Chapter 90 Is there something wrong, Your Highness?
Song Yi looked up at the still scorching sun, her expression hesitant.
"With such a beautiful day, if we say it's going to rain heavily, probably no one will believe us, right?"
Li Nanke said, "Let's do our best and leave the rest to fate. We've given them a heads-up, but if they don't believe us, there's nothing we can do."
Song Yi thought it made sense, so she asked Cui Zhuangtou to find a few quick-witted people to notify the village heads in the vicinity.
Upon receiving the news, the headman immediately rode swiftly into the city to inform his master.
Soon, many high-ranking officials and nobles in Bianjing City learned of the Marquis of Anping's mansion's rush to harvest grain.
The Left Prime Minister's Residence.
The Left Chancellor's wife looked at him with disdain.
"Is this Song the eldest daughter of Vice Minister Song who disobeyed her parents? Can't even Bianjing City tolerate her causing trouble? She even ran away to the capital. It's utterly disgraceful."
The Changping Marquis's Residence.
Lady Changping sneered at Marquis Changping.
"Heavy rain? The sun is so bright outside it's blinding, where's the heavy rain? Is Song's mouth more persuasive than the Imperial Observatory?"
The Ministry of Rites' Office.
"Has she been possessed by some kind of ghost or spirit? The Marquis of Anping's mansion is really something, not keeping such a person at home, but letting her go out and say whatever she wants?"
Most people scoffed at Song Yi's reminder.
However, some people were skeptical.
The old lady of the Duke of Xin rubbed her old, cold legs and said to the Duke of Xin, "I was wondering why my old, cold legs always ached at night on such a beautiful sunny day."
"There's a real possibility of a downpour; you should arrange for the village head to also rush the harvest."
The Right Chancellor, Wang Jia.
Madam Wang was a Buddhist. She chanted a Buddhist prayer and gave instructions to her daughter-in-law.
"It's better to believe it's true than not to believe it's not. Let's still harvest it. Even without the torrential rain, at most we'll only harvest half the grain."
But if it really floods, then there will be no harvest at all.
The daughter-in-law's expression hardened, and she quickly agreed.
"Daughter-in-law will make the arrangements right away."
Several other families, who had initially hesitated, saw the actions of the Duke of Xin's mansion and the Wang family and quietly instructed their managers to join in the harvest.
China.
Cui Zhuangtou replied that he had notified all the nearby villages.
Li Nanke put the matter out of her mind and was enthusiastically picking beans with the villagers.
She stood in a green bean field, a small round basket tied around her waist.
Aside from being a little clumsy at first, they quickly learned to use both hands at the same time and were always able to find clusters of bean pods among the dense bean leaves.
Because they are not ripe yet, the pods are still green.
With both hands working together, bunches of bean pods were picked and tossed into the basket.
Soon, the basket tied around his waist was more than half full, and it slumped down heavily.
The villagers couldn't help but praise, "This young lady is so efficient at work, she doesn't seem like a pampered young lady from a noble family at all."
Li Nanke smiled.
She did things like weeding and picking beans in her dream when she was exiled to Qianzhou.
She had barely learned the skill when she was sold to a brothel.
I thought I wouldn't be able to do things properly in real life, but I got the hang of it very quickly.
The arts she learned in her dream—music, chess, calligraphy, and painting...
She was lost in thought for a moment when she suddenly heard a loud shout behind her: "Miss, be careful!"
He stumbled and suddenly fell straight forward.
She then noticed a small mud puddle in front of her. She stepped into it, and the basket she was carrying was so heavy that it made her fall forward.
Just as her little face was about to sink into the mud puddle, a hand grabbed her by the back of her neck.
Then they lifted her out of the mud pit.
Still shaken, she thought the farmer had saved her, and instinctively patted her chest, saying, "Thank you for reminding me, Uncle."
"Uncle? You can call me that if you want."
The voice from behind was icy cold, like a dagger pressed against my neck in an instant.
Li Nanke subconsciously shrank his neck and turned his head to meet a pair of narrow eyes.
It is a Shen Cong.
Even under the scorching gaze, he wore a black brocade cloud-patterned cloak, his pale face almost transparent against the backdrop of the cloak.
"It's the prince."
Li Nanke waved her little hand and flashed a bright smile.
Shen Cong sized her up.
Perhaps because she was working in the sun, her little face was rosy, like red berries hanging on branches in autumn.
Her grape-like eyes were curved, and her cheeks had shallow dimples. She was warmer and more dazzling than the sunlight.
This is the complete opposite of him, who is always wrapped in a fur coat and sitting by the stove, and who has no vitality.
He was momentarily lost in thought.
"Your Highness, may I be put down?"
Li Nanke swung her legs, feeling quite uncomfortable being lifted into the air.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Cong suddenly let go.
Caught off guard, she suddenly landed on the ground, slumping onto her bottom.
Li Nanke...
"Could Your Highness please give me a heads-up before letting go?"
She tilted her little face up and said angrily.
"No? Say something and let me hear it."
Li Nanke...
He actually understood that she was secretly cursing him for sneaking around like a little mouse.
When Shen Cong saw her puffing out her cheeks as she got up from the ground, looking as angry as a little kitten, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
A sudden itch rose in my throat, I coughed twice, and bright red blood trickled from the corner of my mouth.
He vomited blood again?
Li Nanke made a face at him.
Let him suddenly let go and throw himself, huh!
Shen Cong remained calm, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and glanced at Li Nanke's feet.
Leng Heh, "If you can't do it, don't try to be a hero."
Who says she can't do it?
Li Nanke pouted and untied the small basket from her waist, waving it in front of him.
With a smug look on his face, he said, "See what's in here? I picked all of these myself, and I did it in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea!"
She emphasized the time again, then tilted her head in feigned distress.
"Oh dear, Your Highness doesn't recognize this, does he? This is a bean pod; peel it open and you'll find soybeans inside."
Shen Cong glanced at the sneer, then walked towards the edge of the field with his hands behind his back.
"Nothing special."
Li Nanke glared angrily, picked up her small basket, and chased after him.
"So-so? If Your Highness is not convinced, let's have a competition."
Why should I, the king, compete with you in farming and harvesting grain?
Li Nanke...
That seems to make sense.
As they were talking, Shen Cong had already arrived at the destination.
Erfeng and his men immediately set up a sunshade at the edge of the field.
A mat was laid out under the pergola, and on the mat was a reclining chair, a small table, a red clay stove, and incense.
Its sweet aroma dispelled some of the summer heat.
Shen Cong was already lying on the recliner, his eyes slightly closed.
Zisu walked over quickly, "Miss, please take off your shoes so I can wipe the mud off them."
Li Nanke then noticed that his feet were covered in wet mud, which explained why he felt uncomfortable walking.
She put the small basket aside and unceremoniously plopped down on the mat next to Chen Cong.
"Your Highness, may I have a seat?"
He took off both shoes and gave them to Zisu, who then sat cross-legged with a smile, as comfortable as if she were on her own kang (heated brick bed).
Shen Cong suddenly opened his eyes and looked over.
She pointed to her skirt and shook it, looking completely innocent.
"I'm not covered in mud, so I won't let you get mud on me."
She hadn't forgotten the last time this guy made her wash the blankets.
Shen Cong didn't speak, and closed his eyes again.
Li Nanke ignored him and asked Erfeng with a smile.
"Uncle Erfeng, what brings you here?"
Erfeng pointed eastward and said, "That manor over there belongs to the prince. The person you sent went to the manor to inform him, and the prince came to find you."
"Does Your Highness need me for something?"
Erfeng scratched his head, "The prince is fine, but the others are."
Li Nanke: ?
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