Xianjin didn't leave after all, and didn't tease the disabled person anymore. He stayed by Qiao Hui's side and fed him a round of medicine.
After Qiao Hui passed out from the effects of the drug, Xianjin moved into the empty west wing. The officials of the negotiation group above the third rank lived in Zhengdongfang. The former Shaoqing of the Honglu Temple had arranged twelve adjacent two-entry houses for the negotiation group. Although they were not big, they were better than the two suites of the official post station. What can I say? The privileged class exists in all time and space.
The west wing was spacious and airy. Xianjin fell asleep immediately and slept until the sun was at its highest point in the sky. He heard faint voices outside. He put on his slippers, put on a plain satin gown, leaned against the vermilion pillar, and looked out with sleepy eyes.
When he looked out, he saw Xianjin frozen in place.
The conversation outside stopped abruptly.
Princess Bai'an turned around and saw that it was Xianjin. She raised her eyebrows, looked as if she understood something, and had a hint of an auntie's smile on the corner of her lips.
The bearded man had a dull expression on his face, and after a while he covered his chest in despair.
Qiao Hui looked a little pale, his right hand was tightly bandaged, and he was sitting below Grand Princess Bai'an in loose and comfortable linen clothes. He looked up and saw Xianjin, raised his chin calmly, and greeted briefly, "Change your clothes and greet the Grand Princess?"
Princess Bai'an raised her hand gracefully and said, "Go to sleep. You must be tired after a night on the sea."
Xianjin swallowed hard and tried to force a respectful smile, while she backed away with her hands and feet - being able to walk upright was already a sign of her success.
When you wake up, there are still eye mucus in the corners of your eyes, and the top leader is sitting next to you, smiling at you with satisfaction, as if he is looking at a good cabbage - this would terrify anyone, right! ?
Xianjin returned to the west wing. On the small side table was a food plate with a bowl of bone soup rice noodles on it. The rice noodles were chewy and had absorbed the aroma of the broth. They were sprinkled with a handful of crispy, stir-fried chilies, juicy coriander and leeks, and at the bottom were freshly grown bean sprouts. They were fresh, fragrant, spicy and crispy in the mouth.
The pork bone soup rice noodles were still steaming hot.
This meant that the soup stock had already been cooked, and the rice noodles would be put in to cook as soon as Xianjin woke up - Qiao Hui was sure that Princess Bai'an would let her go back to her room to rest.
This sweet dog...
Xianjin buried his head in eating, and after two bites he immersed himself in the warmth of the broth, completely forgetting the embarrassment of meeting the leader with eye boogers.
Outside, Princess Bai'an seemed to be smiling.
Qiao Hui looked normal.
The bearded man looked sad and angry, like an abandoned Tibetan fox.
Princess Bai'an smiled and stood up, "Okay, take a good rest. Take Xianjin around. It's a rare opportunity for him to come out." She added, "We will go to Fuzhou Port in the next three days. If you have recovered from your injury, you can go with us. If not, ask Xianjin to take the other two people from Xuancheng Prefecture with him."
Then he handed Qiao Hui an envelope and said, "Give it to Xianjin. Ask her to think carefully about how to make it happen in the next two days."
Qiao Hui took it and said with a playful smile, "You just asked me to take her around."
Princess Bai'an remained calm, "We have to work hard. We have to break the twelve hours into twenty-four hours. After we finish this job, I will send you a ship to go to Ryukyu for some fun."
Qiao Hui relayed the original words to Xianjin.
Xianjin was dumbfounded. How could the boss's skills in painting cakes be so uniform across the ages and at all levels? ?
Xianjin opened the envelope and read the requirements written by the product manager of Baian word by word. After reading it, he turned around and walked out quickly, grabbing Hu Haixiang as he walked, "Brother Xiang, please ask Master Li Sanshun to come to the official post."
After a pause, Li Sanshun realized that the official post was mostly filled with female officials, so it would be inconvenient for him to go there. "Just call them here - call Boss Heng as well."
Xianjin sat down on the big desk by the window, lowered his head and read the request left by Princess Bai'an again, without raising his head he instructed Qiao Hui beside him, "The big bone soup rice noodles just now are not bad, cook two more bowls when they come."
Qiao Hui:? He?
After being stunned for a long while, Cook Qiao finally accepted her fate and gave instructions. She also killed two watermelons and washed a few bunches of grapes.
When Li Sanshun and Hengxi arrived, the fruit plate and rice noodles were already on the table waiting for the guests. Fujian in May was already getting hot. The four mahogany windows were wide open, and cool breezes blew slowly into the courtyard through the kapok trees.
Qiao Hui gave the large rosewood desk by the window to Xianjin, and sat down in the flowers in the southeast corner with a book in his hand. Through the antique display cabinet and the white porcelain vase, he could just catch a glimpse of the girl by the window leaning over, frowning, gesticulating, lowering her head in thought, and smiling. She was talking about something with the two friends beside her, and as they were talking, she started to quarrel with Li Sanshun.
Well, it’s normal for Xianjin and Lao Li to quarrel, and their honeymoon period usually only lasts half an hour.
Within half an hour, the old and the young were in harmony and peace.
Half an hour later, the old man said, "You know shit! I've mastered paper making!"
The younger one said, "Yes, yes, if you are the paper-making spirit, I am Fahai, who specializes in collecting spirits and monsters!"
The main ones are the old one's violent output and the small one's weirdness.
The air smells sweet, with the aroma of fruits, kapok trees, and tea leaves mixed with the bitter taste of boiled Chinese medicine.
The aftertaste of the aroma was mixed with the noisy clamor.
Qiao Hui held the book in her hands with a smile on her face. She didn't know where she was reading, but she always felt happy.
At dusk, he saw Li Sanshun squatting on the steps at the door smoking a pipe, so he rolled up his sleeves and took out a white copper pipe, smiling: "Master Li, can I borrow a light?"
Li Sanshun was choked by the smoke and repeatedly reminded himself in his heart: This guy is now a high-ranking official in the court, higher than the county magistrate! He is not the young master of the mountain courtyard who used to eat and drink at the Chen family!
Li Sanshun handed over the pipe tremblingly.
Qiao Hui glanced at Li Sanshun's pipe, took a puff, and quickly exhaled a puff of white smoke, "You grow this tobacco yourself, right? It smells really good."
Li Sanshun nodded vigorously. "It's just something you can grow at home. If you add some cow dung or donkey dung eggs, it will be very fertile and the tobacco will grow strong."
Qiao Hui nodded, lit a cigarette with his crippled hand but didn't smoke it, and squatted with Li Sanshun for half an hour.
The next day, Qiao Hui handed Li Sanshun a small cloth bag and squatted beside the old man. "Try this. It's Yongding silk tobacco, produced in western Fujian. It has a strong flavor. It seems to be a tribute. There is also a 'Yankui' brand given by Emperor Wenzong..."
Li Sanshun took a deep breath and squinted his eyes with joy.
Qiao Hui smiled and said, "If you like, I can pack a few bags for you."
Li Sanshun refused, "That's not convenient! With your status..."
Qiao Hui burst into laughter. "Who am I? I'm just your companion smoking a pipe in the corner!"
As he spoke, he raised his eyes slightly and looked through the windows. Xian Jin was spreading the rice paper he brought on the table one by one. He lowered his head and looked very seriously as he used his fingertips to feel the toughness of different types of rice paper.
Qiao Hui's eyes were filled with tenderness. "That damn girl tortures you every day. You need to be stronger so that you have the strength to yell back at her."
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