The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

After lunch, Sima Zhao said that he wanted to go out and see the environment of the village

They had just arrived. If they wanted to settle down here, they would have to go to the village head's side to prepare gifts and ask for care.

Sima Zhao did not have much experience. When he came out, he did not bring anything. He only brought a few banknotes and a few sets of clothes.

Banknotes could not be used in the countryside. He was afraid that his whereabouts would be discovered and it would be difficult for him to go to the city to exchange them.

Now, they could only rely on some silver coins and silver coins brought out by Feng Yan as their daily expenses.

"Silang, if you want to visit her, you should first buy a few pieces of clothes for her son. Your clothes are too eye-catching, I'm afraid it's inappropriate. "

Xia Ling took out some silver pieces from Feng Yan's bag and looked at the clothes on Sima Zhao's body. She frowned and reminded him.

They lived in a thatched cottage, but Sima Zhao's green brocade clothes did not seem to fit in with the shabby thatched cottage.

The dark patterns on his Green Robe could be vaguely seen under the Sun. It was a piece of cloth that Jiangnan had offered to the palace. It was worth a thousand gold pieces and was only for the use of the people in the palace.

If Sima Zhao did not change out of his robe, no matter where he went, he would be telling others that he had an extraordinary background and would be easily exposed. He would also be easily targeted and cheated of money.

...

Sima Zhao looked at his body and his expression froze slightly.

"Yan 'Er is right. I will go to the aunt's house next door and ask her. "

Xia Ling nodded and said gently, "then I will trouble you to help us. "

"It's alright. This is what a man should do. "

One word from Xia Ling was more effective than a miracle pill.

Sima Zhao smiled immediately. He took the silver from Xia Ling and left the thatched cottage.

He looked in the direction of the aunt's house next door. The wooden plate was in his hand. He was the one who returned the bowl and chopsticks.

Xia Ling lay on the bed and felt the bright sunlight outside the window. She closed her eyes and covered her face with the handkerchief to block the sunlight.

She was thankful that it was spring and the flowers were blooming. The breeze outside the window was slightly warm, but it was not uncomfortable.

Xia Ling fell asleep unconsciously.

Suddenly, she felt a gaze that seemed to be real, looking down from the sky at her.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and a cold and angular face was reflected in her eyes.

Feng Er stood by her bed, frowned, and extended his hand to her. It seemed that he wanted to wake her up, but he was a little hesitant.

"What's wrong? " Xia Ling sat up.

Facing Feng Er, lying down like this, Xia Ling was not used to being completely suppressed by him.

"The fourth prince is wearing a brocade robe. He first went to visit the mountain chief, and then went to the aunt's house to buy a rough robe to change into. " Feng Er looked directly at Xia Ling and said simply and neatly.

There was a deep meaning in his gaze. As soon as he finished speaking, he left the thatched cottage in a flash.

It was as if he had timed everything perfectly with Sima Zhao.

Feng Er had just disappeared from the window when Sima Zhao's footsteps sounded. He arrived outside the thatched cottage with light footsteps.

"Yan 'er, I'm back. "

After changing into a coarse green short-sleeved cloth, Sima Zhao had a smile on his face. He looked even more sunny than before.

He held a piece of paper in his hand and walked over to pass the paper to Xia Ling. Sima Zhao said again.

"I've already gotten the contract from the mountain chieftain. Now, our thatched cottage and the land in front and behind the cottage will belong to us. We can live here and be self-sufficient, just like the others. "