Chapter 446: Abandoned woman from cold kiln conquers Prince Zhengtai 4

The pheasant was very majestic and majestic. The whole body was green with only a little white down on the back. The pheasant's wings glittered in the sun, the color was bright like silk, and the long sickle feathers were even more vigorous and majestic.

Holding the basket, Shu Ange stood up, the pheasant jumped as fast as lightning, followed by a few servants in blue clothes with short bundled hair.

They were born with upright facial features, ruddy complexions, and frantic eyes, chasing and chasing the brightly colored pheasant.

"Hurry up and catch this son's general, and you will be rewarded!"

A slightly immature voice sounded, and Shu Ange couldn't tell who was speaking across the heavy shadows.

Just listening to an order, those little servants gleamed, rolled up their sleeves and chased the rooster that fled in high spirits.

Seeing the pheasant getting closer and closer, Shu Ange put down the basket.

Thinking of the heavy reward, she kept doing it, took off her robe, arched her waist, and swiftly blocked the pheasant's path.

Shu Ange covered the wide Beizi, and while the pheasant thumped, he pressed his body on it.

The pheasant was arrogant, and after being trapped by her, it kept fluttering, and Shu Ange was crawling on it.

"Wuna village woman, don't hurt the cockfight."

The little servants were robbed of the limelight, and they were not unhappy in their hearts, and it was rude to speak.

Shu Ange wanted to rely on a pheasant in exchange for a reward. Hearing the words, he raised his head and smiled and said, "This pheasant has a wild temperament and is very thumping. It's better to wrap it up temporarily, so as not to hurt its minions."

The other party caught the pheasant in order to use it for cockfighting, Shu Ange's eyes turned slightly, and he immediately took the fun and wrapped the pheasant.

It's just that without Suqing's half-length robe, she only wears a half-arm skirt, which is a little unseemly.

The sound of hoofs sounded like a shower, and the little servants stopped and bowed their heads respectfully.

Shu Ange held the pheasant in his arms and stood there without embarrassment or embarrassment.

After a while, a jujube red little white jumped into the air and stepped on the snow, rushing forward.

Seeing that the horseman was dressed in wealth and honor, Shu Ange glanced at him, his eyes drooping slightly.

An extraordinarily extravagant young man with a splendid appearance and graceful demeanor, a fiery red cloak rests on a radiant face.

The servants crowded around, and the young man held a long whip inlaid with jewels, and said happily: "Quickly bring my dark clouds covered with snow, and reward the old woman with three golden beans."

Old woman? Old woman? Old woman!

Recognized as an old lady, Shu Ange raised her head shyly, regardless of whether she was offended or not.

The pheasant struggled in Shu Ange's arms, and she was facing the passionate eyes of the splendid Luo Yi boy.

The young man's hair crown is very delicate, the jade is white, delicate, moist and thick, and the delicate lotus petals are holding a short-tailed phoenix flying with wings.

The hair crown is carved with great care, and the relief is clearly layered. Even the fine feathers of the phoenix and bird are clearly depicted, and the lines are elegant and stretched.

Shu Ange's eyes fell on the young man's hair crown for too long, which caused him to laugh stubbornly, and loudly shook the whip and the guard beside him said, "This old woman's eyes are burning, is it because she is interested in my jade crown."

With the sound of a whip and a whisper, Shu Ange hurriedly said, "The women don't dare, but they serve the pheasants."

The guard stepped forward with a savage stride, with a mighty expression, and directly picked up Beizi and the pheasant.

The young man fondled his palms with joy, his smile was as innocent as a child's, his face was as picturesque and his eyebrows were as beautiful as daisies, and his lips were soft and glossy.

"I will have a general who is always victorious. Although this woman looks stupid, she has done a great job. Here, I will reward you."

"The target character of this mission strategy appears, and the initial favorability is 30."

Three round golden beans fell on the grass under his feet, and the young man whistled, turned his horse's head and said, "Let's go, let's go catch crickets, this is really a good place."

The servants dispersed like a cloud, the horses hooves hurried away, and the servants and guards were strict, and in a short while they disappeared into the forest.

If the golden beans were not still there and the traces of the grass had not disappeared, Shu Ange would almost suspect that it was a fantasy.

She picked up the golden beans, remembered the system prompt, and suddenly had the urge to cry in the wind.

The windfall was unexpected to Shu Ange, but the system didn't play cards according to common sense, and assigned her a stinky little Zhengtai for her to solve. Isn't it really a joke?

That Zhengtai was only thirteen or fourteen years old, Shu Ange was holding the cold golden bean, and he was a little confused.

Immediately, she comforted herself, and the road to fulfilling the original owner's wish was long and difficult. She dragged on the task for a few years, and Zhengtai was about to grow into a beautiful young man.

Here comes the question, what is your surname, young man? Where is home? Betrothed?

Shu Ange looked confused, and the system forced her to give her a target to be attacked. The opponent came and went like lightning. Does she want to attack in her dream?

Picking up the basket full of herbs, Shu Ange put the golden beans in his purse.

In the war-torn era, silver, precious and cheap antique paintings and calligraphy were worthless, but gold was still very valuable.

If you want to convert gold beans into money, you must go to Chang'an City. As the sun sets, Shu Ange rushes to Wu'anpo, thinking about making a living.

When I got home, the sky was completely dark, and there were three stones in the shape of a zigzag placed at the entrance of the cave.

Shu Ange opened the wooden door, kicked the stone aside, and rubbed his shoulders.

It seems that Mrs. Fan, who collects cloth and female red in the village, has come here. The villagers can't write, and they often make small signs to remind themselves that they have come.

Wang Baochuan stayed in the cave every day and rarely went out during the day.

Shu Ange went out for a while, and only came back in the evening, and Aunt Fan rarely flinched.

After entering the door, in the dark, she wrapped the cloth woven by the original owner and the purse handkerchief that she had sewn together, and rushed towards Aunt Fan's house under the big locust tree in the village.

The original owner worked for six or seven days to weave these fabrics and make these embroidery items.

Shu Ange sent the cloth and embroidery to Aunt Fan, and only received 700 copper coins in exchange.

After receiving the heavy copper coins, Shu Ange sighed and said hello to Mrs. Fan, and Shun would not pick up the work in the future.

Aunt Fan is a little wider and can speak well. She praised Shu Ange like a flower and urged her to continue to be a female celebrity.

"Miss Xue, your craftsmanship can be ranked among the top 10 in our eight townships. If you don't do it, it will be a pity. Otherwise, the aunt will negotiate with the master for you?"

"No, I'm too tired recently, and my body can't hold it."

Aunt Fan sighed and continued to persuade: "Ms. Xue, who was born in Jin Jiaoyugui, has suffered great grievances here in Wu'anpo. It's just that the man is not at home, how can you live as a woman."

Shu Ange had made up her mind, but she just smiled lightly when she heard the words: "I've made my aunt bother, I'll go back to Chang'an City in a few days."

When she said this, Aunt Fan's heart was agitated, and she squeezed out a bright smile: "Go back, Madam Xue has an idea."

Aunt Fan thought of coming from the prime minister's house and did not persuade her any further.

There is no death hatred between parents and children. If Mrs. Xue goes back and admits her mistake, it will not be with the He Meimei family again.

Aunt Fan thought so, and her attitude became more and more respectful.

(Lan Qiaojun focuses on the heroine to live her own life, and by the way, abuse the scumbag. Our slogan is: To take revenge, but also to have a wonderful life!)