The sudden fall silenced the whole audience.
Yang Cheng buried his head and did not move.
I wish I could just die right there.
Tripping over the threshold and falling on the princess sounds like a despicable act of someone seeking favor, which is really embarrassing.
After a while, Wen Yu lowered her eyes and stared at the back of his head, and said in a teasing tone: "How long do you plan to lie down?"
Yang Cheng: …
He moved his shoulders, but his chin was suddenly lifted by Wen Yu, revealing an embarrassed red cheek.
But his eyes were always lowered and he didn't dare to raise them. His eyelashes under his eyes kept trembling and his ears were so hot that it seemed like white smoke was coming out of them.
Wen Yu curled her lips and said with a smile: "What kind of silly and sweet male lead role are you playing?"
Yang Cheng: …
He raised his eyes, and after his gaze met Wen Yu for a moment, he immediately lowered them: "This humble minister deserves to die."
Since Yang Cheng officially took over the academy and his younger brother Yan Xuan, he has resumed his official status. Although his position is not high, because he works for Wen Yu and is directly linked to her, in some ways, he can act as he pleases.
But in front of Wen Yu, he is still that soft little hamster.
Wen Yu took back her hand that was resting on her chin, picked up the tea and took a sip, "It's been such a long time since we last met. You look so clumsy and silly, but I admit that you have caught my attention."
Yang Cheng: …
The princess seemed to think this was a ploy by him to seek attention, but he really had just tripped.
Yang Cheng felt a little embarrassed. He was not one of those people who would resort to tricks.
"Princess……"
Wen Yu interrupted him and asked, "How long do you plan to kneel in front of me?"
Yang Cheng's body stiffened upon hearing this. He slowly stood up, retreated to a distance of one meter, and knelt down again to salute: "Yang Cheng greets the eldest princess."
Wen Yu motioned for him to stand up and asked casually, "Are my legs weak?"
Yang Cheng: …
His already red ears were even a little numb at this moment, spreading all the way to his cheeks.
"Huh? Why aren't you talking?"
Yang Cheng's Adam's apple moved, and he slowly uttered: "No, I don't know."
He was just nervous, and he didn't dare to blaspheme the princess in his heart. He didn't even dare to think about whether she was soft or not.
But a bewitching fragrance kept entering his nose, making his face turn red.
"I don't know?" Wen Yu was slightly surprised by his answer, and then joked, "Is this also a way for you to attract the attention of this princess?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Cheng hurriedly said, "That's not the case, Princess. Your humble servant, your humble servant..."
He was speechless for a moment.
"I just haven't seen the princess for a long time, and I'm a little excited."
Liu Chun covered his mouth and laughed: "Just a little excited?"
It was the first time she saw someone trip and fall directly on the princess's legs. If it was intentional, it was simply a genius.
If it was really unintentional, sometimes not knowing martial arts is also an advantage. After all, the other adults who know martial arts at least won't fall.
However, this situation does not seem to have happened to the weaker Yue people.
When Liuchun thought of this, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh again.
Yang Cheng: …
Wen Yu lifted one leg and saw Yang Cheng looking like he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. She chuckled and stopped teasing him. Instead, she praised him, "This royal brother Yan Xuan did a great job."
Talking about business, Yang Cheng was obviously relieved. He suppressed his pounding heart and returned to his usual calm demeanor, but the redness on his ears had not yet completely faded.
It was because Wen Yu was looking at him seriously at this moment. Although her gaze did not contain any teasing or emotion, it still made Yang Cheng's hands and feet numb.
"Some of the things produced by the college's physics and chemistry departments will be put on the shelves of Yanxuan."
Yang Cheng said as he picked up a palm-sized bronze mirror on the counter. "Princess, take a look at this bronze mirror. It is in short supply and the young ladies in Shengjing are flocking to it."
Wen Yu took it and looked at it, still a little surprised.
The previous bronze mirror did not provide a very clear view of people, but the one in her hand now, although not as good as a modern mirror, is much clearer than an ordinary bronze mirror.
"Good stuff." Wen Yu was not stingy with her praise.
She never underestimated the wisdom of the ancients. Sometimes it was not that they could not do it, but that they did not have the conditions.
Upon hearing this, Yang Cheng said, "The largest bronze mirror made by the academy has been sent to the princess's mansion."
Wen Yu looked around and saw not only clocks and bronze mirrors, but also some small items such as soap.
Li Qingyi and the old chemist who smoked her face black came up with a lot of things.
Wen Yu picked up the tea and said, "Good things that benefit the people should be mass-produced. How many can the academy produce alone? In the end, it is only for the rich and powerful."
Yang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and after pondering for a while, he asked tentatively: "Princess, do you mean to open a workshop affiliated with the academy?"
Wen Yu smiled. In some ways, Yang Cheng really won her heart.
"If I give this to you, can you do it well?"
Yang Cheng pondered for a moment, his mind already turning over a thousand thoughts. He would naturally try his best to accomplish whatever the princess wanted.
"I cannot guarantee that the princess will be completely satisfied, but I will do my best."
The same was the reply Yang Cheng gave to Wen Yu when he started the strict selection of his younger brother. The result was even more severe than Wen Yu expected.
Yang Cheng never made promises, but he always tried his best to do his best to satisfy Wen Yu, whether it was the academy or the imperial brother's selection.
But he still had some doubts: "If it is mass-produced as the princess said, then the strict selection will lose the prestige that the princess mentioned before. Doesn't this create a paradox with the word strict selection?"
Wen Yu said calmly: "Why are some of the clocks on your counter very exquisite and some very plain?"
"The simple ones are made by students for practice."
Wen Yu: ...
Wen Yu was silent for a long time. She thought that the exquisite items were only provided to dignitaries.
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