At the end of November in Longgu City in the northwest, it was freezing cold and snowy.

There was a brazier burning in the official hall, but there wasn't much warmth.

Liu Zhoulang had been sitting in front of several cases for a long time. The ink on the table had condensed again, but the pen was still held in his hand without falling.

"Sir, Master Xu is here."

The sound of soldiers came from outside the door.

Liu Lang was suddenly startled, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to fold up the letters unfolded on several desks. He wanted to hide it but didn't know where to hide it. He also wanted to pick up the pen that fell on the ground. He was in a hurry.

Xu Sigen has already strode forward.

"Master Zhou," he said with a salute, "do you want to deploy ten horses?"

Zhou Lang raised his hand and rubbed his nose, straightened his expression, and nodded.

"We need heavy iron-hoofed military horses that can gallop on the ice," he said.

"Ten horses are too many. I will try my best to prepare eight horses for you," Xu Sigen said.

Saturday Lang hummed.

There was silence in the room.

"Then I'll take my leave." Xu Sigen raised his hand and saluted.

Zhou Lang snorted and watched Xu Sogen turn around and go out. He clenched his hands on the desks and kept watching Xu Sogen walk out of the house. The curtain was lowered to block his sight.

He raised his hand and punched a few boxes.

"You'll die if you ask!" he said through gritted teeth.

Before he finished speaking, the curtain was lifted again.

"Yes, sir."

Xu Sigen came in again and said.

Saturday Lang was startled and looked at him with a blushing face.

"It's the twelfth lunar month, and I want to send New Year's gifts to my sister and the others. Do you have anything you want to send to my sister?" Xu Sigen asked.

have!

"I have already given away my sister's things," said Lang Muran on Saturday.

Xu Sigen shouted at him and cupped his hands again, turned around and left.

Saturday Lang raised his hand again and punched several cases hard, making a muffled sound.

"You'll die if you let him take it with you!" He whispered through gritted teeth, turning his head to look at a few cases.

There is an old box there.

Liu Lang took the box, lay down on the mat, and took out a small bronze mirror.

"This is the treasure of the West Thief King's harem." He said to himself, looking at the small bronze mirror in his hand, and the sunlight reflected on his face as it turned.

The turned-over small bronze mirror has a different pattern from the common bronze mirrors, making it look simple, elegant and a bit playful.

"You can't tell if it looks good, but it should be very valuable anyway..."

"Money? You are not short of money..."

Saturday Lang curled his lips and continued talking to himself.

"...anything is nothing in your eyes anyway..."

After thinking about it for a moment, he sat up again, reached for some letters on the case, and frowned.

"The last time Thirteen said that the Cheng family came to Beijing was a month ago. The Cheng family's group has arrived. I wonder if she is in trouble?" He said to himself, gritted his teeth and finally picked up the pen to dip in ink.

I found that the ink had condensed again, so I started to grind again in frustration.

When the ink is ready, holding up the pen is like holding a knife, gritting one's teeth and putting it down.

The soldier smelled something wrong outside, so he opened the curtain and came in. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Liu Lang leaning on the ground, lazily throwing the ball of paper in front of him into the brazier not far away.

From time to time, a puff of smoke rises from the brazier, and the choking smell also dissipates.

"Sir, what are you playing at?" he asked in surprise.

Liulang ignored him and continued to throw the remaining seven or eight paper balls in front of him into the brazier one by one.

The soldiers could only watch helplessly.

Anyway, after a while adults will do some weird things.

"Sir, didn't you say that you also want to send family letters and New Year's gifts? The post soldiers are going to Beijing, shall I send them over?" He thought of something and asked again.

"Didn't I give it as a gift? What else should I give as a gift?" Zhou Lang said angrily.

The soldiers were disappointed.

"Didn't you say it was behind? Why bother asking me!" He muttered.

"My lord, my lord, General Zhong invites you." Someone shouted outside the door.

Liu Lang jumped up when he heard the sound, threw the last paper ball into the brazier, grabbed the cloak on the side and strode away.

At this time, in the capital, sitting in the warm hall, Qin Shisanlang straightened up in disbelief.

"Father, what did you say?"

he asked.

"Is it because I ate the snacks she made and got a dragon fetus?"

Qin Shidao nodded.

"This is the rumor in the palace."

Qin Shisanlang's face darkened.

"Is it the Princess of Jin'an who is talking about her again?" he asked.

"The prince often mentioned her," Qin Shi said.

"I knew he had bad intentions!" Qin Shisanlang said, about to get up.

"Thirteen, then you are wrong." Qin Shidao shook his head and frowned to stop him, and said meaningfully, "Your Majesty knows his good intentions."

"That's for his own good intentions!" Qin Shisanlang said, saluted his father, stood up and walked out.

Mrs. Qin was coming in, and mother and son bumped into each other.

"You just came back and you want to go out again?" Mrs. Qin said, reaching out to hold her son, "Isn't it enough to go to Mrs. Cheng's place like this?"

Qin Shisanlang was amused.

"Mom, don't make trouble," he said, "We have something serious to do."

"Who is making trouble? Mrs. Cheng's matter is not a joke!" Mrs. Qin said seriously.

Qin Shisanlang chuckled and saluted his mother, turned around and left.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Qin walked into the hall and asked.

"Ms. Cheng has another magical skill." Qin Shi said, picking up the book.

Mrs. Qin sat down.

"Isn't it her fault that the one in the palace is pregnant?" she asked.

Qin Shidao nodded.

"Oh, that's really awesome. I don't know how many people want to marry me, my wife." Mrs. Qin said with a smile.

"Who dares to marry me?" Qin Shi said without raising his head.

The comments from the Queen Mother, the fallen ghost judge, the divine arm bow and the stone bullets. Everyone wants this kind of woman, but who dares to marry her?

"Our family." Mrs. Qin said.

Minister Qin still didn't raise his head.

"Yeah, but she won't marry into our family," he said.

These words made Mrs. Qin sigh.

"Is she really not going to get married?" she asked, "We Thirteen are really very kind to her. Is she really not moved at all?"

"No, there are rules. A gentleman must keep his promise." Shi Qin said that he was doing two things. While talking to his wife, he nodded and smiled because of the wonderful things in the book.

The book was suddenly snatched from his hand.

Minister Qin raised his head and looked at his wife, who had brows raised.

"Then find a way!" she said, "If she really dares not to marry, Thirteen will really dare not to marry!"

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"Master Qin, are you here again?"
To be continued...