My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 280 Mrs. Zhu, you have figured it out, the prince will send you potatoes

The next morning, the dripping water outside turned to ice.

The red sun hung high for two consecutive days, the temperature rose, and the snow all over the sky began to melt. When the ice and snow melted, there was another night of north wind, and the temperature suddenly dropped!

Fortunately, various courtyards in the palace used a lot of coal to burn the earth dragons, and specially arranged for watching the fire, almost non-stop around the clock, so the indoor temperature was kept at around [-] degrees.

Wang Lin also ordered people to prepare "humidifiers" in the women's rooms. In fact, copper basins were placed in the four corners of the rooms, and the water in the basins was constantly flowing.

The same gadgets were concocted by Wang Lin, and the first ones were used in the women's rooms, which made them live comfortably, and they were naturally moved by Ailang's meticulous care.

In the morning, when Wang Lin sent a plate of deep-fried French fries to each of the women's rooms, the novel taste almost made people fly.

Wang Lin nestled in the study and kept writing and drawing.

Yan Xijiao knelt down on the red carpet under the desk, lightly beat Wang Lin's calf with her powder fist.

He is thinking about how to increase his reputation.

Because of the appearance of potatoes and the opening of the prestige store (food), the prestige value that was very weak in his eyes became particularly important.

As the name suggests, fame, fame, fame.

As fame spreads, he can gain reputation points.

One hundred prestige points can be exchanged for ten thousand prestige merits, and ten thousand prestige merits can be exchanged for one hundred catties of potatoes.

To make the Prestige Store work, he needs a lot of Prestige Merits.

Thinking of this, Wang Lin chuckled and said, "Xijiao, study ink, lay paper!"

Yan Xijiao immediately got up and stood in front of Wang Lin and began to study the ink, her movements were gentle and cautious.Wang Lin's eyes became hot when he saw the slightly undulating mountains and peaks following his movements.

The crispy breasts are really like cutting fat.

Shi Gong's description really hit the nail on the head.

The only person who can compare with Yan Xijiao is Lin.

Seeing that Wang Lin was slightly in a daze, Yan Xijiao was secretly happy and shy.

She is willing to stay in the study and serve the prince personally.

The probability of being so favored is actually quite high.

However, Yan Xijiao didn't stop, she didn't want to become a vixen in the prince's heart, she only knew how to charm people, but didn't know the current affairs.

But even so, when she finished the ink and went to spread the paper, Wang Lin caressed her buttocks, and she couldn't help but melt, squinting and winking like silk: "My lord... …slave……"

In fact, she didn't need to say the word "want" at all, the implication floating between her eyebrows and eyes was enough for Wang Lin to recite.

Wang Lin hugged Yan Xijiao, but immediately remembered that there was still a mournful Zhu Lian lying in the room, and his heart gradually calmed down.

He leaned into Yan Xijiao's ear and whispered, "The future will be long."

Yan Xijiao blushed and nodded.

Standing in front of the desk, Wang Lin picked up his pen and thought for a while.

He thought of Zhu Lian's situation, and felt emotional, so he concentrated on writing down on the paper: Mulan Ci·Imitation of Ancient Juejue Ci, Cambodian friends, if life is just like the first time you see it.

Nalan's ci, imitating the ancient resoluteness, situational and contextual psychology, is very suitable for the present Zhu Lian. If she still can't let go of this ci, and can't realize the severance and separation with Zhao Huan, Wang Lin will definitely not say it again. do what.

Yan Xijiao tilted her head and watched for a long time, her eyebrows frowned slightly. Although she could read, she was not very proficient in poetry.

Compared with such an implicit "life is only as it is at first sight", she actually prefers a real "the future will last forever".

Wang Lin did it in one go.

When it was over, he gave Yan Xijiao a wink, got up, left the study and went out of the mansion to the small courtyard next door where Lin and Zhang Lan lived alone.

In the previous incident, Lin's family was also affected by the turmoil in Cui's family.

If Wang Lin turned a deaf ear to the Lin family after that, one can imagine Lin's fate in Qingzhou.

This is a quiet small courtyard, located in the alley behind the high courtyard wall of the Prince's Mansion in Bohai County.

Originally there were seven or eight households living in the alley, but for the safety of the palace, Hou Huarong built a new house in the northwest of the city to replace the common people. Therefore, Lin and Zhang Lan actually lived in the alley.

Originally there was Li Qingzhao.

Later, it was inconvenient for Han Yan to have regular literary meetings with Li Qingzhao, so she invited Li Qingzhao to live in the palace.

Wang Lin walked into the small courtyard slowly, and the tiger guards with him naturally guarded the surroundings outside the courtyard.

In the courtyard, there is a grape trellis with remnants of snow, a well, and a stone platform, but there is nothing else.

One main room, side rooms on one side, and firewood kitchen on the other side, just like ordinary people's homes.

The two rough envoys were chopping firewood in the courtyard, when they suddenly saw Wang Lin wearing a python robe, they immediately fell to the ground in awe: "My lord!"

One of the two women rushed out of the main room, and the other stood at the door of the side room almost at the same time.

Zhang Lan, with delicate features, is wearing a sky-blue skirt, with her hair in a bun and a wooden hairpin on her hair. She may not be as good as women like Han Yan in terms of beauty, but the tranquil and gentle temperament in her is more than that of ordinary women. unprecedented.

She stood there with a slight smile, and the surprise in her eyes immediately disappeared: "Cousin!"

Wang Lin stepped forward quickly, cupped his hands in salute: "I've met Sister Lan!"

Lin Shi and Lin Huiyin did not hide the joy on their charming faces, and ran over with a gust of fragrance.

Wang Lin turned around with a smile and opened his arms to her.

Lin Huiyin was startled, and immediately blushed, unable to restrain her shame, but in the end she couldn't help but throw herself into Wang Lin's arms.

The serene smile on Zhang Lan's face froze, she sighed inwardly, and quietly retreated into the room.

After a long time, seeing the two still hugging each other quietly in the courtyard, the two rough maids also hid in the wing room and disappeared. Zhang Lan looked under the window for a long time, feeling even more lonely in her heart.

In fact, both Wang Lin and Lin Huiyin were a little embarrassed.

The two reunited after a long absence, especially Lin Huiyin, the heat in her heart naturally needs to be resolved immediately, but Zhang Lan is there.

If you go directly to Lin Huiyin's room, it seems a little...inappropriate.

Wang Lin said in a low voice, "I'm relieved that you live with Sister Lan and take care of each other, but... it seems a bit inconvenient."

Lin Huiyin's face turned red: "My lord, Sister Lan has treated me very well. Our sisters have been dependent on each other these days, and she feels extremely bitter. I'm afraid I can't abandon her."

Lin Huiyin said again in a low voice: "Master Uncle intends to let Sister Lan remarry, but she is resolutely unwilling, even facing death."

"Hey, Sister Lan is only in her early twenties. She is a widow at such an age and has no heirs. She is too pedantic. I am afraid of worldly etiquette. With me around, who would dare to gossip?" Wang Lin said.

Lin Huiyin said softly suddenly: "My lord, actually I think Sister Lan also... It's just that she may have someone in her heart. If she didn't remarry her lover, she would definitely rather live alone than..."

Wang Lin didn't think much about it, "After a while, I'll persuade Sister Lan slowly, and you usually persuade her more."

Lin Huiyin hummed, but a gleam of light floated in her eyes.

Wang Lin stood in the courtyard and had a conversation with Lin Huiyin. He could actually feel that Zhang Lan was looking at the two of them under the window. He always felt a little awkward, so he leaned into Lin Huiyin's ear and said, "I'll come back at night, give me Leave a crack in the door."

Lin Huiyin was ashamed.

Wang Lin chuckled and turned around to leave.

……

Yan Xijiao couldn't understand why Zhu Lian reacted so much to a random poem written by the prince. She stood in front of Wang Lin's desk, staring at the thin golden body on the desk, feeling sad for a long time, and weeping uncontrollably.

"If life is just like the first time you see it, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan? Waiting for leisure to change but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan language is half past midnight, tears and rain, and bells will never complain. How lucky is Jin Yilang, Biyi Lian Zhi wished that day."

How could Zhu Lian not know Wang Lin's deep meaning and good intentions?

She murmured silently in her heart, and the tears could hardly stop.

She thought of the glory of marrying into the palace for the first time, and the sweetness and warmth with Zhao Huan. However, not long ago, the people who had promised to stay together for a lifetime became separated...

In fact, the root of everything does not lie in her, but in her encounter with Bao Xinglang, who was born in the royal family and regarded the imperial power and throne as his heaven.

Looking back, the so-called vow of life and death is so ridiculous and sad.

Thinking of that night when she failed to hang herself and was expelled from the palace, Zhu Lian felt cold in her heart.

Gradually, the spring breeze rose in her heart, and the lake in her heart rippled.

Wang Lin's gentle face with sword eyebrows and starry eyes appeared in front of her eyes. The man who proved that he tried to melt the ice and snow in her heart bit by bit, unexpectedly expressed his love to her despite the shocking world, and wrote this Mulan poem to persuade her to be completely with the past. resolute.

She had never met such a man in her life.

She could feel Wang Lin's respect and care.

In fact, if he wanted to, he didn't need to do so much at all, neither she nor the Zhu family could resist.

In fact, when Wang Lin dealt with Cui Shi and Gu Shi in anger, her heart had already melted.

Yan Xijiao came over and said softly: "Sister Zhu, the prince said, if you have figured it out and want to eat potatoes, he will go bake them and send them over."

"When you are well, I will treat you to eat potatoes." Wang Lin's words not long ago rang in her ears.

A blush appeared on Zhu Lian's pale face, she nodded slightly, and walked into the inner room.

Yan Xijiao let out a low laugh, but touched the half baked potato that she wrapped in the handkerchief and was reluctant to eat it all at once, and walked out with a smile.

It tastes really good.

Night falls.

The whole Qingzhou city has entered the busiest time.

The wine shops, inns and even brothels in the city all lit up their lamps and began to enter one after another.

With the development of commerce and trade, more and more merchants from all over the world come to Qingzhou to do business or operate sea trade through Qingzhou turnover, mainly Huizhou merchants and Shanxi merchants.

Commercial and prosperous.

Then the floating population exploded.

Qingzhou Mansion actually started the expansion of Qingzhou City after Lixia.

Most of Murong Yanda's huge silver reserves in the treasury back then were used for the Subduing Tiger Army, and the rest was used to expand Qingzhou City with work relief.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of Qingzhou City, the entire Bohai County Prince's Mansion is quiet and silent.

Because Han Yan and Zhang Zhenniang were pregnant and waiting to give birth, they liked to be quiet, so when night fell, no one in the house dared to speak loudly.

(End of this chapter)