"Then let the princess wait and see!" Wu Kui said with great certainty, "In the near future, the Marquis of Qi will come to this Nangong to visit the princess, and ask the princess to get ready."

"That's nature."

Qi Hou Lu Shou hesitated in front of the gate of the South Palace, and his mood was very depressed. In the early dynasties, the Guo clan and the Gao clan and the two secretaries actually jointly played a concerted performance, and the words were conclusive and righteous, so that he had no words to refute.

"Your Majesty, I heard that Princess Boji of the Zhou Chamber has been living in seclusion in the South Palace since she married into the Qi Palace, which is like house arrest. And since the wedding day, the king has been staying in the summer palace of the second concubine Dang clan, and he and Mrs. Zheng have not met for several months, can this be the case?"

Lu Shou cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed: "This ...... Princess Zhou is not familiar with the widow yet, this is the truth."

"Your Majesty, this matter is contrary to Zhou etiquette, and the concubine is reversed, which is a sign of the death of the country. At that time, Shang was also the sole favor of Su Daji, and alienated Queen Jiang, which eventually led to the overthrow of Sheji. Princess Zhou married for the first time, and there was no fault, but the king snubbed her for no reason, how can the Son of Heaven be embarrassed? The whole world will only accuse my Qi country of being a country that does not know how to be polite."

"And how about you want to be widowed?"

"Your Majesty," said the minister in charge of the affairs of the Princes, "There are clouds in the Zhou Li, and although the wife is old, she still needs to be crowned on the second day of January. Please follow the weekly system, and have sex with Mrs. Zheng on the fifteenth day of every month."

The matter of the harem bed was openly placed in the court, how could Qi Hou Lu Shou not be embarrassed? I could only vaguely agree, and this was over.

I thought that on the fifteenth day of the new year, I would go to Nangong and just sit and deal with it. I don't want Gao Guo's second clan to communicate with the historian, so they have to record his deeds in the Tong book from time to time, and they still have to check it. Is...... This Qi Jun deserves it...... What a wreck.

What Lu Shou didn't expect was that he came reluctantly, but people didn't want to see him at all.

An old maid in her thirties came out to see him in fear, and after trembling for a long time, Lu Shou understood that it seemed that Bo Ji was busy with something and had no time to see him.

This made him a little relieved, but at the same time a little curious and unwilling. He, Lu Shou, is the master of this Qi Palace, no matter how humble the harem women are, which one is not sincerely looking up at him in fear, expecting his inadvertent gaze to fall on them? But why does this broom star dare to ignore himself, he is here, and he doesn't even show a face, what are you busy with? What could be more important than his nominal husband?

"Where's Madame?" Lead the way!" He ordered categorically to the old maid.

The old maid was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, and a flattering smile suddenly appeared on her face with a sense of vicissitudes. She held a wind lantern to lead the way, Lu Shou only felt that he didn't know how long he had walked and how many turns he had turned, and finally stood in front of an inconspicuous house. I vaguely heard the sound of the loom operating inside, and I couldn't help but be stunned, could it be that she couldn't weave it herself?

Lu Shou was thinking about it, when he suddenly heard a conversation from inside, and an unfamiliar female voice asked, "Madam, the raw silk reeled this time is still not soft enough, it seems that the method of adding salt will not work!"

In this Qi Palace, the only people who can be called "Madam" are Bo Ji and Dang Meng. Could it be that this pampered princess of the Zhou room actually entered the silkworm room to reel silk and make silk silk? For a moment, Lu Shou's curiosity was aroused, and he was about to shout behind him: "Your Excellency has arrived!" waved his hand, leaned on the edge of the window lattice, and peeked in through the crack in the window.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. Bo Ji, whom he had only seen on the wedding day, was wearing a pearl hair and a brocade dress, and tonight the mulberry picker woman in cloth and hairpin was like two people, but she had a natural charm, which was very different from the harem girls.

I saw Bo Ji frowning, took the newly made silk silk, gently rubbed it with the palm of his hand, and then rubbed it on his face, looking very focused. At the end, she sighed lightly, put down the silk silk and said, "It really doesn't work, I originally thought that the Qi country would enjoy the benefits of fish and salt, and it was not a matter of weaving that could also be borrowed, it seems that this road is not working!"

"Ma'am, what then? Is it a problem with the weaving process or is it a matter of effort in the silk reeling process?"

"The loom needs to be remodeled, and it is better to encrypt the shuttle and wait for me to draw it at night. You too

If you visit the people, you may not know if some master craftsmen have strange skills......

Bo Ji repeatedly discussed the process of making silk and silk with the weaver girls, and did not notice Qihou Lu Shou standing outside the house at all. This only stimulated Lu Shou's curiosity even more, and he turned back to the old maid who led the way and asked, "Princess...... Oh no, is she good at weaving silk, ma'am?"

"Yes. The slave maid also heard that the palace maids who accompanied the marriage said that the princess liked to pick mulberry and weave since she was a child. After her biological mother was martyred by the former king, the princess lived alone for several years, and only passed the time by weaving silk.

Lu Shou nodded frequently when he heard this, and said to himself, "I really didn't expect that she still has this skill......

"And that's not all!" The old maid, who had been silent for a long time, talked a lot today, and chattered: "The princess thinks that the silk weaving in the palace is too rough now, and wants to improve the craftsmanship by herself, and make a finer and softer silk silk that is far better than that of Guanzhong and other countries in the Central Plains. By the way, the princess has even thought of the name of this new silk, which is called "纨素", which can also be called Qi 纨."

"Susa? Qi Xuan?" Lu Shou muttered, he suddenly wanted to enter Bo Ji's world full of vegetarian food and take a look. But the immersion and devotion of Boji in the house clearly did not leave him a little space.

"Well—" he commanded, with a long sigh, "tell Madame that the widow has come." Since she is busy, the widow will come to see her another day." After that, when he was about to leave, he turned around and commanded, "You wait carefully for Madame, don't let her work too hard."

"No!" The old maid raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and answered softly: "This is the duty of slaves and maids."

In the following days, Princess Boji of the Zhou Chamber seemed to have completely forgotten her identity as Mrs. Qi Hou and devoted herself to Qi Kun's career. Soaking in the silkworm room during the day, I tried again and again how to add various accessories to increase the softness of raw silk in the process of silk reeling, rice wine, vinegar, honey...... And so on; At night, he repeatedly proofread the loom patterns on the parchment under the lamp, and was so busy that he could not even attend the court celebration on the first day of the new year.

The party Meng in the summer palace is still the same. Every day, he teaches his husband and children, changes his tricks to cook and season, sings and dances, just to keep his husband and wife with his body and mind forever. Nangong Summer Palace was at peace for a while.

What has changed is Qihou Lu Shou. Now that he didn't need the threat of the historian's bald pen, he consciously and voluntarily went to Nangong twice a month to visit the new lady, to be precise, it was not the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, he would also go, and the frequency of visiting Nangong was increasing day by day. It's a pity that Bo Ji has never been indifferent to him, either burying his head in the mountains of silk piles or soaking in the loom room. Even if he was forced to come out to greet him, he was unkempt and lazy to freshen up, and his expression was daunting between his words. That means that it is clearly disgusted that Lu Shou occupies and disturbs her working time.

But the more cold she was, the more diligent Lu Shou became. Perhaps in order to find a common topic, he asked about Qi Kun's process every time, or pretended to be concerned and asked: "What else do you need, Madame said, let the widow let Nei Shiling handle it." It made Berge cry and laugh.

This day is neither the first day nor the fifteenth day of the new year, but Qihou Lu Shou is here again. As soon as she entered the palace gate, she heard a burst of cheers and noise coming from the familiar silkworm room. Lu Shou involuntarily quickened his pace.

Sure enough, a woman with long hair in a cloth coat, slender and ruddy-faced, holding a piece of white silk silk in her hand, giggled and jumped out of the threshold, and crashed into his arms. Which one is it if it's not Berge?

"Your Majesty," Becky's eyes flashed with excitement and joy, "I succeeded, look, this is Susu!"

Lu Shou took the silk silk and touched it carefully, it was indeed more delicate and softer than the ordinary silk, and it was whiter, and he was also overjoyed: "It's true! I didn't expect you to be really successful! How is it made?"

Bo Ji snatched Qi Kun, raised his face, and said very proudly: "Mixing plant ash and quicklime with the water of silk reeling can increase the gelatinity of raw silk and make softer and tougher silk, and this silk can naturally be spun. Great, with it, the silk fabrics of the Qi Kingdom can stand alone in the world!"

Lu Shou looked at her face that was glowing with excitement and was stunned. The Bo Ji in front of him is so simple that there is no carving, and she is as beautiful as a beauty in the sky. Nearly thirty years old, he was once again moved by a woman......

"What did you say?" Dang Meng stood up angrily from behind the case, and stared at the little chamberlain who came to report the news with good eyes: "Your Excellency stays in Nangong tonight? How can it be? Hasn't that woman always been obsessed with silk making? Didn't she ignore the king's love? Is she pretending?"

The little chamberlain who reported the news had never seen his master look so out of shape, and he was afraid for a while, and replied in a trembling voice: "It has always been like this, but ......."

"But how?"

"But tonight coincides with Qi Xuan, and the king happens to congratulate him, so ......" He looked at his master's increasingly ugly face, and swallowed his words.

"Whoa-" A clay pot was smashed, and Dang Meng's face was distorted with jealousy: "What a princess Zhou, I underestimate you!" We'll see."

From mid-February to early March, it was the time of the Great Zhou Dynasty's ploughing ceremony. The opening ceremony is the most important ceremony at the beginning of the year.