Chapter 537

"Fish?"

Shen Qingci thinks of fish. In fact, what he wants most is nothing else. It's the Xiangjiang fish in Yi'an. Now he can remember the taste of the fish, that is, some thorns.

"Madam..." Bai Mei didn't answer Shen Qing's words for a long time, so she asked again.

What's the matter? Don't you want to go, or are you hungry and dizzy inside?

"You went back. I'll be there tomorrow."

Shen Qingci sat down again, and began to pick up the fragrance on the table to match.

Bai Mei grabs her pigtail and thinks whether Shen Qingci has anything else to tell her. As a result, she has been standing for nearly half an hour, but there is no sound inside. She just knows what to say.

She had to go back to Jun Wang's mansion first, and told them not to wait. Tomorrow, her wife will come.

Shen Qingci still locked herself in this small room. Her fingers moved quickly over all kinds of spices. Just relying on the smell, she had already made countless incense. As the naked eye can see, there are more and more spices here. At night, these spices will be loaded into the carriage, and then sent to the Duke of Wei, and then to the Duke of Wei The secret road there sends a pint of incense.

In fact, Shen Qingci is not afraid that other people will know that yipinxiang is her. After all, she should know it, but she still doesn't want to get too much attention. Therefore, she can hide the things about yipinxiang. If one person knows less, she will lose one person. In a word, it is impossible for all the people in Beijing to know it, and it is impossible for everyone in Dazhou to know it.

Even if they know, they will think that this is the Lou family, but not her Shen Qingci.

In the evening, another large cart of spices was sent out, and almost all of them were full carriages.

"Did you see that?" The two vehicles pointed by Changqing immediately said to Changgeng. Changgeng said with a sigh, he still didn't like to laugh. He was born with this face, as if he had lost a facial nerve. When he got early in the morning, there was not much expression on his face. It was just like painting with a brush. It was dull and meaningless.

"Can you be more enthusiastic?"

Changqing rolled her eyes to Changgeng.

"What is passion?"

Changgeng is still such a face, which has not changed for more than 20 years.

"Laugh."

Changqing has seen enough of Changgeng's face. After seeing it for a long time, he always feels that he is talking with wood, or Changgeng and Changyu. However, the two of them were sent by the young master to Yi'an to look at yipinxiang.

"Oh..."

Changgeng understood that he put the sword under his arm, then pulled the corner of his mouth with two fingers, and then pulled the corner of his mouth to both sides. Now it's OK.

Changqing's body shook.

He reached out to caress his forehead, childe, where on earth did you get such a rammed goods?

"What do you show me?" Changgeng still fixed a face, let him not smile is OK, he does not smile is normal, but this laugh, it is really like crying.

"Carriage."

Changqing pointed to the carriage again. "Two," you can hear from the sound of the wheel of the carriage. It's full inside. Only when it's full, can there be such a strong sound, because it's too heavy and it's too heavy.

"I know it's a carriage. What's wrong with the carriage? It's ugly."

Changgeng didn't find out what was wrong with the carriage. It's just right.

"You are stupid."

Changqing hit him with his arm, "do you know what's in the carriage?"

"Spices." Chang Geng naturally knew that he had helped with those things himself.

"By the way," Changqing snapped his finger, "it's spice, but it's also white silver, or golden gold. Do you think we're going to increase the monthly silver this month?"

and when he said this, he couldn't help rubbing his hands.

Madame is quite generous. Last month, he took a hundred taels, which can take a long time.

"Quite a lot," said Chang Geng, touching his chin. "I'll ask him tomorrow."

Changqing's eyes brightened. By the way, let Changgeng ask. Changgeng is straight. If he wants to ask, he can certainly ask. But he, um, he is embarrassed to scratch his head.

How sorry.

But inside the room, the two people's conversation sound, is also word for word, is falling in the ear of brand Heng worry.

He sat at the table and played a game of chess with himself. However, there was no retreat. He had not encountered this kind of suicide for a long time.

And he forced himself to commit suicide.

The two carriages also went quickly to the Duke of Wei. There was a sign of King Shuo's residence on the carriage. Ordinary people would like to retreat when they saw it. These days, for yipinxiang, the most important thing is to become the Huang family and the third prince behind the Huang family.Now there is no Huang family now, and the third prince is too busy for himself. Now his left and right hands have been cut off. He can't wait for a few years. Of course, he has no ability to make a Pinxiang.

But even if he doesn't have the idea of pinkA, he can't accept his ambition.

A person with such ambition and calculation can not take his hand because of one failure.

Not only is he unwilling to give up, but also because he can't.

Because the result of closing his hand, in addition to what he had done before and what he had avoided, all had been put into the water, and his life might have been attached to it.

If he wants to get what he wants, he has to continue to calculate, continue to rob.

As for what he is going to do, I'm afraid no one knows.

The two carriages arrived safely at the back door of the Duke of Wei in the dark. The back door of the Duke of Wei was intended to let the carriage in and out by itself, so it opened a huge door. Before the carriage stopped, the door was already opened.

The man of the carriage also took out the seal letter from himself and showed it to the guard at the door. The guard bowed his hands and let the carriage in. The carriage entered the mansion, passed a green brick road, and came to a small courtyard. At this time, the courtyard was full of people.

Even Shen Dingshan and Shen Wenhao did not sleep.

Don't underestimate these incense. If all of them are converted into silver, I don't know how many taels there are, maybe hundreds of them Of course, they can't despise it.

And recently, the spices of the two carriages were used every day, which made Shen Wenhao wipe his cold sweat.

"Father, what's wrong with ah Ning? In the past, only once a month was given incense, and the fragrance of this carriage was completely enough. At least in March, the spice supply was enough, even if the Yian one was added, it would be enough. "

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