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In the end, it was Prince Chen who ascended the throne? !

Song Yan suddenly felt like there was something stuck in her throat. It would have been fine for anyone to be the emperor, but it had to be Prince Chen.

When I think about last night, Prince Chen just sent assassins to kill Shu Changyu. If Prince Chen is allowed to ascend the throne, I am afraid there will be no peace in the future.

Song Yan recalled the plot in the imperial examination text. After Gu Qianfan passed the examination and became the top scorer, the novel had already progressed to the later stage, which was still the seventh year of Kangrui.

By the end of the novel, in the ninth year of Kangrui, the emperor had not yet passed away.

Seeing that no useful information could be found from the imperial examination documents, Song Yan could not help but curse, "What a rip-off."

He was so angry that he kicked the original author away in his mind.

Just as I was about to open my eyes, I suddenly noticed another palace fighting article, and the timeline was exactly fifteen years later.

Song Yan quickly recalled the name of the male protagonist in the palace fighting novel.

Li Shengmao.

"Shu Changyu, can you help me check whether Prince Chen has a son named Li Shengmao?" Song Yan said to Shu Changyu hurriedly.

Seeing Song Yan's anxious look, Shu Changyu did not ask the reason, but immediately arranged for people to investigate the matter.

Not long after, the subordinates came back to report that Prince Chen did have a son named Li Shengmao, who was now five years old.

After hearing this, Song Yan felt a little depressed. Gu Qianfan had indeed not lied, and it was Prince Chen who really had won the throne in the end.

"What does Yanyan know?" Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Song Yan laughed bitterly: "There are two other storybooks, and the male protagonist of one of them is Li Shengmao."

He simply handed out the two novels, one about domestic intrigue and the other about palace fighting, in one go.

Shu Changyu's eyelids twitched a few times, and he uttered a sigh of relief, as if he was so angry that he wanted to laugh: "This is something that the protagonist keeps saying. It's really worthless."

Song Yan snorted. It was not his fault. He did not write the story. If anyone wanted to blame someone, just blame the system.

"Our whole family is still unlucky cannon fodder..."

Some died, some were disabled, and the last survivor, Yaya, was banished to the cold palace, living a life neither human nor ghost.

This time, Song Yan did not tell the story of the imperial examination essay from beginning to end as he did before, but gave a general idea.

After all, both house fighting stories and palace fighting stories only revolve around things happening in the rear house and the palace, and basically do not involve major court affairs and the situation in the world.

Song Yan didn't want to dwell too much on those trivial details.

After saying that, he looked at Shu Changyu, waiting for his reaction.

Shu Changyu curled up the corners of his lips and said, "If you are worried, why don't I kill that little devil for you first?"

Killing King Chen is not easy, but killing a little ghost is not a difficult task in Shu Changyu's opinion.

Song Yan was speechless: "Shut up, besides, even if we kill him, it may not stop Prince Chen from ascending the throne."

Although Li Shengmao is a scumbag in the original novel, he is still a child after all. You cannot kill a child just because of something that might happen in the future.

Shu Changyu let out a light sigh and did not refute his words in the end, but he wrote down the name "Li Shengmao".

Song Yan spent half a day and finally finished reading all the files. He frowned, the rebellion of the foreign king happened ten years later, so it didn't matter now.

The drought in Qianzhou and the snow disaster in Central Plains are the most urgent issues.

Qianzhou is not too far from their Songzhou. I wonder if the drought in Qianzhou will affect Songzhou.

No wonder when he was thinking about what to plant on the fifty acres of land, Shu Changyu asked him to plant wheat and watermelon.

It seems that he knew there might be a drought.

Song Yan grabbed her hair and wailed, "I just bought 50 acres of land, and you told me there would be a drought. Why didn't you wait until I planted all the land? Aren't you cheating me?"

Shu Changyu looked at Song Yan's frantic look and chuckled, "Are you not going to buy land because of the possibility of drought?"

Song Yan was speechless for a moment, and after a while he muttered, "I have to buy it."

After all, land is a long-term asset and is reasonably priced. Even if you know in advance that there might be a drought, it is difficult to resist the temptation to buy land.

When considering what to plant, I will choose drought-tolerant crops.

But then he thought that the wheat and watermelons that Shu Changyu asked him to plant had a certain degree of drought resistance. By then, he could expand the canal and reserve enough water. Even if a drought really struck, he would have a greater chance of surviving it.

When Song Yan thought about this, she wanted to rush back to Zhangjia Village immediately, but Erlin would not be back until tomorrow.

It won’t be too late to prepare after we pick up Erlin and go back.

He took out a watermelon from the refrigerator and planned to eat a bite to relax.

Shu Changyu put down the secret letter in his hand and watched him cut the watermelon with interest.

The watermelon was just taken out of the refrigerator, and there were still fresh water droplets on the green skin.

Song Yan held the kitchen knife in his hand and cut the melon in half. With a "click", the plump and rosy flesh appeared in front of him, and the juice seemed to be eager to flow out.

Then he took out two spoons and gave one to Shu Changyu.

"Watermelon should be eaten with a spoon." Song Yan picked up half a watermelon, scooped a large piece of pulp with a spoon and put it into her mouth. The sweet juice instantly spread in her mouth.

Shu Changyu glanced at the spoon in his hand, then looked at Song Yan who was eating happily. He also imitated Song Yan, scooped a spoonful of watermelon and put it into his mouth. The cool and sweet taste made him squint his eyes slightly.

"This cold melon of yours is actually sweeter than the ones shipped from the Western Regions," Shu Changyu commented.

"Of course. The winter melons of my time were carefully cultivated and improved. Both the taste and sweetness were far better than those of today," Song Yan said proudly.

After eating half a watermelon, Song Yan burped with satisfaction, and the worries in his heart were temporarily alleviated.

In the evening, Shu Changyu took him to another house.

"Other people have three burrows. How many houses do you have?" Song Yan muttered as he followed Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu smiled slightly and said, "It's always better to have more places to be prepared."

The two of them stepped into the new house, and Song Yan looked around. This house was more quiet and elegant than the previous one, and there were some exotic flowers and rocks placed in the courtyard, which had a unique flavor.

That night, Song Yan stayed in the new house.

The next day, just after noon, a horse-drawn carriage wobbled into the city gate and stopped at a herbal tea shop.

"Zhengdu, we'll go ahead. See you at the private school in three days." Several of Zhou Teng's classmates got off the car one after another and said goodbye to Song Zhengdu.

Song Zhengdu leaned out of the car window and waved in response: "Okay, see you in three days."

Then the carriage slowly moved forward. Song Zhengdu felt strange watching it. He asked the Eleventh who was driving outside: "Brother Eleven, did you go the wrong way? This doesn't seem to be the way to Fourth Brother Shu's house."

Eleven's steady voice came from outside: "The master moved to a villa in the east of the city a few days ago. I just received the news and changed my route. Young Master Song, don't worry, you will be able to reach the new residence soon."

Although Song Zhengdu still had doubts in his heart, he put aside his worries for the time being after hearing Eleven's confidence.

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage finally stopped in front of a magnificent villa.

Eleven jumped off the carriage and respectfully opened the curtain for Song Zhengdu: "Young Master Song, we're here."

Song Zhengdu got off the carriage and looked up. He saw that the villa had a closed red gate and towering walls, revealing the majesty and solemnity of a wealthy family.

Song Zhengdu walked into the villa with some hesitation. The pavilions and towers in the courtyard were scattered in an orderly manner, and the flowers and trees were lush and green. The stone path under his feet meandered and led to an exquisite waterside pavilion.

At this time, he heard Song Yan's voice coming from the waterside pavilion: "Hurry, hurry, this fish is fat."

Song Zhengdu quickened his pace and walked towards the waterside pavilion. When he stepped into the pavilion, he saw Song Yan staring at the water with excitement, holding the fishing rod tightly in his hand, as if he was afraid that the fish would run away.

Beside Song Yan, Shu Changyu supported his chin and watched Song Yan "competing" with the fish in the water with a leisurely expression.

"Brother, what are you doing..." Song Zhengdu said with a helpless look.

"Erlin, you're back!" Song Yan quickly threw the fishing rod in his hand to Shu Changyu beside him, and excitedly walked towards Song Zhengdu, grabbed his hand, and looked him up and down.

Very good, not thin, and in good condition. Song Yan nodded with satisfaction. He had always been worried that Erlin would not be able to adapt to the city. Now it seems that his worries were unnecessary.

"Brother, I'm fine." Song Zhengdu pursed his lips and replied.

"That's good, that's good." Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Shu Changyu, "Where's the fish? Did you catch it?"

Shu Changyu drawled, "Almost there."

Song Yan smiled and said to Song Zhengdu: "We are fishing. The fish in this pond are very fat."