The commander-in-chief is handsome and charming

Knowing that it was not a big deal, Shen Qingdai felt relieved.

Anyway, going to the Imperial College is His Majesty's order.

I think Ling Yun himself knows his limits.

Sat under the eaves for a while.

I thought of the account book of Zhuangzi that was delivered the day before.

Shen Qingdai got up and went back to her room.

Only when I sat in front of the window did I open the book.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the jade pendant pressed aside.

Shen Qingdai tapped her forehead in annoyance, wondering how could she have forgotten about this thing.

I really didn’t know how to solve it before.

Now, it's easy.

He picked up the jade pendant and looked at it.

He bumped right into the corner of the table.

"Crack!" The dragon pendant broke apart.

Ling Shuang was shocked. "Madam..."

"Tell someone to send it to Cui Xiang and ask him to review and revise it."

She has a good grasp of the angle, if it is designed well.

There is no problem in changing it to a few small pendants.

Ling Shuang: ...

Although I don't understand what my wife means.

But he still bowed and responded.

He lowered his head and took the cracked jade pendant.

Shen Qingdai thought for a moment and added, "Send it in two batches."

Although for making money.

But don't leave any hidden dangers.

Although Cui Xiang is reliable.

It is hard to say whether the craftsman can be trusted.

If there really is something in this jade pendant, it would be troublesome.

"Yes!" Ling Shuang responded.

I saw her lower her head and start to look through the account book.

Then he took the jade pendant and went out.

He kept half of it with him and asked someone to send the other half to the shop to find Cui Xiang.

Cui Xiang has indeed been hanging out in that shop these days.

When I received this half of the jade pendant.

Looking at the quality of the jade and the craftsmanship, he secretly cursed Ling Yun.

“What a spendthrift!”

"Can such a good jade be broken into pieces?"

“I’m so heartbroken, so heartbroken!”

He muttered to himself and went to discuss with the craftsman with a distressed look on his face.

Ling Yun sneezed violently several times in the study.

TM!

Who is not afraid of death and curses her behind her back?

Then he held the brush in his mouth and stared at the rice paper in front of him in a daze.

Did Old Man Liu do this on purpose?

Let her write some crap article.

Why consider her identity?

Just write an article about the border war.

Border war?

Is it easier to write about border wars?

What is there to write about? Isn't it just that you cut me with a knife and I stab you with a gun?

Ling Yun held the brush in his mouth and stared at the rice paper.

Inexplicable irritability!

Old Liu is sick!!!

Thinking of this, she threw the pen directly on the table.

Write shit!

If you are sick, you should go see Old Man Ge.

Let Old Man Ge go and check on Old Man Liu.

Ling Yun rubbed his hands excitedly.

She's such a genius.

It must be because the weather is hot and Old Man Liu is very angry.

So I thought of ways to torture her.

Thinking of this, he stood up.

He raised his hand and straightened his clothes.

Then pick up the fan on the table.

He stepped out and called out, "Ling Feng, prepare the car!"

She went out in a hurry.

Headmaster Shen Qingdai looked through the account books of the three farms.

He leaned back in the chair and stretched slightly.

Then he took a sip of the tea that Ling Shuang had brought over.

"Is the master still in the study?"

"Madam, probably." Ling Shuang had been serving her.

I haven't heard that Ling Yun went out either.

"Let's go and take a look." Shen Qingdai stood up with a faint smile.

She seldom went to Lingyun's study.

Before, I was not sure about the relationship between the two and did not dare to go over it easily.

Later various things needed to be dealt with.

I don't have time to go and take a look.

I have nothing to do today, so I might as well go and get familiar with it.

Because they were in their own yard, Shen Qingdai was not in a hurry.

Ling Xue and Shi Bupan were told to watch over the yard.

Bring Ling Shuang all the way here.

Then,

"Gone out?" Shen Qingdai looked at the servant guarding the study.

He blinked blankly.

He didn’t even go to the Imperial College, so where is he going now?

She stood in front of the door thinking, and the servant stood respectfully on one side.

I asked carefully, "Madam, would you like to go in and take a look?"

"Can I go in?" Shen Qingdai asked again uncertainly.

Is there anything in this study that I shouldn’t see?

"The master has ordered that the madam can go anywhere." The servant lowered his head and opened the door.

Then he stepped aside politely.

Shen Qingdai looked at the study room with its door open.

Look at Ling Shuang again.

Then he walked in.

Then he was stunned.

This study room...

She found a travel book last time.

It was Ling Shuang who came and gave it to her.

She didn't know that Ling Yun's study was so...

So simple!

I looked around the empty study.

Then his eyes fell on the desk.

The ink hasn't dried yet.

The pen was thrown directly onto the blank rice paper, leaving a pool of black stain.

The teacup was thrown aside carelessly.

Shen Qingdai couldn't help laughing.

Just looking at this table, you can see Ling Yun's irritability.

He looked down at the ink stain.

Smiling and sitting on the chair.

"Take someone to the warehouse and ask them to bring some things over to decorate it." He picked up the pen that was thrown on the paper.

The voice instructed calmly.

Ling Shuang smiled and bowed, "Yes."

But I'm still worried.

He told the servant to call Ling Xue over.

It was not until Ling Xue came over and stood guard at the door that she led her men to the warehouse.

Shen Qingdai holds a pen.

I looked at the rice paper stained with ink.

Looked at the rice paper on one side.

After thinking about it, I put the brush in and dipped it lightly.

Then he picked up the pen and lightly sketched on the paper.

She sat behind the desk with a smile on her face.

Ling Shuang came back with people soon.

Seeing that she was writing something, he waved his hand to signal her to slow down.

Carefully find a place for the ornaments and vases you brought and put them in.

It was sent back and forth several times.

When Shen Qingdai looked up, the study finally looked somewhat like what it was.

Although there are still not many books, at least they are not as poor as before.

The pen in your hand is gently placed aside.

Then he stretched his stiff neck.

"Let's go."

"Ask someone to buy some books tomorrow."

"It doesn't matter if it's the Four Books or the Five Classics."

"Or bring back the marching formations as well."

Shen Qingdai didn't know what the books outside looked like at that time.

But that’s probably all.

After thinking for a while, he added, "You can also bring back some wild news, miscellaneous notes, travel notes, and storybooks."

"Yes!" Ling Shuang responded respectfully.

After leaving the house, Ling Xue bowed with a smile, "Madam, are you ready to go back?"

"Well, let's go back." Ling Yun was not there either.

There was no point in her being here.

Leading the group back to the main courtyard, Shi Bupang was staring at a green plant in the courtyard in a daze.

Hearing the sound, he looked over quickly.

Then his face fell and he said, "Madam, this little tree is going to die."

“The leaves are starting to turn yellow.”

Shen Qingdai looked at the leaf in her hand with a smile.

"It's okay. It's a rare blessing to have raised it for such a long time." Kyoto has a dry climate.

Shen Qingdai didn't force it.

I took a closer look at the small tree and saw that the leaves were indeed a light yellow.

"Let's ask someone to carry him out." It was obvious that he could not be taken care of.

Shen Qingdai simply gave up.

After thinking for a while, he looked at Ling Shuang again and said, "I remember that Lord Liu likes Podocarpus, so he asked someone to send that pot over."

After saying that, he pointed to the bonsai on one side.

no way!

Who made my grandfather good at causing trouble?