A tragic death in his previous life! Reborn to marry a stupid king and seize your kingdom

Chapter 29 Tongyue
  "Ah? So these are all the medicinal materials caught at Deji Hall?" Xiaoying pouted. She thought Prince Rong had sent the medicine prepared by the palace doctor. She was really happy for a long time.

She was about to repackage the medicinal materials she had just unpacked when her eyes lit up again, "Miss, although these medicinal materials are not from the hands of the imperial doctor, they may be the medicines that Prince Rong personally went to Deji Hall to grab. Just now Dai Xue also said that their prince cares about you in everything."

"Ah."

Jiang Fengqing sneered, with a languid expression, "Prince Rong is only interested in governing the country. When did he learn how to write prescriptions? He has a very good mouth. Every time he talks in front of me, he speaks with fancy words and clever words, but in reality What was done was completely different.”

"What's more, the medicinal materials he picked up personally are exactly the same as the prescriptions prescribed by Deji Hall?"

Jiang Fengqing put the teacup back on the table, picked up the teapot, tilted it slowly, poured hot water into the teacup, and enjoyed the delicate fragrance.

She frowned, recalling what Dai Xue said just now, Nangong Zhuo asked her not to hurt her body again.

Why would Nangong Zhuo specifically remind her? Could it be that what she did in Changchun Palace at that time... was acting?
  But Nangong Zhuo was not present at that time.

"That's right." Xiaoying sighed, her eyes darkening again.

When she was young, General Bai sent her to learn the art of Qihuang, and her young lady also followed him for some time. Naturally, she was very knowledgeable in medical science. Later, she often went to Deji Hall to get medicine. This kind of ordinary prescription for reducing swelling and relieving pain was natural for Miss Zi. You can tell at a glance.

Compared to the art of Qihuang, her young lady is better at mixing fragrances. Speaking of fragrances and medicine, there are some similarities.

While the two were talking, they heard messy footsteps outside the window. Jiang Fengqing turned her head and saw two servants carrying a wooden box into Liangfeng Pavilion through the window lattice paper.

"Miss Feng Qing, Master Zhao asked the minions to bring this box over. The minions put the box at the entrance of the courtyard for you."

"Thank you both."

Jiang Fengqing brought the tea cup to her mouth and tasted it carefully. She naturally knew that the box contained two thousand taels of silver from Zhao Yutang, but she couldn't tell how happy she was.

He continued to give instructions: "By the way, tell Aunt Zhao that I am going to the market in the afternoon to look for good pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and I will bring some good things to Aunt Zhao when I come back."

"Yes, Miss Feng Qing."

After the two slaves left, Xiaoying said happily: "Miss, Master Zhao is quite trustworthy. He promised to give the two young ladies a thousand taels of silver, and he actually had someone carry it over."

Jiang Fengqing stood up, stretched out, and rubbed Xiaoying's head a few times. "Of course she keeps her word. After all, she now relies on flattering me to live in Jiang Mansion."

With that said, she pushed Xiaoying to the door of the house, "Go quickly and bring my lady's dowry in, and let me see if Aunt Zhao has given enough."

"dowry?"

Xiaoying immediately became interested and looked around suspiciously. When she saw that there was no one else around, she approached her young lady and lowered her voice and asked, "Which prince did the young lady choose? Is it Prince Rong?"

"You really want to know?" Jiang Fengqing raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly at her, "Of course, I will choose whichever prince is obedient."

"obedient?"

Xiaoying blinked and wanted to ask a few more questions, but received a warning look from her young lady. She had no choice but to go to the yard to find a maid and carry the wooden box in with her. Although there are more than a dozen maids in Liangfeng Pavilion, there are only three or four who can serve them closely, and only one Xiaoying can be completely trusted. When Xiaoying went to the yard and asked to lift something heavy, these maids all used the excuse that they had something to do and ran faster than a rabbit.

Only a rough maid who was responsible for cleaning the yard on weekdays and Xiaoying carried the box into the room. After Jiang Fengqing finished counting the number, she helped move the wooden box under the bed.

The rough maid then blessed Jiang Fengqing, returned to the yard, picked up the broom, lowered her head and swept the fallen leaves. She showed no expression the whole time, as if she had never been in the house or seen so much money, and was not greedy at all. No desire at all.

Jiang Fengqing raised her eyes and glanced at the rough maid in the courtyard outside. She suddenly remembered that this rough maid was the maid who was kneeling with her back straight at the door of the courtyard after she returned home yesterday. It was also her. This maid has a look of perseverance in her eyebrows, her figure is tall and strong, and she looks like she can do some martial arts.

"Xiaoying, what's the name of the maid who carried the wooden box with you just now?" Jiang Fengqing stood in the room and looked at the rough maid quietly. She deliberately kept her by her side to serve her, but she didn't know if she was reliable.

Xiaoying also turned her head and looked over, "Miss, you name her, her name is Tongyue."

"Three or four years ago, Xiaozhu Zhao bought it from Granny Ya. He trained it for a month when he first arrived at the house. Among the same batch of maids, those who were smart, good-looking, and good at embroidery were all sorted out. Only Tongyue was left. , her hands and feet are heavier, and she can crush a cup even when she is serving tea and pouring water. Little Master Zhao found her an eyesore, so he sent her to our Liangfeng Pavilion."

Speaking of this, Xiaoying rolled her eyes angrily and muttered in her heart that this little master Zhao really knew how to bully others. Instead, the maid she didn't want and didn't train well was sent to Liangfeng Pavilion.

"Tongyue?" Jiang Fengqing nodded and repeated the name before having lunch.

In the afternoon of early spring, the slightly warm sun began to tilt towards the treetops. After the lunch break, Jiang Fengqing wanted to take Xiaoying to the market to buy some incense-making equipment.

Just after coming out of the main room, Jiang Fengqing saw Tongyue straightening her back and meditating in the corner. She was dressed like the other maids, all in aqua blue silk clothes, but it was neat and neat on her body, not like what other maids were wearing. Delicate and pretty.

Jiang Fengqing smiled and stood directly in front of Tongyue, blocking the sunlight on her body.

Feeling a chill all over her body, Tongyue frowned and opened her eyes. When she raised her head, she saw Jiang Fengqing looking down at her.

She stood up from the ground calmly and saluted respectfully: "Miss Fengqing."

Jiang Fengqing nodded, looking at Tongyue up and down, "Tongyue, right? Come with me."

After that, she took Xiaoying and walked directly outside, leaving Tongyue alone in shock.

Seeing Jiang Fengqing walking further and further away, Tongyue quickly followed and asked, "Where is Miss Fengqing taking this slave?"

Jiang Fengqing replied sincerely: "When I go shopping, I happen to need someone to carry things. I think you are suitable."

There are many shops on both sides of the market streets, and there are also stalls selling seasonal cakes, such as persimmon cakes, walnut cakes, twist cakes, and winter melon soup.

Cars and horses were flowing, and people were flowing in. Not far away, the penetrating shouts of vendors could be heard faintly, and occasionally there was a long neigh of a horse.

The city's line of pearls, the household of Yingluoqi, are competing for extravagance.

As soon as she arrived at the market, Xiaoying was so excited that she looked at every stall. Before long, one hand was full of things, and the other hand was holding a candied haws, her eyes looking at it from a distance. The candy seller's stall in front.

(End of this chapter)