Chapter 332 The Warm Breeze Smudges Me Intoxicated
Chapter 332 Why don’t I get drunk because of the warm breeze?
After the banquet.
Wang Lin took Hua Rong and Yan Qing to see the land test field and a small pepper test field outside the city.
Wang Lin exchanged potato seeds three times, once in Qingzhou and twice in Hangzhou.
Three hundred kilograms of potatoes were cut into small pieces and used as seeds, which were planted on ten acres of land.
At this moment, green vines have sprouted.
The growth cycle of potatoes is only more than three months, and they will mature in summer.
Based on the huge yield of potatoes, Wang Lin knew that the potatoes from these ten acres of land could be harvested at least tens of thousands of kilograms.
And if you sow again, you can have an amazing harvest by the end of the year.
By next year, we can promote it to the entire territory under our control.
Hua Rong and Yan Qing didn't know what it was. When Wang Lin said that the yield per mu was more than several thousand kilograms, they didn't believe it at first. But now, it seems that it is really possible.
Wang Lin explained in detail to Hua Rong and Yan Qing the great uses of potatoes and their important value as military rations for war preparations. Hua Rong was suddenly shocked.
If this is true, in the future, the Qingzhou Army, which has been designated as the Eastern Army by the imperial court, will not have a problem with its military supplies.
But what Wang Lin is most interested in is the small piece of pepper seedlings.
No matter what Wang Lin said, it would be better to harvest the peppers and let them taste them themselves, so Wang Lin didn't bother to explain.
Wang Lin felt somewhat regretful.
In the system's exchange store, there is no such good thing as tobacco leaves.
Thinking that the problem of smoking could not be solved for the time being, he felt melancholy for a while.
In autumn, he is also planning to exchange some corn seeds and plant another wave of corn.
As for the rest, just save the reputation and merits for emergency use.
…
Han Ke has been appointed by the imperial court as the prefect of Laizhou.
He came to Qingzhou for several days and waited for several days.
When Wang Lin finally returned, he hurried into the palace in the evening and asked to see Wang Lin and Princess Han Yan.
"I'm going to pay my respects to the prince, and to pay my respects to the princess." Han Ke did not dare to neglect and immediately fell to the ground.
Wang Lin smiled slightly and glanced at Han Yan.
Han Yan stood up and helped Han Ke up and said, "Brother, don't be too polite. You and I are all family."
"Brother Han, I know that you are actually quite talented, but you have always been depressed. There has been a vacancy in the prefecture of Laizhou for a long time. After you take office, I hope that you will be able to show your talents in spite of the public expectations."
Han Ke said excitedly: "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will do my best to live up to your Majesty's trust and the court's trust."
Wang Lin smiled: "You and I are in-laws, and we are actually one family. I have something to say clearly. I don't want to get involved in the internal affairs of your Han family, but since you are an official of one parent under my rule, it will be convenient for you."
Take the court and the safety of the people as your own responsibility, don't be too selfish... Do you understand what I mean?"
Han Ke looked a little unhappy, but he still bowed and said, "I understand."
"Being born in a rich family is your blessing, but it is also your misfortune. But Brother Han, if you can work hard and gain fame by yourself, your future may not necessarily depend on your family..."
"You can go to Laizhou to take up your post tomorrow."
Wang Lin waved his hand, indicating that Han Ke could retreat.
For Han Yan's sake, he said everything he needed to say and reminded everyone he needed to. What the future holds depends on whether Han Ke can grasp his own future.
Han Yan looked at Han Ke's retreating back and sighed: "I hope my brother will go here and not cause trouble to the prince."
"Probably not. I have always been suspicious of people who don't use them, but I don't trust people who employ them. Although your cousin is selfish, he still has some personal abilities. If he can think clearly, he will know what to do."
Han Yan nodded and was about to say a few more words when she was suddenly hugged by Wang Lin and held her hands up and down.
Han Yan was so embarrassed: "Your Majesty, it's still early and the servants are still here..."
Wang Lin didn't care about this, he just picked up Han Yan and threw her on the couch, then tore down the curtain and pounced on her.
But at the most critical moment, when the gun was about to go off, Han Yan faintly said: "Why is there no slave family in the prince's dream?"
Wang Lin couldn't laugh or cry, pretending not to hear, and was about to go straight forward and attack Huanglong.
But she saw two lines of tears rolling down Han Yan's delicate face: "I know that in the heart of the prince, the slave is actually just a decoration. The prince and the Han family are married, and each of them gets what they need..."
Wang Lin was already on the ropes, so he couldn't think of arguing with her about this, but he knew Han Yan's temperament, and if he avoided talking about it, she would definitely be left with knots in her heart.
He held back and said softly: "Although you are not in my dream, you are in my heart and I am in your body. Isn't this enough?"
Han Yanfang's heart trembled.
She had never heard such love words before, and she felt that her whole heart was melted.
Outside the tent, Yicui and Siqin were blushing with shame. They didn't know where the prince came from with these words to coax women. If they could get even a little bit of it, even if they had to die, it would be worth it.
Yicui pulled Siqin's arm, and the two women walked quietly outside the curtain. At this time, they could hear the earth shaking and the mountains rolling red.
Then Wang Lin said: "Yeah, it's much bigger."
Han Yan was so embarrassed: "The prince who gave birth to a child..."
The two women's faces turned even redder and they quickly ran away.
He didn't dare to go far, so he only endured the shame of waiting outside, and also guarded against anyone breaking in and ruining his master's good deeds.
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Li Qingzhao’s courtyard.
Seeing Zhu Shuzhen fidgeting, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but smile softly and said: "Sister Shuzhen, don't worry, Wang Lin has just come back, but I dare to bet you that he will come to see you tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at the latest. You
Listen to me, he is definitely not the kind of person who always gives up."
Zhu Shuzhen came to Qingzhou and has been living with Li Qingzhao. Although Han Yan repeatedly promised to arrange a private hospital for her, she refused.
Zhu Shuzhen sighed softly and thought to herself: What started as chaos and ended up giving up? There was no chaos, so where did the abandonment come from?
Although she is a talented girl from the south of the Yangtze River, she is still a weak woman no different from women in the world.
Before returning home, I was very reserved, but after returning home, I felt uneasy again.
"The prince told a dream today. Although he didn't mention Sister Shuzhen, I know that he must have had you in his dream. Otherwise, how could he have traveled all the way to Hangzhou and blocked you at home?
Poetry does this to you..."
"How can a lowly slave woman win the heart of the prince... He was just pretending to lure Qian Zhongshu and his son into the trap to lure Qian Zhongshu and his son to the Zhejiang Province. He was not sincere..."
Zhu Shuzhen sighed quietly: "However, it is already a great blessing for me to come to Qingzhou, stay with sister Qingzhao day and night, and sing poems. I dare to expect anything else."
"It's really a blessing for me to have my sister as my companion. Well, don't worry about it anymore. She is as beautiful as jade, and this red tent is warm and fragrant... That man is lustful and will definitely not let my sister go."
Li Qingzhao bit Zhu Shuzhen's earlobe and said, pretending to have bad intentions.
"Sister!" Zhu Shuzhen's pretty face turned red, and she was thinking crazy for a moment.
…
The night is already deep.
At this time, the maid in the courtyard said respectfully: "Greetings to the prince!"
"Get up." This was Wang Lin's clear voice.
Li Qingzhao smiled softly: "Sister, how are you? Isn't this coming? We haven't spent the night yet."
Wang Lin is really here.
Of course he had not forgotten Zhu Shuzhen, but he came in such a hurry and was urged to come by Han Yan.
Han Yan said that Zhu Shuzhen had a sensitive personality and was as sentimental as Li Qingzhao. If Wang Lin didn't give her an explanation as soon as possible, she would probably have random thoughts again.
Zhu Shuzhen's face turned red, but her heart was extremely happy.
She stood up and met Li Qingzhao. Wang Lin had already opened the curtain and walked into the room.
"Qingzhao, Shuzhen, you two talented girls from the south and the north are finally reunited..."
Wang Lin originally wanted to say a few more teasing words, but when he saw Zhu Shu's face turning red, he knew enough was enough. After all, she was no better than Li Qingzhao, who had been returning home for a long time.
I simply can't bear to be in such darkness...
"I've met the prince!"
"My lord, you just came back and you didn't reunite with the princess. You came to my place late at night, but you can't worry about Sister Shuzhen?"
"I don't worry about you either." Wang Lin said confidently.
Li Qingzhao's face was slightly red, but he didn't care. He smiled again: "But that's okay. Sister Shuzhen and I have been compiling a collection of poems for you these past two days. What do you think it should be called?"
Li Qingzhao handed over a book with beautiful handwriting.
It's her handwriting.
Wang Lin smiled and took it, flipping through it. They were all poems he had copied after traveling through time.
He smiled: "Wang Siheng's poetry collection? No, it's a bit tacky."
Li Qingzhao shook his head: "That's not right. I originally wanted to call it Sihengji, but I always feel that some of it is not worthy of my husband's masterpieces."
Zhu Shuzhen suddenly said: "Your Majesty is a great talent in the world, and he has a long-term strategy for the times. He is the mainstay of the special stream, and the jade pot of cold dew during the Qingming Dynasty. The beauty is like the Huaihai Sea, and the majesty is like Dongpo. And the Prince is also capable of resisting enemy invasion.
Feng Lang Ju Xu’s grand ambition will surely lead to great achievements in the future, so how about naming it Po Lu Long Short Sentence?”
Li Qingzhao immediately struck the case and exclaimed: "What a long and short sentence! Sister Shuzhen is indeed my husband's close friend. Since ancient times, close friends are the most difficult to find. My husband, at this moment, how can I have no words?"
Both women looked at Wang Lin eagerly.
Wang Lin smiled bitterly in his heart.
This wishful thinking of hugging two talented women is not easy. Unfortunately, he has copied it many times, and it is really difficult for him at this time.
Let’s talk about the beautiful scenery on a good day. What kind of poem should I recite? It’s too disgraceful.
Wang Lin felt that this was something wrong and had to stop it immediately, otherwise sooner or later he would be exhausted.
If you can't write poetry, you can't even get into Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen's room?
Seeing that Wang Lin remained silent and his evil eyes kept wandering back and forth on the two of them, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but spit lightly and turned his back.
Zhu Shuzhen's face was as pink as clouds, and she lowered her head slightly.
Wang Lin was greatly moved, so he shamelessly took action.
He would never be a match against two talented women from the South and the North, but if they were to fight, he would be invincible.
Wang Lin hugged Li Qingzhao, who had her back turned to him, and without waiting for Zhu Shuzhen to slip away, he immediately dragged her back and said nonsense:
With the green mountains on the left and the pot on the right, I am breathing poetry and wine.
Why don't I get drunk when the warm wind blows, and I will live up to the beauty picture in heaven.