff, you can develop a trigger gun.

"Now find a place to have dinner?" Li Zhao looked at Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue took a hot bath, feeling lazy all over. She leaned on Li Zhao's shoulder, thought for a while and said, "I want to go back to live on the mountain."

"Which mountain?"

"Bao En Temple!"

Li Zhao sneered and scratched her nose: "Why are you still addicted to being a nun?"

Song Qingyue snorted, hugged Li Zhao's increasingly thick arms, suddenly thought of something, frowned fiercely, and said worriedly: "If I don't go back to the house tonight, will my father say anything about me?"

"What do you say?"

"You don't even help me!"

"If you don't want to be scolded, go home with your husband."

Li Zhao looked at Song Qingyue with a smile. Song Qingyue took a deep breath, thought and thought, and said angrily, "When you get home, cook me dinner for me. I want you to make it yourself! If you don't agree, I'll stay back even if I get scolded." Go up the mountain."

Seeing her messing around, Li Zhao didn't find it annoying, on the contrary, he liked her very much. Li Zhao felt that he was a little obsessed with sex.

He pinched Song Qingyue's cheek lightly: "From now on, this son will be known as a fearful man, the wife and father-in-law will just wait for the censors to impeach him." He immediately turned his head and shouted outside, "Wanfu!"

"The slave is here."

"Tell people to go back to the house quickly, prepare the dumpling fillings and skins in advance, and wait for my son to go back and make them."

The surrounding guards all wiped the sweat from their foreheads, really did it!
At this time, I heard Shi Zifei's delicate voice from inside: "You still need someone else to prepare stuffing and skin for you!"

The prince said: "If you are willing to wait two hours before having dinner, as a husband, you don't mind starting with chopping stuffing. If it's too unpalatable, don't rely on me."

In the car, Song Qingyue took Li Zhao's hand, bit it hard, and continued to pout.

When she arrived at the gate of the palace, she stood on the carriage and stretched out her hands, waiting for Li Zhao to come and hug her.

Li Zhao stood under the car with his hips akimbo, and said with a smile, "Which one is this lady from?"

Song Qingyue said straightforwardly: "It's not what you said, I can do whatever I want when I return to the capital, and you will listen to me whatever I want? My legs are weak and I can't walk!"

Li Zhao covered his lips with his fist and chuckled, and turned his back in a good-tempered manner: "Okay! Carry you back, come up."

Song Qingyue lay on her back, hugged his neck, felt his stronger and wider back, smelled the familiar smell, and put her face against his neck, like a cat who is rubbing against someone and acting coquettishly.

Li Zhao was carrying her on his back, feeling satisfied in a different way, and his voice was a little gentler than usual: "I heard from Zeng Maozhi that you cried when you were in Datong? Why did you cry?" Li Zhao carried her on his back. Asking as he walked, the servants in the mansion stopped to salute and secretly looked up at Shizi, but he didn't care.

On the other hand, Song Qingyue buried her head in his neck shyly, and said sullenly: "It's nothing... It's just that my stomach hurts and I cried bitterly because of menstruation."

Li Zhao frowned, and said, "Call the imperial doctor to treat you again?"

Song Qingyue gave a low hum, hugged his neck and relaxed her body.She was thinking, could she try to trust Li Zhao more after this experience?In the future, can she live a more carefree life?
Back at Wufangzhai, Li Zhao really rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to make dumplings, while Song Qingyue went to greet the princess.Originally, the concubine wanted to say something to her, but before she could say a few words, Eunuch Wang came over and invited her away, saying that the prince wanted to see her.

Song Qingyue was worried. After all, King Su was already the crown prince now, and he would be the emperor in a while. His temperament would change a little after all. The majesty alone was different from before.

Xiao Huangmen pushed open the door of the study room, and a burst of warmth came out of the room. Song Qingyue walked in, and saw her father, Mr. Song, and two elder brothers, Song Chenhai and Song Chenxu, were also there!

"The eldest daughter-in-law is finally back!" Su Wang smiled very kindly, beckoning and said, "Come here quickly, where is Zhao'er? Why didn't you come with you?"

Song Qingyue felt guilty for a second, Li Zhao made dumplings for her in the kitchen...

"Your Highness said, he said... there are still things to deal with." Song Qingyue could only open her eyes and talk nonsense.

Since King Su became a lord, he has entrusted Li Zhao with a lot of things to do. It took Li Zhao eight days to go out this time, and there must be a backlog of things. King Su didn't care too much, and smiled: It’s good that I’m back safely. I’m here to ask you how to make chalk? I borrowed your blackboard and chalk, but the chalk is all used up.”

It turned out that this was the matter, Song Qingyue immediately took out a small notebook and a short pencil from the side lining pocket of the horse-faced skirt, and lowered her head to write the chalk formula.

Su Wang stretched his neck and looked at the seams of the pockets on the side of her horse-faced skirt, and then looked at the small book the size of a tofu block in her hand, thinking in his heart whether he should make a similar set, how convenient it is. !Especially this kind of pocket sealed inside the clothes, it feels more convenient than pipa sleeves.I heard that this kind of clothes with pockets is very common among the people.Why don't those idiots in the Weaving Bureau know how to keep pace with the times? ?

After writing the chalk recipe, Song Qingyue tore off the page with a thud, handed it to King Su, and said: "It is best to use iron for the mold, and remember to apply a layer of oil before pouring the powder water, otherwise it won't come out." .And don’t polish the blackboard. If the board is flattened, a simple coat of black paint is enough.”

When King Su got what he wanted, he waved his hand to indicate that Song Qingyue could go out. It wasn't that he was ungrateful, but he was too busy recently, so he didn't have time to let Mr. Song talk to his daughter.

Song Qingyue glanced at her father and two older brothers, and King Su said, "After a while, I'll let you talk about it on the Shangsi Festival. I'm really busy recently."

Song Chenxu smiled helplessly at his sister, and Song Qingyue saw that the father and son of the Song family had dark circles under their eyes, and scolded Su Wang in his heart: "Evil boss!" He blessed himself and withdrew.

But after thinking about it, for the chalk formula, in fact, King Su just asked someone to get it. He specially called her to the study to let her meet her father and brother. Very humane.

As soon as she exited King Su's study, Xiao Huangmen rushed to Wufangzhai to inform that the dumplings were ready to be cooked. When she returned to Wufangzhai, the steaming dumplings were just on the table.

After not making dumplings for a long time, Li Zhao's technique was a little rusty. Nearly half of the dumplings were exposed after being put into the pot. However, the cook only fished out the beautiful ones and served them to Song Qingyue. At first glance, they looked pretty good.

Song Qingyue looked down at the dumplings in the bowl, Li Zhao propped his chin and asked, "How is it?"

"not bad."

"Naturally, it doesn't matter who made it!" Li Zhao was proud.

The stuffing is prepared by the cook. It is spring and the shepherd's purse is still fresh. The cook also knows that the imperial concubine likes to eat it. The specially prepared shepherd's purse and shrimp stuffing is delicious, moderately salty, and the thin dough is smooth and tough, even if it is not dipped in vinegar. And soy sauce are delicious.

The ones in Li Zhao's bowl were all made by the cook, and he could only pick out a few of the good-looking ones, and they were all in Song Qingyue's bowl.

Song Qingyue lowered her eyelashes, blew hot air carefully, and ate very seriously. At the end, she raised her head and suddenly said with some sadness: "From now on, Your Highness, don't wrap it for others, okay? Just wrap it for me alone."

Li Zhao looked at her helplessly, and let out a long sigh.

"Why are you sighing?" Song Qingyue immediately raised her face in displeasure.

"Yue'er, what do I have to do to make you believe me?" He rubbed his forehead, tilted his head and looked at her fixedly, his gray eyes flickered in the candlelight, as if he was helpless, "My sincere heart It's all in front of your eyes, but you just want to step on it and turn a blind eye. Yue'er, I... I don't know what else I can do to make you feel at ease."

Song Qingyue lowered her eyes, pierced a dumpling with her chopsticks, and thought in her heart that if she had the ability, she would dismiss those women in your backyard. There are all kinds of beauties squatting at home, so she will be a ghost if she can feel at ease!
She looked up at Li Zhao, then looked down at the dumplings, and finally just stuffed the dumplings into her mouth without saying anything.

It's useless to say something that can't be compromised. Rather than listening to him give a bunch of reasons to make yourself even more unhappy, it's better not to say it.

"What's the matter? Just say what you want." Li Zhao leaned two minutes closer, carefully watching her expression.

Song Qingyue finally couldn't hold back the resentment in her heart, and said the words out of her mouth: "I am also surrounded by a circle of handsome, gentle and considerate male pets, my husband Xinan, let me see!" Song Qingyue said with a half-smile look at him.

Li Zhao changed his face, put down his chopsticks, and said angrily, "Just relying on the fact that I only have you in my heart, you speak nonsense! You also said that you don't believe me. If you don't believe me, how dare you talk to your husband like that!"

Song Qingyue saw that he was so angry that he exploded on the spot, she felt a little proud, she snorted, and gave him a look of supercilious eyes: "You asked me to say it. Well, well, what you said makes sense, your sincerity is mine. Got it. I believe you, is it done? Look at your temper, you still say you won’t bully me, and you yell at me as soon as you say a few words. If you dare to yell at me again, I’ll shave my head and become a sister-in-law! I have been very happy and comfortable this year as my aunt, but I will be angry with you when I come back, it doesn't matter if I am not a concubine in this world!"

Li Zhao's arrogance was immediately suppressed by Song Qingyue.

How did this little woman become so domineering now?
But he still has nothing to do with her.

Li Zhao is depressed!

Song Qingyue was too lazy to coax him, so she ate the last dumpling in one bite, changed the subject and said, "Give me another half a year."

"Half a year? What to do?"

"Get pregnant."

Li Zhao was taken aback by the faint words, and then his face softened and his eyes softened a bit. He sighed and laughed at himself, "I just can't do anything about you as a husband."

He leaned over and kissed Song Qingyue's cheek, his tone became ambiguous: "Tonight..."

Song Qingyue pushed his face away, and interrupted very seriously: "There were many accidents last year, and I couldn't take good care of it. I fled a few days ago, and I was in a bad mood, and my physical and mental state was not good. I need to spend some time recuperating. And you, you can't be as intemperate as you were on the way back! It's not good for pregnancy!"

Li Zhao's smile faltered when he heard it, and he frowned in disbelief and looked at Song Qingyue suspiciously: "Aren't you bluffing me?"

"Bringing a baby is something that needs to be taken seriously! My body is already weak!" Song Qingyue stared at him, and then whispered: "If the child breaks down and cannot conceive again, won't my husband be free? Then you No one dares to control how many beauties you bring into the backyard..."

This woman is really arrogant now!
A small mouth chattered non-stop, making Li Zhao dizzy.

Seeing that she had finished eating her dumplings, he hugged her to his lap, hugged her and kissed her: "Look at you, you are very angry. Let's not talk about being unhappy, you take good care of me, I won't touch others, you can rest assured Xindi, let's have a few more children in the future, huh?"

Song Qingyue sat in Li Zhao's arms with a stern face, and felt sad again. She put her arms around Li Zhao's neck and lay on his shoulder, her eyes were red.

"Keep your word?"

"Well, it's true. This son can spoil whoever he wants, and he will never sell himself in the future." Li Zhao remembered the few nights he slept with Yunying and Ning Yueyao. He obviously didn't want to, but still If you want to go, isn't that just selling yourself?

"Pfft, hahahahaha!" Song Qingyue was amused by this sentence.

"Look at you smiling, is it so funny?"

Song Qingyue raised her head and bit Li Zhao's chin, and said with a smile, "You really are, Concubine Ning is pretty, why don't you like it?"

"Why, do you still think there is someone else in my heart?"

Song Qingyue shook her head, hooked his neck and looked at him with a coquettish smile: "I just want to hear my brother say that I am the only one in your heart. Hurry up and say it a few more times!"

There was light in her eyes, and Ruyu's smile in the candlelight made Li Zhao's breath unsteady.

Li Zhao picked her up and hugged her, and walked in while kissing her, reciting slowly and affectionately: "Once the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud."

Song Qingyue immediately raised her face and slapped Li Zhao on the shoulder twice: "No, no! The guy who wrote this poem is a slut! Are you fooling me? Are you thinking of finding other beauties to have fun when I get old? I knew you, a bad guy, had no good intentions! Necrosis!..."

Li Zhao smiled lightly, and kissed Song Qingyue's small mouth that was still making trouble for no reason.

He can speak sweet words, but now he feels that no language can express his heart.

He loves her, he really loves Song Qingyue.

Ever since Yue'er got into her heart, there was no room for others there, no, there was actually no room for others long ago.He just never knew it.

The spring night is short, but the hibiscus tent is warm.

Li Zhao got his way tonight, but unlike in the past, tonight Li Zhao is extremely gentle, she can even feel true love, treasure, and pity from his restrained movements and forbearing eyes.

Li Zhao tonight was like a net, with his hood down, trying to wrap Song Qingyue inside.

Song Qingyue had never been so emotional in his intimacy, she cried a lot, but she didn't know why she was crying, and finally collapsed in someone's arms exhausted, and fell asleep drowsily.

Li Zhao is indeed a bit of a dog.

But there is a reason why she chose Li Zhao and Su Wangfu.

Having knowledge and skills is not everything.

There are so many experts left over from the former Soviet Union. They have brains and skills, but if the platform is not strong, such as Ukraine, there are no many experts. This is the reason.

What she wants to do, the ideal she wants to realize, must have a strong backing to support her, otherwise no matter how much talent she has, it is useless not to be reused.

As for rebelling and starting anew?Not to mention that Song Qingyue herself is a woman, and in the mid-term of a feudal dynasty that was still strong, she would only rebel unless she was out of her mind.The common people can make do with it, and most people have enough to eat, so who will follow you to rebel?What are you rebelling against?

Su Wang is willing to use Song Qingyue, Li Zhao is willing to believe in Song Qingyue, the two chairmen give enough support and give Song Qingyue the freedom to toss about. This alone is enough to make Song Qingyue willing to stay in Su Wang's mansion to work.

As for marriage, marriage is the basis for her to toss freely, especially in the past when she had not fully demonstrated her own value, Li Zhao's support for her largely depended on the depth of Li Zhao's feelings for her.And she needs Li Zhao's support.

She slept chaotically in his arms, and her feelings were still chaotic. As for the longer-term future, she still didn't dare to think about it. All she could do was do her best.

Li Zhao propped his head and tilted his head to stare at her sleepy eyes.

Her small face, which was as white as jade, still frowned slightly when she was asleep.

Whenever he tried to grab her hard, to seduce her into love, she felt it with vigilance.

She drew a line in front of her, and she would stop in front of that line from beginning to end, and then firmly no longer take a step forward, as if as long as she didn't step over that line, he couldn't truly possess her completely, she There is room to back off and turn around at any time.

This little woman, who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, has a firm mind that is almost cruel.

Li Zhao bowed his head and kissed her brow lightly, his heart burning so hard that he felt uncomfortable, but the more uncomfortable he felt, the more fascinated he seemed by the little fairy in his arms.

She is the impenetrable love net, the good hunter, who is calm, caught off guard, and let the prey jump into it willingly.When he came back to his senses, he was already caught in the net, and even sunk into it, unable to extricate himself.

　I really can't bear it anymore, I often get blown up when I read the comments on QQ. .

　　Say that my heroine can just coax her, but she can't control the lifeline of the economy, and she can't participate in politics, so she can only blow the wind around her pillow?
　　The chief expert of the national think tank, a strategic scientist, is now at the level of Qian Xuesen. You actually said that she is just a pillow talker. Ning Yuan's position has been dumped, you say she is not important?What are you kidding?
　　If she doesn't go back, how do you want her to participate in politics?Just let King Su make her an official, and go to court with her husband every day? ?

　　And she doesn't want to engage in monopoly, what kind of economic lifeline does she want to control?As Song Qingyue, she can easily get one of her brothers an errand to patrol the salt and censor, and she can earn inexhaustible gold and silver seas while lying down. She wants to control the economic lifeline of Fart.What Yueyue is thinking about is creating new cakes for everyone to share. As for how much she can share, she doesn't care too much.

　　I think the dozens of free chapters above are quite clear. The heroine is not a person who likes to hold everything in her own hands. Every penny in the industry chain must be put into her pocket by every means. That kind of person is even less willing to work hard to create their own business map.She likes to come up with new things to let everyone make money together, and then she is very happy to earn some patent fees while lying down.Yueyue will also follow this model in the future. She is not an entrepreneur and has no interest in running a business. She just collects patent fees.

　　I was so angry that today's post will be released first, and I won't post it at 11:[-] p.m.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)