December is the time for spring plowing again.
The people pushed the new farm tools and happily headed towards the fields.
Thanks to the creative ideas of students from the Institute of Engineering, many agricultural tools were improved, greatly improving farming efficiency.
After reporting, they not only received a generous patent fee, but also gained a lot of credits.
Whenever the teacher specifically praises students in class, it always arouses the envy and admiration of many classmates and inspires more people to innovate and make progress.
The government will distribute the drawings to agricultural officials in various places to iterate and update the old agricultural tools.
Due to the busy spring plowing season, fewer and fewer people paid attention to the affairs of the Huns, and even Ying Zheng was busy with complicated government affairs.
In Zhangtai Palace.
The emperor, dressed in black robes and a crown, sat upright in front of the imperial desk, his bony fingers gripping the pen as he wrote vigorous and powerful comments.
Her thick black eyelashes drooped slightly, and after hearing the report, they lifted up slightly like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, revealing a pair of deep phoenix eyes like a quiet night.
"Your Majesty, General Meng has sent a secret letter."
"Well, present it."
Ying Zheng responded indifferently, his pen never pausing.
Only after the secret letter was placed on the table did he slowly stop and place the brush on the pen holder.
When the secret letter was opened, a familiar handwriting came into view. It was somewhat bold and rough, as if one could see the owner's excitement.
There was a page filled with dense black text. He skipped over the useless chatter and extracted the key information.
"...the vast majority of Xiongnu captives have surrendered..."
"Zhang Liang is fine, Your Majesty, please rest assured for now."
After reading it, Ying Zheng's solemn expression relaxed a little, and a hint of satisfaction appeared between his brows.
Although Zhang Liang's plan sounded great at first, it still had to be proven by facts.
He values results more than theoretical considerations.
Now that everything was developing as expected, the resentment in his heart had dissipated a little.
Ying Zheng has always been tolerant towards ministers with extraordinary talents who serve the empire.
He put the envelope away, took out an exquisite wooden box from the desk, and gave instructions to his subordinates.
"Send the secret letter to the Queen."
“And this wooden box.”
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The Black Ice Guard respectfully accepted the order, took a step forward, and was about to pick up the secret letter and wooden box.
Ying Zheng caught a glimpse of a slightly pretty face out of the corner of his eye, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he interrupted in a cold voice.
"Wait... I'll go and deliver it myself later."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Black Ice Guard suddenly withdrew his fingertips, his handsome face remained calm, but he was muttering to himself in his heart.
Why does it feel like His Majesty is looking at him strangely?
Uh... seems to be a defense?
Ying Zheng ignored his subordinate's speculation, waved his hand to signal him to leave, and continued to review memorials.
At the same time, in the Imperial Garden, in the glass greenhouse.
Today is a sunny day, the bright spring sunshine is pouring down, and roses of various colors are in clusters, competing with each other in beauty and emitting a light and elegant fragrance.
On the green lawn, covered with a soft and comfortable blanket, two cute little balls of snow-white skin are playing and having fun.
Of course, little Yingluan was the one playing, while little Yingjue was the one being played with.
I saw the heroic little girl hugging the little boy and kissing him on the face with her pink little mouth.
"Didi Kanai~"
"Didi kiss... smack, smack!"
Little Yingjue, who was tightly hugged by his sister, looked hopeless, with his fair and round face covered with wet saliva.
He looks like a good boy being teased by a bully.
As a spectator, Chu Yuening couldn't help but burst out laughing, her beautiful eyes curved into crescent shapes, adding a bit of playfulness to her quiet temperament.
She secretly sighed, she didn't expect her daughter to be so obsessed with looks at such a young age.
Hehe, it’s up to her.
Little Yingjue looked at his mother who did not come to his rescue, pouted in grievance, and his big black and white eyes were full of accusations.
Chu Yuening coughed twice guiltily, quickly picked up little Yingluan who was clinging to her brother, and coaxed her in a soft voice.
"Doesn't Luan'er want to see the flowers?"
"Flower?"
"I want to see it!"
Little Yingluan blinked her eyes, stretched out her chubby fingers, pointed at the beautiful flowers, and shouted excitedly.
Chu Yuening smiled dotingly, handed the little guy to her aunt, and reminded her to be careful of the thorns on the rhizome.
After coaxing her daughter, she picked up her sulking little son, gently wiped his face with a handkerchief, and comforted him patiently.
"Sister kissing you is a sign of liking you."
"Jue'er, please don't be angry, okay?"
"good......"
Little Yingjue replied awkwardly, then buried himself in his mother's soft embrace, half-closing his eyes and enjoying the warm sunshine.
Chu Yuening gently patted the little guy's back, humming a gentle tune, with a soft smile between her eyebrows.
Ying Zheng saw this heartwarming scene from afar, and subconsciously slowed down his steps, unwilling to disturb this beauty.
The spring sunshine is just right, neither scorching nor dazzling.
It is golden and draped over a woman like a gauze skirt, shining with dazzling brilliance, sacred and beautiful.
In Ying Zheng's eyes, all the spring scenery in the garden lost its color, only reflecting that captivating figure.
"A Zheng? Why are you here?"
After Chu Yuening took the Miraculous Fruit Pill, her five senses became sharper than those of ordinary people, so she naturally noticed the man's arrival.
Ying Zheng had a smile on his lips, his phoenix eyes were shining, and the coldness around him turned into tenderness like water.
He knelt down and sat beside his wife, first picked up the little boy who was lying in his mother's arms, and then answered in a gentle voice.
"I have some good news to share with you."
"Could it be that Zhang Liang's side is progressing smoothly?"
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