my wife is queen

Chapter 7 Plant a seed

Li Mian found the feeling of archery in the past, took the magpie painting bow and put it back on the red lacquer orchid, and left along the corridor to the hall to take a bath and change clothes.

Riding a horse is hard work, and Wu Mingji is still a bloody horse. His sweater is stained with a thin layer of sweat, so he changed into a round-neck robe with a sweater to avoid the wind and cold.

People in the capital usually go to take a bath in the Wengtang, and after paying the money, anyone can take a bath in the Wengtang. Li Mian doesn't need to go to the Wengtang outside, as there is a special bathing hall in the mansion.

Li Mian changed into a scented round-neck robe, and ate in the dining hall. He hid in the east wing and refused to come out. It wasn't because he was greedy for the bean-green glazed porcelain plate burning silver flakes in the wing. It was as warm as spring. Write and draw in front of the window lattice.

The lake brush in his hand is not a flat-tipped brush for calligraphy practice, but a fine brush with a pattern drawn on a piece of official green paper.

After drawing for several days in a row, the strange pattern of the picture was finished.

"Go to the craftsman in the mansion and build it according to the drawing."

Li Mian stretched, and handed the pattern in his hand to the pheasant slave who was sitting beside him, holding his face, and repeatedly asked: "The size has been clearly stated, let the craftsman pay more attention, and there must be no mistakes."

The pheasant slave took the drawing, looked at it up and down, turned it over and over again, but couldn't understand what was drawn on the official blue paper.

It is quite similar to a bow and crossbow, with small wheels like a cart hub, and there are big horns in the material, which is very weird.

When the craftsmen in the mansion made the things in the pattern and sent them over in a lychee wooden box, they saw clearly the weird things.

It's like a magpie drawing a bow, but it's much more complicated than a magpie drawing a bow.

Li Mian took the big bow in his hand and tried it out. The strength needed to draw the bowstring was much easier than drawing the bow, and he was satisfied: "With this compound bow, it will save a lot of effort to practice bow horse riding and shooting in the future. , the more important thing is the long range. Today's large bows in the army have a range of about [-] steps, but the compound bow in my hand can reach nearly [-] steps. It seems that replacing some materials with ox horns has played a role."

Li Mian put away his big bow with horns, went to the school grounds and pulled out Wu Mingji, and continued to tame this bloody horse. It took two and a half days to make it obedient.

Every morning on the banks of the Jinshui River, there is a gentleman in brocade who rides a horse and shoots arrows. He doesn't pick up the arrows shot on the tree trunks, but lets the common people passing by at noon pick them up and exchange them for some money.

Riding horses, shooting arrows, teasing pheasant slaves.

The days are quite leisurely, but since that day, I haven't seen the woman of Peony Shengjing again.

Looking at the willows on April [-]th, the snow in the courtyard has melted, the gloomy sky rarely reveals the warm sun, and the weather is fine.

Li Mian rolled up the cuffs of his round-neck robe, took a medicine hoe, and dug up the daylilies in front of the window lattice of the east wing, and put them in the green pots beside the kiln, waiting to be transplanted to the Xiqi Garden in the mansion.

The pheasant slave took off his silk jacket and stood aside in a goose-yellow skirt, holding a loquat tree sapling in his hand, chattering non-stop: "The princess used to love to eat loquat, saying it was a cold fruit, slaves and red Sister Qiao and the other maidservants also loved to eat loquat when they were female officials, especially the famous flat-headed Dahongpao of the Huichang, which is big and has sweet orange-red flesh, and the servants can eat a large plate at a time."

During the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, loquat flowers bloom in the cold, white as jade, and the corridor yard is full of fragrance.

It is quite elegant loquat Xiaocui.

In Li Mian's mind, he habitually considered a person's temperament based on his preferences. Princess Changping did not have the slightest extravagance of a feudal prince or princess. The princess has no small ambitions.

The idea of ​​a broker subconsciously popped up in his mind, he shook his head, and drove the thought out of his mind.

Li Mian took the loquat sapling, looked at the greedy pheasant slave, and said a few more words: "The loquat sapling sent by Ma Yun, the eunuch of the Central Envoy, is a treasure tree from Tangqi."

The winter wind suddenly blows from Shichahai, carrying a trace of dampness and coldness, even though the sun is warm, it feels a little cold on the body.

Normally, the pheasant slave would have been hiding behind the round arch of the white wall, only revealing his small head in a bun with double rings, protruding out of the round arch of the white wall.

But now he didn't hide, the pheasant slave heard Baozhu's name, his little face was full of surprise, his white tender hand held the loquat sapling and refused to let go.

Carefully straighten the loquat saplings placed in the pit, not daring to relax.

I am afraid that the loquat saplings will be planted crookedly when filling the soil, and the loquat fruit will not be sweet.

Li Mian shook his head lightly, showing a smile, feeling that her appearance is really interesting, much more interesting than planting loquat trees in warm weather: "In the future, we have to take good care of the loquat saplings, if they grow crooked, they won't bear fruit .”

This is to tease the pheasant slave, no matter how crooked the loquat grows, as long as the roots are stuck in the soil, it will always grow fresh and delicious fruit.

The pheasant slave was terrified, and the white and tender hands holding the loquat sapling were even stronger. His body was getting colder due to the winter wind, and he still refused to let go with his double-ringed head curled up.

Seeing her cute appearance, Li Mian took the silk jacket from the corridor railing and put it on the pheasant slave: "It's not spring yet, you can't take off the silk jacket, so as not to catch the cold. If you sneeze, at least you won’t be able to go out for half a month.”

The pheasant slave put on a warm silk jacket, basking in the warm sun, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

Hearing my son-in-law said that he couldn't go out for half a month, the pheasant slave hurriedly let go of one hand, fastened the button, and muttered: "It's all because Liu Jin, a dog slave, can eat the ponds in Hangzhou mansion every year. Qi loquat, ever since Concubine Zheng became the empress, she has used all kinds of excuses to shirk it, because the tank boats are not enough, and the tribute fruit loquat cannot be transported from Hangzhou."

Li Mian was not surprised at the behavior of Liu Jin, one of the eight tigers in the palace, it was just a matter of time.

The queen empress has been replaced by Concubine Zheng, and Liu Jin, who is the eunuch of water transportation, will have to change to another person to curry favor with, not to mention that when the palace was fighting for favor, the empress dowager and Concubine Zheng had always been at odds.

It is reasonable for Liu Jin to deliberately make things difficult for the eldest daughter of the abolished empress, and Princess Changping, who is now the eldest daughter of the concubine.

When Li Mian saw her mentioning Tangqi loquats, he looked greedy, and gave her an idea: "When Ma Yun, the big companion in the house, went out to Beijing to buy, it's not impossible to buy Tangqi loquats, just find another way. "

The pheasant slave asked excitedly: "What can I do, my uncle hastened to tell you."

Li Mian didn't know if she could understand, so he took it as a small talk: "Abolish the water and change the sea."

(End of this chapter)