Xiao Yiting had a trace of fantasy in his heart, hoping that this Gu poison was bewitched by others, not by this brother himself, but the next scene made his heart fall into darkness again......

Pan Rongxi held the blood soul bead and asked, "Your Majesty, this ...... How to deal with it? ”

Xiao Yiheng opened his mouth, and finally waved his sleeves and said, "Bury." ”

When he turned around, he wanted to ask the Queen Mother, what was going on with this Blood Soul Bead, didn't she say that the Gu Master was dead, why did another Blood Soul Bead come out.

Pan Rongxi was about to step out, when he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, and he looked up but didn't see anyone, it must be an illusion.

It's not an illusion, that gust of wind is Xiao Yiting who left, with a ghostly speed, and the person has already flown out of the imperial city.

In the past few days, Mengqing has stopped very much, because she is afraid that Xiao Yiheng and some uninvited guests will come to her, so she is seriously copying Buddhist scriptures.

"Mother, take a break." Yimo poured her a cup of tea.

Since Mengqing became pregnant, she basically didn't drink tea, but she didn't refuse this cup of tea.

Turning her tired and sour wrist, Meng Qing sniffed the cup of tea on the tip of her nose, the mellow smell made her feel refreshed, and she took a sip, the taste was no different from what she imagined.

Poked the little thing on the top of his head, "Go and send a letter to my brother and ask him to buy the tea garden." ”

Qingqing crawled out of her hair lazily, the days were boring, and the time was spent sleeping.

"Niangniang, why don't you let the slave go?" After Yi Mo finished speaking, he instantly lowered his head and pinched his two fingers together.

"The folk kiln that Gongzi Fuxi said last time, I'm going to take a look at it later, you have to accompany me." Dream said lightly as if she didn't care, got up and went to the inner room to change into men's clothes.

She knew Yimo's thoughts, and her brother had no intention of refusing, so she asked Qingqing to send letters in the past few days.

It's not that she doesn't understand the amorous feelings, if in the past, her identity as a queen was enough to support Yimo, but now it's not, a concubine is a concubine, if she lets Yimo follow her brother, I don't know what her life will be like when she leaves in the future.

The yield of this tea garden is particularly low, at that time I heard that the owner was going to eradicate it and use it to grow something else, Mengqing inquired about the terrain and the type of tea there, called Jun'er, in fact, it is the modern Longjing.

The low yield is due to the lack of rain, so Mengqing drew a drawing of a powered waterwheel in his last letter to his brother, and the water in the area was transported to the top of the mountain by a waterwheel, so that the water on the top of the mountain could be sufficient to ensure the yield of tea.

Now that it is autumn, although it is a batch of autumn tea, the taste has passed, and compared with the general tea on the market, the taste is enough.

In order not to let Shangguan Xi follow, Mengqing deliberately chose to go out at noon in the scorching sun, she found that Fuxi Gongzi didn't like the scorching sun very much, I don't know if there was any hidden disease, as long as there was sunshine, he either covered it tightly with a hood, or played an umbrella, and he would not go out of the yard at all under such a scorching sun.

Descending from the road, the two of them rented a carriage and went to a kiln in the west of the city, where many people make a living by firing porcelain, although many of them are sold, but only this one is the dream of despising it, but I heard that the old man of this family is a bad lord to think about.

As soon as he got out of the car, Yi Mo was not stunned by this spectacular scene: "Mother...... Childe, this is much bigger than the kiln we had when we were in the Cold Palace. ”

Is it called a kiln in the palace? Survive the stove.

Dream shook the folding fan gently, and the handsome appearance stunned the old man who came out to meet her, how could you see such a handsome offspring in this place.

"This son, are you going to make a kiln or a kiln?" The old man asked.

"I make pottery." Dream chuckled.

"Tao ......"

The old man couldn't believe his ears, "You use this kiln to burn pottery?" "Their kiln is left by their ancestors, and no matter how bad it is, they have burned white porcelain, and they have to be reduced to pottery.

The old man suddenly stopped: "I don't sell!" ”

Mengqing knew it would be like this, "I didn't say I wanted to buy it." ”

"You ......" the old man pointed at her angrily: "You are teasing me like this in this life?" ”

Hearing the old man's anger, a couple hurriedly rushed over, and it seemed that the old man's nervousness was close relatives.

"Dad, don't be angry, what's wrong?" The woman held the swaying old man and helped him run it down his chest.

The old man didn't have a problem with this woman, but glared at the middle-aged man who hesitated: "You unfilial son, if you hadn't lost all your silver, I would have been guilty of selling the kiln?" ”

"Dad, if I don't sell it again, the people in the gambling house will break my leg, they will come later, you can sell it quickly."

The old man was so angry that he couldn't wait to slap him to death: "I'm really a sin, such an unfilial son like you." ”

"How much do you owe?" Dream asked lightly.

The old man lowered his head: "Originally, there was not much, but unfortunately the profit is rolling, even if this kiln is sold now, I am afraid that I can't afford to pay it back, it is better to ...... It's better to die here, so as not to be sorry for the ancestors. ”

Saying that, the old man really wanted to hit the kiln wall.

"I can't help it!" Mengqing hurriedly stopped: "Uncle, I just owe some silver, I will pay back this kiln for you, and I only rent this kiln, don't buy it, right?" ”

The old man looked at her incredulously, his cloudy eyes widened desperately, and he thought she was talking nonsense: "What...... How can there be such a good thing? ”

"There's such a good thing right now." Meng chuckled, took off the pendant on the fan and handed it to the old man's son: "You take this to Fu Ming Zhai to get the silver, but there is one point, if you dare to gamble again, you don't need to do it from the gambling house, I will immediately hide from your hands!" ”

was excited to pick up the pendant, but when he heard Mengqing's words, he was so frightened that he almost knelt on the ground.

The old man looked at Mengqing in horror, "This little brother, you ...... Why are you doing this? He was frightened and didn't believe that grace would fall from the sky.

Meng Qing asked Yimo to take out the two purple clay pots in the package: "I heard that you are very accomplished in the firing of porcelain and are good at carving patterns and decorations, so I want to cooperate with you to fire this purple clay pot." ”

The old man's eyes were firmly focused on the pair of purple clay pots, and his mottled hand slowly wiped towards the body of the pot: "Exquisite, exquisite!" Isn't this the same pot that was auctioned at the auction a few days ago? ”

"It's the same kind, but it's not those few, there are some of them in this kind of Fu Ming Zhai, but it's far from enough, so I want to find a successor."

"Biography...... Descendants? These words made the old man tremble with excitement: "You mean you know the person who made this pot?" Can you also pass on your skills? ”

"Of course, because I'm going to mass produce." Meng chuckled, how could she have enough wealth with just a few purple clay pots, so she wanted to grasp the entire industrial chain in her own hands.

"What do you think?" Dream looked at the old man who was already excited and asked.

"I don't know, where is the master of the pot maker, the old man wants to see it in person." I have made porcelain for a lifetime, and I thought that this life was just such an attainment, and I didn't want to get a true inheritance when I was old.

With a sigh, the folding fan in Mengqing's hand unfolded: "The craftsman is in front of you." ”

When the old man heard this, he was not very happy: "The son is playing tricks on the old man." ”

Yimo became proud when he heard it: "You really don't know the gold and jade, this pot is fired by our son himself, I don't believe you can see it for yourself." ”

The old man was a little skeptical, thinking that there were still some firing porcelain mud in it, so he proposed: "If it is really fired by you, don't let it go and make it yourself in front of the old man, so that the old man can be convinced." ”

"What's so hard about that?"

No matter how the old man looked at the handsome young man in front of him, he didn't look like a person who could make pots, but when he saw a delicate and exquisite pot in front of him, she instantly knelt in front of Mengqing: "The old man has eyes and doesn't know real people, damn it, damn it." ”

"Uncle, don't be like this, it's just making pots."

"Nope! The old man can run this kiln land like this, and now I understand that the old man is stupid, you helped my son pay off his gambling debts, this kiln land is yours, I dare not ask for it again, I don't dare. ”

Mengqing didn't listen to him, and directly asked him to sign the rental credentials.

Not only can it be fired, but there is also a cellar for stale mud here, which is not good for Mengqing.

After saying goodbye to the old man, Meng gently pulled Yimo into the carriage when she came, but as soon as she sat down, she suddenly felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Yimo, you don't think it'......"

Before she could say anything, she felt dizzy in her head, and she and Yimo both fainted in the carriage.

A black-gloved hand lifted the curtain of the car, and the gloomy's gaze fell on Mengqing's face, and with a hand stretched forward, he pulled the person out of the car.

"The queen of this Liang is not bad, no wonder even King An Ning was bewitched by her." His nose suddenly approached Mengqing's neck and took a deep breath of her breath.

"Lord, what are you going to do?" The subordinate asked.

The man's fox-like eyes narrowed slightly: "I want to taste her taste and see what King An Ning and Emperor Daliang like." ”

The figure jumped on the back of a fierce horse and said to his subordinates, "Take the one in the cart with you." "One more insurance.

The sun gradually turned west, Shangguan Xi came to the front yard with an umbrella, looked around and didn't see the shadow of Mengqing, and thought that she had said that she was going to see the kiln and walked out quickly.

He was walking on the main road, and he was bound to pass through the gate of Youlan Garden, and it happened that the housekeeper of Youlan Garden passed by the door.

"Meet Master Fuxi, where are you going?" Fuxi Gongzi easily does not leave the temple, if he goes out, there must be something important.

"Is your master here? The queen is out, and I'm going to look for her. What Shangguan Xi said was not subtle.

As soon as his words fell, Xiao Yiting's figure fluttered in, and he didn't know where he flew in time: "She went out alone?" ”

Shangguan Xi was surprised by his somewhat angry tone: "Just to see the kiln, why are you so nervous?" ”

Xiao Yiting's face was very bad: "The people of the Blood Underworld Sect are here!" ”