Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

"oops--"

"Young master, you hit me again!"

The little girl looked up aggrieved while clutching her book.

Jiang Qingyu grunted, subconsciously glanced at the book, but saw words such as "cruel and merciless prince", "a cool and cold beauty with amnesia".

"You enjoyed watching this?"

He was very puzzled.

This male lead set...

You don't even get along with yourself?

The little girl closed the book with a blushing face, pushed Jiang Qingyu's legs and said:

"My lord, the rice is already cooked, you should hurry up and eat, then wash up and go to bed!"

"By the way, I forgot to tell you, Sister Lichun left 450 taels of silver under my pillow, you have to take it away!"

"Don't let Xiaoman control the money, I am a person who can't save money. This afternoon, I have already used three copper coins to buy candied haws!"

Jiang Qingyu rubbed the little girl's head, and said generously:

"The money is all yours."

"You can spend whatever you want, as long as you don't starve me to death."

The little girl blinked her big eyes and said happily:

"Really?"

"My lord, I just heard that Jingshui Pavilion has released a batch of new books, about the elopement of the young master and the maid, and they are very popular!"

She got up and ran out of the yard:

"I'm going to buy it now, I won't be able to buy it if it's too late!"

"My lord, remember not to wash the dishes after eating, I will do it when I come back and finish reading!"

"..."

Jiang Qingyu stood where she was, with a helpless expression on her face.

Little girl, according to your crazy state...

If one day you read the romance epiphany and realize your innate talent, I will not be surprised.

……

This evening.

The master and servant of Ziyan Courtyard all left the courtyard.

Jiang Qingyu's yin body came to the sixth floor where the general was drunk, and saw the maid "Jing Zhe" who was making the second pot of tea.

That is, the behind-the-scenes proprietress of the brothel, Mengren.

Today's dreamer is wearing a light gauze skirt, her skin is faintly visible, her hair hangs down on her shoulders, it is wet, as if she just got out of the bath.

Even though he didn't wear any makeup, he still has a charming appearance, and his body exudes a fragrance that is more intoxicating than fine wine.

Inside the house, a master and a servant sit on the ground.

"The young master didn't wait outside the window for a stick of incense, did he?"

The dreamer speaks frivolously:

"He's a real gentleman!"

She bit the word "true" hard, as if she was mocking something.

However, Jiang Qingyu did not change her face, and there was no flaw on her face:

"Nothing!"

"When I came, you were already making the second pot of tea... No, it was the first pot of tea!"

Mengren covered his mouth and smiled, instead of worrying about when the young master would arrive, he got to the point:

"Is the young master coming this time for serious business?"

Jiang Qingyu lowered her head to hide her embarrassment, and said solemnly:

"Which time does my son not come here for serious business?"

"As for this time, it is for the Winter Hunting Competition. I need the help of the Underworld."

The dreamer brewed a cup of tea and passed it forward:

"Young master is Yan Luo, the lord of the underworld, but if you need it, you can order it. The slaves and the rest will do their best and will die!"

Jiang Qingyu took the teacup and shook her head gently:

"It's not that serious. The underworld is in a period of dormant development. At this time, it is not suitable to be famous in the world, so as not to attract others' attention."

"As for what I want you to do..."

"It's hard to say, but it's not easy to say simple."

He paused, took a sip of tea, and then continued:

"A few days ago, I made a deal with a Di man, asking him to go to the grassland to pull out an army of [-] cavalry, which can be used by me in the future."

"Originally, I was just thinking about planting a hidden seed, maybe there will be some miraculous results in a few years, but I didn't want my father to hold a winter hunting competition in more than a month, and use the military exploits gained in the conquest of Beidi to determine the heir to the throne. "

Mengren was intelligent in spirit, so he guessed Jiang Qingyu's intention in no time:

"So the young master wants to activate this dark child in advance?"

Jiang Qingyu nodded and admitted:

"good."

"But now this Yinzi only has the martial arts cultivation of the seventh rank of Houtian, and is regarded by others in the tribe as a fool with a problematic mind, so it is just a dead son."

The dreamer looked playful:

"This idiot is the sixth prince Gurgen of the Di Gur tribe, right?"

"I heard that he insulted the young master in the palace, and even smashed up your bedroom. With the temperament of the young master, you actually let him walk out of the royal city alive?"

"..."

Jiang Qingyu snorted lightly:

"You must have misunderstood my character!"

The dreamer covered his mouth and smiled, and after a little thought, he noticed:

"It's impossible to assemble a 2-strong iron cavalry within a month, given the current strength of the underworld."

"But it's not impossible to support a fool to become the king of a medium-sized tribe, and then help him join a large tribe and master a military force of thousands of elites."

As soon as this remark came out, Jiang Qingyu clapped her hands and praised:

"Then I will thank Mengren girl for being a matchmaker on behalf of that reckless man Guergen!"

With a team of thousands of elite soldiers as internal support, his chances of winning the winter hunting competition will be even greater.

As for Gurgan...

I helped him find a wife who warmed the bed and gave birth to a baby. Doesn't this add another [-] horses to the original promise?

However, the dreamer who came up with an idea was not happy, but had a sad face on his face:

"It's nothing more than supporting a puppet. I have done a lot of similar things in the past few years, and I am quite familiar with it."

"only……"

"My lord, I have to remind you that your current state is not suitable for you to go north and participate in the Winter Hunting Competition."

"After all, you are physically weak, and the risks of going out far outweigh the benefits. If you are a little careless, you may..."

Mengren didn't finish the rest of the sentence.

But the meaning is self-evident.

Just listen to her continue to advise:

"The slaves don't understand, the young master has never been greedy for power, why did he have to participate in the competition this time?"

"We have been dormant for 12 years, we only need to stay for a few more years, until the power of the underworld grows stronger, and the son's yin body is comparable to the star picking realm!"

"At that time, the Jifu will become a top power at the same level as Huamanlou and Meteor Pavilion. The son is above the imperial power. Wouldn't it be more carefree than being a prince to guard the country for the Jing family?"

"..."

Jiang Qingyu remained silent.

As a qualified maid, Mengren only considers her own interests and the interests of the underworld when making decisions, but she forgets that besides the lord of the underworld, she is also the fourth son of the North Palace.

He sighed and said helplessly:

"What you said makes sense."

"But……"

"After all, I am Jiang Qiushui's son, so I can't just sit and watch the throne fall into the hands of the Jiang family."

He glanced at Mengren again, seeing murderous intent flashing across his eyes, he couldn't help shaking his head:

"You don't need to persuade me anymore, Jiang Qingjian is my second elder brother after all, if I kill him, my father will definitely go crazy."

"Besides..."

"This time, I will make full preparations, and I won't die."

Chapter 73 Grandma, I want to be the princess of Beidi

After chatting with Mengren for a stick of incense, Jiang Qingyu turned back to the palace and went to the Qianjian Lake to absorb the sword energy and practice the "Yu Clan's Sword Classic".

at the same time.

The girl Xiaoman appeared in a clothing store called "Zouji Tailor Shop" in the south of Wangcheng.

The proprietress of "Zou Ji Tailor Shop" is an old woman who is nearly [-] years old, surnamed Zou. It is said that she lived in the palace when she was young and made dragon robes for two generations of Chu emperors.

Later, he left the palace for some reason, and after going around many times, he came to Wangcheng and opened a clothing store.

"Zouji Tailor Shop" has a wide range of businesses. In addition to customizing clothes for the rich and powerful wives living in the royal city, they also make shrouds for the elderly who have someone in the army at a low price or even free of charge.

But most of the rich and powerful wives disliked that it was unlucky to have custom-made clothes and shrouds in a store. Even if they paid a deposit, they would not send someone to pick up the clothes, so the store was filled with all kinds of luxurious clothes.

Someone persuaded Granny Zou to stop doing the money-losing shroud business and concentrate on customizing clothes for the rich and powerful wives, so that within a year, she would earn enough money to build a golden coffin for herself.

At that time, a gold coffin board can be exchanged for tens of thousands of shrouds, isn't it more cost-effective than her own sewing one by one?

But Granny Zou didn't listen.

She said that she didn't want a golden coffin, because she was afraid of being robbed of the tomb, and would not have peace after death. As for the shroud business, she would not give up until she died!

Not only that, but if an old man in Wangcheng passed away suddenly, and there were no relatives to take care of her at home, she would even hold a funeral for him at her own expense.

So some people guessed that when Grandma Zou was living in the palace, her parents passed away unfortunately, and there was no one to take care of her. She didn't even have a proper shroud when she was buried.

But there are also rumors made by jealous people, saying that Granny Zou committed too many sins in her previous life, and she was afraid of going to hell and being tortured after death, so she thought of doing good deeds when she was about to close her eyes.

……

Zouji Tailor Shop.

It was now midnight.

But what is strange is that the tailor shop is not closed, the door is still ajar, and a candle is lit inside the house.

Xiaoman pushed open the door and walked in.

Facing the door are rows of exquisite and luxurious clothing, each of which is worth at least a dozen taels of gold.

On the left side, there are rows of shrouds of different colors and sizes.

Each shroud contained a slip of paper with the buyer's name, age, identity, where he lived, and the number of people in the family...