"Smack!"

"Smack!"

The two ginkgo trees by the courtyard wall were quietly exerting themselves in the night, squeezing out the little golden they had saved from the sun and dying their own leaves, but they were disturbed by the continuous beating sounds, and the night wind blew, and it made a little trivial noise, as if complaining that the owner of the yard had disturbed its quietness.

"Smack!"

The candle flickered, and a stone slammed over the flames and hit the courtyard wall a foot behind it, making a crisp sound.

Didn't hit again.

Zhao Surui clutched the two remaining stones in his hand and pouted dissatisfied.

I haven't practiced this body in the end, so I don't have the strength to forget it, and I haven't been able to get my head yet.

Ah Chi was holding a newly-made big hat on the side, and the star light a few feet away was really too small, and she felt that her eyes hurt when she stared at it.

"Girl, it's late at night, why don't we go back and change things to relieve our boredom?"

Zhao Surui didn't speak, he threw the stone in his hand out in succession, and the last piece just smashed out the candle flame, he grinned and clapped his hands with satisfaction, just thinking that the extinguished flame was the life of the entire Xie family:

"Okay, what else can I do to relieve my boredom?"

Ah Chi hurriedly wrapped the big coat in his own girl, and said in a coaxing tone: "I promise the girl likes it." ”

Zhao Surui nodded and looked at the extinguished candle:

"Today I'm just hitting a stone, tomorrow I'm going to shoot an arrow, although the accuracy is not high, but ...... Even if you miss, no one knows. ”

The extinguished candle shook gently.

It's not that the ground is shaking, it's because it's a person who makes the "candlestick" underneath.

This person was wearing coarse cloth and rags, with a blue nose, swollen face, and bleeding, and at first glance, he looked miserable as if he had been beaten seven times a day.

His mouth was sealed, his hands and feet were tightly bound, and the whole person was like a "kneeling pottery figurine", and he couldn't even struggle.

Zhao Surui picked up an account book sorted out by Ah Chi, slowly walked in front of him, and said with a smile:

"I don't need a good arrow, as long as it's sharp enough, and I don't need to light a candle after dawn, just one after another, first shoot this head, then shoot this eye, and finally, force his mouth open, I can shoot an arrow into the throat, and then I can take you out to shoot rabbits to play."

His words were addressed to the little maidens, but his eyes were fixed on the "candlestick".

The candle on his head was extinguished, and Xie Fengan watched "Shen Shiqing" approach step by step, only feeling that this woman who had been married to him for seven years was more terrible than the whip in Tu Nan's hand.

"Hmm!"

In the other corner, several of his entourages were also struggling, but they were restrained.

The lamp under the corridor shone behind "Shen Shiqing", hiding her former forbearance and tranquility in her shadow one by one, leaving only a palpitating cruelty and indifference.

She was laughing.

But Xie Fengan was so frightened that he wanted to pee.

"Hmm!" He arched forward suddenly, and the whole person fell to the ground, and a three-foot-long wooden stick was tightly tied to his spine at the back of his head, so that he could not even shake his head when he was a "candlestick", and even if he fell to the ground, he looked like a stone statue that had been overturned to the ground.

Xie Fengan couldn't care about this, every piece of meat on his body was struggling, and finally let his body hold up an inch and fall down, hold up, and fall again.

He's kowtowing, he's kowtowing as hard as he can.

He can't stand it anymore, let him do whatever he wants, he doesn't want to be blind, he doesn't want to die, and he doesn't want to be intimidated and whipped like this again.

Seeing that Xie Fengan was finally frightened, the depression in Zhao Surui's heart was finally relieved, and he waved his hand:

"Tu Nan, let him write a letter to his mother, since the steward said that the entire Ning'an Bo Mansion thought he was on the way to Jinyang, he said that he met a bandit in the Xuan Mansion, and the bandit asked the Xie family to ransom him with 10,000 taels of silver."

Tu Nan hurriedly responded.

Ah Chi, who was standing under the porch, felt that something was wrong: "Girl, if they don't give money, they will report to the official ......."

Zhao Surui pondered the report of the Wanquan Dusi who was stationed in Xuanfu before about the rampant mountain bandits around Xuanfu and asked the military department to order extermination.

He agreed, and ordered Wanquan Si Zhang Yong to suppress the bandits within half a month, and Yang Zhai, the secretary of the military department, also sponsored Ming Ruoshui, the director of the criminal department, who was about to leave Beijing to go to Jiangxi to decide the prison, to assist in this matter.

"Then they will know that the Ministry of War has allowed the Wanquan Division to transfer troops to suppress the bandits."

Ah Chi didn't understand.

Tu Nan still looked at his girl quietly.

Zhao Surui stretched his muscles and bones, turned around and walked into the study: "Then let him write another letter, just say that Wanquan Si Zhang Yong led the troops to suppress the bandits and happened to rescue him, because he saw that he was a talent, he appreciated him very much, and intended to keep him as a staff member." ”

Walking to the porch, he turned his head to look at Ah Chi, who was still stunned: "With this letter, Ning Anbo Mansion naturally wants to send money and things to Xuanfu." There will not be many things and people, but there will be no less money, and most of them are silver tickets, Tu Nan, you will take people to keep an eye on them, and take these things down on the way from Yanjing to Xuanfu. ”

Ah Chi suddenly realized.

Her girl is fishing on a line!

"After Tu Nan got the things, he immediately arranged for someone to send a third letter to Ning Anbo's Mansion, which said that after he became friends with Zhang Yong, he learned that Zhang Yong and Zhuo Shengquan, the waiter of the Criminal Department, were going to be married, and he wanted to ask Zhang Yong to help let Ning'anbo Mansion and Zhuo Shilang get on the line, so that he could save his father as soon as possible, Zhang Yong was already moved."

Seeing the little maids looking at him with admiration, Zhao Surui was quite complacent, and also said the subtleties of his plan:

"Zhang Yong, this person cherishes soldiers and loves money, and has a lot of appetite, Ning Anbo's mansion can naturally get this news if he asks around, knowing that Zhang Yong is moving, he will naturally do his best. But at this time, Ning Anbo's Mansion was crumbling, and they didn't dare to make a big splash if they wanted to send gifts to Xuanfu, thinking that they would only let a few people escort a few carts of things, and maybe there would be a man from the Xie family in it. ”

He rubbed his fingers: "When the time comes, Tu Nan, you bring a few more elites, and even bring me back people and cars." ”

"Yes!"

Zhao Surui said happily, even the boredom caused by the menstrual affair dissipated, he stood still in the house, ignoring Tu Nan who led people to drag the Xie family and others down, but looked at Ah Chi with a smile on his face.

"You just said that there is fun, but it is fun to have my strategy?"

"Of course not." Ah Chi hung up the big puff in his hand, "It's just that girls always do it in the past to relieve boredom." ”

Zhao Surui was rarely interested, and after a while, he watched Ah Chi carefully open a paper bag, which contained some dark cyan powder.

"When the girl wasn't injured before, she said that she should remake some cyan to use, these are Qingdai*, girl, let's make color, right?"

What's so fun about that?

Zhao Surui's interest was gone.

He pursed his lips and refused to move, watching Ah Chi set up a small tandoor again, and a small white porcelain bowl with yellow water was placed on the claydoor.

"This is the bone glue I soaked during the day." Knowing that his girl didn't remember, Ah Chi taught while doing it, "As long as you put the boiled bone glue and green daisy mud together, grind it carefully, wait for the color to melt into the water and sink the flying water over and over again, and finally take the color and boil the water to remove the floating glue, and then boil and bake, and finally you can make a cyan spindle." Girl, you don't have to do anything, just watch the slave do it. ”

Holding the sleeve of his right hand in his left hand, Ah Chi took a small wooden stick and stirred the bone glue in the white porcelain bowl, and said with a smile: "The girl used to dislike the color of the painting materials outside was not fine enough, and the coloring was frivolous, and it is true that no one is more refined than the girl." ”

Zhao Surui's gaze swept over Ah Chi's face and looked at the small white porcelain bowl.

After the glue was boiled, Ah Chi put on a pair of gloves that had long been mottled by various colors.

There has always been a stone slab on the side table in the corner of the study, Zhao Surui originally thought that it was used to put a vase, and disliked it as simple and ugly, but he didn't expect Ah Chi to pick it up and put it on the table to be used as a grinding utensil.

The white porcelain pestle crushed the indigo and bone glue, and mixed them into mud.

Ah Chi lowered his head and did it quietly, and the room became quieter and quieter.

Zhao Surui sat on the literary chair, his fingers knocked impatiently on the table, and there was a plate of pomegranate seeds that had been peeled out on the side of the table, and he grabbed a handful and filled it directly into his mouth.

The indigo mud mixed with indigo and bone glue was ground more and more finely and smooth, Ah Chi added some water to it, and said:

"In fact, the girl likes the color spindles made by Lenga Zhai very much, not only fine enough, dissolving water quickly, and the color is also easy to tune, but the price is also high. I heard Tu Nan say that when the girl used to be at home, she always had to save her monthly money to go shopping in Lenga Zhai, and the lord's money was used to buy books, and the lady's money was used to raise horses, and the girl's money was replaced with color ingots......"

As he spoke, his clear tone gradually sank.

The thick blue dipped in the water, and she looked at herself in the water.

Emperor Zhaode felt that he had also developed a little patience these days, if he had dared to have a little maid in front of him in the past, he would have let him beat him out so early.

He's endured enough until now:

"Ah Chi, if you are really angry, the little beasts born of the old beasts are still dragging out, you go to fight again, if you can't fight, I will let Tu Nan fight again."

"Nope." Fingers pinching the white porcelain pestle were about to pinch out the green tendons, Ah Chi held his throat and denied, "The girl has endured it all these years, how can Ah Chi be angry, Ah Chi can only learn from the girl's former appearance and calm down for himself." ”

Oh, that's infuriating.

Zhao Surui supported his head with one hand and leaned back on the cushion of the literary chair.

Looking at Ah Chi, his gaze turned to the bottles and cans on the shelves against the wall.

Shen Sanzhu's years have been like this, guarding the boring scenery of a courtyard, writing, reading, painting, coloring, perfume, and training the little maid...... She really doesn't know if the books she "lent" to the Xie family have gone and never returned? Then why did he hand over the book to the maid he married, and on the other hand, even if he was driven to the Zhuangzi, he had to take the book with him?

She knew, but she couldn't do anything.

Because she is a waste of brains, a waste of body, and a waste of character.

Zhao Surui doesn't understand the inner house, but he knows how to control people, he can see the intrigue of hundreds of big men in the court, how can he not see that the Xie family has been fighting from the beginning to abolish her?

Not letting her communicate with relatives is cutting off her foreign aid, "borrowing" her precious calligraphy and paintings is cutting off her reliance, and the steward who is going to take her back to the house today, keeps saying that it is "the grace of the old lady", what a joke? Their family Ning Amber is still locked up in prison, has his grace floated out of the prison with his fart?

They were sure that Shen Sanfu was ignorant of the affairs of the DPRK and China, so they could handle her at will.

How rampant? And how far-reaching?

Zhao Surui narrowed his eyes and looked at the only few pomegranate seeds left on his plate.

The Xie family met Shen Sanzhu, and they did everything to abduct and deceive.

The Xie family met his wise and martial Emperor Zhaode, and naturally ...... We must be deceived and deceived again.

After eating the pomegranate seeds, Zhao Surui lazily looked at "Shen Shiqing" in the mirror.

No matter how you look at it, it's a lot more pleasing to the eye than before.

Naturally, it was dyed by his imperial aura.

"Shen Shiqing, Shen Shiqing, the foundation I earned for you, if you can't stand it anymore, you are not Shen Sanwaste, you are Shen Bai waste, and your life is wasted."

Casually taking away the few confessions on the table, Emperor Zhaode saw the top one and frowned slightly.

The Xie family wanted to take Shen Sangu back, because Princess Yueqing asked Shen Sanqu to help identify the calligraphy, and he, a little aunt, really lived a leisurely life...... If she had posted a few days earlier to invite someone, she wouldn't have had the same experience with Shen Sanfu.

The ginkgo tree by the courtyard wall was finally dyed and breathed a sigh of relief, and a golden ginkgo leaf fell to the ground.

"The fallen leaves are picked up and put away beautifully, and I keep them to make flower notes." In the princess's mansion in Yanjing City, Zhao Mingyin sandwiched a golden ginkgo leaf in an ancient book.

The female officer beside her smiled and said, "Don't worry, princess, it has already been arranged." ”

Zhao Mingyin nodded: "By the way, is there any news from Ning Anbo Mansion?" ”

"Back to the princess, I only know that I sent someone to pick up Shen Niangzi, I think Shen Niangzi will return to Yanjing tomorrow, you don't have to worry too much."

"I don't think so. Tomorrow, you will let someone go to Xie's house to urge you. ”

"Yes, Princess."

Facing the light, Zhao Mingyin took out a letter and looked at it twice.

When Zhao Mingyin put down the extremely light and thin letter paper, the bright candle flame illuminated the red and black handwriting on the letter, and the letter revealed something strange.

It was written in blood.