my wife is queen

Chapter 69
There is a west building in Qingke Garden, which is the only pavilion in the mansion that is on the same level as the embroidery house, and is used for enjoying the scenery.

The top of the octagonal peak is covered with blue glazed tiles.

The top pillars of the pavilion protrude from the ridge and cover the cloud pot, also known as the Pilu hat, which is used to resist wind and rain erosion and insects and ants.

Li Mian sat under the glazed corner eaves, and he could clearly see the Shichahai, where the fish waves are fragrant, and the Jinshui River, which is a famous place for fireworks.

Climbing high and looking far away, the scenery is pleasant.

Li Mian was half sitting and half lying on the mahogany horseshoe foot, and on the mahogany half-moon table next to him was an oval-glazed folding plate.

Tangxi loquats are in full bloom with a golden color, and the flesh is plump, which looks quite attractive.

Since Ma Yun, the big companion in the mansion, served as the tax supervisor and eunuch, the Tangqi loquat, which had already cut off the tribute, appeared in the mansion again.

There is everything you need, and if there is any shortage, someone will send it.

The pheasant slave was cooking tea beside him with red radish charcoal. It was still a new kind of tea from Suzhou Prefecture sent by Ma Yun, stir-fried green tea.

The pheasant slave fanned the charcoal fire in the tandoor with a small cattail fan, and peeked at the Tangqi loquat with her eyes. Ever since she started making tea, she never took her eyes off the Tangqi loquat.

Her small mouth kept swallowing saliva, almost starved to death.

Li Mian's gaze moved away from the Jinshui River, a popular place for fireworks in the ten miles, and looked at the scenery lined with corridors and courtyards in the mansion.

He looked at Pheasant Nu's little greedy cat, it was quite interesting, and he wanted to tease her.

Seeing that the pheasant slave was about to die of gluttony, Li Mian reached out to the egg green glaze folding plate, and took out a Tangqi loquat, ready to throw it over.

Yun Niang walked up the corridor, deliberately took out a brocade handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Her eyes were also looking at Tangqi loquat, but it was not greedy like a pheasant slave, but a secret joy at seeing Yinzi.

Many people in the female Qing family like to eat Tangqi loquats. As a water transport tribute, only Princess Changping and Li Mian in the mansion can enjoy it.

Others can only eat Tangqi pipas only after they have received grace, even the four personal servant girls are still rewarded.

In previous years, every time Yun Niang got a reward of loquats from Tangqi, she never ate them, and sold them all to Nu Qingke.

The Tangqi loquats that were cut off from the mansion were brought back again.

Yunniang started to think carefully and carefully, and hurriedly pretended to be exhausted in front of Li Mian, panting and said: "All the thousand-character essays in vulgar style sent by my uncle have been handed over to the female Qingke, and they are all here. Saying that my uncle is full of economics, I almost didn't praise my uncle to the sky."

With this thousand-character prose in vulgar style, it is much easier for Nu Qingke to learn to read. In the past, she saw a lot of thousand-character prose with a lot of strokes, and she fell asleep after a few glances.

Now I quickly memorized the font, because the whole article is full of vulgar characters, and the female Qingke talked about which character it was originally with great interest.

Once you are interested in anything, especially for reading, it will be much faster to memorize the fonts of vulgar characters.

Li Mian rewarded Yunniang with the Tangqi loquat in his hand: "You can't relax either. During this period of time, I have to watch the female Qingke memorize all the thousand-character essays. My hard work is not in vain."

Yunniang happily took the Tangqi loquat, nodded quickly, and the green steps on her head swayed back and forth, making a crisp sound.

The pheasant slave could still squat, but when he saw Yun Niang coming, he took a Tangqi loquat from the uncle.

She hastily put down the small cattail fan, carried the copper pot to brew Suzhou fried green tea, and hurried to the uncle.

She looked at the uncle eagerly, very pitiful.

Li Mian smiled, picked up the egg green glaze folding plate and put it in the hand of the pheasant slave, and gave her a large plate full of Tangqi loquats.

The pheasant slave rolled his eyes with a smile, stretched out his small white hand, and quickly picked up a Tangqi loquat and started peeling it.

Yun Niang on the side was depressed, and also wanted a large plate of Tangqi loquats, if they were sold to female Qing customers, they could earn two cents at least.

Li Mian couldn't help laughing. There was no Tangqi loquat on the mahogany half-moon table, but there was a large lacquer-painted golden blessing food box next to it, which contained more Tangqi loquats, enough to fill the egg green glazed folding plate three or four times. .

Li Mian stretched out his hand, pointed to the big lacquer-painted golden blessing food box, and said with a smile, "Go and get an oval green glaze folding plate, and take one away by yourself."

Unsurprisingly, Yunniang showed a smile, and quickly made a blessing: "Thank you, my aunt, I will come as soon as I go."

She usually likes to be lazy, but as long as money is involved, she is more diligent than anyone else.

The west building is far away from the kitchen, and Yunniang came back after only a cup of tea. She pretended to be out of breath just now, but this time she was really tired and sweaty.

No matter how tired Yun Niang was, she was still sluggish, but she still had enough strength to hold Tangqi loquats on the oval green glaze folding plate in her hand.

While she was running around, the pheasant slave had already picked up three or four Tangqi loquats, but did not put them in his mouth immediately.

In her white and tender hands, she held the pickled Tangqi loquat and placed it on a small white-glazed porcelain plate.

The pheasant slave picked up five or six loquats from the pond, washed his white and tender hands with clean water, walked to the side of the mahogany horseshoe-footed single-leg couch, and fed them to Li Mian, who was half lying on it.

When my son-in-law didn't want to eat it, she took out a Tangqi loquat from the oval glaze folding plate, put it in her mouth, and ate it sweetly.

Yunniang has no intention of comparing. As the uncle's personal maid, the pheasant slave picks up the Tangqi loquat and feeds it to the uncle. That is her duty.

The three masters and servants were enjoying the scenery in the west building. After a long while, several maidservants brought meals, and they had lunch at noon.

It is not allowed to be placed in the homes of ordinary officials and gentry, and they can only eat in the dining hall.

The pheasant slave listened to the young master's arrangements for everything, and Yunniang was lazy, so the three master and servant simply ate lunch by the corridor of the west building, enjoying the spring breeze.

A few maids cleaned up the cups and plates, and without Li Mian's hands, the corridors of the west building returned to the usual refreshment.

Li Mian stood up, holding a pine flower glaze tureen in his hand, and drank Suzhou fried green tea brewed by the pheasant slave himself.

I haven't seen enough of the scenery from the top, and Li Mian is also going to go downstairs to check the thousand-character prose in vulgar script mastered by Nu Qingke.

Before he turned around, he saw an acquaintance in the vestibule, an acquaintance who could not come to the mansion.

Wan An, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

"Humph."

Li Mian was thinking about the purpose of Wan An's coming to the mansion, when he heard Yun Niang who was next to him snort coldly, her face was full of dissatisfaction: "Wan An, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, has really come, and it seems that he is with a strict party. Meaning, if you want to oppress the princess with a strict party, don't meddle in Caochangyuan's business."

What about the pasture yard?

Li Mian didn't know the mansion's arrangement for Caochangyuan, but from Yunniang's tone, it could be heard that Liu Eitou should be punished.

It's just because Liu Goose, a local ruffian who bullies the market, wants to oppress a princess.

(End of this chapter)