Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

The next time Yan Shengrui goes to the battlefield, some of them will go together. If one more person can be saved, the chance of victory will be one more point. There is only so much he can do for Shengrui.

"Jing Xuan, are you?"

Stopping his steps, Sikong Jue looked at his back without saying a word. If you are preparing for war, you can't say it because of his status as the third prince of the Western Kingdom. If possible, he naturally hopes that the Qing Kingdom and the Western Kingdom will There will be no more wars, at least not in his lifetime, no large-scale wars will break out, but he also knows that it is impossible. Sometimes wars are not necessarily what both sides of the war want to see. Shit stick Beiman, in this state, if anyone moves, the other two countries will also follow suit. There will also be sneak attacks from Beiman and resistance from nearby small countries, etc. It’s not that they don’t want to fight. He can’t fight. From the fact that Jingxuan opened a hospital regardless of the cost and secretly trained so many medical children, it is very likely that he is already preparing for the war that is about to break out. As the third prince of the Western Kingdom, he is really Not suitable for asking too much.

"Huh? Don't think too much, some things are very far away and beyond our control, we just need to try to do what we can."

Looking back at him, with Ling Jingxuan's spirit, how could he not see the tangle in his eyes? Although it is not possible to make a guess, at least I can understand it. They are human, not gods. Many things are actually uncontrollable. , as far as possible to consider comprehensive, do the best.

"Well, I understand what you mean, it's just?? Jing Xuan, what should I do if there is a war between the Western Kingdom and the Qing Kingdom one day?"

Before, he had never thought about this issue, and his mind was full of unrealistic love, but recently his ideas have matured a lot, and he is more and more reluctant to see the conflict between Qingguo and Xiguo.

"Hehe... Why didn't you think about this when you got married? Don't think about these things, at least it hasn't happened yet, right?"

Angrily, he reached out and tapped his forehead. Ling Jingxuan shook his head and walked out. The workers were working hard to remodel, and they would only disturb them if they stayed here.

"I was fifteen at the time, so I was young."

Sweeping away his previous worries, Sikong Jue stuck out his tongue and chased after him. Ling Jingxuan looked back and said, "Are you old now?" Fifteen years old, plus his preparations for marriage, it's only four years, and he hasn't to twenty.

"I'll be twenty early next year."

A man is fifteen years old, and twenty is already considered a lot. It is no wonder that he speaks so confidently. However, in Ling Jingxuan's subconscious, he still follows certain rules of his previous life. Twenty is just a child in his opinion. .

Prince Sheng's Mansion.

"Princess, you are back? All the cloths you told the servants to go to the warehouse have been taken out. What do you think is suitable?" The two returned to the palace on foot. When they returned, Ling Yun and Song Shuiling were rummaging through piles in the hall. When they saw them coming in, the two immediately greeted them.

"Tsk tsk?? The cloth in the palace's inventory can be opened. Tomorrow, I will design some clothes for you, and let the sewing room make a few sets of new clothes for you."

Seeing the cloth piled up on the table, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but be amazed. Each courtyard of the palace has a small warehouse, and there are large warehouses in the front and rear courtyards. Until now, he has not checked the things in the warehouse. Look at these cloths. You know, it is estimated that a lot of good things can be found.

"Thank you, princess."

They were already used to his kindness to them, Ling Yun and Song Shuiling had no intention of rejecting them. With the two of them taking the lead, the others naturally bowed down and saluted. Ling Jingxuan smiled and glanced at Song Shuiling and Ling Yun: "Hehe...you'll get married later. At that time, I will prepare a generous dowry for you, and it will not be too late to thank me at that time."

"I hate it, the princess is making fun of us again, Shui Linger will stay and serve the princess forever."

The two of them blushed. The relatively lively Song Shuiling stomped their feet in various ways, and Ling Jingxuan's smile grew brighter: "Why did you say something? The eldest girl can't stay, stay here and keep it as a grudge, when you're fine. Let's show more dowry, if you have someone you like in the future, remember to tell me as soon as possible, if the other person is of good character, I will let you marry in a beautiful way."

As long as his servants are loyal to him, he is willing to let him buy dowries for them according to the specifications of ordinary people's eldest daughters. Of course, it is the same for servants to marry daughters-in-law. He will never let them be looked down upon. .

"princess.

The two of them wailed in unison, and their faces were so red that they almost dripped blood. No matter how calm they were on weekdays, they were just fourteen or fifteen year old girls in the end.

"Count me in. When you get married, I will definitely add makeup to you."

Sikong Jue next to him seemed to be afraid that they were not shy enough, so he took up the topic, without waiting for them to protest, Ling Jingxuan winked and said, "Thank you Princess Huajun quickly, he is too embarrassed to take out ordinary things, you earn money. arrive."

In this era, the richer a woman's dowry is, the more face she has in her husband's family. As their master, Ling Jingxuan naturally hopes that the more dowry they have, the better. Anyway, Sikong Jue is a local tyrant.

"Slave, thank you Princess Huajun."

Even though they were about to die, they both curtseyed and saluted. Sikong Jue is different from Ling Jingxuan. In front of Ling Jingxuan, they can occasionally be arrogant, but in front of people other than him, their words and deeds represent It's all Prince Sheng's mansion, Prince Sheng's concubine, no matter how familiar they are with each other, they can't lose their sense of proportion.

Chapter 350 Clothes

"Speaking of which, did you come out with so many pieces of cloth?"

Flipping through the cloth on the table, Sikong Jue asked suspiciously, these are all high-quality satin, woven in various colors, even if you are making clothes, you won't need so much, right?

"make clothes."

In the next second, Ling Jingxuan gave him the answer with a smile. He kept rummaging through the mountains of cloth with both hands, and finally picked up a piece of crimson cloth and looked at it again and again. Yes, the two pieces of fabric don't seem to be very colorful, there are only two words, festive!

"Don't you want to make a suit for Princess Shang Ming as a gift?"

When making clothes, he chose a festive red suitable for older people to wear. It was difficult for him not to think of this. However, on the 60th birthday of Princess Shang Ming, the dignified Prince Cheng’s mansion only gave one set of clothes. Will it be too shabby? Usually in that kind of situation, the things that everyone gives are priceless, and it is really a bit of a shit to only give clothes.

"Hehe... clothes can also be given new patterns."

Seeing his thoughts at a glance, Ling Jingxuan didn't mean to explain it slowly to him. He turned around and said to a maid, "Go and bring me some rice paper."

"Yes"

After the maid left, Ling Jingxuan dug out another piece of pure white fabric with dark flowers inside: "Shui Ling'er, do you remember how the children's backpacks were made?"

When the children went to study at Chu Yunhan's bookstore last year, Shui Linger made them for them. The two buns are exactly the same cartoon pig bun, and the iron baby is a little duck. This white one can be made into a little white rabbit. Give it to Shang Qing, it is more convenient to carry a backpack when going out. As for their little dumplings, I will talk about it later. If I make it for him now, he will definitely use the school bag as a pillow.

"Well, the princes' backpacks are all hanging in their rooms. Does the princess plan to make another one for them?"

Those backpacks can be said to be the cutest among the things he made, none of them. The naive little pig and the cheap duck all look very interesting, and the princes are also very cute to carry, but since they were at home After studying, there is no chance to carry it, and when I go to school, it is a uniform messenger bag. The sons cherish things, and now those backpacks are still brand new.

"Haha... Just make one for Shang Qing. This time I'm going to be a little rabbit. I'll draw a sketch for you later, you can just follow it."

As a child, it's better to be cute. I don't know why, but Shang Qing gave him the feeling of a cute little white rabbit.

"it is good."

Song Shuiling smiled sweetly. At the same time, the maid came out with the rice paper. Ling Jingxuan took out the homemade charcoal pen he was carrying with him from the sleeve, and began to draw on the rice paper. The first is the pattern of the backpack. It's long, but its four legs are relatively short, and it looks cute and cute. Sikong Jue's eyes lit up, and he grabbed it without waiting for him to give it to Shui Ling'er: "What a cute little rabbit, Jing Xuan, what's the way of drawing this? "

He was used to landscape ink painting, and rashly saw this slightly exaggerated cartoon style. Sikong Jue's tone and demeanor can only be described as surprise.