Empress Industrial Project

Chapter 81 Buying and Selling ([-])
Han Qing turned his eyes away, not looking at her.

Such a person with a human face and a beast's heart is afraid of staining his eyes even at a glance.

Qiao Yurong greeted Han Qing again: "Brother Han Qing, come with this king. There is a lake in the front yard, and there are many big-headed fish in that lake. Let's get it out and ask the cook in the kitchen to cook a big-headed fish stewed with tofu." , absolutely delicious.”

As Qiao Yurong said, she had already pulled up Han Qing's sleeves, and dragged Han Qing to the backyard of the palace without any reason.

Han Qing glanced at Qiao Yurong's hand holding his sleeve, the white and tender stalks, slender like the young bamboo shoots with their leaves peeled off, long and white, tender and soft, with a hint of pink, it's important to look good.

Han Qing didn't shake off, and let Qiao Yurong hold his hand. The two of them were very fast, and they came to the lake in the backyard of the palace in no time.

Because of the snow.

The lake had already frozen, and there were thick ice blocks on the lake. I don't know how thick it was, and I couldn't even see a little lake water.

Qiao Yurong let go of Han Qing's hand and called repeatedly, "Come here, come here."

Soon the servants came out and knelt on the ground respectfully.

Qiao Yurong said to him, "Go and get a pickaxe, and then get a fishing rod, fishing line, and some fishing worms, hurry up."

The servant listened, and hurried to get it.

Qiao Yurong stepped on the frozen lake without any hesitation, not afraid of the ice breaking at all.

Han Qing looked at Qiao Yurong with deep eyes, and saw Qiao Yurong walking on the ice. His face was not at all afraid of the thickness of the ice. After carefully looking at the ice, he waved his hand towards him and smiled: "Han Qing Come on, brother, there are a lot of fish down here."

Han Qing's eyes moved slightly, flashing an unknown and complicated light, but his footsteps did not move.

Seeing that Han Qing wasn't coming, Qiao Yurong carefully left the ice, stomped and ran to Han Qing, with a persistent smile, and wanted to hold Han Qing's sleeve again, but this time Han Qing flicked it lightly and said indifferently. : "My son is not interested in fishing."

Qiao Yurong withdrew her hand shyly, and said, "Then I will go fishing by myself."

Han Qingdao: "You were injured yesterday, and if you don't rest for a while, you won't be afraid of the wound recurring. Wouldn't the wound heal so quickly?"

Qiao Yurong waved his hand disapprovingly: "This little injury is nothing to worry about, and the doctors in my palace are very skilled in medicine, so I am very relieved." After saying that, Qiao Yurong had already walked towards the ice lake again.

This man's skin is boundless.Han Qing's eyes were gloomy.

At this time, the servants of the mansion brought a pickaxe and fishing equipment.

Qiao Yurong commanded his subordinates to dig holes in the thick ice with sharp picks, and the sharp picks quickly carved out four or five ice holes.

Han Qing's gaze was a bit fresh. It was the first time he saw fishing on the ice like this, especially when Qiao Yurong was holding a fishing rod and putting the fishing line into the ice hole, and the servant was holding a chair for Qiao Yurong to sit on. , Qiao Yurong was like that old man, sitting on a chair and fishing on the ice.

Can this fall to the fish?
The white snow and ice lake is a vast expanse of white, and the person wearing the white fox cloak wraps himself tightly on the chair, blending with the ice and snow. Such a scene is like a leisurely mountain traveler, calm and leisurely. , Elegant people are leisurely and have special feelings.

And the shameless, brazen person just now is simply two people.

Han Qing's eyes showed a moment of confusion. This Qiao Yurong seemed to have many faces, but no matter what kind of face he was, it was not enough to truly express what kind of person he was.

(End of this chapter)