Luck entry, starting from the Nine Dragons' succession

Chapter 15 Emperor Yuanchu: King Zhenbei, what do you want?

The next day.

Seed Selection Department.

"Where's Lord Xu? Why didn't I see him today?"

Fang Heng took a sip of the fragrant tea brought by Tian Sheng and asked slowly.

"Your Highness, Lord Xu caught a cold last night and is feeling unwell, so he has asked for leave today," Tian Sheng replied.

Putting down the teacup, Fang Heng raised his eyebrows and spoke with a strange expression.

"Are you really sick? Or are you pretending to be sick?"

"After all, Lord Xu is the chief officer of the Seed Selection Department. Do you think I should go visit Lord Xu?"

"Well... Lord Xu is old, so it's normal for him to catch a cold occasionally."

"On the contrary, if Your Highness were to visit, I'm afraid Lord Xu wouldn't be able to withstand the impact of Your Highness's dragon energy."

Tian Sheng's words sounded very nice, about being unable to withstand the impact of dragon energy.

To put it bluntly, the implication is that Xu Xingzhi is pretending to be sick.

Although Xu Xingzhi's feigned illness was somewhat beyond Fang Heng's expectations, he was too lazy to delve into it as long as it did not interfere with his hybrid rice plan.

"Master Tian, ​​please accompany me to attend the Sixth Department."

"Since Lord Xu is not here for duty, they can't slack off. I have to give them a hand."

After that, Fang Heng took Tian Sheng to the sixth class.

Fang Heng's arrival caused anxiety among the officials of the six upper departments.

Everyone was well aware of the conflict between Lord Xu and the Ninth Prince yesterday.

Today, Lord Xu had just taken sick leave, and the Ninth Prince came right after. I'm afraid he is here to call for punishment.

Fang Heng's deep gaze swept over the crowd.

The voice was calm, yet mixed with a hint of authority that brooked no resistance.

"Bring the roster of the top six subjects."

The head of the sixth department looked hesitant, but after taking one look at Fang Heng's expression that didn't allow for argument, he lost all desire to resist.

Silently, he took out the roster of the top six subjects from the cabinet, held it in both hands, and presented it to Fang Heng.

Fang Heng looked satisfied and nodded slightly.

Having the roster in hand means that the six departments above him will submit to him.

"I'm busy planting rice, and the lower six departments are all helping. You guys from the upper six departments can't sit idle either, so all of you should go to the farm."

"I obey your orders."

With the surrender of the head of the Upper Six Departments, Fang Heng conquered the Upper Six Departments with almost no effort.

Tian Sheng watched the whole process and thought secretly in his heart.

Xu Xingzhi, ah, Xu Xingzhi.

You idiot!
You want to use sick leave to put pressure on the Ninth Prince.

Little did you know that the Ninth Prince took the opportunity to destroy your lair.

Tian Sheng chuckled to himself, and he really wanted to see what expression Xu Xingzhi would have when he recovered from his illness and saw that the six departments had all joined the Ninth Prince.

With the help of the sixth department, the progress of planting hybrid rice has been significantly accelerated.

Fang Heng has used the [Jingzhe Lord] destiny to cultivate 800 kilograms of hybrid rice seeds.

According to his plan, these 800 kilograms of hybrid rice seeds can be used to plant 100 acres of land.

These one hundred acres of experimental fields are enough to prove the excellence of hybrid rice to my father and the important officials in the court.

The officials of the Seed Selection Department worked hard for three days and finally planted all the 100 acres of experimental fields.

"Aunt Yun, thank you for your help."

Yun Menglan walked to the center of the 100-acre experimental field, and with her slender jade hands, her ten fingers moved together, forming a series of mysterious spells.

Wind blows!

Clouds are coming!

The hem of Yunmeng Lanyue's white skirt was blown backwards.

Farmer's magical power [Spring rain like oil]!
A light drizzle began to fall in the fields.

Fang Heng looked up, feeling the coolness brought by the breeze and drizzle.

Soon, the drizzle wet everyone's hair and clothes.

With the blessing of the farmer's magical power [Spring Rain Like Oil].

The hybrid rice in the fields is growing vigorously.

At first glance, it's all lush greenery.

Accelerating the growth of plants is the magic of the farming method.

In Fang Heng's eyes, these hybrid rices are not just rice, but also destiny and national strength.

"Your Highness, please get out of the rain!"

Tian Sheng jogged over and brought an umbrella to shelter Fang Heng from the rain.

"No need."

"Master Tian, ​​do you know the farming method?"

"Ah?" Tian Sheng was stunned for a moment, a little confused, and stammered.

"I am not a spiritual farmer, and I have not learned any farming techniques."

Still the same!

Fang Heng sighed slightly in his heart.

In this world, Confucianism has not been passed down.

However, the bad habits of Confucian scholars have been passed down.

All the officials in the court said that they wanted to focus on agriculture, but in fact, they did not know the difference between grains.

Many people look down on Lingnong and think it is not worthy of being mentioned in public.

Lingnong Lingnong, even though it has the word "ling", it cannot escape the category of agriculture.

Not to mention the civil and military officials in the court, even among Taoists, Lingnong is at the bottom of the contempt chain.

Even in Fang Heng's opinion, the productivity liberated by spiritual farmers is far superior to that of puppeteers, alchemists, talisman makers and the like.

"Master Tian, ​​please practice the farming method well when you have time."

"From now on, the Seed Selection Department will change."

"Knowing how to farm and understanding how to farm are the top priorities of the Seed Selection Department." "Your humble servant obeys your orders."

Tian Sheng secretly made up his mind that after his shift today, he would go buy a book on farming heritage.

He doesn't know whether the farming tradition is useful.

But since the Ninth Prince attaches importance to him, he must perform well in front of the Ninth Prince.

After a quarter of an hour of drizzling rain, the sky finally cleared up.

"Aunt Yun, I'll have to trouble you to call for rain in the future so that the rice can mature as soon as possible." Fang Heng said.

"I understand, Your Highness."

Yun Menglan didn't ask any more questions, but just silently followed Fang Heng's orders.

……

Yaoguang Hall.

Concubine Ning had just finished her nap and was half lying on the couch, her pretty face slightly flushed and her expression lazy.

"What's the news from the emperor?"

"Your Highness, after entering the Seed Selection Department, Your Highness spent the first few days farming on the farm."

"I haven't been to the farm in the past two days."

Hearing this, Concubine Ning nodded slightly, with a look of "as expected" in her beautiful eyes.

The seed selection department is hard work. After Heng'er's initial enthusiasm has passed, he finally realized that the seed selection department is not a good place.

I think Heng'er will become more mature after this blow.

I understand my mother’s good intentions.

"Zhishu, go to the Lu family and tell my brother to help smooth things over with the Divine General's Mansion."

"Also, bring the storybook here. This girl's storybook is quite interesting."

The sound of pages rustling.

Concubine Ning could not put the book down, reading the story of "The Legend of Female Hero Shen" with great interest.

This is currently the best-selling storybook in Yujing City.

Since the protagonist is a woman, it is particularly attractive to ladies from noble families and noble ladies in the palace.

……

The Yangxin Palace is brightly lit.

It was solemn and silent, with only the occasional sound of writing being put down.

"Godfather, news from the north." The young eunuch lowered his voice.

The moment Eunuch Su opened the secret letter and saw the contents, his expression suddenly changed, and two rays of light burst out from his low-key eyes.

"Has the content of the secret letter not been shown to anyone else?"

"Godfather, how dare your son break the rules you set?"

"Godfather, you are the first one to see this secret letter."

"Just back off."

After dismissing the young eunuch, Eunuch Su walked into the Yangxin Palace with the secret letter.

He walked steadily, like a civet cat, without making any sound.

He walked through the shadows cast by the oil lamps, came to the side of Emperor Yuanchu, and said respectfully.

"Your Majesty, news from the north."

"But Shang Hongye, where did she go?"

Emperor Yuanchu did not look up, his eyes fixed on the memorial in his hand.

It was not until Eunuch Su did not respond for a long time that he suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.

"Bring it here."

"Your Majesty, this is a letter from the Prince of Zhenbei to Shang Hongye, and it was intercepted by spies."

"The dragon's health is more important, don't get angry."

Emperor Yuanchu took a look at the contents of the secret letter.

The next moment, a cold snort came from his nose.

The air temperature in the entire Yangxin Palace suddenly dropped several degrees because of this cold snort.

Eunuch Su looked at his nose with his eyes and at his heart with his nose, like a stone sculpture.

In his perception, Emperor Yuanchu at this moment was like a volcano about to erupt.

The undercurrent is surging and unstoppable.

He had already read the secret letter.

The content of it made him terrified.

The secret letter was written by Prince Zhenbei to Shang Hongye, asking Shang Hongye to choose the prince as her son-in-law.

In the eyes of Eunuch Su, this letter was simply a provocation from the King of Zhenbei to His Majesty.

King of Zhenbei! King of Zhenbei!
What on earth are you thinking?
In the Yangxin Palace, the atmosphere became solemn for a moment.

Emperor Yuanchu raised his head and asked in a cold voice.

"How many spies does Black Ice Terrace have in the North?"

"Two thousand three hundred and fifty-seven."

"Send another thousand spies to the North."

"I want to know everything the King of Zhenbei does immediately."

"Slave, let's do it now."

Eunuch Su had served Emperor Yuanchu for decades and knew that this time, Emperor Yuanchu was completely furious.

After Eunuch Su left.

Buzz!
The terrifying energy erupted instantly.

The secret letter was shattered to pieces.

"Shang Junluo, what do you want to do?"

Emperor Yuanchu's voice was as cold as ten thousand years of black ice.

A cold light surged in his deep eyes.

(End of this chapter)