Zhao Changhe had not been playing the qin for a long time, so he only knew a few pieces of music. Most of them were exercises he had learned in Gusu. He had learned Feng Qiu Huang specifically for Tang Wanzhuang...
But he still played all the practice pieces he knew for the little girl. She liked listening to them and liked music more than Wanzhuang.
After all, her name is Baoqin. She stands there every day holding her beloved zither, and if a string breaks, it would be like her life is wasted.
Even though he only played a few songs and most of them were simple practice pieces like this, Baoqin still enjoyed listening to them.
What is the fate of a maidservant? When the lady is not convenient, she will satisfy the desires of the husband on her behalf. Baoqin has been prepared for this since she was young, so she is very picky about people... When the stinky bear was not pleasing to her eyes, she was much more anxious than the lady, because that meant that she would also have to accompany a rude man who was not pleasing to her eyes.
Later, later he fell in love with her... But no matter how much he liked her, he never thought that he would be loved so much. Most likely, the lady would be tired one day and would take the initiative to ask Baoqin to come. He did not refuse, and then Baoqin would close his eyes and shyly accept her love... I don't know how many times I have imagined that scene.
She never dreamed that he would hold her in his arms and play her favorite songs one by one, just because she liked it.
He is so busy that there is no need for him to do these things. It will not affect the results whether he does them or not.
Baoqin felt that dreams were not as beautiful as this. Even if he just did it on purpose.
Zhao Changhe did have intentions. Although it was natural for a maid to be a concubine in this world, and even the person concerned felt that it was resentful that you didn't want me, he really couldn't treat people as tools and let them sleep with him. But if we say that we should ignore the feudal system and find someone we love... no one would be so hypocritical.
All I can do is to make the little girl happier and enjoy the tenderness that the young lady feels.
"Young Master..." The music of the zither stopped, and Baoqin leaned softly against him, her eyes full of shyness and joy: "How long can you stay in Beijing this time?"
From the moment they met, she called him "Your Highness" to "Master", but it was not what she meant. The "son-in-law" was what the maid really meant. When she asked how long he would stay, her meaning was even more obvious.
Zhao Changhe said: "It depends on the current war preparedness. I don't have any idea about it. You probably know more than me."
I felt even happier listening to the zither.
She handled official documents beside Tang Wanzhuang every day, and she really understood the situation better than Zhao Changhe. Not to mention the issues of food, fodder, and armor, the army training alone had not been completed. Of course, if the Hu cavalry went south at this time, it would be barely possible to pull them out temporarily. The specific time to move would have to wait for Zhao Changhe to come back and discuss it together.
Theoretically speaking, as long as there is no immediate urgent news from the border, it is not that urgent and it is normal to prepare for ten days or half a month. The research and mass production of storage rings also takes time.
Does that mean...
Baoqin stole a glance at Zhao Changhe, only to see that he was distracted. It seemed that his mind was diverted when he mentioned the business. Baoqin sighed inwardly. He was exactly like the young lady. Once the national affairs came to mind, he would forget what he was holding in his arms. He only hoped that the world would be well in the morning, and that they could rest in the forest and have a good rest for a few years.
"Uncle..."
"Ah?" Zhao Changhe came back to his senses, and the little maid in his arms bit her lower lip: "Do you want to... kiss me?"
Who was the person who said this was the main hall of the Demon Suppression Division? This girl was much more proactive than Wanzhuang. Zhao Changhe knew that the little maid was trying to make him relax, so he didn't think about those troubles. He leaned over and kissed her, and asked with a smile: "Speaking of which, I have never asked where Baoqin's family is from. Was she bought by the Tang family when she was a child?"
"I am a child of the Tang family!" Baoqin was very proud: "My father followed to protect the young lady in his early years. When the young lady was studying in the capital, my father was the leader of the guards. I heard that he often blocked the young lady and made her angry to death."
"It comes from a family background, right?"
"Hehe, anyway, the young lady raised me up, taught me to read and play the piano since I was young, just like a real sister, so you are not allowed to treat the young lady badly."
"Okay, okay, I get it. Being good to Baoqin is being good to Wanzhuang." Zhao Changhe kissed the little girl's crackling lips again.
The hands that were just playing the piano naturally became the hands that played the piano.
"Woo woo woo..." The sweetness of Baoqin was almost played out. I asked you to kiss me but not to play me. What does this standard light plucking, slow twisting, wiping and picking mean
"Your Highness." A dry cough was heard outside the door, and someone knocked gently on the door: "His Majesty has ordered that Your Highness and Miss Baoqin enter the palace for dinner together."
Baoqin was startled and quickly pushed her son-in-law away and jumped to the ground. She panted for a long time before she reacted and pointed at her nose in surprise: "Me? That monster... Your Majesty invited me to dinner?"
Zhao Changhe rubbed her head: "Let's go, we're family, Chi Chi is not as selfish as you think." If it weren't for Chi Chi's indulgence, I might not have dared to pursue your young lady, let alone you... Although I can't help being jealous sometimes, that's what a living person is like.
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When entering the palace, Zhao Changhe held Baoqin's hand.
The little maidservant was a little frightened. She struggled to get free but failed. She had to follow Zhao Changhe with her head lowered, looking left and right for fear of being laughed at.
As a result, many people who passed by along the way saw that she was indeed laughing, but it was her aunt's laugh.
Baoqin is old enough, but she has never grown very tall. She usually looks like a little girl who has not grown up. Her arms and legs are even smaller than those of the nine-foot tall Zhao Changhe. No matter how you look at them, they just look like an older brother taking his little sister out to play. No one can think of anything else.
Baoqin was laughed at for no reason. It felt like everyone was not laughing at her. What did that expression mean... Was there something on my face
She subconsciously reached out to touch her face, but forgot that there was still oil from tuning the strings on her hands, and three streaks appeared in her hand.
So people smiled even wider.
Baoqin didn't understand, and she no longer hid her anger. She simply quickened her pace and followed Zhao Changhe openly, holding his arm.
See you laugh again.
As she walked, she arrived outside the palace gate. Two figures, one in red and one in white, came towards her. They tilted their necks in sync and looked at her as she hugged her brother-in-law's arm.
Tang evening makeup, Yue Hongling.
Baoqin felt like a little vixen caught cheating by the mistress. Her face turned red all the way to her ears. She quickly let go of her arm and jumped back: "Miss..."
As a result, his arm fell apart, but he couldn't let go of his hand, so he was pulled back as soon as he jumped back, like a decoration.
Tang Wanzhuang and Yue Hongling laughed out loud at the same time.
Tang Wanzhuang walked to the other side of Baoqin with a smile, took her other hand, and swayed towards the palace: "Little cat, did you eat something secretly?"
Baoqin: “Ah?”
Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "No. How is the research on the ring going?"
Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said, "It's easier than I thought. Originally, our thinking was still limited. We always wanted to make a ring, but the ring is small. It's a bit too demanding to engrave a space array on such a small object, so we couldn't do it in a hurry. Hong Ling said, why must we have a ring? The ring is for personal convenience. If we want to use it for transportation, we can make it into a small box... It was solved in an instant. Even the material requirements don't need to be as strict as for the ring. Our foundation can easily meet them."
Zhao Changhe gave Yue Hongling a thumbs up: "Flexible!"
Yue Hongling smiled and shook her head: "Compared with some of your ideas, it's still far behind."
“How long will it take to go into mass production?”
"Master Yuan Xing is organizing the carving formation now. As long as the mold is cast, mass production will not be difficult. Um... the first batch of samples will be ready in about three days. We will see then. The ones from Sha Qi have also arrived. We can arrange for them to be used in some areas today."
Baoqin found that no one paid any attention to her affair with her son-in-law. While talking about other things, they pulled her into the palace, just like a couple with a child attending a banquet.
And this banquet... seems to be a real family banquet.
Somehow an idea popped up in Baoqin's mind: If we have to sit at separate tables, why does it feel like His Majesty and Baoqin are sitting at the same table
(End of this chapter)