After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

Wen Hemian didn't say anything, and Xie Lang didn't say anything either, just staring at her eagerly.

As time went on, his expression became visibly downcast: "Forget it, I am the one who made things difficult for the Master. If the Master doesn't want to, just pretend I didn't say anything..."

Wen Hemian quickly spoke up to stop his drifting thoughts: "Okay, when did I say no? I won't say that again in the future."

Wen Hemian vaguely realized that he had underestimated his importance in the little emperor's heart.

She arrived too late. After experiencing the warmth and coldness of human nature in the harem for so many years, Xie Lang was somewhat sinister and stubborn in his bones. Being oppressed by powerful officials only accelerated the process of his darkening, but it could not be denied that these qualities were inherent in him.

Let's take it step by step.

Wen Hemian relaxed.

After receiving the assurance, Xie Lang's expression instantly changed from gloomy to bright. His eyes flickered and he said seriously, "I am not trying to force you, but the relationship between you and me is not like that between an ordinary monarch and his subjects. I hope that there will never be any separation between us."

As far as Xie Lang knew, estrangement was the beginning of separation, and he wanted to completely eliminate this possibility.

Wen Hemian curled his lips and said, "Your Majesty said all the good and bad things."

She didn't really want to talk to Xie Lang for the time being.

She didn't know where the kid learned the tea-making art from, and she was a little overwhelmed.

Xie Lang said obediently: "I was wrong, Master, don't be angry."

Wen Hemian: “Heh.”

Who believes this nonsense?

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The dams in the riverside area were reinforced at a rapid pace and were completed just before the rainy season. After several heavy rains, there were no signs of a dam breach. However, the rains were particularly heavy this year and a lot of farmland was flooded, so grain production will definitely be affected again.

But there was nothing that could be done about it. The court could only wait until the rainy season was over and then send people to count the losses. At that time, they would allocate grain in a unified manner to prevent famine in the winter.

In the original book, this dynasty was not very peaceful. After all, the male and female protagonists always had difficulties to overcome. Xie Lang was the villain, and the entire era was their background.

The world in the book is cruel but real.

At this moment, she is someone who is in the situation and in a high position, so she cannot just stand by and watch.

After finishing his official business, Wen Hemian took some time to visit the farm.

Sweet potatoes are stubborn and not very picky about their growing environment, which is why they grow well after being introduced. Uncle Liu didn't even take care of it, but it grew so lush and green that one could already imagine the scene of the harvest.

As for how to spread it, it is a very easy problem to solve.

Wen Hemian can use the help of his caravans to bring this new crop to all directions. As long as someone is willing to grow it, it will gradually spread.

Sometimes, the power of the imperial court may not be as fast as the power of the people.

"When the harvest is good, I will send someone to inform you, sir!"

Uncle Liu was all smiles.

As the person who manages the farm, he has witnessed the growth ability of sweet potatoes with his own eyes. Although he has not yet seen the final results, he is completely convinced of Wen Hemian, and his heart and eyes are filled with joy.

Wen Hemian had never seen such a simple smile in the officialdom, and she couldn't help but be infected a little: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Farmers make a living from the fields all their lives. Although they seem ordinary as the grassroots, their existence has its meaning. This is how they can lift themselves up and promote the progress of the times.

Wen Hemian respected them very much because he ate the food they grew.

Uncle Liu waved his hands repeatedly: "It's not hard, not hard."

After confirming that everything was going well, Wen Hemian returned to the mansion. Not long after she sat down, she saw a flying shadow circling outside the courtyard. After a while, Liu Wu landed in front of her with his head tilted.

Wen Hemian was surprised: "Why are you back again?"

The big bird made a gurgling sound in its throat, rubbed against her affectionately, stood still, and raised its claws.

Here.

Wen Hemian strangely read human emotions from the big bird.

With a complicated expression, she took off the letter box tied to Liu Wu's leg.

The flamboyant handwriting of King Huai Ling seemed particularly crowded on the small piece of paper.

"Shuiyunfang, July 7, 15:30."

Tanabata?

Wen Hemian felt that her father had chosen this day not for any special reason, but simply for the sake of convenience. He just didn't know where he wanted her to go and what she would do specifically, so she could only wait until that day came.

It is a good habit to burn the note after reading it. After reading it, Wen Hemian burned it directly. Even if there was no secret in it, it would not be good if it fell into the hands of others.

Seeing that she was thinking, the big bird tilted its head to think for a while, and then moved closer to her without making a sound. It was obviously a bird of prey, but it insisted on disguising itself as harmless, which was really funny.

Wen Hemian smiled: "Don't come here, I know you've worked hard, stay a few more days before leaving, I promise Qingyun will feed you until you're fat."

Liuwu was raised when it was still a young bird and was very friendly. When he heard Wen Hemian say this, his round eyes suddenly lit up and he flapped his wings.

happy!

Wen Hemian shook his head.

Qixi Festival is a festival for lovers. Wen Hemian has no intention of harming others, and she will politely decline any introductions she receives.

But this time her father had specifically instructed her to do something, so she had to go and take a look. Wen Hemian was looking forward to that day.

What she didn't expect was that some court officials were naturally enthusiastic. When the day really came, she was caught just after the morning court session even though she wanted to slip away quickly.

This man was an old man from the Ministry of Rites. His surname was Fang. He didn't have any other hobbies except introducing marriages to people. He was obviously not a matchmaker, and no one knew why he loved to do this. As a result, most of the young men in the court avoided him.

Wen Hemian was unlucky. She stood at the front during the court session, which gave her an advantage over others. When she was caught, she felt extremely depressed.

I would rather die than have my friend die. Ye Zhaoxuan gave her a helpless look, and he and his colleagues quickly took the opportunity to slip away.

But Lord Fang was still chattering: "Lord Wen, are you still not going to get married this year? It's always different to have a lovely person by your side. To be honest, my distant niece is only 28 years old this year. She is very beautiful and is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Do you want to get to know her..."

Wen Hemian was not interested in whether she knew it or not. She only knew that if she lived at this age in modern times, she would be condemned.

Seeing that Lord Fang wanted to continue selling, Wen Hemian quickly stopped him: "No need, Lord Fang, I still say the same thing, I have no intention of getting married for the time being. Thank you for your kindness, I will leave now."

After saying this, Wen Hemian didn't care what Lord Fang thought, he quickened his pace and left. Looking at his back, he looked very hurried.

Lord Fang stamped his feet regretfully: "Hey, if you are not satisfied with this, there are other things. Why are you running so fast?..."

The colleagues nearby burst into laughter.