When Lai Xi caught up with them, the two had already made up.
He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, secretly relieved.
Wen Hemian relayed to Xie Lang what she had said to Liu Qiongyue during the day.
"I wrote to my parents, and they will take over the grain that will be transported there. They will store it in the warehouse for future use."
The border region is harsh and cold, which is the general impression people have of it.
However, the Prince of Huailing and his wife were people who did not believe in fate. After they went there, they personally led the local people to cultivate the land and even specially found people to cultivate good varieties according to the local environment. After ten years of working day in and day out, the land was no longer desolate.
Putting everything else aside, with higher grain production, people are able to barely have enough to eat, and there is also grain stored in the granaries.
In their words, rather than hoping that the incompetent and decadent late emperor, who was just loafing around in the capital, would care about border affairs, they should hope that they could create a miracle.
However, if things get chaotic over there, the little food and fodder in the warehouse will definitely not be enough.
Xie Lang guessed that she went to see Liu Qiongyue for important business, and was not surprised after hearing it: "This arrangement is good. Since the Grand Tutor trusts her, I will not interfere."
“It’s not entirely because of trust.” Wen Hemian smiled mysteriously, not revealing too much because Lai Xi was standing beside him. “Her identity is perfect for this task.”
After all, she is the female lead of the original book, and she has some kind of halo that she is favored by, so things will go more smoothly for her than for ordinary people.
This is what's known as the protagonist's halo.
Xie Lang knew the reason and agreed: "Hanshuang is right."
"Stop assuming I'm right, Your Majesty. Tell me your opinion."
Wen Heming looked slightly dissatisfied.
Lai Xi had just brought up a plate of grapes. While she was talking, she kept peeling grapes and would put them in her mouth whenever she had a break.
His slender, pale fingers were stained with grape juice, and Xie Lang inexplicably thought of the hand on the bed, stained with sweat, the way he had held it, their fingers intertwined. In short... he was just absent-minded.
"Your Majesty, I'm asking you a question! Why aren't you answering..."
Wen Hemian waited a long time for a reply, then looked up in confusion and saw that the man was staring at her hands. Suddenly, an idea struck her: "Want some grapes? There are more over there. What are you staring at me for?"
After Xie Lang took power, he imported only the best things, like these grapes. Each one was of excellent quality and tasted really good. Wen Hemian had eaten quite a few.
His tutor was as pure as snow and as clear as the moon, and his mind was clear. He would never be like him, whose eyes were full of darkness and selfish desires. Even after he had truly possessed her, Xie Lang still did not want her to know some of his thoughts.
Discovered, Xie Lang withdrew his gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "No, Grand Tutor, you eat."
He said this, but Wen Hemian didn't mention it. A few breaths later, the cool and sweet flesh of the grape touched his lips. The woman smiled, leaning on the table and reaching out her hand, her expression gentle.
"Alright, do you really want me to feed you? The palace isn't short of food for His Majesty. Eat if you want."
Xie Lang originally didn't intend to eat grapes, but he naturally wouldn't let something offered to him go.
He opened his mouth, leaned forward gently, and easily ate the peeled grape flesh.
It really is sweet.
This is just a special case.
Wen Heming stopped serving him and simply pushed the plate of grapes in front of him, then sat back down and picked up a book to read.
In any case, anything that gets placed on their table is important.
After being disciplined, the ministers learned their lesson and finally made a painful decision to reluctantly correct their habit of talking nonsense.
Xie Lang was naturally reluctant to let Wen Hemian serve him, so he ended up peeling grapes and feeding them to him from time to time.
After reading the document, Wen Hemian belatedly realized that something was amiss.
It gives off a feeling of an emperor and his favorite concubine.
The kind where the roles are reversed.
She looked up, rubbed her temples, and was about to say something when she saw Xie Lang already wiping the juice with a handkerchief, clearly too late.
So he shut up.
never mind.
Seeing this, Lai Xi secretly covered her mouth and laughed.
Since Lord Wen returned, His Majesty has finally recovered from the depression of the past three years. He has gradually stopped taking his medication and now appears to be just like a normal person.
Indeed, a mental illness requires a mental cure.
Wen Daren is the best medicine.
After finishing a whole plate of grapes, Wen Hemian didn't eat much for dinner.
In the afternoon, when she was talking to Xie Lang, he kept getting distracted. As a result, he became diligent in the evening, dipped his brush in ink, and wrote furiously, sorting out all the messy and scattered plans.
"Look, is this okay?"
Xie Lang said, "So that the Grand Tutor won't distrust me."
There was a bit of resentment in him.
Wen Hemian glanced at it: "No problem, that's fine."
"Alright." Xie Lang took the paperweight, pressed it down, and waited for it to dry. He looked at her with a smile in his eyes. "Now that we've finished talking about business, let's talk about our business."
Wen Heming's brow twitched. Meeting his malicious gaze, she almost changed her mind: "...Wait."
Xie Lang ignored her, leaned closer and carefully nuzzled against her, his hand gripping her waist: "I can't wait."
At Xie Lang's age, if he were a normally grown emperor, a more amorous one would already have a harem of wives and concubines, and his children might even be old enough to run errands.
But he was a maverick; he didn't have a harem and devoted himself to Wen Hemian alone. Now that he had just experienced the taste of sex, he couldn't suppress his many thoughts and desires, and he was in the midst of his passion.
Fine kisses landed on her cheeks and ears, then on her lips. Wen Hemian had some experience now, so at least she wouldn't be kissed so hard she couldn't breathe. Noticing that Xie Lang intended to pick her up, she quickly stopped him.
"Yes, yes, I can walk by myself."
The palace servants who had been attending to her had already retreated silently. Xie Lang gladly released her restraints and looked at her, saying, "Okay."
The wolf cub's bright eyes were filled with unspeakable desire. It was too late to back out now. Wen Hemian's heart skipped a beat, but she was still led by him to the newly built bath.
White mist rises, and water vapor hangs in the air.
Xie Lang stepped forward naturally, undressed himself and her, and then gently embraced her and pushed her into the pool. His low, husky voice was filled with laughter: "Once you've promised me, you can't go back on your word."
In this matter, the little wolf cub was always extremely patient, taking his time to prepare her before slowly invading her.
Wen Heming lowered her eyelashes, and the beads of sweat on her forehead were indistinguishable from water droplets. Her clear, cold eyes were tinged with a beautiful, absent-minded look. Xie Lang looked at her for a while, then followed her and kissed her again, until the corners of her eyes turned even redder.
The pool water rippled, creating delightful waves.
After a long while, Wen Hemian couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, but was instead held even tighter by the person holding her.
Her slender, jade-white fingers were pressed against the pool wall.
The emperor chuckled softly, his voice betraying a mix of satisfaction and other emotions: "Han Shuang, you are so beautiful."
Wen Heming's pupils dilated slightly.
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