After the people left, Jiang Qingyue knocked on the door, and the family on duty at night had long since disappeared from where he had been sent.

The stupid disguise didn't last a few seconds, and when he saw the comer, King Ping returned to normal again: "Why are you here?" ”

"You are my husband, the night is dark, I am naturally coming." Jiang Qingyue's steps were curly, with a charm that she didn't have in everyday life.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

King Ping watched her coldly as she pressed forward step by step.

Loosening her waist and falling into his arms, Jiang Qingyue curled up a strand of his hair and wrapped it around her fingertips, gently scratching his skin.

"What the hell is going on?" I slapped her hand, and her delicate skin was a little red.

Restrained her posture, Jiang Qingyue spoke: "I'm going to leave for a few days." ”

"How many days?"

"Five days."

"Three days."

Jiang Qingyue was dissatisfied, and once again said in a tired voice: "Lord Wang~~"

The elongated tone gave King Ping goosebumps.

"Four days, it can't be more, the palace is still waiting for you to do it." Pushing her soft body away, the touch of the palm was full and soft.

King Ping felt that his palms were a little hot, and the tips of his ears were slightly red, but he was still calm: "Okay, go out." ”

Indifferent, Jiang Qingyue snorted shallowly, ate her own tofu, and made a face to herself.

Could it be that this Ping Wang is...

The change in his eyes reminded King Ping of something inappropriate, and he shook his hands angrily: "Don't go out yet." ”

The next day, Jiang Qingyue packed her bags and took Xiang'er to the carriage, the carriage of the palace was luxurious, with a layer of soft mattresses in it, a snack on the middle table, incense baking in the corner, and a Ping Wang.

"Why are you here?" In order to prevent outsiders from eavesdropping, Jiang Qingyue lowered her voice.

King Ping shook his head, looking ignorant of the world.

It seems that there are people around who are staring, Jiang Qingyue squinted at him, enough to be dead, since he can't get rid of it, then don't blame himself for being rude, and stepped forward with his hands and feet neatly: "Xiang'er, you are sitting outside." ”

The person holding the curtain was a little aggrieved, but he still responded and sat next to the coachman obediently.

Came to King Ping's side in three steps and two steps, Jiang Qingyue raised her hand and gave him a burst: "Oh, King Ping is really careless, why did he fall?" ”

Qing Yangping covered his head, opened his mouth and forcibly suppressed the exclamation in his mouth, and looked at her incredulously, this little girl was taking revenge on herself.

"Let's go."

At the sound of the order, the wheels rolled, bringing up the smoke and dust in the sky, and headed towards the rising sun.

I only took pity on Mama Li, and when I woke up and searched the entire palace, I realized that the princess and princess had gone out, and no one had brought them.

The carved incense burner quietly exuded its fragrance, and a thick mist shrouded the carriage.

Looking at the light gray tassel swaying above King Ping's head, Jiang Qingyue lazily threw the orange into the mouth: "The prince is in good interest." ”

"Interested?" The carriage had already driven out of the city, and King Ping no longer hid it: "This is a bad statement, since you said that you are in the same boat, then the husband naturally can't leave you." ”

"Hmph."

There was silence again.

The sound of the horses' hooves faded away, as if they had come to a muddy place.

Jiang Qingyue raised the curtain and looked at it, it was already a suburban scenery, and it was not far from the destination.

"Princess, it's here."

The coachman steadied the carriage, and looked at the busy crowd not far away, and always felt that something was wrong, although these people were crop men, they looked a little more dangerous.

"Do you want to go with you?" As if teasing, Jiang Qingyue glanced back at him with bad intentions.

Nodding slightly, the curtain of the car has been opened, and naturally it can't be shown in a shrewd appearance.

The busy village name looked at the people in luxurious clothes stepping on the muddy path, and unconsciously stopped the work in hand, the woman led by a shallow temperament like water, as if out of a splashed ink painting, here, I have never seen such a fairy-like character.

Seeing the people go away, there were more whispers in the fields.

This is a Zhuangzi left by Jiang Qingyue's mother, and the fields outside are all under her name, but the Wang family is lazy, as long as they can take a cut, they don't care about the rest.

The steward here had already received the news, and before he arrived, someone came out to pick it up: "I don't know if it's Princess Ping." ”

"Yes," Raising her eyes at him, Jiang Qingyue smiled gently, unable to see what kind of temperament this person in charge of things in front of her was.

It's just that when he followed his gaze and saw King Ping, the contempt revealed in it could not be ignored.

"Princess, please."

Following his steps, he came to a simple room, which was simply furnished, but lacked nothing.

"Princess, please take a seat, the account books of all these years are here, and the people are having a hard time." The steward sighed and shook his head.

Before opening the ledger, he began to complain, either he was too shrewd, or he did it.

"This princess knows, go down, and call everyone over to gather when Shen Shi arrives." Jiang Qingyue spoke with a smile.

When you first come, you always have to get by on face.

"Yes."

The steward picked up the bamboo curtain and went out, gently closed the door, sighed helplessly, walked down the stairs, and looked back again, with a complicated expression.

King Ping lazily leaned on the couch next to him to rest, looking at her slender back, engrossed in checking the accounts, and fiddling with the tea cup in front of him from time to time.

"This Wang is really ruthless!" Jiang Qingyue poured a glass of water, and her eyes were filled with anger: "In the past, my mother only collected 20% of the tax, but she was good, as soon as she came to power, she collected 50%!" ”

Fifty percent, no wonder this little girl is angry like this, as long as the harvest is worse, she will definitely be starving all over the place.

Without waiting for him to speak, Jiang Qingyue looked back with a smile: "Lord Wang, what about the 1,000 taels of silver you said you would reimburse me yesterday?" ”

for he was concerned about his own money.

slapped his head and looked at her apologetically: "Look at my memory, I forgot it." ”

Jiang Qingyue took a sip of tea and looked at him sideways: "Did the prince forget, or did he not want to give it?" ”

"Of course it is..."Before he finished speaking, King Ping watched the tea cup in Jiang Qingyue's hand fall to the ground, shattered to pieces.

When the words came to his lips, he turned around again, and took out the silver ticket from his arms with a smile: "Take it, it's just a joke with you." ”

"The prince has a good memory." Jiang Qingyue smiled like a flower.

The person in front of him turned his face faster than he turned a book, and King Ping suddenly regretted following her out.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is time for Shen.

Jiang Qingyue closed the account book in her hand, listening to the lively movement outside, the corners of her mouth hooked a shallow arc, the steward here and the Wang family are both interesting people.

"Princess, everyone is here."

"You come in." Jiang Qingyue looked at the steward standing in front of her, and tapped the account book with her fingertips and nudged it in front of him: "Steward, the account book you have here is new enough." ”