PDLP Chapter 177 Each of them cleared their doubts
Chapter 177 Each of them cleared their doubts
That day, Qiao Shinian went out to discuss the next new product with Cao Jing. Mu Qingchen sat in the study and looked at the mechanical dial on the table. In the quiet study, the faint sound of the mechanical dial moving seemed unusually clear.
Qiao Shinian had been reluctant to tell him what it was before, but Qiao Shinian never hid anything in front of him. After observing it several times, he guessed that it might be an object for calculating time.
However, Mu Qingchen couldn't understand any of the characters on it. He looked at the dial on the table and then at the knife at hand. In the end, Mu Qingchen decided not to open it to see if there was a mysterious power inside that drove this object to keep turning.
"Your Highness, it's time for lunch." There was the sound of lighting incense outside the door.
Mu Qingchen let out a long sigh, stood up and went to eat lunch: "Have Xiaoxi and Yuzhu been out recently?"
"To answer your question, Your Highness, the two of them have not gone out recently. Yuzhu said that the flow of money has been a bit large recently, and she needs to be calm and investigate carefully. Xiaoxi...she...her horse died of illness, so she doesn't want to see anyone." Dianxiang replied in a low voice.
"Yes. Let her find a horse she likes at the West Horse Farm, and ask her when the horse she trained for Shinian can be put into the palace stable?" Mu Qingchen nodded.
After listening to this, he lowered his eyebrows and agreed.
Qiao Shinian has been a little fed up with Mu Qingchen's behavior lately. Mu Qingchen has been going out of the house quite frequently recently, and whenever she shows the slightest refusal to go with him, Mu Qingchen will be in a very low mood that day, so she has to attend any occasion holding his hand.
Qiao Shinian was initially puzzled by Mu Qingchen's declaration of sovereignty. Through correspondence with Wen Jiu, she realized that he was not only taking her out to meet the dignitaries in the capital of Zhou State, but also swore that she was the most important person to him.
For a period of time after the two of them slept together, Mu Qingchen was always very proactive and concerned about the matter. Now the meaning implicitly expressed by Mu Qingchen made Qiao Shinian a little overwhelmed, and he wanted to marry her immediately.
The intention to get married was expressed quite a few times, from implicitly to explicitly, and he asked directly about it every time afterwards.
After making excuses so many times, Qiao Shinian could clearly feel Mu Qingchen's frustration. He always wanted to prove something, always wanted to get a promise that made him feel very secure, but Qiao Shinian never responded to these most powerful promises last time.
Occasionally the two of them had a quarrel, but it would always end in less than half a day with Mu Qingchen making peace.
This was Qiao Shinian's first experience in love, but she always felt that something would go wrong.
Except for not being able to agree to marry Mu Qingchen as soon as possible, Qiao Shinian always tried his best to satisfy him in other aspects.
On the day when she was about to go home, Qiao Shinian looked at Mu Qingchen's worried and eager expression. She thought for a moment and said, "Wait until tomorrow, okay? I'll tell you tomorrow."
These words were said in the morning. In the afternoon, Qiao Shinian complained of severe stomach pain and needed to see a royal physician.
In order to show his concern, Emperor Zhou naturally sent a nanny from the palace to come along.
Mu Qingchen held Qiao Shinian's hand tightly, looked at her sweaty forehead and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? What happened to her? She was fine in the morning, but she felt so uncomfortable in the afternoon!"
The imperial physician frowned after feeling her pulse, glanced at Mu Qingchen quietly, and whispered, "Young lady, this is... a sign of poisoning."
Mu Qingchen paused for a moment and said in a low voice: "Are you sure?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, judging from the pulse, it is like this." The poor imperial physician knelt on the ground and did not dare to look up.
At the same time, Madam Kong, who came out of the palace, looked at Qiao Shinian, who was lying on the bed with a pale face, and was a little confused. Before she could speak, the imperial physician whispered, "But judging from the symptoms, it shouldn't be a strong poison."
Mu Qingchen's dark face relaxed slightly at this moment, and he said, "Go get the medicine."
After saying that, he looked at Madam Kong and said, "Are you sent by the palace to serve us or to monitor us? Are you just standing there?"
"I wonder what I can do for Miss Qiao?"
"Kneel outside and pray to the Buddha for my Shi Nian. If her condition gets even worse, I will make you extremely sad!"
When there were no outsiders in the room, Mu Qingchen's already bad complexion became even worse. He gently wiped the sweat from Qiao Shinian's forehead.
Qiao Shinian opened her eyes and looked at Mu Qingchen, gave him a reassuring smile, and told him that she was fine.
Foods are mutually beneficial and counterproductive, and Qiao Shinian remembers a few of them.
When night fell, Madam Kong pricked up her ears and listened to the whispers inside. At this moment, she was like an old slave who was shameless enough to eavesdrop on a young couple's affair.
Mu Qingchen took a book and read to Qiao Shinian the story she had been interested in recently. While reading, he fed her with dried fruits, which made her feel comfortable and warm for a while.
Late at night, Mu Qingchen hugged the sleeping Qiao Shinian, quietly watching her outline in the blurry darkness.
Deep love is a feeling, an addiction that cannot be quit. As long as you think of separation, you will feel that it is better to die.
Perhaps, he could force her to stay in Zhou State.
Maybe she would be willing to stay here with him in the future.
Mu Qingchen couldn't help but get closer to her, couldn't help but want to rub her into his body. He knew that he could never give up Qiao Shinian again.
Because he couldn't bear to be separated from her for a moment.
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In the brothel, a young eunuch stood aside with his head down, looking miserable. From the corner of his eye, the unfocused Lan Sheng was peeling off the dancer's clothes piece by piece as if he was peeling flower petals.
Wen Jiu watched this scene with great interest. He stood up and joined in. Looking at the dancer's surging ravines, he couldn't help but murmured, "Are all women like this?"
"That's not necessarily true. Some aren't so good." Lan Sheng smiled and reached out to pinch the soft peaks through his bellyband, causing the dancer to moan in anger.
"Tsk, really... how can I put it." Wen Jiurao looked at the dimples on the dancer's back and frowned, "Such a beautiful skin... I've heard of a cruel musical instrument that says they select the most beautiful women, pluck their skins, and use special techniques to make a drum. The sound of the drum is much more pleasant than an ordinary sheepskin drum."
After saying that, Wen Jiu sat down again and started drinking. The woman behind him, who was dressed in fancy clothes, no longer touched his chest boldly. She just massaged his shoulders and legs with some trembling, looking very gentle.
"You are such a killjoy. Why do you want to scare such a beautiful girl?" Lan Sheng pulled the dancer to sit on his lap and poured a glass of wine into her mouth. When he saw the wine flowing from the corner of her mouth, he lowered his head and licked it.
Wen Jiu shrugged, looked at the person playing the pipa in front of him, and answered perfunctorily: "I'm just curious, but are the women in the brothel qualified to be selected as drummers? I'm a little uncertain about this."
Wen Jiu then said to the young eunuch who was bowing his head beside him, "Come here, I will give you a pot of wine."
The young eunuch did not dare to disobey, so he took small steps forward and squatted. Wen Jiu shook his wrist, and a pot of wine broke on the young eunuch's head. The wine flowed over the eunuch's head, and then fell down his face onto the precious carpet.