When Cheng Yao met Jiang Wenju again, he found that the other party was extremely polite to him—a kind of politeness that was almost cold.

He didn't know what was going on, so he said casually, "Your Majesty, Prime Minister, you said a few months ago that you would give me a position in the Ministry of Industry, but I don't know..."

Although the Ministry of Industry is a place where you do practical work and is not as lucrative as the Ministry of Civil Affairs and Accounts, you can’t become a big fat man with just one bite. As a newcomer, I am very satisfied if I can find a way to enter the Ministry of Industry. As for promotion step by step, I have plenty of time and opportunities.

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Jiang Wenju was speechless, "It's hot and humid now. I think your frail body might not be able to stand it when you go to the Ministry of Industry. It's better to be at ease in the Hanlin Academy."

Hearing this, Cheng Yao seemed to be prevaricating, and he couldn't help but become impatient, "Sir, didn't you say that the emperor had great praise for the ten directions of flood control? Why is there no news yet?"

When Jiang Wenju saw that he dared to question himself, he immediately raised his eyebrows. However, he thought that as an elder, he would be lowering his status by being angry with a younger generation, so he simply said: "To control water, you must have water to control it. This year, there is a severe drought.

It’s too late to ask for rain in the Longxi area, so there’s no need for your ten methods of water control!”

After saying that, he went to attend to the birthday celebrations for the imperial concubine. After all, Jiang Bilan was his eldest daughter. Even though Jiang Wenju didn't like his wife very much, he still valued this daughter. Besides, saving the imperial concubine's face also protected the Jiang family's face.

Cheng Yao stood dumbly for a while, then saw the Jiang family's servant throwing out the wild ginseng.

He couldn't help but feel a little angry. Even if the master didn't give him face, how could the slave dare to fight against others?

He said coldly to the man: "What do you mean?"

The servant squinted his eyes and said, "The Jiang family is not suffering from a fatal disease, so why do you need this ginseng root of yours to survive? If you have this spare money, keep it to replenish your brain!"

The man surnamed Cheng didn't know what he meant. Qian'er came to tell him that the young lady was pregnant. It turned out that it was just hearsay. Fortunately, the Prime Minister didn't listen to him and went to congratulate the emperor. Otherwise, he would have been embarrassed.

Cheng Yao was so angry that he didn't know whether he was pregnant or not. He wouldn't check if he was pregnant? This family is really stupid and stupid. They have to have Guan Ju Palace to give birth to a fair and fat prince before they have a sense of crisis, right? They still have time to celebrate their birthdays.

, it’s almost better to wait for the death ceremony.

Cheng Yao held the precious wild ginseng in his arms, but he was reluctant to throw it away. Thinking that the Xia family was about to send something to the palace, he also showed his face to let Xia Tong know that he was thinking about her.

Never change.

Xia Tong found the ginseng tree among the groceries sent by her parents' family. She was a little surprised at first, thinking when did the Xia family become so wealthy?

When he heard that it was given by Cheng Yao, Xia Tong laughed and said, "I'll give him some money."

This ginseng was big and thick, costing at least several hundred taels of silver. Cheng Yao really spent a lot of money this time.

While several people were discussing, the emperor came in and asked, "What's so big and thick?"

There was a narrow smile on his face.

Xia Tong thought to himself that this man really knows how to grasp the key points. Why didn't he think that the emperor was so capable of playing rogue before? Sure enough, he was so familiar that he could make jokes.

Of course she refused to pander to the emperor's vanity and praise him for his great weapons - although he did have them - but said frankly: "My family has sent me some gifts... My cousin has also sent me some gifts."

Liu Zhang's brows frowned slightly, and soon disappeared, "Since it's his intention, just accept it."

He is determined to be an upright king, and of course he should not get angry over trivial matters.

Xia Tong knew how inconsistent this person was, so he laughed and said: "I am young, how can I use such an old ginseng? I am not afraid of getting angry?"

She was also afraid of nosebleeds due to the patching!

The emperor's face softened a little, which showed that Cheng Yao was not very good at giving gifts and was a useless person.

Xia Tong looked at his expression and said, "I was thinking that I might as well donate it to the Imperial Hospital..."

Ginseng is not easy to sell, and the longer it is kept, the medicinal power will gradually lose, which would be a waste. It would be better to send it to a hospital to treat illnesses and save people, which is still a meritorious deed.

Liu Zhang waved his hand, "No, you think the hospital is short of money? I allocate a lot from the treasury every year. If you can't even afford the ginseng, I think someone must be lining their pockets."

Of course, these are just excuses. If it really saves a life, who does this merit belong to? The emperor doesn't want Cheng Yao to get any benefits, not even the benefits after death.

Xia Tong had no choice but to say: "Then I will send this concubine to Linzhi Palace."

Anyway, Concubine Jiang's birthday was coming, and Xia Tong was worried that she would not be able to come up with a meaningful gift. Ordinary gold, beads, and jade articles were too tacky, so Jiang Bilan might not look down on her, so Cheng Yao just happened to solve her urgent need.

This seemed like a good idea, and the emperor nodded in agreement.

Xia Tong breathed a sigh of relief. Marrying a petty husband was really troublesome, but now everything was settled happily.

Seeing that the emperor didn't seem to care much about Jiang Bilan's birthday, she couldn't help but asked anxiously: "Your Majesty, won't you send a congratulatory gift to the imperial concubine?"

"Of course I have to give it away," Liu Zhang said, "Just let An Ruhai go to the warehouse and pick one."

After all, Jiang Bilan was the niece of the Queen Mother and his cousin. The emperor would not be unfavorable on such a big day.

Xia Tong felt relieved now. If the emperor didn't even send gifts, Jiang Bilan would suspect that she was the instigator. She didn't want to offend the Jiang family's taboo at this juncture.

"Then, will Your Majesty accompany the Imperial Concubine on her birthday?" Xia Tong asked carefully while nestling in his arms.

Of course, this companionship refers to the night. Although Xia Tong has never seen the emperor summon her to the palace since she entered the palace, she does not believe that a normal man will still remain a virgin in his twenties, and it is not that he has a hidden disease - eh

, Head disease should not be considered a hidden disease, right?

Even if you are lazy on weekdays, you should always dedicate yourself on your birthday.

There was a smile in Liu Zhang's eyes, "Are you jealous?"

Xia Tong:……

In fact, she just wanted to gossip. If she really met a romantic emperor, could she be jealous? Of course, the person in front of her seemed to be very upright, and being the only one she loved these days gave Xia Tong some delusions, but

She never dared to go too far, let alone talk about love - who dared to talk about true love with the emperor? Historically, true love rarely ended well.

In front of the emperor, she didn't dare to say she didn't love him. Everyone has vanity. Wouldn't it be courting death to attack the emperor's self-confidence?

So she had no choice but to lower her head and remain silent.

Liu Zhang felt that she was indeed jealous, but he was too embarrassed to say it openly, so he hugged her waist with a smile and said: "Okay, I promise you, I will accompany you that day and never abandon you, okay?"

Xia Tong:……

Forget it, it’s really getting darker and darker as you describe it. If you can’t do everything well, you have to take care of yourself.

After being confined for half a month, Feng Yuzhen finally ushered in the long-awaited light - Concubine Jiang decided to introduce her to the emperor at the birthday banquet, for which she had to prepare well.

Although I don't know why Jiang Bilan suddenly changed her mind and wanted to help her, for Feng Yuzhen, this was good news, and she naturally had to grasp it.

Feng Yuzhen quickly thanked her and returned to the palace to make plans.

Her face was supposed to be very attractive, but the emperor turned a blind eye, so Feng Yuzhen had to find another way. The emperor didn't like women who were too beautiful, and probably liked those who were showy and talented - of course she hadn't heard of anything about Xia Tong.

Talent, maybe in bed?

Feng Yuzhen is not afraid even if she really has better skills in the tent. The question now is how to make the emperor willingly take her to the bed.

Poems, lyrics, and poems were just elegant and not practical. Feng Yuzhen thought about it and decided that dancing was the best. It could not only show off her extraordinarily graceful figure, but also create an effect of outshine the clouds in contrast to the accompanying dancers.

Although she is not very good at dancing, systematic help should be enough.

To be on the safe side, she specially called the system to communicate and asked if it had any good ideas.

The system boasted, saying that although it could not dance on behalf of the host, it could provide a special kind of dance clothes with a kind of airy fragrance attached to it, which would surely make everyone who saw it unable to take their eyes off it and be deeply attracted to it.

After experiencing many failures, Feng Yuzhen had doubts about the system's ability, "It really works? Isn't it just lip service?"

The system looked sullen and said, "If you think it's useless, you don't have to use it."

This ghost has quite a temper. Feng Yuzhen said hurriedly, "Isn't this just in case? What kind of incense did you use? Will the hospital find out?"

She didn't want to be accused of dirtying the palace.

Seeing that she had given in, the system proudly explained to her that the scent on it was not an aphrodisiac, but a deception, attached to the clothes, and the effect would disappear when she undressed and went to bed at night.

In short, when she puts on those clothes, Feng Yuzhen will look like a fairy in the eyes of outsiders. From now on, she will have to rely on her own efforts.

Feng Yuzhen was not worried. After the lights were turned off at night, who could still see who? Besides, she was still confident in her skin. Even if she didn't have to use charm techniques, the emperor would still fall in love with her.

Although dancing is just a show, Feng Yuzhen is a perfectionist and still strives to do her best. As long as she succeeds this time, she will be able to get rid of Jiang Bilan's control and become today's favorite concubine.

As for Xia Tong's little hooves, Feng Yuzhen didn't take it seriously at all. The emperor only favored her for a few nights because of novelty, but the time in the palace lasted for ten or eight years, or even only three to five years. Feng Yuzhen

I don’t believe that the emperor can still like this kind of stuff.

Her own appearance, however, is everlasting and will never fade with time. Feng Yuzhen stroked her smooth face proudly, as if she had foreseen the future scene of dominating the Sixth Palace.

On the other side, Jiang Bilan looked at the people Mrs. Jiang sent from outside the palace and couldn't help frowning, "Where did mother find this?"

The visitor smiled and said, "What do you think, Madam?"

If she hadn't known that Xia Tong was dining with the emperor in the Qianyuan Palace at the moment and was not in front of her, Jiang Bilan would have thought that Hu Meizi had learned the art of body splitting.
Chapter completed!