Chapter 1202 If you are pleased with me, then breathe 56
In the blink of an eye, Xuanhe had planted seven or eight sunflowers.
Yun San asked again, "Sir, do you really not need your subordinates?"
Xuanhe decisively refused and asked, "Do you have someone you love?"
Yun San was flattered and surprised. He never expected that, apart from official business, the master would one day care about his private affairs.
"No."
A hint of smugness flashed in Xuanhe's eyes. "No wonder you don't understand."
Yun San: "My only concern is official business."
Xuanhe: "If life consists only of official business, what fun is there?"
Yun San's lips twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but remind him, "My lord, I am loyal to you."
Xuanhe dug two more holes, saying, "I have never stopped you from marrying and having children."
"Alright then, Miss Lin, do you have any message for me?"
Yun San shook his head. "No."
Xuanhe frowned, looking worried. "Do you think she'll forget about me while I've been gone for the past few days?"
Yun San: "How could that be? Your Excellency is a dragon among men, and there are many women in the capital who admire you."
Xuanhe's face darkened, and he reprimanded, "What do those women have to do with me? Don't mention such things again!"
What if the girl overhears him? What if she misunderstands and thinks he's interested in someone else?
Yun San immediately knelt down, "Please calm down, my lord."
"Alright, you can go now."
"yes!"
Yun San left very quickly.
Xuanhe continued to swing his hoe. Through his tireless work, he had planted half an acre of sunflowers. Except for eating and sleeping, he stayed in the field.
With each new sunflower planted, the memories of the girl deepen.
He wasn't planting sunflowers, but rather expressing his longing for the girl.
Therefore, he worked exceptionally hard.
...
For several days in a row, Xuanhe seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.
Aside from receiving some strange and unusual trinkets, Song Jinhuan knew nothing about where he was or what he was doing.
Xuanhe's selfish desires were all in those little trinkets.
Yun San reports daily.
Xuanhe would always ask, "Did she mention me?"
Does she remember me?
Yun San really wanted to say that the adults' concerns were completely unfounded.
They send someone to the Prime Minister's residence every day; it would be a miracle if they forgot.
"Miss Lin and Young Master Lu have a grudge."
Xuanhe's smile froze. "What happened?"
Yun San explained the whole story in detail.
Xuanhe's eyes darkened, but he smiled nonchalantly, "He really dares to dream big."
"You dare to use my men?"
"Go and find out Miss Lin's preferences, and then find some talented young men in the capital according to those preferences. It doesn't matter if their family background is not as good as the Marquis's family, as long as they have good character."
As long as a person is ambitious and has connections, it's easy to elevate someone's status by leveraging their family background.
Yun San immediately understood Xuan He's intention and couldn't help but mourn for Lu Zhiyuan.
Lu Zhiyuan was considered outstanding among his peers, and his character was also quite good. If he wanted to marry the daughter of the Prime Minister, it wouldn't be difficult for him.
However, nowadays, adults are interfering.
With their intelligence network, they could definitely find several men of good character and qualifications.
If Miss Lin takes a liking to one of them, the matter will surely succeed!
Where is Miss Lin?
Xuanhe thought for a moment, "Let me ask Miss Lin what she thinks."
It's unclear what the girl's relationship is with those two.
If they are good, then I certainly don't want them to waste their time in the palace.
Yun San: "Yes, I will find out first."
Xuanhe nodded slightly, then asked, "Miss Lin, are you happy to receive this little trinket?"
Yun San scratched his head, unsure, and said, "It should be a happy occasion."
Xuanhe frowned, looking quite disappointed, and muttered softly, "Then why don't you want to mention me?"
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