Wen Hemian didn't speak, so Xie Lang didn't speak either, but kept staring at her expectantly.
As time went on, his gaze visibly dimmed: "Fine, I've put the Grand Tutor in a difficult position. If the Grand Tutor is unwilling, then just pretend I didn't say anything..."
Wen Hemian quickly spoke up to stop his wandering thoughts: "Alright, when did I say no? I won't say that again."
Wen Hemian vaguely realized that he had underestimated his importance in the young emperor's heart.
She arrived too late. Having experienced the coldness and warmth of human relationships in the harem for so many years, Xie Lang was inherently somewhat sinister and stubborn. Being oppressed by powerful officials only accelerated his descent into darkness, but it cannot be denied that these traits were inherent to him.
Let's take it one step at a time.
Wen Hemin, relax.
Having received the assurance, Xie Lang's expression instantly brightened. His eyes flickered, and he said seriously, "I am not trying to force the Grand Tutor. It's just that the relationship between the Grand Tutor and me is not like that of an ordinary ruler and his subject. I hope that we will never drift apart."
Xie Lang knew that estrangement was the beginning of alienation, and he wanted to completely eliminate that possibility.
Wen Hemian curled her lips: "His Majesty said both good and bad things."
She didn't really want to talk to Xie Lang for the time being.
She didn't know where the little brat had learned his tea ceremony skills from, and she was a bit overwhelmed by them.
Xie Lang obediently said, "I was wrong, Grand Tutor, please don't be angry."
Wen Hemian: "Heh."
Who would believe this nonsense?
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The dams in the Linjiang area were reinforced just before the rainy season, and after several heavy rains, there was no sign of them breaching. However, this year's rains were particularly heavy, and a lot of farmland was flooded, which will definitely affect the grain yield.
But there's nothing we can do about it. We can only wait until the rainy season ends and then send people down to assess the losses. At that time, we will coordinate the allocation of grain to prevent a food shortage in winter.
In the original book, this was a turbulent era. After all, the male and female protagonists always have to overcome difficulties. Xie Lang is the villain, and the entire era is their backdrop.
The world in the book is cruel and real.
At this moment, she was someone inside, in a high position, and could no longer simply stand by and watch indifferently.
After finishing his official duties, Wen Heming took some time to visit the farm.
Sweet potatoes are hardy and not picky about their growing environment, which is why they grew well after being introduced. Uncle Liu didn't take much care of them, and they grew lush and green, and he could already imagine the scene of a bountiful harvest.
As for how to spread it? That's a very easy problem to solve.
Wen Heming could use his caravans to spread this novel crop far and wide, and as long as someone was willing to plant it, it would gradually spread.
Sometimes, the power of the imperial court may not be as fast as that of the people.
"I will send someone to inform you, young master, when the harvest is plentiful!"
Uncle Liu had a big smile on his face.
As the person in charge of the farm, he had witnessed the growth of the sweet potatoes firsthand. Although he had not yet seen the final results, he was completely convinced of Wen Hemian's abilities and was filled with joy.
In official circles, Wen Hemian rarely saw such a simple and genuine smile, and she couldn't help but be touched by it: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Farmers rely on the land for their entire lives. As the lowest level of society, they may seem ordinary, but they have a purpose in supporting others and driving progress.
Wen Hemian has great respect for the people who grow their food.
Uncle Liu waved his hand repeatedly: "It's not hard work, it's not hard work."
After confirming that everything was going smoothly, Wen Hemian returned to her residence. She had only been sitting down for a short while when she saw a flying shadow hovering outside the courtyard. After a while, Liuwu landed in front of her with its head tilted to the side.
Wen Hemian asked in surprise, "Why are you back again?"
The large bird made a gurgling sound in its throat, nuzzled affectionately in front of her, and then raised its claws after standing still.
Here you are.
Wen Hemian strangely sensed human emotions emanating from this large bird.
With a complicated expression, she removed the letter tube tied to Liu Wu's leg.
The Prince of Huailing's calligraphy, written in a vigorous and unrestrained style, appeared exceptionally crowded on the small piece of paper.
"Shuiyunfang, the seventh day of the seventh month, at the third quarter of the hour of Xu."
Qixi Festival?
Wen Hemian felt that the reason her father chose this day was not because of anything special, but simply because he didn't know what he wanted her to do there, and could only wait for that day to arrive.
It's a good habit to burn things immediately after reading them. After reading the note, Wen Hemian burned it right away. Even if it didn't contain any secrets, it was still not good for it to fall into other people's hands.
Seeing that she was thinking, the big bird tilted its head and thought for a moment as well, then moved closer to her without making a sound. It was clearly a bird of prey, but it insisted on pretending to be harmless, which was really funny.
Wen Hemian laughed: "Stop it, I know. You've worked hard. Stay a few more days before you leave. I promise Qingyun will feed you until you're plump."
Liuwu was raised when it was still a chick and is very affectionate. When it heard Wen Hemian say this, its round eyes lit up and it fluttered its wings.
Happy!
Wen Heming shook his head.
Qixi Festival is a festival for lovers, and Wen Hemian had no intention of harming others, so she politely declined all introductions from people.
This time, however, her father had specifically instructed her to go and see him, and Wen Hemian was really looking forward to that day.
What she hadn't expected was that some court officials were naturally enthusiastic. When the day came, right after the morning court session, even though she wanted to slip away quickly, she was still caught.
This man was an old man from the Ministry of Rites, surnamed Fang. He didn't have any other hobbies except introducing people to potential marriage partners. He wasn't a matchmaker, and no one knew why he was so fond of doing this, which caused most of the younger men in the court to avoid him.
Wen Hemian was unlucky; she was standing at the very front during court, which put her at a disadvantage compared to others. When she was caught, she felt utterly hopeless.
"Better to die than to die myself," Ye Zhaoxuan gave her a helpless look, while he and his colleagues quickly took the opportunity to slip away.
But that Lord Fang was still going on and on: "Lord Wen, are you still not planning to get married this year? Having someone you like by your side is always a different story. To tell you the truth, my distant niece is sixteen this year, a beautiful young woman, and proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Would you like to get to know her?"
She had no interest in whether she knew Wen Hemian or not; all she knew was that at that age, she would be condemned in modern times.
Seeing that Lord Fang was about to continue his sales pitch, Wen Hemian quickly stopped him: "No need, Lord Fang. I'll say it again, I have no intention of getting married at the moment. Thank you for your kind offer, I'll be leaving now."
After saying that, Wen Hemian didn't care what Lord Fang thought, and quickened her pace to leave. Judging from her back, she was in a great hurry.
Lord Fang stamped his foot regretfully: "Hey, if this isn't satisfactory, there are other options too. Why run so fast?..."
His colleagues burst into laughter.
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