Chapter 225: Sprinkle seeds, store more food
The emperor saw Fuping's worried eyes and thought he was worried that he would get angry. His heart just warmed up for a moment, but he found that his eyes were fixed on his hand holding the book.
The emperor tentatively relaxed his grip, and sure enough, Fuping's frown also relaxed a little.
The emperor: "..."
He choked in his throat.
Calm, calm.
This person, this book, and the person behind the book, none of them made him worry!
"Come! Go and call Jiang Shidu scholar," the emperor thought about Jiang Zhiyu's answer when he asked her: "A book that dares to challenge traditional social structures and concepts, fights for dreams, and realizes the value of one's life."
The emperor closed his eyes fiercely.
This is too brave!
I want to hear what she really thinks!
...
In the other prison, Jiang Wenjing looked at Tore, who was lying on the iron bed with a bloody body and was barely breathing, and whispered: "How is it, Prince, do you think there is any room for improvement in this punishment of washing and combing?"
The person on the iron bed did not move at all.
Jiang Wenjing chuckled. During the execution, Tore could no longer hold on. He gave the city defense map of Wala, the generals who led the troops, and who the Wala king was most likely to send to lead the army except for them.
He even explained clearly the undercover agents arranged by Wala in the other two tribes in Mobei.
Jiang Wenjing stood up straight, looking down at Tore who was lying on the iron bed, and smiled lightly with a hum, which seemed to be self-deprecating and mocking.
Then he opened the door and clapped his hands.
The jailers who had been waiting outside swarmed in.
After seeing the appearance of Torre on the iron bed, there was a burst of gasps in the crowd.
This...
He has been moved and washed, how can he still be alive?
What are they going to say when Lord Xing asks!
Jiang Wenjing was naturally aware of their concerns. Without waiting for them to speak, he said directly: "The person is still alive. I have given him the golden sore medicine specially made by my sister. Lord Xing can just say that I did it."
There must be no problem with the medicine of Dr. Jiang.
The jailers were all relieved. For them, as long as the person was not dead, it was fine.
They sent Jiang Wenjing out with smiles on their faces.
After Jiang Wenjing left, the jailers looked at Torre lying on the iron bed with disgust in their eyes.
"What should we do now? I'll go ask the lord?"
After a moment, a jailer spoke first.
Several other jailers nodded one after another. After a while, the jailer hurried over with Xing Maozhi who had just returned.
Seeing Torre's appearance, Xing Maozhi took a breath of cold air, and the memory of death suddenly attacked him.
Malzaha was also left with only one breath at the time, but...
a smarter jailer stepped forward to check and said to Xing Maozhi: "Sir, his injuries are lighter than Malzaha's. What's more, the general said that he has been given the golden sore medicine specially made by Dr. Jiang. In my opinion, his life is not in danger."
With the medicine?
Or is it the special medicine for treating golden sores made by Jiang Zhiyu?
Xing Maozhi heaved a sigh of relief.
His eyes were cold and he said in a serious voice: "Lock him up alone. Everyone should be alert tonight. Don't let this man die in prison again!"
...
In the study, Jiang Zhiyu looked at the emperor with a puzzled look on his face.
[Why are you calling me again? 】
The emperor sat on a high chair. He did not offer a seat to Jiang Zhiyu immediately. Instead, he raised the book in his hand and said, "Do you know this book, Mr. Jiang Shidu?"
Jiang Zhiyu looked at the title and said frankly, "Yes, it is the book I am printing now."
The emperor chuckled and said in an inexplicable tone, "You are quite honest. Then I ask you, why do you want to print such a story?" "
A generation of empress... Why," the emperor smiled, but his eyes when he fell on Jiang Zhiyu were cold, "Could it be that Mr. Jiang Shidu also wants to own the script of this generation of empress?"
Jiang Zhiyu quickly refused three times, "I am not, I don't, don't talk nonsense."
The emperor: "..."
【Just kidding, what's the good of being an emperor? 】
【Every day, you have to get up earlier than the chickens and sleep later than the dogs. You also have to beware of being assassinated. You have a short life span and control the rise and fall of a country. The pressure can be imagined. Not only that, but you also have to pass on the family line.】
【Those ministers, if there are too many people in the harem, they will favor the one they like and say that you are licentious and immoral. If there are too few people in the harem, they will say that you have no heirs. It has become a task to "sow seeds, accumulate more food, sweat like rain, and work hard". 】
Listening to her voice, the emperor's eyes gradually changed from murderous intent to doubt, then to thoughtfulness, and finally to recognition.
You are right!
Isn't this his current situation? !
His own princes were all ambitious and were bent on seizing the position under him. He had only favored the two Mobei women for the past few days and would not let them give birth to heirs, but these ministers kept complaining, saying that the emperor was cautious on the left and beauties were troublesome on the right.
Thinking of this, the emperor's face became even gloomier.
As if she felt that her answer was too perfunctory, Jiang Zhiyu coughed lightly and said, "Your Majesty, I have no intention of treason."
"The reason why I printed this book is because I am also a woman and I know how difficult it is for women. They are taught to obey their fathers at home, their husbands after marriage, and their sons after their husbands die."
"But they are not vassals of anyone. They are living people with their own thoughts. They have the right to choose the path in their hearts instead of being confined by these thoughts."
The emperor was shocked and suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, but he saw that her waist was straight, her face was calm, and her eyes were clear and bright. For a moment, he couldn't say anything.
Fuping and Chaoen beside him also looked at Jiang Zhiyu in a daze.
The hall was in complete silence for a while. Jiang Zhiyu knew the impact of his words on them and waited patiently.
The reason why Jiang Zhiyu said all this to the emperor was because she knew the emperor's character. When he could use her, not look at her female identity, and made an exception to let her serve as an official, Jiang Zhiyu knew that the emperor was not a pedantic person.
That's why she was so reckless.
For the emperor, ability is more important than gender.
If the emperor is not such a person, then she will - change someone else to be the emperor.
She herself doesn't want to be one, but it doesn't mean that others don't want to be one.
The world is so big and there are so many people. How can you not find such a person?
She thought about it like this. After a long time, the emperor in a high position slowly said: "Forget it, if you are like this, I won't say anything, but your story is too suggestive. If someone wants to accuse you of treason, they will do it."
"Not every emperor is as easy to talk to as me."