Chapter Eighty-Three: Temptation

Living in a stone house is a hobby of Westerners, Tie Xinyuan doesn't like it very much, cold, hard stone does not conform to the Oriental concept of living at all, although such a house can be maintained for a longer time, but there are some barbaric rough concepts in it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tianshan City is a military city, so it is naturally impossible to pursue luxury and comfort like Qingxiang City, and the houses built are also like soldiers, all the same, without features.

After the high little windows were covered with cowhide, the big room was like a dark prison if there was no light.

Tetsuichi is used to living in it, and likes this kind of room that is no different from the fortress.

Tie Xinyuan can't stand such a house.

He leaned his head back in his chair, and looked at the huge cast-iron lamp pool on the roof, on which there were a dozen oil lamps lit brightly, and the blue-gray stone roof had long been smoked black by the oil lamps.

Wei Chiwen hurriedly walked in from outside, put down a large stack of documents beside Tie Xinyuan and said, "These are all urgent documents sent by the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion. ”

Tie Xinyuan nodded subconsciously, and Yu Chiwen squatted on the edge of the brazier to bake his palms.

The cold wind on the Tianshan Mountain was like a small knife, and several thin blood cuts opened on Yu Chiwen's delicate face, and after baking, there were fine blood beads oozing out from the cracks.

Tie Xinyuan sighed and said, "I will approve these documents tonight, and tomorrow you can take these documents back to Hami City." ”

Wei Chiwen wiped the blood beads on his face and shook his head and said, "I'm not a woman!" I don't eat with my face either! ”

The water beads next to Tie Xinyuan who baked socks snorted dissatisfiedly.

"I don't care if you're a woman or not, I want you to go back because I want you to take a good look at those people and don't mess around, not that I'm worried that you'll become ugly."

After Tie Xinyuan finished speaking, he put on warm slippers and entered the inner room with the stack of papers.

The inside and outside of the stone house were naturally very different, with a thick layer of woolen carpet on the cold stone floor, and arm-thick firewood burning in a huge fireplace.

Tie Xinyuan found that he had just entered the room, and he was sleepy.

There was also a small house next to the fireplace, and Zhao Wan was busy inside, and from time to time there was a strange smell coming out of it.

Tie Xinyuan shook his head, since Zhao Wan suddenly came to Stone City three days ago, she was very keen on making supplements for herself, everything was weird, and she was often in a daze alone, thinking that she had suffered some grievances in Qingxiang City, and asked her, but she didn't say anything.

It's just that at night, it's obsessed.

Zhao Wan heard movement outside, so she poked her head out to look, and when she saw her husband coming back, she smiled sweetly: "It's not good yet, wait a while, if you're hungry, you will eat the dried fruits first, candied fruit." ”

Tie Xinyuan picked up a book and said, "I still have something to do, you are busy with yours, call me when you are ready." ”

Zhao Wan smiled and went back into the small house.

Tie Xinyuan rubbed his face vigorously, and his wife's upper body that was accidentally exposed just now showed that she was only wearing a silk dress......

When I opened the paperwork, it was full of a long list of numbers, the number written in red pen was a happy event, indicating that so many people had been resettled, and the number written in black pen was bad news, indicating that there were still so many people who had not been resettled.

Today, the numbers written in red are much larger than those written in black, but the sum of the two figures does not match the first census of the population, which is about 6,000 people less.

These 6,000 are either missing, or have gone on their own, or have died.

The king's work was not much different from that of later generations of state leaders, and when disaster struck, everyone had to be fed, clothed, and housed.

It's a very hard job, it's very difficult to do.

Of course, if you really think of your own people as your own people, the job will be difficult.

If they are not regarded as human beings, they are just a herd of people who can find their own food, can work on their own, and can slaughter a herd of meat at will, and rule a herd of cattle that do not bother at will, and the king is naturally the happiest man in the world......

Why did Wang gradually enter the house?

Tie Xinyuan was a little angry, his wife's clothes didn't seem to be very neat!

"King, this is deer blood!"

Tie Xinyuan put down the brush in his hand and glared viciously at Wang Yan, who was carrying the blood of the deer.

"King, I'm a eunuch!"

Tie Xinyuan took a small glass of deer blood with wine and drank it all, and then **** looked at the blood stains on the corner of his mouth and said viciously: "Get out of my bedroom, in my eyes, you have always been a man, you thought so when you were two years old, and you still think so now." ”

Wang gradually smiled and said: "This is the most wonderful humiliation I have ever heard in my life, haha, I'll get out!" ”

After saying that, he walked out of the house with his head down, and closed the door very intimately.

He wasn't angry, he really wasn't angry, and it really wasn't an insult to him to beware of a eunuch like a man.

Zhao Wan finally came out of the kitchen, tossed for so long, and only brought a casserole out.

Tie Xinyuan looked at the casserole, then looked at his wife and said, "It's over?" ”

"It's over."

Tie Xinyuan sighed and said: "I drank a bowl of gruel in the morning and went out, and drank a bowl of bone broth with the coolies at noon. ”

Zhao Wan smiled and said, "We don't have enough food. ”

Tie Xinyuan lifted the lid of the casserole and glanced at it, then nodded with satisfaction and said: "Snow chicken is indeed a good thing, if it ......"

Zhao Wan brought a big bowl of rice and put it in front of Tie Xinyuan.

Tie Xinyuan grabbed Zhao Wan's waist, kissed her on the cheek and said, "What more could you ask for a wife like this!" ”

"Wait a minute, there's something better."

Zhao Wan saw her husband eating with gusto, bit her lip and whispered in his ear.

Tie Xinyuan took a big mouthful of food in his mouth, and when he heard this extremely ambiguous sentence, he forgot to swallow, and looked at his wife a little stupidly.

Although the two have been married for three months, this is the first time Zhao Wan has taken the initiative to tease herself.

"Silly, this doesn't look like a big king, hurry up and eat."

That's how men are unproductive...... Therefore, Tie Xinyuan put his head into the rice bowl and ate violently, as for the pot of snow chicken soup, he drank it as soon as he craned his neck, and he was not even interested in eating the meat, so he left the rice bowl and looked at his wife with great interest.

Zhao Wan's wonderful figure was covered by a light blue silk dress, especially when she turned around to get something by the bed, the plump buttocks looked at Tie Xinyuan.

was full of joy and wanted to pounce, but Zhao Wan turned around and hugged her, and she pushed her hard to the chair and sat down.

"It's better in bed, you're going to get cold here."

Zhao Wan sat opposite Tie Xinyuan with a smile and pushed a document to him.

Tie Xinyuan took the document and signed it without even looking at it, he was already in pain, and he didn't know if it was the cup of deer blood he drank just now that worked, or if he was about to go crazy because he was stimulated by the person in front of him.

At this time, he should be sensible, which is too high.

He even thinks that if Zhao Wan **** can do his own thing, why not take the opportunity to make some benefits?

"Husband, do you still have people in Tokyo?"

Tie Xinyuan faint monarch generally hugged the beauty up and down, and nodded his hand again and again.

"Give them all to me?"

"What do you want them to do, a madman who is bent on killing himself and a horse thief who is not a subordinate and wants to take root in the Great Song Dynasty, these two people are not good people."

"How's your ability?" Tie Xinyuan teased Zhao Wan all over, gritted her teeth and continued to ask what she wanted to know.

"The so-called good people can't do much, only the bad guys and the wicked are the ones who really do things."

"How are they assigned?"

"Ask Meng Yuanzhi about this, let's go to bed......

At dawn, Tie Xinyuan opened his eyes, glanced at Zhao Wan, who was sleeping soundly on his chest, pulled the quilt to cover her bare back, and stared at the black roof with his eyes, feeling very shameless!

In the past few days, Zhao Wan has always vaguely mentioned that if her son can't be surnamed Tie, she has been pushed back by herself.

This forced this stupid woman to go to great lengths to make raw rice and mature rice, and the so-called document is nothing more than a document of her own consent, agreeing that her son can be surnamed Zhao!

What kind of thing can force Zhao Wan to let her son's surname Zhao regardless of her feelings?

At this time, I am afraid that only the throne of the Great Song Dynasty will let Zhao Wan make this decision.

Before this stupid woman did this, I am afraid that Yijing was ready to accept her anger in the future.

I have to say that she thinks too strongly of her husband's self-esteem.

Zhao Wan sometimes drooled when she slept, so Tie Xinyuan's chest was moist.

Zhao Wan felt her husband's hand rubbing her back, slowly opened her eyes and said, "Why don't you sleep anymore?" ”

Tie Xinyuan said with a smile: "It's time to go and see the first checkpoint on the Tianshan Road, the city wall there should be completed today." ”

Zhao Wan's eyes froze for a moment, and she sighed: "Who are you working so hard for?" ”

Tie Xinyuan smiled: "For whom?" It's not for myself, people live a lifetime of grass and trees, and I take my own happiness as my life goal. ”

Zhao Wan sat up all of a sudden, and hurriedly said, "Not for future generations?" ”

Tie Xinyuan blinked his eyes and said, "I'm not having fun myself, what are you thinking about so much?" ”

"In that case, what about my son?"

Tie Xinyuan laughed and said, "If my son is better than me, he will get whatever he wants, what is he doing with these things?"

If my son is not as good as me, keeping these things will be a source of trouble for him.

After I die, I don't care what he does, just be happy. “

Zhao Wan gritted her teeth and said, "Can our first child be surnamed Zhao?" ”

Tie Xinyuan smiled: "Of course you can." Our children have half your blood, why not?

Whether his surname is Tie or Zhao, does he not mean that he is not my son? (To be continued.) )