During the famine, my ancient well connected to modern times

Chunke covered her mouth and cried, "Miss, I know you are suffering, but no matter what, you have endured so much suffering, how can you give up at this juncture? As long as you are alive, there is hope!"

"There's no hope! There's no hope at all."

Chunke shook his head, "No, there is hope. Miss, there is hope as long as we are alive, and people will change. I don't know when His Majesty's mind will change. It would be a pity if Miss just left like this." ?”

Song Liyun turned his eyes twice, but he couldn't turn his body because he kept one position for too long.

Chunke stood up quickly and helped her, "Miss."

Song Liyun held her hand tightly, "You are right, people will change. I don't believe he can always like a vulgar peasant girl."

After thinking about this, Song Liyun finally cheered up.

As the cold winter approaches, the wedding of the emperor and empress is also on the agenda.

Jiang Qian's research finally bore fruit. Two small radio stations were placed in front of Luo Tingye, and the hard work in the past finally bore fruit.

Luo Tingye didn't expect Jiang Qian to research it in such a short period of time.

"Have you tried it?"

Jiang Qian nodded, "I have tested it according to the book. Why don't you try it yourself?"

There was a bit of pride in his tone. What could make Jiang Qian proud must be an extremely important achievement.

On the same day, Luo Tingye secretly took the people from the Supervision Department out of the city and went ten miles outside the city.

Luo Tingye carefully placed the radio stations one by one.

The waiting time was too long, and Yuan Li wanted to go for a run.

Sun Ming was also very puzzled. Your Majesty asked them to come out and do nothing but stare at an iron box. What is the use of this thing? Can you tell anything?

"Drip..."

A continuous ticking sound came, like a heart-clearing mantra, causing everyone to react.

Luo Tingye excitedly picked up the headphones, listened to the sound inside, and wrote a string of Arabic numerals on the paper.

After finishing writing the numbers, he handed them to Sun Ming in a refreshing mood, "Translate according to the code book."

A month ago, Luo Tingye personally handed a code book to Sun Ming, asking him to become familiar with it as much as possible and even memorize it.

Sun Ming initially thought it was used to contact their spies outside, and thought that His Majesty's methods were very strict. Even if they were caught without the code book, they would not know what they had passed on.

So, I wrote it down very carefully.

But when he saw a string of numbers written by His Majesty after hearing the voice, a curious and enthusiastic look appeared on his face, and the blood in his veins seemed to be rushing fiercely.

"Yes."

Yuan Li was stunned on the spot, neither moving nor speaking. He only felt that his heartbeat was accelerating, his breathing was getting heavier, and his blood was running faster.

He was also reciting the code book, even faster than Sun Ming could memorize it.

Soon, Sun Ming wrote in a trembling voice, "Treat Amiao well."

Luo Tingye exhaled a long breath, "It's done!"

For a moment, everyone in the Supervision Department had a fanatical light in their eyes. They wanted to ask but couldn't, and even breathing became difficult.

Luo Tingye thought for a while, then clicked the button regularly with his fingers, and the clicking sound reached everyone's ears, like the sound of nature.

On the wedding day, the whole country celebrated together.

Luo Tingye stood on the high platform and watched Jiang Miao, who was wearing a wedding dress, walking towards the high platform step by step.

He wanted to hold her hand several times, but held back at the last moment.

It was a wedding today and the rules could not be messed up. He was not afraid of the censor participating in the performance, but his Amiao was not.

Jiang Miao took a deep breath and pouted at Luo Tingye. Luo Tingye's slightly pursed lips drew a graceful arc, comforting him in his heart, just hold on, he will be fine soon.

Feeling his encouragement, Jiang Miao firmed up her steps and finally walked to the stage.

The two of them stretched out their hands at the same time, and at the moment when their hands overlapped, it was like a string of colorful fireworks blooming in their hearts.

"Long live my emperor."

"The Queen is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old."

Jiang Miao accepted the obeisances of civil and military officials with a faint smile on her face.

Worship heaven and earth, worship ancestors, and husband and wife worship each other.

Jiang Miao secretly looked at Luo Tingye. He was more handsome today than before. He was dressed in a red exquisite robe with simple patterns embroidered with gold thread. His facial features were soft and beautiful, making him unforgettable.

Perhaps Jiang Miao was too focused and did not hear the etiquette officer's reminder for a moment, but was gently pressed by Luo Tingye.

Luo Tingye glared at her. How dare you get distracted on this big day?

Jiang Miao quietly stuck out her tongue and became serious.

"From today on, I will only have the queen in my harem, and I will never take concubines." Luo Tingye promised loudly.

All the officials sighed after hearing this.

How can a king of a country not have concubines?

Most officials did not believe that His Majesty would have only a queen in his harem. After all, there was no emperor without concubines since ancient times.

But there are also some officials who believe that His Majesty is telling the truth.

Today, His Majesty does not need a woman to stabilize the previous dynasty, and he is not a busybody who is greedy for pleasure. Why can't he just be the Queen?

There are many civil and military officials in the city who do not take concubines and only focus on keeping their wives.

Officials can do it, what can't your Majesty do?

After nightfall, Luo Tingye drank wine and his cheeks turned red, but he still walked into the Jiaofang Hall with steady steps.

He often wore yellow clothes and a red hikerchief. He lost his former seriousness and became more carefree and free. He captivated the eyes of many palace maids.

Jiang Miao was wearing wedding clothes and covering her head, sitting quietly on the bedside. The moment the sound of opening the door came, her breathing suddenly accelerated.

Luo Tingye raised his hijab with a weighing scale in his hand, and looked at the shy A Miao, mist rising in front of his eyes.

Seeing his lack of movement, Jiang Miao couldn't help but look up at him, only to see tears welling up in his eyes at some point.

"what happened to you?"

Luo Tingye grabbed her hand, put it on his chest, and said in a hoarse voice: "Ah Miao, I suddenly feel that this life is complete!"

Jiang Miao's cheeks turned redder and she pushed him gently, "What should we do now?"

A smirk appeared on Luo Tingye's lips, "Drinking, of course?" He came over with a wine flask, poured a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

Jiang Miao straightened her eyes, "Shouldn't we have a drink?"

"Don't worry."

As he spoke, Luo Tingye poured another glass of wine and brought it to his mouth again. This time, he did not swallow it. He leaned over to accurately capture the small mouth and sent the wine in his mouth to it without a drop. .

"Cough cough..."

so spicy!

Jiang Miao protected her chest with her hands, her almond-shaped eyes were a little blurred due to drinking, her fair cheeks were as red as clouds, and her pink lips were like ripe berries, attracting others to taste.

Luo Tingye's throat rolled violently, and he stepped forward.

A night of spring supper.