A few days ago, on Chinese New Year's Eve, after a bonfire New Year's banquet similar to a "mobilization meeting", in the new year, the people were enthusiastic about participating in the reconstruction of the disaster area.

The men sweated and worked together, and in their hands, houses were built one after another, and the women, who had little strength, did the logistical work, prepared the food, and ensured that the men who had done the day's work would fill their stomachs, and the older children carried baskets with kettles and bowls and ran through the fields.

Chen Chao was not idle, and continued to give full play to his advantage of standing on the shoulders of giants.

In the second year of Yongxing, the eighth day of the first month.

Under the guidance of Chen Chao, Master Wu refined a new gadget, cheap and easy to use bricks, red bricks.

Different from the green bricks refined by the ancient method, clay is used as raw material, and it needs to be artificially cooled or heated after firing, which is complex and costly.

Red bricks made of clay, shale, gangue and other raw materials have a simpler production process and are widely used in the reconstruction of disaster areas.

Looking at the beautiful and sturdy red brick houses standing up, Chen Chao was full of a sense of accomplishment.

On this day, Chen Chao was still handling government affairs in the tent, reviewing the various folds that were submitted.

Song Qingwan was wearing a winter skirt with a graceful posture, pinching Chen Chao's shoulders and grinding ink next to the big case, saying that men who work hard have a natural attraction to women, making them unable to resist.

This is true, the relationship between the husband and wife is the last step after a few days of getting along. On several occasions, Chen Chao almost corrected Song Qingwan on the spot in the tent, even lifting her skirt to her chest, gnawing and licking, but in the end she still held back.

The most beautiful and precious things for women should be obtained at the right time and in the right place.

If not, you'll regret it.

"Xiangye, drink tea and rest for a while."

Song Qingwan's eyes were full of distress, and she handed over a cup of tea, Chen Chao took it and took a sip.

After drinking tea, Chen Chao took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Song Qingwan's slender waist and let her sit on his lap.

Song Qingwan was used to it, and she would struggle at first, but now it doesn't matter at all, and sometimes she will take the initiative to wrap around Chen Chao's neck and stick it.

"Qin Xiangru? Where is he now? ”

Chen Chao asked.

"In Qingyuan County, Yunhe County presided over the start of construction, and it is estimated that it will take two days to come back."

After hearing this, Chen Chao nodded, "It's okay, all the counties and towns around the capital that have been affected by the disaster have entered the reconstruction, and within half a year, the people will live in new houses. ”

"I heard that Qin Shangshu is busy every day without touching the ground, and his shoes are worn out and he needs a few pairs, and he has lost dozens of pounds."

Chen Chao smiled, this is a good thing for Qin Xiangru, the fat on his body will not be reduced, and in a few years, he will have a problem with his body, maybe high blood pressure, high blood sugar or anything will come.

"By the way, Xiangye, Yan Shangshu has sent a letter from Beijing." Song Qingwan took a sip.

"Yan Song?"

"Hmm." Song Qingwan nodded, and pulled out a letter from the inconspicuous corner of the case.

After taking the letter and looking at it, Chen Chao frowned and subconsciously scolded, "All in Beijing are a group of corpses and vegetarians, completely ignoring the lives of the people. ”

Seeing that Chen Chaosheng was so angry, Song Qingwan, who was sitting on Chen Chao's lap, glanced at the content of the letter.

The letter was sent back from the capital by Yan Song, a confidant of the Chen Dynasty, the secretary of the Criminal Department.

It is said that all parties in Beijing are very dissatisfied with the Chen Dynasty's large-scale construction outside the city, and they are ready to unite with the Metropolitan Procuratorate and go to the court to join the Chen Dynasty.

"Xiangye doesn't have to be angry, justice is in the hearts of the people." Song Qingwan stroked Chen Chao's chest.

Chen Chao held Song Qingwan's Rouyi and kneaded it gently, "This matter is not worth the anger of the original phase. ”

Chen Chao's eyes were cold, "Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

With that, Chen Chao buried his head in Song Qingwan's neck and gnawed lightly.

Song Qingwan gently looked up at her familiar face, the itching on her neck made her unable to help but paralyze her whole body, and she held Chen Chao's head and gently catered to it.

Seeing this, Chen Chao stretched his big hand into the gap in Song Qingwan's skirt.

Song Qingwan exclaimed in surprise, but did not stop it.

The physical pleasure, coupled with the fact that Song Qingwan is at the age when a woman is like a wolf and a tiger, can't wait to ...... now

Half an hour later, Song Qingwan got down from Chen Chao tremblingly, the road was unstable, her snow-white neck was full of strawberry marks, and she was ashamed to cover it with her collar.

"Xiangye, the tea is cold, the slave family will go and change a cup for you."

Chen Chao was reluctant to let go of Song Qingwan, "Okay." ”

Song Qingwan's face was flushed, she took a deep breath, took the teacup, lifted the curtain and walked out.

……

As soon as Song Qingwan left, Chen Chao rested for a while, and then redevoted himself to the work of reading excerpts.

At the same time, Chen Chao recalled the content of Yan Song's letter in his mind, thinking about how to teach those disobedient courtiers when he went back.

After a moment of review, Chen Chao stood up and moved his muscles.

Just as he was about to sit down and continue, he heard a woman's crisp voice from outside the tent, "Xiangye, Madame asked the slave maid to come and deliver tea." ”

It was the voice of Song Qingwan's personal maid Yue, Chen Chao didn't think about it, opened his mouth and said, "Come in." ”

Lifting the curtain, Yue'e slowly approached with a cup of tea and came to Chen Chao's side, "Xiangye, please drink tea." ”

"Hmm."

Chen Chao took the tea, blew it, and slowly passed the teacup to his lips.

Before he could reach his mouth, Chen Chao raised his eyes and glanced at Yue'e.

"Where's Madame?"

Yue'e bowed her head and replied, "Madame is unwell, and she said that she would rest for a while." ”

Chen Chao had a thief smile on his face, could it be that the teasing just now made Song Qingwan, who had been dry for many years, a little unbearable?

Sighing lightly, Chen Chao had already fantasized about returning to Beijing, and after bathing one night, he had done Song Qingwan.

Chen Chao blew the hot tea again, and he was in a really good mood.

Chen Chao's lips were already close to the teacup, and Yue'e's eyes didn't blink, secretly expecting something.

"Tsk!"

Suddenly, Chen Chao smacked his lips and looked at the steaming tea in front of him, as if he was talking to himself: "Beautiful woman, I heard that this kind of sweat medicine can put down a cow with a little bit, and I don't know if it's true or not?" ”

Yue'e was stunned and looked at Chen Chao who was close at hand in disbelief.

With a hula, in the tent where there were originally only Chen Chao and Yue'e, four black-clothed people suddenly appeared, wearing night clothes, only their eyes were exposed, and they were holding all kinds of weapons in their hands, staring at Yue'e fiercely.

Chen Chao raised his eyes, his eyes fixed on Yue'e in front of him, staring at her eyes full of suspicion.

Just like that night.

"Is this picture right? Miss Ning? You were the last time you assassinated in the palace, right? ”

As soon as the words fell, Ning Baizhi, disguised as Yue'e, rushed to the door of the tent with her legs.

But before she could rush out, a cold wind came from outside the tent.

Ning Baizhi reacted extremely quickly and dodged.

Without warning, a long sword stabbed in with a "boom", and the blade was only half an inch away from Ning Baizhi's cheek, cutting off a strand of Ning Baizhi's hair.

There was a stab.

The curtain of the tent was shattered by a sword, and it was Han Zhong, the butler of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who appeared.

"Gentleman's Sword!"

Ning Baizhi recognized the long sword in Han Zhong's hand at a glance, and couldn't help but exclaim.

Han Zhong leaned his back slightly and blocked the door, an old face was a little surprised, "The little girl is young and has a lot of knowledge, I didn't expect that there are still people in the rivers and lakes who can recognize the old man?" ”

"Gentleman's sword, don't dare to deny it!"

Ning Baizhi took a few steps back and retreated to the center of the tent.

At this moment, she no longer disguised, and ripped off the human skin mask on her face, revealing her original appearance.

She is not pretty, her face is a little baby fat, her fleshy pink lips, like the little sister of the neighbor next door, her face is slightly tender, she is not more than seventeen years old, and she is a young chick who has just entered the rivers and lakes.

She drew the soft sword at her waist, full of vigilance, like a fried little hedgehog.