Chapter 159 Do you want to sleep with me?

When you brush the tung oil, the paper will become translucent and strong, rain-proof, moisture-proof and corrosion-proof, a bit similar to later plastic products.

There is no plastic in this era, and paper with tung oil is particularly novel and beautiful.

Xue Mei dyed the paper light red, and the little prince painted the plum branches and two magpies on the branches.

Umbrella bones require some skills.

Xue Mei communicated with the old bamboo craftsman for two days and finally successfully made an umbrella bone.

After the umbrella bones were made, Xue Mei asked the old bamboo craftsman to help him stick the umbrella surface.

The old bamboo craftsman is much more sophisticated than Xue Mei, and he will do it in a short while.

After doing it, he tried it himself and found that this thing is light and beautiful.

The cooked tung oil squeezed has a bit of flavor, but it is not as bad as raw tung oil. If you put it in a few days, it will not be frightening.

"Minister, you are so delicate! Only you can think of such exquisite things." The old bamboo craftsman praised Xue Mei.

Xue Mei was embarrassed: "It was not what I thought of, I saw it from the book."

The old bamboo craftsman was slightly stunned and then said, "That's also the county lord, you have read a lot of books. How could other people not think of it?"

Xue Mei smiled.

The first oil-paper umbrella was released. After so much experience, Xue Mei was very satisfied with the results.

After she finished, she hung it in the courtyard to dry it.

The cat watched the whole process and knew that it was designed by Xue Mei alone. This was her hard work, so she meowed at her.

Xue Mei gently stroked his head.

The oil-paper umbrella has to be dried. The little prince has a lot of business and is busy with other things. He has not come back yet and has not seen the finished product.

On the evening, Xue Mei and Mao entered the space.

Xiao Jingcheng admired the oil-paper umbrella very much: "It's really beautiful."

Then, the conversation immediately changed, "The military chariots, crossbows, shields, spears and other weapons are easily depleted. Once the tung oil is applied, it can be stored for a longer time..."

Xue Mei: "..."

Xiao Jingcheng looked like a stick, but he didn't see that Xue Mei was unhappy and continued: "What kind of oil-paper umbrella is used for this thing? It's really a waste."

Xue Mei couldn't bear it anymore and pinched his face.

When they both talk, they sat on the ground. Xue Mei had not many other things except medicine and there were no chairs in the space.

It was very convenient for her to pinch his face.

"Not everything is given to you camp first. Apart from the warriors, we ordinary people are worth enjoying a little bit." Xue Mei said, "Prince Rui, do you care about anything other than Baiya Town?"

"I care about you." Xiao Jingcheng said.

When he spoke, he always looked at Xue Mei with bright eyes, with a little sincerity.

Xue Mei was seen by him and felt a little guilty.

"What a good son of my mother." Xue Mei pinched his face again, "Then I will turn around and take out a hundred kilograms of tung oil for you from the case."

"I can't go back." Xiao Jingcheng sighed softly.

He didn't even refute the word "good son".

He can't go back. No matter how good the tung oil is, what's the use?

At this moment, Xiao Jingcheng suddenly remembered something: if he returns to his body, he will have more trouble.

Because he needed to garrison Baiya Town, and Xue Mei...

According to his understanding of Xue Mei, Xue Mei likes the prosperity of Kyoto very much, and she may not be willing to go to Baiya Town with him.

Baiya Town is the border after all, and even if it has been a little stable over the years, it is far less lively than Kyoto. Xiao Jingcheng felt distressed even if he really took her there.

Sometimes he comes back once every two or three years, and sometimes once a year.

It's only a few days since I came back.

If so, how could he have time to see Xue Mei?

Unlike him, Xiao Mingyu would stay in Kyoto, and he would be around Xue Mei all day long.

Xue Mei is doing business with him again...

When Xiao Jingcheng thought of this, his heart ached and suddenly felt that Xiao Mingyu's nephew should have been beaten to death with one stick.

Xiao Jingcheng looked at Xue Mei regularly.

"If I return to my body, I will marry you as my concubine. At that time, will you go to Baiya Town with me?" Xiao Jingcheng asked her.

Xue Mei: "..."

She did not quarrel with Xiao Jingcheng.

After thinking about it seriously, Xue Mei asked him: "Do you admire me?"

Xiao Jingcheng: “…”

"Does the world feel broad and bright when you see me?" Xue Mei asked again, "If you miss me if you don't see me, you will be happy when you see me?"

There is this one.

Because he is Xue Mei’s pet cat.

He nodded: "Yes."

Xue Mei looked at him again and asked seriously: "Then do you want to sleep with me?"

Xiao Jingcheng was stunned and his face was not right.

He resisted the urge to get angry: "I'm not that naughty."

"This is not called vulgarity, this is called normal feelings. If a man likes a woman, he naturally wants to get close to her, hug her, kiss her, and even be greedy for having sex with her.

You are twenty-four or twenty-five years old, and you are both emotional and desire-boosting. Even a slight heartbeat will start. Have you ever imagined these? Is the object of your fantasy?" Xue Mei asked.

Xiao Jingcheng clenched his fists.

Xue Mei looked at his expression and then made a judgment: "You don't."

"Don't mess around. Every word you say is all the behavior of licentious people." Xiao Jingcheng said.

Xue Mei didn't want to poke him.

Because it is very immoral to reveal the sad things of others.

But this child always wants to marry her, which is just a kind of mentality of repaying kindness.

You saved me, you need the identity of the princess to show off your power, you need someone to help you when you fight, I can give you all this, so I marry you.

Marriage is not like this.

Love is thin without desire, let alone marriage?

"You are also so kind to Cheng Lanqing. Are you polite and kind?" Xue Mei asked suddenly.

Xiao Jingcheng's face suddenly changed.

His eyes sank for a moment: "Who told you what?"

"I always knew." Xue Mei smiled, "Don't you have a fiancée named Cheng Lanqing, she committed suicide?"

At this moment, Xiao Jingcheng was full of anger.

Just imagine, if his fiancée was humiliated and committed suicide, Xiao Jingcheng suffered from torture in both emotional and dignity.

Not to mention this era of patriarchal power supremacy, no one can withstand such experiences in later generations.

Without psychological counseling, you may suffer from mental illness.

How can a mother poke a scar on the child’s heart?

Xue Mei said the wrong thing.

He should be advised slowly not to link marriage with repaying kindness, and not to block your mother's path to raising a good son. Being a good son can also support her.

Instead, just say Cheng Lanqing to stimulate him.

"I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing." Xue Mei apologized to him seriously and said softly, "My relationship with you is not a comparison of any relationship. I shouldn't compare anyone.

If I said the wrong thing, you can get angry. What compensation do you want? As long as it is within my ability, I will try my best to do it. I am wrong more."

Xiao Jingcheng's shoulder lines were a little loose.

"I want something." His voice was a little dull.

"What?"
Chapter completed!