idle mistress

Chapter 112 The Rough Woman

He didn't forget the way she was drunk that day, shoulder to shoulder with another man on the road.

For a woman to dress up as a man to do business, entertainment at the banquet is essential. It is conceivable that this situation will only increase in the past ten years.

Xu Weiqiu had faintly sensed the man's anger, but she still insisted, "That's my painstaking effort for nearly ten years, it's impossible to shut it down."

Haifenglong's branches are blooming everywhere in the Dacheng Dynasty, and they support thousands of people. How can they just shut it down.

Zhao Yan looked at her, and said indifferently: "Don't say that Huai City is my territory, even this Dacheng has no place that I can't reach. It's not a matter of saying that I want Haifenglong to close."

This is using his status as King of the Mausoleum to suppress himself, Xu Weiqiu was trembling with anger:
"you dare……?"

Zhao Yan ignored her anger, held her hand lightly, and said softly, "Be at ease here as my Princess Ling, I will not treat you badly."

"I don't..." She broke free.

Seeing this, the man frowned and obviously lost his patience:

"Then I'd like to see how skillful your shopkeeper Shen is, and whether you can keep Hai Fenglong."

After all, he yelled outside: "Come here..."

The guards guarding the door walked in quickly to listen to the order, and seeing the mistress's angry look, he couldn't help being shocked.

It was just a quick glance that the two were still hugging each other intimately, why, in a short while, the two of them in the room changed from you and me to being at war with each other?

"Your Highness..."

"Pass down the order, and from now on, Princess Ling is not allowed to step out of the palace without my king's consent."

I am going to be grounded by him...

Xu Weiqiu couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Zhao Yan, you can't imprison my personal freedom."

Zhao Yan acted as if he hadn't heard it, and picked up the military book on the side and continued to read it.

It seemed that this man was determined to embarrass himself, Xu Weiqiu stomped his feet, turned around and walked out of the study angrily.
-
Haitang walked into the house with the ginseng soup that had been stewed for two hours, and seeing that her master was not there, she went out again, glanced at Jin Nuo who was cleaning the porcelain vase, and asked, "Jin Nuo, where is Madam?"

Jin Nuo stretched out his finger to the outside.

Haitang searched for the stew pot, and finally found the person she was looking for in the quiet room.

But she saw her master squatting on the ground, he didn't know what he was busy with, and there were big and small pieces of wood around him, making a mess.

Haitang cautiously avoided these gadgets and came to her. Seeing that she was holding a piece of wood in her hand and was constantly polishing it, she couldn't help asking curiously:

"Ma'am, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing, just make something small."

Saws, drills, hammers and chisels, and ink fountains in front of me; there are many tools that a carpenter should have here... What a quiet room, it was temporarily converted into a workshop.

Haitang really didn't know that her master was also a carpenter.

"Ma'am, let's drink the soup first, this ginseng soup cook has been stewing for several hours."

Xu Weiqiu was busy with his hands, and without raising his head, he only replied: "Leave it for now, I'll drink it later."

"This soup has to be drunk while it's hot."

Under Haitang's urging, Xu Weiqiu had no choice but to stand up and drink the soup.

Haitang walked over curiously and picked up the wood she had half made. It looked like a hand but it wasn't a hand. After looking at it for a while, she couldn't tell what it was, so she had to put it back in place.

Seeing the master finished drinking the soup, wiped his mouth, squatted down and started working again.

Haitang couldn't help shaking her head, her master just couldn't stay idle.

Ordinary women would cry and cry when their husbands punished them, but this master of hers showed no trace of self-pity on her face, and in a blink of an eye she started to fiddle with wood...
-
The Jingying Hall to the east of the Mausoleum Mansion.

Two men in royal guard uniforms stood stiffly, guarding the door with an unshakable appearance.

From time to time, the master's voice could be heard in the room.

The guard Li on the left has just been transferred, and today is his first day on duty. When he heard the content of the teacher's lecture, he couldn't help showing surprise.

After a while, he couldn't help but turned his head and asked in a low voice to his colleague on the right: "Did our little prince learn the art of war?"

Guard Mo nodded: "It was ordered by His Highness."

Li Shiwei was very surprised, Xiao Shizi was only seven or eight years old, and children of this age only learned "Book of Rites", "Analects of Confucius" and so on, and their general asked his son to learn how to form formations, march, and siege cities .

It seems that this prince's son is not easy to be...

In the room, Zhao Yi was sitting at the desk. He usually likes to listen to his master's lectures on the art of war, but today he is somewhat absent-minded.

The master saw that he was distracted frequently, shook his head and did not continue talking, and left school early.

Zhao Yi returned to the residence, and his cousin Baoji was very happy to see him coming back early, and surrounded him to fight around.

On weekdays, Zhao Yi likes to tease his little brother the most, but today he is a bit annoying.

After a while, cousin Xiao Aiqin rushed over excitedly, and said to the two excitedly: "Brother Yi, Brother Ji, look what I found in mother's bedroom..."

After all, she held up a big thing in her hand.

The two of them fixed their eyes and saw that it was a paper kite.

"Brother, let's go release the paper kite." Xiao Aiqin's eyes lit up, and her red cheeks were very cute.

Zhao Yi couldn't get excited: "Sister, it's so cold, who put the paper kites?"

When Xiao Aiqin heard that she was unwilling, she twisted her body: "No, I will let it go."

Zhao Yi ignored him, so she came over and tugged at the corner of his clothes, and began to act coquettishly: "Brother, good brother Yi, why don't you go with me."

They really couldn't screw her up, so the children went to the yard to release paper kites.

After Zhao Yi put the paper kite in the sky, he handed the string to his sister, and sat by himself to watch.

Seeing the kite flying high, Aiqin and Baoji cried out excitedly.

Mrs. Yang came over when she heard the noise, and saw Zhao Yi sitting on the stone bench with her head downcast, and asked with concern, "Why, who made our prince unhappy?"

Zhao Yi turned to look at her, smirked, and said after a while: "Aunt Yang, I heard that my mother was grounded by the king, is it true?"

Yang was startled for a moment, then nodded.

A trace of uneasiness flashed in Zhao Yi's eyes.

The servants and nuns around him always gossip, and he knows some of those gossip.He is eight years old this year, just past the age of ignorance, and he is very sensitive to these rumors.

In addition, he also heard some implication from the words of the aunt surnamed Gu last time, which made him even more uneasy.

Aunt Yang didn't speak ill of his mother in front of him, but he just knew that Aunt Yang didn't like his mother.

His grandmother also told him that his mother was a rough woman with a bad family background and ignorance of etiquette.

(End of this chapter)