daughter in power

Chapter 118 Gifts
King Xiaoyang left, taking the brocade box with him.

It was a gift from the Sumerians to Qiqi.

What was contained inside was not a gift, but a stack of handwritten papers.

All kinds of information from the palace are written on it in detail, and there are all kinds of things, big and small.

For example, the monthly roster of bed attendants.

Which month, which day, which concubine will sleep with Emperor Wuwei, it is all copied on it.

In fact, there are such books in the palace, and they are all kept in the living prison, and outsiders can't borrow them temporarily.

Not to mention asking.

Even if the empress wants to cheat, she can't do it.

However, the Sumerians secretly inquired about it and recorded it.

Another example is the preferences of every concubine in the palace.What concubine De likes, what concubine Shu likes, what Jing Baolin likes...all are recorded one by one.

She also recorded the taboos of every concubine.

She also recorded the weaknesses of each concubine.

Although there are not many records about some things, you can always check them thoroughly by following the clues.

These bits and pieces seem to be far-fetched, but in fact, if you really want to use them, it is completely a know-it-all in the palace.

Anyone who gets the information and carefully studies it will be able to find the breakthrough point they want.

Many people outside the palace wanted to get news from inside the palace.

Sending in wave after wave of fine work, what they want to get is just a star and a half on these papers.

This thick stack of handwritten paper is very valuable, which shows the sincerity of the Sumerians.

Qiqi told King Xiaoyang exactly what Su Meiren had said, and King Xiaoyang put away the brocade box with a gloomy face and left.

Before leaving, she also told her not to leave the mansion without his permission.

Qiqi didn't nod her head, but she didn't mean to be disobedient either.

On this day, Tingfeng Building was very lively, many strings of firecrackers were set off at the entrance, and the concierge uncle happily cleaned up, without any sign of reluctance.

King Xiaoyang's generosity was unanimously approved by everyone.

After a day of trouble, everyone didn't disperse until after dinner.

As night fell, the garden was silent.

Jiang Maoyou, Mrs. Jiang, and Qiqi sat around the table in the flower hall, discussing family affairs.

The maids were all dismissed, and the family of three talked about each other, and the discussion was very intense.

Mrs. Jiang's face was full of disgust: "Raising so many people at home, I'm too poor to eat, and I dare not sell it..."

She was talking about Chunlan Qiuju and others, plus the porter, there were 15 people in total.

This was the standard equipment given to Qiqi by King Xiaoyang in the past, but the Jiang family came from Linshui County and brought a few maids and servants.

Now, there are more than twenty servants in this yard.

There are only three masters.

"I really don't need so many servants." Qiqi nodded, agreeing, "Why don't we sell them?"

Her suggestion was very good, and Mrs. Jiang immediately agreed.

Only Jiang Maoyou said: "No. The prince has the grace to rebuild our family. How can he sell the person he has appointed? If the prince finds out, I..."

Should he continue with this errand?

The Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry took good care of him, but in the final analysis it was not because of King Xiaoyang's face.

Otherwise, who knows him as a bumpkin from the countryside.

The conversation was obviously very unpleasant, Jiang Maoyou hesitated and said: "Or, sell all the servants we brought?"

Mrs. Jiang hurriedly said: "No, no, if they are sold, who will serve us? Besides, only their Nanzhao dialect, the devil will want them."

The official dialect of Liuhuo City is completely different from that of Nanzhao Province.

Qiqi had already changed the official dialect, and Jiang Maoyou had copied it half-bakedly. Only Mrs. Jiang still had a Nanzhao accent, which made people laugh.

Back to the original point, Qiqi muttered: "I shouldn't have been greedy for this house in the first place. Isn't it because it's near the river and it's secluded, isn't it because you can still pay on a monthly basis..."

She blinked: "Father, how much money does our family have, maybe we can afford his rent?"

The box on the table is all the property of the family.

As soon as Qiqi asked, Mrs. Jiang took the key and opened the box first.

The box was opened, almost empty inside.

The three of them looked at each other without making a sound.

Mrs. Jiang sighed, "It's all your father's fault. Others can earn 10 taels of snowflake silver as a county magistrate. Only he, who has been a county magistrate for more than ten years, has earned so much for our family."

Just a little bit, when he was still getting rid of the crime of treason, he was fined by the court.

Jiang Maoyou drooped his head, speechless after being reprimanded.

Qiqi pursed her mouth: "It's a pity, we can only owe it like this first."

Remembering that he had just given 100 taels of silver to King Xiaoyang in the morning, he couldn't help saying happily: "Fortunately, I came out of the palace and gave him back 100 taels of silver, which also reduced some foreign debts."

The three of them nodded, and finally they had some consolation.

It's a pity that there will be no further details about Qiqi's opening of a shop.

Because the family is very poor and has no money.

Jiang Maoyou slumped his shoulders: "Forget it, I'm going to sleep, and I have to go to the Yamen tomorrow, so I can't mess around."

As soon as he opened his eyes, there were more than [-] people waiting to eat, and Jiang Maoyou's pressure suddenly increased.

Looking at the back of her father leaving, Qiqi suddenly said: "Father, actually King Xiaoyang wants to open a shop with me."

Jiang Maoyou was startled, and hurriedly turned around: "What did he say?"

Qiqi thought for a while, and said reluctantly: "He said one nine, I one, he nine. So I sell hot pot in the central square under the brand of my third-class imperial chef."

If such a deal is really done, Qiqi will definitely make a lot of money every day.

Their family no longer has to worry about a few taels of silver.

Jiang Maoyou smiled and said: "My lord works calmly, as long as he says partnership, you are right to keep it as a partnership."

Mrs. Jiang also smiled happily: "Finally, I have found a project to pay. Otherwise, I don't know what to get the monthly money of the maids next month..."

The husband and wife immediately felt relaxed, and Qiqi blinked, feeling like they were being betrayed.

It was agreed that Qiqi and Xiaoyang Wang would continue to sell hot pot together.

Mrs. Jiang decides to follow Qiqi to work as the accountant in the new shop.

Qiqi didn't want to: "Just like your ten fingers don't touch the spring water, what kind of accountant are you. Besides, the king of Xiaoyang has his own accountant, so how can you be used?"

I have never heard of any official wife in the city who works as an accountant in public.

Mrs. Jiang refused to let go: "Your grandfather died early, but our Qiao family is also a well-known merchant. Mother doesn't understand such things as accounting, I'm afraid she understands better than you."

It's true, Qiqi's cousin Rong Chuan has a good plan and a good account.

It was only because Rong Chuan was obsessed with literature and was unwilling to dabble in this field that he did not enter the accountant's profession.

Qiqi was impatient: "Understood, I will try to talk to King Xiaoyang."

After the three of them finished speaking, they went to sleep separately, and Madam Jiang told Qiqi to drink enough soup and medicine.

It turned out that since she fell off the Duantou Cliff in Lishan, her voice was broken, and her voice was very different from before.

The old man Huishan said that it was caused by the yin and cold in her body, and she could only take care of it.

As for whether it can restore the previous voice, it is really hard to say.

Qiqi didn't take it seriously, anyway, she couldn't remember what the voice was.

Now this voice, she thinks it's pretty good.

Early the next morning, King Xiaoyang sent two people to guard the front and back of the Tingfeng Building respectively, saying that they were to protect Qiqi's safety.

When it was time to eat, the two were not fed by the Jiang family, and they only changed shifts to stand guard.

Qiqi hesitated, quietly ran to the back of the door to have a look, and sure enough, she saw a young man in ordinary clothes, sleeping on the big willow tree.

With a leisurely look, I don't know if he can protect her.

But when did she need protection?
After a few days of laziness, Qiqi couldn't stay any longer and wanted to leave the house.

But he was stopped by the man at the door, who said: "Master has gone to Xiaoyang City, please wait for two days, Miss."

Qiqi's face was dark: "I'm not a high-ranking lady, I can't even go shopping?"

Although the man was polite and respectful, he refused to give in half an inch.

Qiqi stretched out her hand and punched, the man dodged to dodge, but he couldn't dodge.

A punch hit the nose, making his eyes stare.

Qiqi was also stunned.

What kind of broken guard is this, who can't even beat her as a weak woman, and still wants to protect her?

She blinked, and hurriedly found Yu'er to bandage the man's wound.

No matter how bad it is, this is also a member of King Xiaoyang, and he dare not offend him like this.

Yu'er led the man in to get bandaged, and Qiqi stood at the door and looked around for a while, not planning to leave the house anymore.

On the road outside, a person looked at her delicate face and said with a gentle smile, "Miss is very skilled."

Looking up, the man was gentle and thin, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Qiqi suddenly remembered, and couldn't help but wonder: "Are you Manager Li from Nomura Martial Arts?"

Li Guanshi smiled slightly, hurriedly approached, bowed sincerely and said: "Li Keben has seen Miss."

Qiqi was wearing a Toero, which didn't hinder the conversation with him, so she couldn't help laughing and said, "It's easy to talk about. But you live on the other side of the river, why did you come to my house?"

Tingfeng Tower is secluded and not on the way, no matter how Guanshi Li walks, he will never have a chance to pass by here.

Li Keben said with a smile: "I got a reward from your young master last time, and I never gave a thank you gift. Today, I specially sent two altars of good wine."

Qiqi looked and saw that he was still holding two wine jars in his hands, she couldn't help laughing and said: "My father likes to drink, come in."

In the yard, Mrs. Jiang learned that Qiqi had let Li Keben in alone, and her face was somewhat displeased.

But Li Keben looked gentle, not ugly, and he was here to give gifts, so it was really hard to exclude him.

I couldn't refuse for a while, so I had to accept his gift, and wrapped some cakes and fruits, and asked Li Keben to bring them to the disciples of Nomura Martial Art School to taste.

Qiqi said: "This manager Li is really good, but it's a pity that the Nomura Martial Art Museum is about to be sold. I wonder if he can find something to do?"

Mrs. Jiang was very upset: "What are you worried about him for? You let him in today, and mother hasn't said anything about you yet. You are an official lady, not an ordinary girl. You must keep in mind the defense of men and women. How can you casually talk to strangers? Men talking?"

Qiqi blinked, but said nothing.

Mrs. Jiang was especially puzzled: "You will be sixteen soon, if there are any rumors, are you still asking your mother to marry you to a martial arts manager?"

This is a bit over the line.

Qiqi murmured, "I'm here to give gifts."

Mrs. Jiang frowned: "Mother didn't say it was inappropriate for him to give gifts. But the prince asked someone to protect you, which means that our family is not safe now. You are so ignorant, how can you explain when the prince comes back?"

(End of this chapter)