From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Zhou Yuan lost his temper, said something that no one understood, and then threw down his pen and left.

The poem "Mercy for the Peasants" was read out, but it made everyone silent.

They didn't understand those principles, but they understood poetry. This short quatrain had only twenty words, but it seemed to contain an inexplicable power.

This power collided in their hearts, making strange sounds, making them uneasy, but they didn't understand the specific reason.

But reality will tell them the answer.

"Gentlemen, are you still going in to play?"

The old farmer didn't understand the situation, so he forced a smile and said carefully: "If you don't want to play anymore, please be kind enough to tell me so that I can save the crops. Maybe I can save a lot of them."

Liu Zhe was already irritable, so he waved his hand and said: "Why are you here to join in the fun? If you don't want to play anymore, get out of here!"

"Hey! Hey! Okay! Thank you, gentlemen!"

The old farmer seemed to have heard the best news. He hurriedly called his fellow villagers to go into the cauliflower field together and slowly lifted up the fallen Brassica rapa.

The busy figures of the two people looked extremely lonely under the sunshine.

Seeing this scene, everyone suddenly felt a little sluggish in breathing, and the power left in their hearts by the words just now seemed to be more and more shocked.

Especially in the words of the old farmer just now, there was no mention of "cauliflower", but "crops".

Crops, these two words make people feel heavy.

"You think it's flowers, but I think it's food."

Xue Ningyue's mind echoed with Zhou Yuan's words just now, and the complex expression seemed to be engraved in her heart.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say, and finally turned into a faint sigh.

"Miss Zhao, we have packed up everything and are leaving first!"

The waiter of the restaurant came forward with a smile. All the food for today was ordered from this restaurant.

More than half of it was left uneaten.

Zhao Jianjia suddenly said: "What are you going to do with the leftovers?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice and said: "Take it back and sort it, and then sell it to some small restaurants at a low price. They have a market."

Zhao Jianjia's heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible big hand, making her unable to breathe.

"Zhou Yuan!"

She suddenly shouted, and hurriedly looked back, only to see that Zhou Yuan had gone far away.

In the vast world, his lonely figure was so tiny.

But inexplicably, there was always a moment when Zhao Jianjia felt that his back was very tall.

Zhao Jianjia understood.

She understood why Zhou Yuan had to eat so much.

She understood why Zhou Yuan got angry.

Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is hard-earned? The power of this poem reached its peak at this moment, and it produced a shocking force in the hearts of everyone.

Zhao Jianjia swallowed her saliva and panted slightly.

She suddenly realized that Zhou Yuan was far from the person in the rumors, nor was he the heartless idler she usually got along with.

Everything today proved that he had talents that ordinary people could not reach, and even more thoughts that ordinary people had never touched.

That was... his avenue.

Maybe later, I should talk to him.

Zhao Jianjia's heart was still shocked, and still inexplicably sad.

Then, she suddenly saw a figure running out, holding up her skirt, with a determined face, and kept moving forward.

That was...

"Ningyue! What are you doing!"

Luo Ruanzhi shouted, and others also shouted.

Xue Ningyue did not look back, or even speak, she just ran forward, using up all her strength.

She fell, her dress was stained with mud, and her face was scratched, burning and painful.

Everyone was worried about her and shouted hurriedly.

She climbed up, without tidying up her clothes, and did not look back.

She finally rushed to Zhou Yuan's side, her face was covered with mud and sweat, panting, but her eyes were shining.

"Brother Zhou! I understand what you mean!"

She quickly followed Zhou Yuan and said hurriedly: "We are not fools. Maybe many people understand, but maybe few people will care about these. They have endless money and don't have to worry about food and clothing."

"Even those poor scholars will not care about these, because they are scholars, not poor farmers."

Zhou Yuan stopped and looked at the young girl in front of him, saying: "You chased me, so embarrassed, just to tell me this."

"Yeah!"

Xue Ningyue nodded and said: "Just to say this, I want Brother Zhou to know that I understand, I feel the same way."

Zhou Yuan looked at her carefully, then squatted down, helped her adjust her long skirt, and gently patted the dirt off her body.

"Brother Zhou..."

Xue Ningyue's voice was lower.

Zhou Yuan stood up and said: "Give me the handkerchief."

"Ah? Oh, yes, yes. "

Xue Ningyue smiled, the dimples on her face were still so cute and beautiful.

She handed over the handkerchief and said, "Brother Zhou, what do you want the handkerchief for..."

She stopped talking.

Because Zhou Yuan had already taken the handkerchief and gently wiped the dirt on her face.

His movements were very gentle and did not hurt her.

His face was close at hand, his eyes were so focused, and even his breathing was so hot.

Xue Ningyue's face slowly turned red, her ears were slightly hot, and she lowered her head subconsciously.

"Don't move, your skin is broken."

Zhou Yuan's words seemed unquestionable, and Xue Ningyue quickly raised her face and stood stiffly.

After Zhou Yuan wiped her face clean, he said, "Is there a doctor with you at the poetry meeting today?"

"Yes, yes...Jianjia invited a doctor and brought a medicine box with us to prevent accidents. "

Her voice was stuttering, and her heart was beating very fast.

Zhou Yuan nodded and said, "Let the doctor apply medicine to you and treat the wound. Go back early today and don't stay here too long."

"Hmm..."

For some reason, his words are always irresistible.

It seems that no matter what he says, she will listen to him.

Xue Ningyue felt her body shaking, and she tried her best to control it, but she couldn't hold on any longer.

She had no strength, she was getting weak, and she was afraid that she would fall directly into the other's arms.

Damn, I obviously know some martial arts, my body is not that bad!

Xue Ningyue was shouting in her heart.

"Okay, go back."

Zhou Yuan put away the handkerchief, pinched her soft and delicate face, and said, "Tell Jianjia that I will be home very late. "

"Hmm..."

Xue Ningyue nodded obediently, turned around and walked back slowly.

Until this moment, Zhao Jianjia, who saw Xue Ningyue walking back, woke up from her dream.

She seemed to realize that she seemed to have lost something.

That's my husband. He has emotional problems. I should run over to comfort him!

Why did you, Xue Ningyue, run over!

Zhao Jianjia's expression was very complicated, because she knew very well that maybe if time could go back, she would not run over to comfort Zhou Yuan.

In her heart, Zhou Yuan was not that important.

But for some reason, her heart was empty and she felt an indescribable discomfort.

"Jianjia, Brother Zhou said that he would be back later today and asked you not to worry. "

Xue Ningyue said it a little embarrassedly.

Zhao Jianjia nodded subconsciously, but her nose was sour.

How can it be your turn to intervene in our husband and wife's affairs?

She felt a little uncomfortable, but she felt relieved after thinking about it. After all, they were fake husband and wife, and they would be separated sooner or later.

So she forced a smile and said, "Ningyue, if you like..."

Xue Ningyue suddenly interrupted, "Sister Jianjia, don't talk about this. We are not qualified to arrange Brother Zhou's life."

"Like or dislike, it's meaningless. He will know what he wants. I just treat him as my elder brother."

"I'm going to find a doctor. "

She slowly walked towards the carriage in the distance.

Looking at her back, Zhao Jianjia suddenly realized that she seemed to have never given Zhou Yuan real respect.

It was as if she treated him as a private property that could be given to Ruan Zhi, and if Ningyue liked it, she could also give it to her.

Damn it!

What on earth am I thinking!

What on earth am I going to do!

How on earth should I deal with my relationship with Zhou Yuan!

Zhao Jianjia closed her eyes, her mind was in a mess.