The princess had been gone for a while.

Zhang Xiang was still in a mess and didn't react.

I felt 10,000 grass and mud horses 'booming' overhead.

When the princess had just said to him, he felt as if he had opened the door to a new world.

It's amazing.

I didn't expect this ancient woman to be really understanding.

If she can't satisfy her husband's sexual affairs, she will find a way for her husband.

If you change to modern times, you dare to have this kind of thought, and it is okay not to break your third leg.

Why is it that such a fine character of ancient women has not been passed down?

Of course, Zhang Xiang was just thinking about it enthusiastically at this time.

Don't say that he really doesn't have such thoughts now, even if he does, he doesn't dare to determine whether what the princess said is true or false?

Maybe it's to kill him, so that he can be free, and give him a trap!

He couldn't just burrow into it.

Put this matter aside first, and then take it out for reference if you are relieved in the future.

"Huhu~"

He hurriedly ran out of the courtyard and took two wild breaths.

The mood has calmed down a lot.

After a while, the servant sent him over early.

……

At this time, Princess Zhao Hanyan of Gaoping was also eating dim sum in her west room.

On the way back from Zhang Xiang just now, she was also thinking about many things in her mind, and none of them had dissipated at the moment.

Although she doesn't like Zhang Xiang, she has no feelings for Zhang Xiang and can't meet his needs for sex.

But after all, they are already husband and wife, even if they have acquiesced to his idea of wanting to go to the Qinglou.

But when I think about it, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

In Zhang Xiang's words, a woman's idea is inexplicable, this is a kind of biological genetic inheritance, which has nothing to do with the times.

So after thinking about it for a while, Zhao Hanyan felt that the concubine probably felt too bored these days in Pingzhou, and had nothing to do all day, so he had those messy thoughts.

The little slave would often tell her about this.

The little slave said that the pony would often say that it was boring to stay in the house, and if there was something to do, it would be more comfortable.

If he could get the pony something to do, wouldn't he be so bored? As long as he's not bored, he won't have those messy thoughts, right?

Thinking about it like this, Zhao Hanyan suddenly felt that he had found the right direction.

She smiled softly.

Then I continued to think, but what should I do with the colt?

He can't do the things of the next man.

What the children of high-ranking officials can do since childhood is nothing more than civil and military affairs.

Wen can be in politics, and Wu can be in the army.

Zhang Mingheng's father, Zhang Jian, used to be a general of Zhenbei, a first-class official, and a major general of the imperial court.

So what Zhang Mingheng did when he was a child is naturally these two aspects.

Although Zhao Hanyan doesn't know much about him, after all, he has had a marriage contract since he was a child, so he can more or less hear about him from his father.

He was frail and couldn't practice martial arts since he was a child, so he basically just studied at home.

Although I can't read it well because I'm stupid, not many people know how it is bad.

It's just because of people's habitual thinking, how can a fool read a good book?

So people who know him basically think that he is useless.

But no matter what, all Zhao Hanyan can think of now is what he can do for the pony to be done in this regard.

Soon, after eating the snacks, she called the next person, found the little slave, and said to the little slave: "Little slave, you go and prepare some snacks, as well as some gifts I brought back from the capital, let the old housekeeper choose some of them, and after noon, go with me to Sufu." ”

"Sufu? Which Sioux house? The little slave was surprised.

"Su Shaoyuan, Mr. Su's Su Mansion." Zhao Han flute.

"Is that Mr. Su Shao, the literary master in Pingzhou?"

"Not bad."

"Oh!" The little slave nodded violently, and then left in understanding.

……

Around the evening, Zhang Xiang learned from his subordinates that Zhao Hanyan and the little slave had returned home.

Because he had looked for a little slave once in the afternoon, but he heard that she had gone out of the house with the princess.

As for what he was going to do, he didn't ask.

When she was about to go to the slave again, she came.

The little slave came to him and told him that the princess had dinner and asked him to go to the west room to eat together.

"Do you know what the princess is looking for me?" Zhang Xiang asked strangely.

The little slave shook his head: "The slave and the maid don't know either, but the slave and the princess went to Su Mansion in the afternoon." ”

"Which Su Mansion?"

"Mr. Su Shao, he is a master of the literary world in Nanchu!" Speaking of the name of this old gentleman, the little slave looked in awe.

"Oh!" Zhang Xiang didn't feel much.

The little slave said, "By the way, do you have any instructions for the horse to find the slave?" ”

Then Zhang Xiang took out a finger-sized charcoal and said to her: "I want you to help me find a few domestic servants to burn some charcoal of this size, which should be so big, not too big, not too small, according to this standard." ”

The charcoal that Zhang Xiang gave to the little slave was about the size of a little finger, about the length of two fingers.

He's certainly going to be used as a tool for writing.

No way, he doesn't know how to use a brush at all, his brush words are really not flattering, the same as ghost drawing, and his posture with a brush is the same as the posture with a pen.

Since coming here, Zhang Xiang has been looking for something to pass the time.

For example, writing a diary, recording some of what you have seen and heard, and some small things that need to be studied need to draw drawings, the brush is too slow to write, the strokes are too thick, the space on the paper is too much, and the ink is too thick.

He must have written in the vernacular, and the brush could not write at all, so he could only study pencils.

It's just that there are no conditions for making pencils here, so I can only use charcoal for the time being.

Nan Chu was already very proficient in charcoal firing, and as long as he burned charcoal of this size, he could use it as a pencil.

The little slave took the charcoal handed by Zhang Xiang, glanced at it, and nodded: "How much do you need for a donkey?" ”

"It's not much, just burn a few dozen first, and then burn it when it's used up." Zhang Xiang said.

The little slave wrote it down carefully and nodded: "The slave will do it for the donkey tomorrow!" ”

In the evening, Zhang Xiang came to the princess's west room.

I happened to see that the people were also finishing dinner one after another and preparing to leave.

"I've seen a colt."

When Zhang Xiang passed, the subordinates also hurriedly saluted and greeted him.

After the maid reported, Zhang Xiang was quickly brought in.

Then Zhao Han withdrew from everyone and invited Zhang Xiang to sit at the dinner table.

"Recently, Gao Ping has been busy with some trivial matters, neglected the horse, and has not had a banquet with the horse for a long time.

After Zhao Hanyan poured himself and Zhang Xiang a glass of wine, he lowered his eyebrows and smiled, his tone soft.

Zhang Xiang rarely saw the princess so polite to him, and couldn't help but be a little flattered, and hurriedly raised his glass to greet him: "The princess is polite." ”

After drinking this glass of wine, Zhao Hanyan said: "These days, do you feel that it is too boring to stay in the house?" (Ask for collection recommendation)