Shengshi sweet medical concubine

Chapter 176

"Madam is also a good painter. Why don't you do some calligraphy and painting by yourself, but also take away my drawing paper and fill it up for me. Could it be that you think I'm not good at drawing, so you want to do it for me?" After a long time, Qian Jian returned Wan'er took out the portrait that Wan'er had completed on his behalf, looked at it carefully, and then found a topic to argue with Wan'er.

"Mr. Qian thinks too much. Wan'er is very poor. She is not a rich and powerful person like Mr. Qian. Moreover, Wan'er is only a painter. She doesn't have money to let me squander like me." Wan'er sneered slightly, and said to Qian Jian replied.

"Madam said that as the daughter of the Dongfang family, the dowry should be quite a lot, and you are the eldest wife of the prince in the palace. Apart from the concubine, you are the biggest, so there will be a little less money to buy paper and ink?" Qian Jian said with a light smile.

He also just returned to the imperial city, so he didn't know many things, he just thought that Wan'er was joking, and besides, there were very few people who knew about Wan'er's lack of salary in the palace, except for Qingfeng, Mingyue, and Yuan'er. Only she and Ji Ling knew about it, and it was normal for Qian Jian not to know, but what he said made Wan'er silent for a while, and it took a long time before she replied.

"Mr. Qian didn't know, but he came to make fun of me on purpose. Almost everyone in the imperial city knew that Dongfang Wan'er was kicked out of the house and had nowhere to go, so he took refuge with the prince. The prince only took pity on our mother and son. I owed us, and I also owed the prince a millennium Ganoderma lucidum, and I exchanged my life for freedom, and the prince naturally has no salary for me." Wan'er sneered faintly, thinking that Qian Jian knew everything, but she didn't know It turned out that he didn't know anything, and he still said such things to her.

"Is what madam said true?" Qian Jian was obviously a little surprised, but as soon as she asked the question, she felt that she shouldn't ask. Seeing Wan'er's cold eyes, she hurriedly explained: "I just returned to the imperial city not long ago. That is to say, when the prince is about to set off, we will rush back."

"It's okay, Mr. Qian didn't mean to make fun of it on purpose." Wan'er replied lightly, which sounded like a great forgiveness, but Qian Jian still understood that she was upset, so she didn't explain much, she made an excuse, and left After returning to the mansion, Wan'er silently stared at the painting Qian Jian gave her a few days ago.

In the blink of an eye, it's been nearly three months since Ji Ling set out on an expedition. Everyone in the palace has received a letter from home, including Yang Qianshi and Li Lanjiao who has committed suicide. Only Wan'er is missing. I wanted to take the initiative to give him a letter a few times. She wrote a letter, but she didn't write it down because she didn't know whether he would receive it after sending it, or whether she would like to read her letter. Besides, she wanted to ask her mother's whereabouts, but she was worried. He, who didn't want to send her a letter at all, wanted to misunderstand him. He was so tired from fighting at the border. She finally wrote a letter because she cared about her mother, so think about it, let it go.

And during this time, Lu Jiusi didn't come to her place anymore, and Wan'er took the initiative to visit her twice, but she was very busy, writing letters to Zheng Sixi every day, reading his letters to her, and then being happy. Smirking at home, she still needs to learn to paint and work as a female worker, but she has never done these things, and she either gets her hands hurt every day, or her body is covered with ink. up.

Wan'er went a few times, always pulling her, asking her to teach her how to be a gentle and virtuous lady, but Wan'er just smiled slightly. In fact, this gentleness is brought by the person herself. She will be gentle in all kinds of ways, and she will be indifferent to people she doesn't love, no matter how gentle she is. Wan'er thinks that she can't be considered gentle, so how can she teach her, just smile and coax her to give up, of course Jiusi also It's not that she's not gentle, but at most she's a little mischievous. Compared to her, if she can't handle it well, it's even better.

But Zheng Sixi is also very careful. When he wrote to Jiusi, he always said good things. He basically didn’t talk too much about the battlefield. Occasionally, he won the battle. It’s good. Don’t worry about it. He never said anything. The words are too tired, and the rest are mostly greetings to Jiusi. Of course, if these two people greet normally, there must be something wrong, so how is it every time recently?Who climbed the wall again, beat the young master of the family, and you scolded a few high-ranking and noble sons bloody, did you hang around someone who was willing to be scolded? Greetings that seem to be gossips , but affection secretly sprouted.

Of course, in essence, Zheng Sixi and the others didn't have so much leisure time at the border crossing. They chatted nonsense when they had time. These days, their war was fierce, not to mention, and it didn't go very well.

"My lord, the enemy army is attacking again. Do we still need to use the worst small battalions to meet the enemy?" Zheng Sixi came to Ji Ling's camp and asked his opinion when the opponent called for war again.

In the past few days, Zheng Sixi has been a little reluctant to come to his camp, because every time he asks him, he always asks the worst battalion to meet the enemy. They originally sent elites, but he sends them every time. Worst of all, every time he went out he didn't really meet the enemy, he just yelled outside, and when he really started fighting, he started to retreat, and he didn't show up for many days, and Zheng Sixi sent news that something was wrong at home When I went back, I didn't know what he was going to do.

"Let them go for another day." Ji Ling held the paintbrush in his hand and was drawing something. He didn't look back at Zheng Sixi's question, but just replied casually.

"But we've all retreated a long way." Zheng Sixi said in a bit of embarrassment, and kept retreating like this. Could it be that he wanted to retreat all the way back to the imperial city, leaving a lot of elite soldiers unused, and just be a deserter and go home.

"Just do as I say." Ji Ling still didn't raise his head, but was meticulous in his painting, the person he cared about, even if she was not in front of his eyes, he could still draw her vividly, every sweet smile , are as charming as the first blooming flowers, and people can't help but want to stare at them.

He was like this when he saw her in the inn. He was happy to see her again, but he couldn't move his eyes when he saw her sweet smile. It was a fiery look, and he wanted to melt this bright smile into his heart. My own body, but I didn't want to, and it was deeply imprinted in my heart accidentally.

"My lord..." Zheng Sixi still tried to talk to Ji Ling, but in the end she got a cold and stern look. Zheng Sixi trembled from the look, so she had to bow her head and stop talking, and walked out of Ji Ling slowly. When facing the soldiers, there was another silence, and it was hard to say. I didn’t know whether to continue to fight. If I went, I would definitely return in failure. I had to follow Ji Ling's instructions and let the sentry go to fight again, but the result was self-evident, it was still defeated, and was forced to retreat again.

"My lord, the enemy army has won consecutive victories these days, forcing us to retreat to the canyon. They seem very proud. They even said a lot of nasty mocking words to us during the match today." Zheng Sixi came to Ji Ling's place again at night, and When he talked about the battle situation, his face was full of helplessness and grievance.

"Does the sarcasm hurt?" Ji Lingyi was sitting at the table, flipping through the books, and raised his head slightly to Zheng Sixi's words, showing a faint arc.

"Heartache." Zheng Sixi replied without raising his head or even thinking about it.

(End of this chapter)