In the wisteria small building, Leng Qinglang coaxed softly, and Murong Qi's gloomy face at the bottom of the black pot finally eased a little.

Then, the wine was persuaded one after another, and Murong Qi did not refuse to come sullenly, but he was cold and silent, and the atmosphere was not too warm.

The wine gradually drank too much, his face became hot, his body was hot, the atmosphere in the room became more and more ambiguous, his cold body slowly snuggled over, his arm wrapped around Murong Qi's neck like a snake, leaning over weakly and bonelessly, his collar was half open, and the warm fragrance was bursting.

"Lord Wang, it's not early, why don't you let Qinglang serve you and rest?"

After drinking another glass of wine, Murong Qi lowered his head and looked at the Red Lotus Guarding Palace on Leng Qinglang's chest, and flames began to gather in his eyes, crackling and slowly burning.

Leng Qinglang closed his eyes, and the red and bright red lips took the initiative to meet them, closer, closer, almost lips together. A loud and abrupt "cluck" twitched from the stomach and overflowed his throat, and with the sour gas of the fermented rice wine, it rushed directly into Murong Qi's nose.

His body stiffened, and he directly pushed away the beauty in his arms. He has a habit of cleanliness, and any filth or smell is unacceptable.

Leng Qinglang was embarrassed, embarrassed to explain, but as soon as she opened her mouth, there was another loud burp, which made her take a cool breath, and then one after another, the hiccups continued.

"You've drunk too much." Murong Qi got up lightly: "Let's rest early." ”

Leng Qinglang's face complained: "Maybe it's just a cold, lord, you want to ...... Gurg...... Where to? ”

Murong Qi was a nameless fire again, his main house was occupied by that hateful woman, where could he go?

He snorted angrily: "Study! ”

Leng Qinghuan was relieved, it was a good night's sleep.

Early the next morning, Leng Qinglang ordered someone to bring her dowry, and it was red and bright all over the yard.

Just look at the time, Murong Qi must not have stayed in Wisteria Xiaozhu last night, otherwise, Furong is warm, with her cold means, how can the two of them have to be three poles a day. How could Leng Qinglang be so diligent and get up early in the morning to pour out the dowry.

Taking advantage of the presence of people, the dowry was simply counted and put into a relatively spacious side hall, and the silver at the bottom of the box pressed by the Tianqi shop was naturally held in his own hands. It is estimated that the shops that the Kim family married to him are all losing money and making money, but the foundation is there, and they will make plans when they stabilize in the later stage.

Along with the dowry, there were three other people, one was the son of the family in the Prime Minister's Mansion, a child who was not yet twelve years old, named Lingqi'er, very clever, specially responsible for running errands and passing the word, because of his young age, he could freely enter and leave the backyard.

The other is Wang Ma, who was reassigned by Leng Qinglang to serve herself. It's just that Leng Qinghuan didn't see her deed of sale from which contracts, and she should still be held in the palm of her hand by the Jin family or Leng Qinglang.

The third person, Leng Qinghuan didn't know, was a stout black-faced woman, about the same age as Wang Ma, with hanging eyes and black skin, and she didn't look like a good person. She saluted Leng Qinghuan one by one, and introduced herself as Murong Qi sent over to serve her, surnamed Diao.

Let's just say that this Murong Qi is stingy, he can't steal the things in this yard by himself, as for sending a mother-in-law to monitor him.

Leng Qinghuan smiled and groaned, looking very happy: "Or is your prince thoughtful, and I am worried about the lack of manpower?" I don't know if Mama Diao can cook? ”

Diao Mama didn't understand what she meant, and nodded: "Home-cooked meals are still okay." ”

Leng Qinghuan squinted his eyes and smiled very brightly: "Great, I'm stupid with Doudou, and I haven't cooked porridge, so I'll ask you for the food of a few of us in the future." ”

Diao Mama's face sank, and she swallowed: "The old slave takes the order." ”

Leng Qinghuan instructed Lingqi'er to go out to buy some breakfast, and then glanced at Wang Ma: "Mama Diao is a guest for the first time, we can't be too lazy, I have an injury, I want to help me grind medicine for the old lady, Wang Ma can work hard, all the chores in this yard are entrusted to you." This morning, you will first put up the stove, and in a while I will instruct Lingqi'er to buy the necessary ingredients, firewood, rice, oil and salt. ”

Although Wang Ma was a slave when she was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was barely pampered, and there were naturally low-level people to do the rough work, so why did she ever do this kind of dirty and tiring work. She spread her hands: "Miss, the old slave won't either." ”

"Wang Ma has always been left and right, and she must be familiar with the people in the palace, so if you don't know, ask the cook in the kitchen, you don't need me to teach this, right?"

Wang Ma was choked firmly, probably because she felt that the Leng Qinghuan in front of her was a little different from the past, she looked at her suspiciously, and nodded resignedly: "Okay, the old slave try to try, I don't know, where is this kitchen located?" ”

Murong Qi's main house sits in the north and faces south, Leng Qinghuan walked around yesterday, except for the three main rooms in the middle are bedrooms and guest rooms, and there are study rooms and bathing places in the side halls of the ear rooms next to them, and the east and west sides are the grocery rooms and the residences of the subordinates.

She glanced around, raised her hand and pointed casually: "Just the study, there is a lot of firewood in it, so that you can make a fire." ”

Diao Mama was taken aback: "The princess must not, it is full of the art of war strategies treasured by the prince, which is more expensive than others, how can it be used as firewood?" ”

Leng Qinghuan snorted lightly in his heart, people who watch the art of war every day still have a pig's brain, and a low-level beauty like Leng Qinglang can't escape it, and it's in vain to see it.

However, this kind of person is better to stay away, so he won't provoke him, what if one day he cooks on a whim and really ignites his study?

There was barely one room left in the east and west wings, and Leng Qinghuan waved his hand: "Just pick a random wing, anyway, it's only two days." ”

If it weren't for the worry that the lonely dog jumped over the wall and made a fuss in his own diet, why was it so troublesome? Let Diao Mama be in charge of the meals of a few people, then Leng Qinglang wants to maintain his kind white lotus image in front of Murong Qi, and he should not start from Diao Mama.

Other people are all mixed up, they are good, and it is just a matter of carrying an unknown origin in their stomachs, and even survival is a problem, and they have to intrigue and calculate step by step.

Lingqi'er will buy it back early, xiao long bao, shrimp skin seaweed and small wontons, which is very good. He also bought a bamboo food box for a few pennies and came back and rested it on a stone table in the shade of a tree in the courtyard.

Leng Qinghuan saw that there were red envelopes on his neck and arms, some of which were swollen and scratched.

"What's wrong with you?"

Ling'er hurriedly took off her sleeves: "It's okay, I was bitten by mosquitoes." ”

This is just spring, how can mosquitoes be so powerful? Leng Qinghuan frowned slightly: "Where do you sleep at night?" ”

The spirit girl refused to speak, and urged twice, before replying aggrievedly: "Stable." ”

In the stables? Sleeping with horses, I talk about how bad the environment is, and I can't stand mosquito bites. The people in this palace are simply too deceitful, and Lingqi'er is the person who married him, so he treats him so harshly. I can't keep him in my backyard, it's not in accordance with the rules.

Seeing the anger on Leng Qinghuan's face, Lingqi'er hurriedly and cautiously persuaded: "I'm fine, it's all because I slept too hard." ”

The more sensible he is, the more uncomfortable Leng Qinghuan feels in his heart. Swallow the wonton in his mouth hard: "Doudou, go to the clothes box and touch two taels of silver and give it to Lingqi'er." ”

"Is Miss going to buy something?"

Leng Qinghuan shook his head: "If you need to add something in a while, Mama Diao will tell you, you find another pocket to withdraw the silver." These two taels of silver will be used by you to take care of the stewards of the house, so that they can arrange a good place for you to live. If they don't buy it, tell me again, and I'll help you out. ”

Ling'er hurriedly refused: "How can you let Miss spend so much, the slave is not so expensive, just have a place to nest." ”

"Let you take it, don't be reluctant to spend some money. If one day I am not at home, you will be accommodating and have a good relationship. ”

Ling'er's nose was sour: "When I came, my mother explained, you are my master, I will follow you wherever you go." ”

Leng Qinghuan smiled slightly, said "yes", took out a bottle of wind oil essence from the ring and handed it to him: "Wipe it yourself for a while, and it won't itch if you wipe it." Since I am your master, I will protect you to the best of my ability, and it is my responsibility. If you have any grievances in the future, remember to tell me. ”

Ling'er's face flushed with excitement, holding the bottle of wind oil essence in her hand, and she responded crisply: "Hmm! ”

On the side, Mama Diao stopped what she was doing, turned her face to look at Leng Qinghuan, pursed her lips, and lowered her head again.