Minister Family’s Black Belly Woman

Qi Yuezhang returned to the palace and pulled the silk stubbornly in her hand. If it was normal, she would definitely smash the porcelain in the room to vent her anger, but now it is in the county of Yi County, it is difficult to explain after the fall, and can only be changed. .

The Hu Ren walked in with the jug, watching Qi Yuezhang in the room, and quickly smiled and leaned over: "Why did you come back so fast, didn't you say you entered the palace?"

Qi Yuezhang hid backwards in disgust, and looked at him scornfully: "Keep away from me, don't forget, I'm no longer your wife now."

"Okay, okay, okay, I know. Now you are a nobleman. Where do you still need a rude man like me? I just hope you quickly complete the nobleman's order as soon as possible. Do n’t forget, you will get Gold and silver have one third of mine. "

"Got it, go to the backyard to feed your horse." Qi Yuezhang said angrily.

Hu Ren didn't care about her attitude at all, shook her steps, hummed the unknown tone, and walked out with a jug.

In the end, Qi Yuezhang couldn't help but dropped the tea cup on the table: "No matter what the price is, I will never return to my previous life!"

She raised herself and respected herself since she was a child, and after she fell outside she knew how difficult it was for a woman to ask for life, not to mention the uncivilized barbarians everywhere on the border, just like the barbarians, barbaric and rude, how could she be Will be committed to such a person.

I was thinking, and suddenly I heard a chirping tweet. As soon as her eyes lighted, she stood up and walked to the window pretending to be casual, and took out a note in the gap by the window. Return to the room and quickly take apart the note carefully: "The Emperor of the New Year has a banquet ..."

In Huajun Pavilion, Shen Ninghua sat behind the desk case, and two thick books were placed on the table. Bizhu stood aside with an abacus in her hand: "Miss, this is Huajun Pavilion's book for the whole year. After checking, all the problems are sorted out and recorded in this booklet. "

Shen Ninghua took the booklet and swept it in one line at a glance: "You recorded it very carefully. But the shopkeeper who corrupted the silver counter at the counter was punished?"

"Yes, it has already been punished, and Yinliang has recovered."

"Well, okay, everything else is a record error, and it's just fine. It's a lot more profitable this year than last year. It's hard for you." Bai Yan, Hongling and Qingling spend most of their time in Waiting beside her, only Bizhu was in charge of the account books and many external affairs, and often needed to be handled outside. She was arguably the hardest of these few people.

Bizhu smiled holding the abacus: "Miss, the slaves just like to deal with the book of calculations, don't you feel wronged to the slaves, it's also very interesting to see those traitors who try to hang me out every day."

Shen Ninghua laughed out loud: "Okay, it's almost Chinese New Year. The annual gifts to all shopkeepers are thicker this year, and those who are loyal to us can't be treated badly."

"Miss, slaves also want red envelopes."

"I've prepared it for you, are you still waiting for you to speak?"

Hong Ling snickered: "Sister Bizhu, but I saw the lady preparing. There is a lot of silver. I will spend as much as I want."

Seeing Hongling's pretense of greed, Shen Ninghua didn't bother to care about him: "Let her go alone, Bizhu, I will personally prepare the father's birthday ceremony, you don't need to worry about it."

Baili Jun Yi walked in early, Bizhu and others quickly bowed down. "Ninghua, I just heard the annual gift, but what do you want to give?"

"With some thoughts, we have to make sure. It's too early for you to return today. Didn't you go to the Ministry?"

Baili Junyi sat on the soft couch, holding Shen Ninghua from behind, embroidering the fresh taste of her hair, and her tight emotions relaxed: "I was fired by my father, and today I was transferred to the Ministry of Gifts, which is also a kind of Idle people. "

"Transferred from the ministry to the ceremony?"

"Yes."

Shen Ninghua sighed: "Theoretically, when we came back from Zhoucheng, we found out the big maggot of the Zhou family. How can the father and the emperor promote you from the county king to the prince? After all, we lower your title because we are leaving Kyoto. Now that he has returned to power, the Father Emperor not only did not seal the title, but also relieved you of your position in the ministry. It seems that his old man is completely afraid of us. "

"Yeah, breaking through the palace once completely destroys the father ’s trust, as well as the case of the white prince. I ’m afraid the father also expected that you asked her to loyal to the royal court, although it was accepted in face It ’s gone, but I still do n’t feel well. "

"That's also no way. You can't do nothing waiting for someone to calculate." Shen Ninghua took out a gift slip from the drawer on the side, "This is my annual gift prepared by you, see what else needs to be increased or decreased. . "

Baili Junyi glanced and nodded, "You think better than me."

"Originally, I wanted to send some medicine to my father, Xia Jingxin ... What happened to Baili Anqing made him angry and hurt his body, and now we send it, but the father will not accept it, or let Chen Bobo Find a way to nurse him. "

Bai Lijun Yi's voice sank: "It's hard to be afraid."

"Huh?" Shen Ninghua was puzzled.

Baili Junyi explained: "The father emperor probably investigated the relationship between Chen Bobo and me. Nowadays he rarely calls him to see a doctor. Chen Bobo today offered his resignation and recuperation, and his father has agreed.

Shen Ninghua frowned: "What on earth does the Emperor want?"

"I don't know. The emperor has recently moved officials frequently, and no one can understand his mind." Bai Lijun caressed Shen Ninghua's hair. The satin touch made him reluctant to let go. I can only wait and see what has changed, and it is estimated that this year's annual banquet is also difficult to spend smoothly. "

Shen Ninghua relaxed and leaned back against him: "It's not bad to be lively."

Bai Lijun smiled and smiled: "Well, don't discuss such a heavy topic, it is better to do something meaningful now."

Shen Ninghua wondered: "something meaningful?"

Baili Junyi raised his lips, his handsome face with a touch of seductive breath, bent over and hugged Shen Ninghua horizontally: "I will tell you slowly when I wait."

The next day, when Shen Ninghua was awake, it was already bright, and she heard the moving white cricket walk in with a basin: "Miss, you are awake."

Shen Ninghua sat up holding the quilt and rubbed her sore waist: "Baiyu? Didn't I let you wait for me, why are you here again?"

"It snowed last night, and some of the slaves were uneasy. So I got up a few charcoal basins. I woke up early in the morning and it was okay. Come and wait for the lady.

Shen Ninghua got up and dressed: "You! Don't do this in the future, and don't call yourself a slave again, otherwise, Liu Yun should find me an account."

Bai Yan's face flushed: "Miss jokingly joked at me."

Shen Ninghua rinsed out and took out the two children after simply dressing up.

"My dear, dear."

Xiaobao stumbled towards Shen Ninghua and was so shocked that Shen Ninghua hugged her: "You should cry when you fall."

Xiaobao smiled and reached out and pinched his noodle-like cheek: "Crying ..."

"Oh," Shen Ninghua was teased, "bad guy."

The boss on the other side also came over, "Sister, okay ..."

"Okay, your sister is very good." Looking at the two children's round eyes, Shen Ninghua still thought that they were bad, let Hongling bring their clothes over, and put the two children into snowballs , "Get dressed, my mother will take you to play with snow."

Xiaobao pulled the white ball that had been pulled down from his hat, and laughed grinningly, "Mother, play ..."

"Well, my mother took you to play."

Taking the two children out, Shen Ninghua found a clean place to put them down, and let Hongling help to prevent them from climbing into the snow.

Boss and Xiaobao saw snow for the first time and jumped happily, like two energetic little fishes. Shen Ninghua almost couldn't hold it: "For nothing!"

"Snow, this is called snow."

"Xue ..." The boss and Xiaobao had the same look, and they looked so cute.

Shen Ninghua personally organized two snowballs and handed them to them: "Experience it, is it cool?"

Xiaobao held the snow ball with both hands, and his surprised black eyes widened: "White, snow, cold."

Shen Ninghua couldn't help laughing. Looking at the boss's Hongling exclaimed, "Little master, don't eat it, the snow is not clean."

Boss pulled a small piece of snow into his mouth, and when he heard Hongling's shout, he closed his mouth immediately, even if she didn't spit it out. Hongling was almost crying: "Miss, please talk about the little master and let him speak out."

Shen Ninghua laughed out loud: "It's okay, let him taste the taste, I often secretly taste the taste of snowflakes when I was a kid, nothing is a little bit, even if he opened his mouth at this time, that little snowball was early It's gone. "

Hongling stared nervously at the boss, afraid that he would eat again. Shen Ninghua stood up holding Xiaobao, and a gust of wind blew through. The snowflakes on the top of the gazebo dropped a lot, and the white elves were shining in the sun.

Shen Ninghua could not help but radiate a smile from the bottom of her heart. Everything in the world has its own beauty. Everything in spring, flowers in summer, maple leaves in autumn, and snow and ice in winter are all beautiful things.

Just entering the door, Bai Lijun couldn't help but stop and watched the scene in the gazebo obsessively: Shen Ninghua hugged their daughter and stood under the gazebo. The smile on his lips was brighter than snowflakes, and it seemed beautiful. Not tolerant of the ordinary world, thinking, the emotion in his heart is surging, no matter when he is, he thank God for letting him have Shen Ninghua.

Shen Ninghua turned back with feeling, just looking at hundreds of miles of Junyi's eyes, and her ears couldn't help getting a hint of redness: "Junyi, you're back."

"Daddy." Baili Junyi hurried forward, hugged Xiaobao, held it high and turned around, "good daughter."

Ten days later, the lanterns of various families in Kyoto were illuminated, and they were preparing for the New Year. Shen Ninghua and Baili Junyi also rushed to the palace in a carriage.