Prime Minister Wen looked at Xiao Zhang and said, "Your Majesty's favor is a blessing to me, but your Majesty still prioritizes your offspring, so I will not stay any longer."

Xiao Zhang: “…”

In the final analysis, you just want to go home and be with your wife, right?

Xiao Zhang looked at the white and green food in front of him and felt a little annoyed. Who wants to eat green food?!

When did the practice of eating chili peppers come about in history?

No impression at all.

Facing these bland and tasteless meals every day, I'm going crazy.

Especially in the summer when it’s hot and you have no appetite.

hot?

ice?

Xiao Zhang looked at the ice in front of him and asked, "Xiao Shengzi, how much money does this palace spend on ice every year?"

Xiao Zhang wanted to call back Prime Minister Wen who had left.

Looking at the sky, I guess we’re almost home.

Xiao Zhang found the food tasteless. At the beginning of the novel world, there were various ancient costume dramas or palace fighting dramas, which described the imperial meals as so beautiful.

But now, in his opinion, the snacks might not be as delicious as the ones in the night market in his previous life. The most important reason is that the snacks contain chili peppers!

In my previous life, I was a person who loved spicy food.

The only regret of traveling through time is that there is no world with chili peppers.

Sighed several times.

Xiao Shengzi tried his best to minimize his presence, because the questions asked by the emperor were generally beyond his ability to answer, especially those about strange plants.

Fanghanwu.

Wen Han looked at the sky outside. It was already evening, so he looked at Wen Xia.

Wen Xia: "There are two more people waiting outside."

Wen Han touched his forehead, his eyes a little vague.

She had never been so cruel to a beauty before, and more importantly, she had never turned a beauty away or made her wait.

What a sin!

What a sin!

Looking at Wen Han's eyes, Wen Xia and Liu Dong showed contempt in unison.

Wen Han: "...People have many hobbies in their lives. Isn't my only hobby to love beautiful women?"

Wen Xia: "And there's a script."

Liu Dong: "And cakes."

Wen Xia: "There are also women dressed as men."

Liu Dong: "And..."

“Stop!!”

Wen Han watched as the two men sang the same tune and were about to expose all her secrets.

Wen Han: "Save some face for me."

Liu Dong spoke calmly, "The master also knows that we are currently out of the country. He said that we must hide all our preferences, otherwise... they will become a weapon for others to attack."

Wen Han: "So?"

"Oh! Master, you've become stupid! I understand Liu Dong's intention. He wants you to be more restrained and not show your likes and dislikes so openly. It's too obvious."

One day, Wen Han actually saw disgust towards himself in Wen Xia's eyes.

Wen Han silently looked at Wen Xia in front of him, lowered his head silently, feeling ashamed. What should he do?

One day, Wen Han, who stood at the top of the food chain because of his eloquence, was criticized by others.

Wen Han knew the pain deeply and changed his ways.

The next day, he directly ordered the abolition of the concubines' daily greetings.

Wen Xia: “…” This can still be kept for a while.

Whenever I went out to gather information in the past, my face would drop as soon as I heard it was from Fanghanwu.

Now is the time to be proud, why is it abolished?

Wen Han: "Don't you think it's even more sad to look at so many beauties every day and not be able to love them?

It would have been better if I hadn’t known about them in the beginning, then maybe I wouldn’t have been so sad later.”

Wen Xia: “…”

They are all fallacies.

The two also knew that they were almost all afraid of trouble, but most of the time it was another situation.

As the master said, when the water is too clear, there will be no fish.

If you want to be truly clear-headed, the most important thing is to ensure whether the current emperor is incompetent and whether he can easily forget himself because of the slander of others.

In order to verify this emperor, her father spent more than ten years, and only after she entered the palace did he dare to sever all family ties.

This was not something Wen Han found out from Liu Dong or Wen Xia, but something he inferred.

It's easy to guess her father's character, right?

The father is so supportive, how can the daughter control the harem if she doesn’t work harder?

To avoid emotional entanglement later, it is better to cut it off right from the beginning.

Chatting and everything, treat everyone equally.

However, after it was actually done, Wen Han couldn't help but feel a little reluctant.

The harem really gathered all the beauties of the entire dynasty, but before she could see these beauties in person, they were strangled to death in her arms.

There is no hope in life.

Liu Dong handed Wen Han a picture book and said, "Master, the storybook you are following has been updated."

Wen Han immediately started to work, "Quick, prepare some snacks for me."

Liu Dong looked at Wen Xia outside the door and nodded slowly.

Wen Xia was so excited that she almost jumped up.

…

Because Wen Han suddenly canceled the news of paying respects to the Empress in the morning, people in the palace were talking about it.

Among them, the one that everyone thought was the most reasonable was that Wen Han was ugly and not suitable to be seen by others.

Three months later.

As the people in Fanghanwu gradually got the hang of the affairs in the harem, the conflicts over the finances of the Imperial Household Department, the families of the concubines, and various interests gradually became clear.

Anyway, there is basically no one who is close to their family, and they are almost all acquaintances.

With piles of bills and various expenses, the money in the emperor's private treasury is basically not enough.

Wen Han had a headache.

It is impossible to sell the emperor's things privately.

Forget it, there will always be a way when you reach the mountain.

"Xia Xia, have you bought my script?"

Since he mastered the rules of script updates, Wen Han brought it up naturally.

"Master, it has been updated, but..." Before Wen Xia could finish his words, the script in his hand was snatched away.

As I wished, I saw the script in Wen Han's hands.

Wen Xia: "Master, you haven't finished sorting this yet."

Wen Han waved his hand calmly, "It's nothing. The emperor doesn't have time to deal with these things anyway. The most important thing is, the emperor doesn't even pay our monthly allowance, so how can he deduct my monthly allowance?

The punishment I most want him to give me is to relieve me of my responsibilities."

Wen Xia: “…”

Wen Xia retreated, and Liu Dong hadn't spoken yet.

Wen Han flipped through the script in his hand, his eyes never leaving the book. "I know, persistence is brave, but giving up is happy."

Liu Dong and Wen Xia looked at each other and waved their hands helplessly.

The few hobbies that the master has in the deep palace cannot be deprived by them.

Liu Dong could only helplessly remind, "Master, remember, tomorrow is when the Emperor returns from the palace."

Wen Han: "I understand."

His eyes didn't move away from the book, like an emotionless reply machine.

Wen Xia looked at Liu Dong with a look of deep suspicion, "Does the master hear this?"

Liu Dong: "Should I?"

It’s just that Wen Han was too engrossed in the play in front of him, and probably couldn’t hear what they said.