Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

It is early winter, and there is no need to sweep the fallen leaves in the yard every day, only the four seasons in the flower garden are still fresh green.

A letter came from the family, saying that although no one picked the noodles, due to seasonal problems, there were not many left on the branches, and only less than one hundred catties were picked. Let Wei Ziqing send someone to pay attention to the capital pier.

As for the tools for making wine, there is no need for Liu Linqi to help find it. It just so happens that there is a wine shop in the shop rewarded by the emperor.

Speaking of the shop bestowed by the emperor, when he actually went to see it, he couldn't help feeling that his vision was narrow.

After all, it is the emperor, and the attack is different from others. At this time, Wei Ziqing didn't know that the emperor sent it out because of his stinginess, and he was angry for a while.

Let’s go back to Weiziqing to look at this matter. All these shops are located in the most prosperous areas, and all of them are old shops with excellent reputation. They are the kind of shops that others recommend to you when you mention what you want to do. , These stores are definitely on the list.

Let’s just say that this wine store is not big, and there are not many people coming and going, but look at the back door, all the people who come to buy wine are pulled by horse-drawn carts. It turns out that most of the business of this wine store is for other merchants !It's a big workshop.

After checking the account book, Wei Ziqing was dazzled by the number of monthly income.

This is not much less than the share of his hawthorn business...

This is still a shop, and the rest of Wei Ziqing didn't turn around once in a day, and he was still dizzy when he returned home, his feet were floating.

That night Wei Ziqing tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, Song Boming was woken up, thinking that Wei Ziqing was dissatisfied with his desires and wanted to show off his glory, then he heard Brother Qing's explanation and couldn't help laughing.

"Why, you're still afraid that the emperor will send you into poverty."

"Do you know how much silver it is? I've never seen that much money in my life."

Wei Ziqing lost his focus and muttered.

Unexpectedly, when Song Boming heard "a few lifetimes", his eyes turned cold, and he took him into his arms without any trace, and tightened his hands, exerting a little strength.

Knowing that Brother Qing screamed out in pain from being pinched by him, he kissed Brother Qing's forehead comfortingly.

"Where is this? When Uncle Jiang Guo was ransacked, the gold and emeralds that were transported out were all stored in water tanks as high as ten-year-old boys, and there were a dozen of such water tanks in the basement. The door of the basement, when the light hit it, it almost blinded everyone's eyes."

"Uncle Jiang Guo?"

"It's Concubine Ru's elder brother, oh, Concubine Ru is the biological mother of the former crown prince."

Wei Ziqing's attention was diverted: "Now... can you tell me about these things?"

Song Boming casually adjusted a comfortable posture, closed his eyes lazily, and said slowly: "When the former empress was still there, the current emperor, as the eldest son, naturally named the prince. Except for those old guys who are really clean, no one is on the queen's side, but Ru Guifei, who has a brother prime minister who dominates the court, who is at the height of the sky..."

The former queen died of illness, and the crown prince was deposed. The eldest son of a noble concubine became the crown prince. The young King Rui managed to survive the palace battle only by relying on the protection of his mother clan who dared not show his face, and the former crown prince, Mr. Fu Wei. He lost his life and left the palace to build a mansion at the age of 13.

Although Old Mr. Wei has no real job, his disciples are all over the world, and there are always a few proud students who are in high positions. They, overtly or secretly, helped establish the dark hall headed by Song Boming under the promotion of Mr. Wei. This is the first step of King Rui's rebellion, and it is also the most important and crucial step.

This forbearance lasted for a full ten years...

Song Boming's voice was calm and magnetic, and he was in it, speaking in an orderly manner. Wei Ziqing seemed to be listening to a very realistic script, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep enjoying himself.

Feeling that the body of the person in Dao's arms gradually relaxed and his breathing became steady, Song Boming carefully withdrew the arm that was under him, held his soft fingers, and fell asleep together.

On the second day, Wei Ziqing got up late again, and for several days, he couldn't control his sleep, as if he was a sleeping bug, but Zheng Er got an order from Song Boming not to wake him up.

This made Wei Ziqing complain endlessly. After all, he is not the biggest master of the mansion. Song Bo Mingri hardly shows up in the mansion, and everyone is afraid of it. On the contrary, it is him who speaks more and more weakly.

"Ma'am, the general said that if you don't drink the medicine, he will make you drink Sanhuang soup when he comes back at night."

What's in Sanhuang Soup?There is coptis!

"Drinking medicine every day will make you feel ill if you don't get sick."

Since that day when the young doctor said that he was pregnant, even though he knew it was impossible, he was still subconsciously gripped.

Looking at Doctor Wang's prescription again, there was a hint of evasion.

Song Boming...doesn't know that Dr. Wang's medicine cannot make people pregnant.

If Song Boming knew, would he not let him drink?

After all, Song Boming really wanted to have a child... At that time, because he drank safflower, he did not hesitate to rush here, only stayed for a quarter of an hour, and left in a hurry.

He also can't figure out what he is thinking now, he loves Song Poming, and Song Poming also loves him, there is no doubt about it, the child...maybe it is not impossible.

Anyway, he is now a gentleman, and he will give birth to one child, and others will not laugh at him.

"Madam! If you don't drink, Zheng Er will also be scolded. You know, who in the house is not afraid of the general?"

Wei Ziqing became more determined, and said two words: "Don't drink."

Zheng Er blushed anxiously, she had never seen such a shameless mistress.

Steward Feng's voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Madam, the general has sent a message."

Wei Ziqing was having a headache from being entangled by Zheng Er, and he happened to send someone out.

"Let Steward Feng come in, go and see how Xiaotao's embroidery is doing."

Seeing that the medicine was cold, Zheng Er knew that he would not be able to drink it now, so he saluted angrily, took the medicine and went to heat it up.

"Why did you send a message when you just went, what did you say?"

"The general got the imperial order, saying that there are bandits infested in the commercial roads around the capital, and asked the general to go to suppress the bandits. This trip will take about ten days and a half months. He said that his wife will help you pack the luggage. Walk."

Wei Ziqing was a little anxious: "Isn't there a law and order army to suppress bandits? Why are you using him?"

"The old slave doesn't know."

Wei Ziqing also felt that he was a little nervous, so he raised his hand to let Butler Feng go down first.

Afraid of delaying Song Boming's business, Wei Ziqing didn't call Zheng Er, and picked out a few comfortable inner clothes and wear-resistant outerwear by himself, as well as a cloak, wound medicine, clean cotton cloth, and everything else.

I didn't dare to bring too much, fearing that it would be inconvenient to carry, so picking and picking was finally a burden.

Song Boming also came back here, took off his court clothes and went to get his armor.

It was the first time Wei Ziqing saw him wearing this armor, the metal plates collided and made a sound, seeing that he was wearing it in a hurry, Wei Ziqing wanted to reach out to help him.

As a result, even though he had already put on the two-piece armor, Wei Ziqing felt the weight when he tidied him up.

Not to mention that when he went to get the hat, his hands were pressed with red marks.

"It's so heavy, how can I walk?"

Song Boming grinned: "You are too weak."

Song Boming himself was tall, and he became stronger twice after wearing the armor, like the goalkeeper on the New Year painting, looking fierce.

This smile has a lot of warmth.

"How come the bandits want to use you?"

Song Boming said casually: "It is said that I was asked to help train the soldiers defending the city, but in fact it is because the bandits are not ordinary people at all, they are probably the remnants of the former prince, and no one else can handle them."

Wei Ziqing was startled: "Isn't that very dangerous?"

Song Boming had finished dressing, and reached out to stroke his hair: "That's what I did."

Seeing Wei Ziqing's reluctance in his eyes, he still couldn't bear to go back and comfort him a few words: "I will be careful, the remnants of my sins will not make a difference, the emperor sent me only in special circumstances, he just rest assured of me."

"It's not certain, how many shops can I get after this meritorious service?"

Wei Ziqing's eyes were slightly red: "Who wants the shop you earn like this."

Song Boming was taken aback, and hurriedly pulled the man forward, and wiped the corners of his eyes lovingly: "Why are you so squeamish and crying?"

Wei Ziqing was also a little embarrassed, he didn't know where the sadness came from just now, and he was upset in his heart, it was really bad luck to cry before sending him out, so he hurriedly gathered his thoughts.

"It's nothing, you take these clothes with you, there are wound medicines in them, remember to use them when you are injured, don't ignore them." Wei Ziqing held back for a long time, and added: "At least he is a family man. "

Song Boming was in a good mood, but he was covered in armor and it was difficult to hug him. He only touched his smooth face, and then strode away.

Wei Ziqing took a deep breath, barely swallowed the sudden burst of tears, patted his face a few times, and stopped thinking about it.

Song Poming had left for two days, and Wei Ziqing had been depressed for two whole days. Axiu and Xiaosi were dismissed from their husband's get out of class every day, and they tried to make him happy, but he smiled and waited for him to leave. A listless look.

It was like this again, Wei Ziqing annoyed his body to death.

As soon as winter comes and the weather gets cold, you will die or live. It’s good to be here. There are plenty of charcoal fires, so you don’t have to lie on the bed wrapped in a quilt every day. When the weather is good, you can go out for a walk.

The letter he got this afternoon lifted his spirits, the noodles finally arrived!

He took Steward Feng and Zheng Er with him, and the noodles he got were sent directly to the prepared wine shop.

The wine shop has set aside a pot and stove just to wait for the fruit.

The expert also invited one, an old craftsman from the rouge shop underneath.

Wei Ziqing explained the principles to the craftsman in detail, and the two started to practice first.

I tried various methods. First, I took ten catties of noodles, washed them, peeled them, removed their cores, ground them, steamed them in a steamer, and only a drop of noodle oil came out after half a day.

Wei Ziqing sniffed it, then carefully wiped it on his hands, his eyes surprised: "This is it."

It is even purer than the one he used in his previous life, but the taste is different.

The old craftsman couldn't wait, and after the second drop, he looked at it cherishedly, and found that it was evenly spread on his hands, and it was absorbed in a while, and the area where it was applied was obviously moist and shiny.

"This effect is too good..."

The old craftsman was amazed.

Wei Ziqing complacently just stared and stared, the pipe dripped out, and it stopped after a while, but when he looked down, the container didn't even cover the bottom.

"This, this is gone?"

Wei Ziqing was dumbfounded, couldn't help but slapped the tube a few times, but another sticky drop flowed out, and there was no more movement.

The old craftsman also shook his head: "It's a good thing, but it took so much to get so much, I'm afraid it will be sold at a sky-high price."

Wei Ziqing always felt that there was something wrong. Although past life oil was expensive, it was still affordable for ordinary families.

But their current output is definitely not right. Ten catties of noodles are made, and they are packed in the flour oil jars from the previous life, but three jars will be gone.

But Butler Feng reminded him and asked him to ask the workers in the liquor store if he had any good suggestions?

This question, it touches really ask some ideas.

What the workers mean is that the output is small because the extraction is not refined enough.The worker pinched the slag inside and asserted that there was still value for extraction.

It's just that they steamed and steamed, with little effect.

Wei Ziqing is a layman after all, seeing the two experts' constant argument, he couldn't get his mouth in the door, so he simply threw the matter to the two experts.

To be honest, he didn't expect to be able to research it this year, and with the emperor's reward, he wasn't short of money, so he wasn't in such a hurry.

Wei Ziqing left a small bottle for them to use as a reference, and he took the rest with him.

It's just that this thing was too precious before the correct extraction method of the noodles was researched, and he himself was reluctant to use it, so he simply put it in a box and treasured it like this.

The matter of Mianguo has not yet been settled, and another rare matter has been added.

The princess posted a post, inviting him to enjoy plum blossoms on the third day of November.

"When is the third day of junior high school?"

Zheng Er lowered her head and said, "It will be the day after tomorrow."

The invitation is very delicate, the cover is simple and majestic, a red plum is wrapped around the corner of the book, and when you open it, you can see that the embroidered lowercase letters inside are neat and elegant, just like their characters, this princess is so different from his characters very similar.

Thinking of his unruly and self-willed, arrogant appearance that regards human life as worthless, Wei Ziqing looked at the invitation again, and felt that it was extremely mismatched, and selfishly felt that it must have been written by someone else.

"You, are you going?"

The matter of the princess being given a marriage was rumored in the capital before the wife came to Beijing a while ago, but then there was no more news for some reason.

After that, when the wife arrived in Beijing, others suddenly realized that the general had already married a wife.

Such a loyal wife, who never forgets the family's mess, turned out to be a good story, and for a while, the wife herself became the envy of all the lords without knowing it.

Wei Ziqing stared at the invitation and looked at it again and again, thinking of the thrilling day, he couldn't help it.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it didn't reach his eyes: "Go, why don't you go?"

That day the sky was high and the emperor was far away, and you wanted to kill people to silence your mouth, but now, he wants to see how brave this princess is under the eyes of the nobles in the capital.

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