When Yan Qingcheng received the secret letter from Li Heng, his excited hands trembled. There was no news about Ye Qing in the past few days, and he couldn't see him. For Yan Qingcheng, these days, it was as difficult as living the day as the year.

Now I suddenly received a letter from Ye Qing to Li Heng to send her. Although I knew it would not be a personal matter, I was still full of excitement and a little excitement.

"You said he asked me to buy a large number of petals? Is it okay to do whatever petals it is? Is it useful?" Yan Qingcheng did not open the thick letter as soon as possible, but asked after Li Heng passed the message.

"I didn't say anything for it. As for Huapean, he said, any petal is fine, as long as it is not a leaf or a weed." Li Heng had already conveyed the words Ye Qing told Yan Qingcheng when he came out of Ye Qing's house.

"Then is he saying anything else?" Yan Qingcheng felt a little expectation in his heart. It was like a long time when he didn't see each other for a day. For her, the last time she met Ye Qing, it seemed that it had happened a long time ago.

"It's gone, I didn't say anything more." Li Heng shook his head, and that's all Ye Qing told me.

Yan Qingcheng didn't give up and asked someone to send a letter and said nothing. For her, she always felt that something was missing, so she racked her brains and thought for a long time and asked, "What should I do to collect the petals? How to store them? Should I tell him and let him come and take a look?"

"This... he didn't say it." Li Heng paused, and then said, "But I think I'll forget it these days. Yesterday he went to the imperial guard camp and was buried by the high wall built up by sacks. When he was dug out..."

"What? Then is he okay? You'er, prepare a carriage..." Yan Qingcheng was shocked, and in an instant, as if the sky had collapsed, his mind was dazed, and his hands and feet became a little cold.

"Ahem... He's fine. If he has something to do, he won't ask me to send you a letter. It's a bit inconvenient to move. It's probably a few days to keep it." Li Heng looked at Yan Qingcheng's nervous and helpless look, and he was quite puzzled. The eldest lady of the Yan family didn't care so much about them, such as the imperial guards on weekdays. Why did he hear something wrong with Ye Qing, and he felt even more nervous than his father's accident?

Seeing Li Heng looking at him with a strange look, Yan Qingcheng felt guilty for no reason, pinching the envelope with his hand and thinking uneasy, saying, "Then...then thank you."

Yan Qingcheng wanted to ask where he was hurt, but for some reason, when the words came out of his mouth, they turned into thanks to Li Heng. So after watching Li Heng leave, Yan Qingcheng couldn't feel at ease in his heart and kept thinking about how Ye Qing was doing now.

Fortunately, when I noticed the letter in my hand again, a sweet smile appeared on my face, and I took the letter and walked into my embroidery building.

There are more than ten pieces of paper in the letter, and the handwriting is like some so-called rare words Yan Qingcheng said. You can tell at a glance that it was indeed written by Ye Qing. However, compared to the advice I gave me at the beginning, the handwriting is much more solid than before. Although it is not strong and powerful, and the dragon and the phoenix dance, it is reasonable and can be used.

The above details how to make candles, how to purify oil and other related matters. However, in the last note, a paragraph was written: "Remember not to spread it outside, find someone you trust and do it with trustworthy people, otherwise you will be divided into 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the 30% of the

Looking at the short passage in the last note, Yan Qingcheng's mouth couldn't help but smile a knowing smile and muttered to himself: "Hmph, you are a lover of money, and I'm just comparing you to an orchid in the valley. If you are willing, I'm willing!"

"Miss, what are you talking about?" You'er's voice came from behind.

Yan Qingcheng was shocked and felt nervous. He was so reflexive that he had to reach out to cover the letter papers. But suddenly he felt that there was nothing written on these papers, and he felt guilty.

"Oh, nothing, I'm looking at these things. By the way, you hand over these to Manager Su and ask him to find reliable people in the workshop to try to make the candles as written on it." Yan Qingcheng sorted out more than ten pieces of paper in turn, and when he saw a short passage of the last note, he suddenly felt a little hesitant.

So after handing the dozen pieces of paper in his hand to You'er, he suddenly repents: "Wait for a moment for You'er."

"What's wrong with Miss?" You'er, who just came in, was still confused. She always felt that the lady seemed a little abnormal today. Although her mood was much better than in the past two days, she still felt that there was something different.

"Wait, I will copy this and then give it to General Manager Su. Let's put the original letter here first." Yan Qingcheng was very afraid that You'er would find out that her little thought was to leave more than a dozen pieces of paper written by Ye Qing.

So after he finished speaking, he took the dozen pieces of paper from You'er's hand, and while walking towards the study, he urged You'er, who was stunned, to grind the ink quickly.

Ye Qing has lived a member of the past two days, as comfortable as a master, and a quiet life. When he opened his mouth and clothes, he stretched out his hands. From time to time, he sat on the recliner and groaned a few times, which would attract Bai Chun and Jinse to ask nervously, what's wrong, is it uncomfortable again?

So the two women would hurriedly push Ye Qing's shoulder from behind, and put a mat made of new cotton on Ye Qing's waist. In short, it would make the only male in the family comfortable, for fear of making him feel uncomfortable.

Cotton was already available in the Song Dynasty. It was just used as a quilt or as a clothes. It was not the kind of cotton that was used to make it. It was the same as velvet in the previous life, but it was already soft and comfortable.

Bai Chun was reluctant to use the new cotton. He had always thought of waiting for wintertime to make a new quilt for each of the three of them, but now he saw Ye Qing humming and oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Bai Chun couldn't bear it, so he had to make a thick new mattress and a new quilt for Ye Qing first. After making a cushion on a recliner for Ye Qing, there was not much left. Even two thin quilts for her and Jin Sexu were not enough.

Under the mulberry tree in the afternoon, Bai Chun and Jinse had just served Mr. Ye on the recliner, and Jinse hurriedly and obediently put the newly brewed tea at hand after Mr. Ye finished the medicine.

Bai Chun looked at him coldly, holding a bird egg that he picked from the yard where he didn't know where he was looking at him pitifully.

Taking a long breath, the scene on his chest also undulated perfectly. He looked at Ye Qing again with indifferent eyes, and then said coldly: "Okay, you wait."

"Hehe, thank you sister-in-law." The poor man immediately smiled.

After watching Bai Chun leave, the little girl Jinse turned around alertly and glanced at Bai Chun's leaving back, then squatted beside Ye Qing and asked quietly: "Young Master, can you really hatch it like this?"

"I don't know, try it. Otherwise, how about you holding it at night? If a little phoenix hatches, you can call you mother." Ye Qing looked at the gray-green little bird egg mixed with brown in his palm and said carelessly.

"I don't want it. Jinse hasn't married yet. If you ask it to call her mother, wouldn't it be a thrust on the back of the bone..."

"Are you stupid? This is a bird, a phoenix, and not a human, who will..."

"Then I don't want it either." Jinse pouted. Anyway, she didn't want to hold such a small bird egg when she was sleeping at night.

Moreover, the bird egg was picked up from the grass as a stone while walking with Ye Qing yesterday. I thought it was a fast stone, but who knew that after picking it up, it turned out to be a bird egg, so Ye Qing was bored in his palm.

In the past two days, I begged Bai Chun to give him some new cotton so that he could set up his home with this bird egg, but Bai Chun didn't agree. But for some reason, today, looking at Ye Qing's pitiful appearance, he agreed for the first time.

After a while, Bai Chun walked over with a cold face and took a ball of new cotton in his hand, and then handed it to Ye Qing with an unhappy look, saying, "If you can't hatch him, you will pay me ten kilograms of new cotton."

At this time, the little traitor immediately united the front with her lady: "That's right, the lady said yesterday that this bird egg was found in our house. It must have been abandoned by the bird. I knew it could not be hatched, so I abandoned it. You don't believe it, and you still want to hatch it. Jinse thinks it's just a waste of new cotton."

"Hey... you little traitor, just now, wanted to ask the hatched bird to call you mother. Now your lady has changed your mind as soon as you come, right? You little fence-bearing, can you stand firmer?" Ye Qing stared at the eyes and conquered the little fence-bearing, and then slowly got up from the recliner.

Seeing this, the two women in front of him had no choice but to help Ye Qing up from the recliner, and then saw Ye Qing walking to the pile of firewood beside the courtyard wall, looking for the thin dead branches and leaves.

"Why don't you put some mulberry leaves for it?"

"This is a bird egg, not a cocoon, can it hatch and can it sprinkle silkworms?" Ye Qing's face turned old and turned a blank look at the little fence-headed grass that had come up with bad ideas.

"What if?" Jinse curled her lips and said dissatisfiedly.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you." Holding a nest set up by new cotton, I slowly searched for suitable dead branches and leaves next to the pile of firewood.

"Are you going to the banquet tomorrow like this?" Bai Chun said with some concern as he walked like a puppet, like a puppet walking, like an old man in his twilight years.

"Go, why not? It's a bit inappropriate if I don't go for the first time, right?" Ye Qing said without looking back.

Since I made up my mind to survive in the Southern Song Dynasty, I had to do some personnel and work. I was sobbing every day and planned a lot of things in my mind, what are the dangers around me, and what specific directions come from.

Including the potential danger of Bai Chun and the potential danger of Yan Qingcheng, Ye Qing had plenty of time in the past two days. Under the service of Bai Chun and Jinse, he sat on the recliner under the mulberry tree, thinking and making complete thoughts and decisions.

Bai Chun looked at the tall back silently, not knowing whether his brother-in-law is mentally sound. He has never seen anyone with a bird egg as concerned as he and Jinse, the little traitor. Now he is helping Ye Qing find some dry leaves that he thinks are suitable for.

However, what surprised Bai Chun was that Ye Qing, who was injured for some reason, gave her a feeling of being more at ease. She did not always give herself a feeling of being before she was injured, as if she would suddenly disappear into her world.
Chapter completed!