Hidden in the court

Ji Mingshang, who was sitting downstairs drinking, didn't think so and muttered, "A man who married into the family instead."

Xihe Huchen expressed his doubts, "How did you know that?"

"That young lady looked at him differently,"

"That's it?"

"Boss Suo's eyes were also different when he looked at him. It was the way he looked at his son-in-law."

"Just blow it."

"If you don't believe me, forget it. Based on my experience of walking through thousands of flowers without getting a single leaf on me and seeing countless people, I know that there must be something wrong between them."

"Drink it quickly. After you finish, I will go to see that gentleman and take him back with me."

At this time, Zhao Yao was carrying a big bag of things and sitting in Ji Mingshang's study tinkering with them. The Lantern Festival was in three days, and he had to get the things made.

……

As the sun set, two noises were heard from outside.

"Old Zhao!"

"Brother!"

Ji Mingshang and Xihe Huchen walked into the palace with their arms around each other's shoulders. The servants immediately went over to help them up.

The two waved their hands, "No need."

Ji Mingshang looked behind Zhao Yao in a daze, but there was no one there.

"Old Zhao, what about... Aunt, where is the girl?"

Just as he was wondering, Xihe Huchen stumbled forward, leaned down slightly, and put his big face in front of him. One hand supported his shoulder, and the other hand gently patted his face.

"Your Highness, you can't do that either! Hiccup~"

"Damn! The second prince is awesome." Ji Mingshang sobered up immediately after drinking the wine.

Zhao Yao was sure that this was not an act. He had probably wanted to say this a long time ago, so he did not get angry. "The total is three thousand two hundred taels. Please settle the bill."

Now it was Xihe Huchen's turn to be stunned. "Where did the three thousand two hundred taels come from? I paid for the wine and drinks."

"After all these years, you don't think I don't even know how thick the banknotes are that pad the corners of the table, do you?"

Xihe Huchen was sober now, and he raised his head and laughed: "Um... little prince, where is the toilet?"

Ji Mingshang chose to remain silent.

"Brother, I can't hold it any longer. I'm leaving now."

Xihe Huchen fled in panic. Zhao Yao looked at Ji Mingshang and said, "Tell me what happened."

"Yeah, well...I changed the furniture for you."

"and then?"

"That girl..." Ji Mingshang said with a joking expression.

"You sent someone to spy on me?"

"What the old emperor meant."

Emperor: (╯－＿－)╯

"The capital of the Northern Territory has been moved to Chang'an. It's not far away, so keep in touch when you go back." Ji Mingshang acted like an old father watching his son go on a long journey.

Zhao Yao hated this kind of situation the most, so he quickly changed the subject: "Well, how are we celebrating the Lantern Festival?"

"What can I do? Go shopping with Loreen. You should worry about yourself, single dog!"

"Yeah." Zhao Yao nodded without comment and threw him a sachet.

"Hey, I also got a share. The little thing is quite delicate. Do you know how to sew?"

Xihe Huchen, who had finished his work, appeared at the right time.

"then."

Xihe Huchen took one look and threatened, "You're only giving me two? I won't give my younger sister's."

"One for you and one for my little sister."

"You don't care about your father?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yao curled his lips and threw out another one.

“Oh, they’re all different.”

"Where is Su Xiao?" Zhao Yao suddenly remembered that there was someone else here.

Ji Mingshang curled his lips. That's the one. "He stays in the room every day. No one is seen except when eating."

As he spoke, Ji Mingshang came to the door and said, "Brother Su, the Lantern Festival gift is here."

After a while, the door opened and Su Mengyang walked out. Ji Mingshang stuffed a dictionary-thick copy of "The Art of War" into his arms.

Zhao Yao also handed over a sachet.

Su Mengyang was stunned for a moment, his lips trembled and tears flowed.

"Wuwu, Brother Ji, I..."

"Fuck you, don't spill it on my book!"

……

Seeing that girl Rushuang is coming back.

Ji Mingshang ordered Ruhua to see the guest off.

Night slowly falls

Prime Minister's Mansion

"I'm so mad—"

"Miss, how about I do it?"

"No, I don't believe it."

Rowling picked up the needle and thread unwillingly and started poking again.

After a moment, he picked up the cloth bag.

"Crash..."

Various spices were scattered all over the floor again.

Rowling picked up another handful of spices.

"Lin'er~"

After a long time, her mother Wang's call brought her back to her senses.

She felt very uncomfortable seeing her sweetheart like this.

"It's getting late, take a rest. There are still two days left, so take your time."

Rowling nodded woodenly.

She wanted to sew a sachet for Ji Mingshang, but now she couldn’t even sew a few pieces of cloth together.

"If only I had learned needlework well before..."

I fell asleep while thinking about it...

Wang returned to the master bedroom, and Luo Wei was still awake. He calmly put down the book in his hand.

"What good is that rascal doing? This is my daughter."

He is also paying attention to his daughter. He knows better than anyone what his daughter has been like since she was a child.

suojia

Suo Wei was lying on the table, bored, staring at the flame of the oil lamp moving up and down.

"What should I give this year?"

A whiff of tobacco oil hit me in the face, and my nose twitched. "How about a sachet?"

I have made up my mind. Although I can sew, what should I use?

Ordinary materials are already available in our own workshop, so wouldn’t it seem too insincere?

As she thought about it, she looked at the cloud gauze and gold-thread embroidered dress she was wearing...

What he didn't know was that Xie An, who lived next to her, was also thinking about this question.

In fact, no matter what he gave her, it made no difference to Suo Wei. As long as he gave it to her, Suo Wei would be happy with it.

"How about asking Brother Yao tomorrow?"

He felt that with his knowledge, he couldn't think of any good gift for the time being.

……

"Lao Zhao, let's go, I'll take you fishing, and call your brothers along as well."

"Where are you going to go fishing so late at night?" Zhao Yao was confused.

"You'll know once you catch me."

……

Inside the palace, the light in Su Mengyang's room was still on.

His eyelids were drooping, and he was still holding the inkstone to grind ink. He habitually picked up the graphite from the side and started grinding it on the inkstone. The next second, his eyelids drooped, and he lay on the table and snored.