My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Chapter 27 Not a God
"How can you be sure, Your Excellency, it's a woman." Sun Qishi's eyes were full of afterthoughts, after all, this fact was too much of a coincidence.

"Tian Bei Shi doesn't have to look at me like this," Rong Xian smiled slightly, politely, "I have learned from everyone, and I will definitely not conspire with others to frame Tian Bei Shi."

Sun Qi was a little unsure for a moment, and his sharp eyes were a bit sinister: "Since Your Excellency is so sure, I will have to live in a humble house while you and I wait for the news."

These words were meant to detain Rong Xian in the Sun Mansion.

Rong Xian picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea calmly, just like the evening clouds in the sky, floating green and flowing red, he said: "I recognize the bed is very good, I like nanmu most on weekdays, the bed should also be soft, and the bedding is best made of silk .Thinking that the Tabe historians have a great career, they should be able to meet this very small condition, so I will trouble you."

Hearing this, Sun Qishi blushed and was so angry.

Since when have nanmu beds and silk quilts become small requirements?

He only used low-grade pear wood. Does this person know that this is a seizure?

But seeing him so calm and relaxed, Sun Qishi couldn't help but feel a drum in his heart. He was extremely confident. How could he be so confident?

But if it is true as he said, these people are none other than Wu Anjun and Zhao Yanfu. Zhao Yanfu can be said to be just a political conflict between Yunyang Marquis and the teacher. It can always be calmed down with some benefits, but if Mr. Wu An, that is nothing more than the order of the king!
When Sun Qi thought about this, he felt that his legs were weak and he wanted to kowtow immediately.
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Wei Wan held the wooden box and walked quickly towards Dongshi's Jinle.

This music studio is a music studio that sells its skills rather than one's body. On weekdays, if there are nobles from Xiangmanlou and Yunyue Pavilion entertaining guests, they will borrow people from this music shop.

In addition to being a music studio, the music here is also the eyes and ears of the Wei family.

In the previous life, food was tight at the frontier fortresses, but here, Master Le raised a large amount of food and salaries to send to the frontier, so he made it through.

When Wei Wan was ushered in by the chief, Pingque was already waiting inside.

Pingque made a semicircle with his long arms in front of him, bowed and saluted: "Young Master."

"How is Song Ci?" Wei Wan placed the wooden box on the table and sat down on the couch by the window. His dark, satin-like hair hung down on the cushions, and the soft and warm skylight swayed on the window paper like gilded ink.

Pingque dropped his hand and went to pour Wei Wan a cup of tea: "Miss Song, you are indeed outstanding."

"On the day she entered the mansion, Zhao Yanfu really wanted to embarrass her, but because the steward failed to persecute the young master, she got sidetracked. In the evening, when Lord Hou returned to the mansion, he lost his temper. His subordinates wanted to help her. She gave it a hand, but..."

Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Wei Wan put down the tea cup: "Did she finish it by herself?"

"Yes," Pingque said with a bit of incomprehension and a bit of amusement on his face, "Not only did Miss Song rise to the challenge, she also stabbed Zhao Yanfu in the back."

"Finally, when Marquis Yunyang was about to do something evil... he gave Marquis Yunyang a strong dose of medicine. I think he and Duke Zhou had a drunken dream. When he woke up the next day, although he didn't remember anything, he still took Miss Song into his arms. For my concubine."

Wei Wan asked with confusion and even disbelief: "Strong medicine? Where did she get the medicine?"

He wondered where Song Ci got the medicine, and even more unbelievable that Marquis Yunyang was so helpless.

"It was given by Lord Diejia." This is what Ping Que finds funny.

Die Jia and he worked together with the young master, so they had some contact with each other. Die Jia usually had a cold face, as if someone owed him a few coins. When she took out the medicine, Miss Song's expression was really very... Food for thought.

He could even see the dullness on his face through his forlorn mask.

After all, the butterfly armor in the butterfly bone guard was replaced by the young master, and it is also a sharp weapon in the hands of the young master. He is a killer, and he only looks at the results when doing things. Naturally, he saves steps when he can, just for the quickest.

Wei Wan rarely pursed his lips into a smile, although the smile was faint, but Ping Que was so startled that he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any further.

This smile is like a long river in winter. After the long cone hits the ice, layers of frosty magnolias bloom. Under the sun, people's eyes hurt.

"The account book is now in the hands of Marquis Yunyang."

"Yes, after the Marquis of Yunyang took Miss Song as his concubine the next day, Miss Song followed suit and gave the account book to Marquis Yunyang." Ping Que lowered his head and looked at his toes, respectfully.

Wei Wan fiddled with the incense burner with a silver needle, raised his long eyelashes, and pressed a crease: "Zhao Yanfu is the only heir of Yunyang Marquis. When it comes to arrogance and spoiled habits, if King Wei dares to claim the second place, he will dare to claim the title." First. I have never seen anyone scolding Zhao Yanfu in front of Marquis Yunyang."

Hearing this, Pingque nodded with deep approval: "As a peasant girl, Miss Song denounced Tian Bei Shi's faults, and Xiaozhi refuted Zhao Yanfu's arrogance and extravagance with emotion. Maybe it was because Marquis Yunyang felt that he had caught Tian Bei Shi's misdeeds. Braid, at that time I also felt very sorry for Miss Song, so I was happy to agree."

"Later, the Marquis of Yunyang ordered Zhao Yanfu to kneel in the ancestral hall as punishment."

"This Song Ci is a treasure." Wei Wan frowned, smiling softly, and the coldness gradually melted away, and the Lingling in her voice could tell that she was in a happy mood.

She pushed the wooden box on the table and said, "Try it."

Pingque took it with both hands, slid the mechanism on the wooden box with his calloused fingertips, and frowned slightly: "It looks like it belongs to the Mo family."

Mohist's machine skills are famous all over the world, especially the catapults and catapults that have excellent advantages in war, which are the dreams of princes of all countries.

"I remember you studied under Meng Qin."

When Meng Qin became a disciple, the head of the Mohist family had already closed down the family in his later years. However, because Meng Qin was the son of an old friend, he made an exception and accepted disciples. Therefore, Meng Qin was the youngest disciple of the Mohist family, but he was later expelled from the Mohist family for unknown reasons.

But now those who come out of the mountain are all the disciples and grandchildren of the Mohist family. Because they came out of the mountain early, their craftsmanship is not as good as that of the previous generation.

For a long time, Pingque shook his head with unbreakable confusion in his eyes: "Sir, this scheme seems to have been set up by the elders of the Mo family. The subordinates are not good at learning and are now unable to unravel this scheme. Can you?" Please allow me some time and wait for my letter to ask my teacher."

"Don't worry, I've tried it. It's really difficult. Just stay here. I also have a little guess about what's here."

Hearing this, Ping Que raised his head in surprise. Young Master's talent is such that few men in this world can match it. If even Young Master can't solve it...

Wei Wan naturally noticed Ping Que's gaze, and propped his forehead with a slight smile: "I am also a human being, not a fairy."

"Everyone has flaws."

Outside the house, the magpie fluttered its wings and stood on the peach tree branch, wagging its tail. Its sound was clear and distant, but not that pleasant.

"Look," she stretched her hand out of the house, and there were still waves in her pupils, "it's time to announce the good news."

　濿丝, yǎn.The silk produced by nibbling the mulberry leaves can be used for weaving and is best for making piano strings.

　　There is a wave of votes, everyone wants to see:
　　Pingque and Song Ci, the violinist's meticulous work vs. the down-and-out noblewoman.

　　Die Jia and Song Ci, the cold-faced killer vs. the down-and-out noble lady.

　　Pingque and Shen Buyu, the piano master makes a detailed play vs. the general's daughter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)