With the barrage above my head, I am the richest in Beijing

Lu He's appearance at this time was really too tragic.

Although His Majesty acts harshly, he will not care about the life or death of his senior officials.

Moreover, he also needs to take care of Gu Niannian's mood.

After all, what the other party knows seems to be extraordinarily different.

Especially the matter of national subjugation...

Thinking of these, His Majesty's mood fluctuated a bit.

If you want to know what happens next, you have to save this person first!

His Majesty had countless thoughts in his mind. After that, he raised his head and took a deep look at King Jin, and then said in a deep voice: "This matter will be discussed after it is found out. Lu Qing will go and tidy up her appearance."

After hearing what His Majesty said, Lu He knew that this matter would not be settled hastily.

This made him relax physically and mentally.

Lu He's current state is indeed not very good-looking. His Majesty did not care about the lack of etiquette in front of the emperor. He quickly thanked him: "Old minister, I thank you, Your Majesty."

After thanking him, he stood up.

Gu Niannian looked at him from the side and sighed softly.

【Why. 】

When the sound came out, the two people who turned on the small speaker function were startled.

Lu He was grateful to Gu Niannian for exposing this mess and providing evidence.

However, now that I hear Gu Niannian's voice, I still get a thrill subconsciously.

His Majesty looked as calm as before, but the hand on his side suddenly tightened after the sound.

[Lord Lu looked really pitiful. He was okay, at least he died of his old age, but his son defended the capital when the world was in war, and was stabbed in the heart by thousands of arrows from the rebel army. He can be regarded as a loyal and brave man. 】

Gu Niannian had just browsed through other news about the Lu family.

When she turned to the death of the Lu family's youngest son, she was filled with emotion.

Lu He, who had already stood up, collapsed to the ground when he suddenly heard the news of his youngest son's death.

His Majesty, who also heard the voice, felt his heart tighten, and did not care about the other party's misconduct in front of the emperor.

Gu Niannian sighed at first, and then his eyes widened when he saw another piece of news.

His Majesty's cold eyes fell on Gu Niannian again, just in time to see the little girl's round eyes and the anger in them.

So, what did you see again?

His Majesty, who had been irritated by the news of the country's demise, took a deep breath and quietly pricked up his ears.

[It’s okay if I don’t look at it, but I’m even more angry when I look at it! 】

[Damn it, where did Prince Jin’s face come from? My elder sister was tortured and hanged to death by them, and on the pretext of taking care of the child, she asked others to marry her as well, so that she could continue to jump into this pit of fire? 】

[The second girl of the Lu family was originally very talented in agriculture, but was tricked into the Jin Palace and died in depression before she reached thirty. 】

……

What followed was a series of fancy curses.

Because he was too angry, his emotions fluctuated, irritating Gu Niannian's fragile body.

Then, before she finished swearing, her vision went dark and she fainted.

Ankang, who was following him, had quick eyes and quick hands and helped the person in time.

Before Ankang could make a sound in panic, His Majesty had already said in a deep voice: "Call the imperial doctor!"

Immediately, a chamberlain quickly ran to the Imperial Hospital. At the same time, His Majesty signaled to Ankang: "Help your princess go and rest first."

There was no soft couch in this side room, so Ankang could only help the person to sit on a chair.

When he heard the news that his youngest daughter also jumped into the fire pit and died before she was thirty, Lu He couldn't control it anymore. He rolled his eyes and fainted.

King Jin:......

Help me, help me, someone help me!

His Majesty did not let him kneel there and gave Quan Fu, the chief steward next to him, a look.

The other party understood immediately, walked down with a smile, came to the front of King Jin, and said with a smile: "After the morning court, the prince will come over. I think I am very tired now, so let me rest with my servant first."

King Jin instantly understood what Quan Fu meant.

Your Majesty wants to control him first to prevent him from returning to his hometown to report the news.

The problem is, even if he were asked to go back, he wouldn’t dare!

King Jin stood up tremblingly. Because he had been kneeling for a long time, he staggered when he stood up. He almost fell to his knees again, but Quan De raised his hand to help him, and then he managed to stand still.

King Jin went to the next door and was temporarily placed under house arrest.

His Majesty notified the imperial physician and arranged for the palace staff to first carry Gu Niannian to a nearby palace for temporary accommodation, and then let the imperial physician take a closer look.

After carefully diagnosing the pulse, the imperial doctor replied: "Your Majesty, the princess is suffering from anxiety, but there is nothing serious."

Knowing that nothing was serious, His Majesty breathed a sigh of relief.

The imperial doctor wrote the prescription quickly, and soon a medicine boy was there to prepare the medicine.

The imperial doctor not only prescribed medicine, but also gave an injection.

Although it doesn't hurt, it is swollen.

Gu Niannian was awakened by this uncomfortable feeling. He opened his eyes, looked at the unfamiliar gauze above his head, and subconsciously asked, "Where is this?"

Ankang was beside himself with anxiety. When he heard his girl's voice, he hurriedly replied: "Back to you, girl, we are still in the palace."

The memory slowly came back, and Gu Niannian finally came to his senses.

Her body felt a little heavy, and some of the needles hadn't been taken out yet, so she wasn't in a hurry to move.

The waiting time was really boring, so Gu Niannian poked at the spoiler system again.

[Tell me, if the second girl of the Lu family had not married into the Jin Palace, would she have developed a hybrid rice with a yield of 1,000 kilograms per acre? 】

His Majesty, who was looking through the brochures next door, took the bamboo slip and gave it a violent slap.

The reason why he didn't go far was actually to verify something after Gu Niannian woke up.

That is, can these words be seen through walls or something like that?

How far apart can the sound be heard?

Now the distance between the two sides was not far, only a few dozen meters, and he could still hear Gu Niannian's active voice.

But through the wall, the corresponding text can no longer be seen.

However, His Majesty no longer cares about anything else at this time.

He wondered uncertainly, what did he hear? !

Yield per acre?

Dazhou already has methods for converting pounds to stones and buckets.

Your Majesty's mind works very fast and he quickly realized that a thousand kilograms per mu is equivalent to about sixteen stones!

Sixteen stones!

Nowadays, their yield per mu is basically about one and a half dan, and the top-grade fields can only get 2 dan.

The difference between sixteen stones and two stones is eight times!

The memorial in front of me suddenly became boring.

Putting down the memorial, His Majesty quickly stood up and strode to the door.

This place is closer to Gu every year.

Your Majesty is ready to get closer and listen to what exactly we need to do to produce a thousand catties per acre.

Gu Niannian, who knew nothing about it, was still discussing this issue with the spoiler system.

[Spoiler System: Theoretically speaking, it should not be possible, because modern hybrid rice was also developed based on many theoretical foundations. Today's agronomic theory is insufficient and it is difficult to achieve the final result. 】

The system made sense. Gu Niannian nodded and put forward different opinions at the same time.

[A thousand pounds is not enough, but a few hundred pounds is fine, right? I remember that at this time, the yield per mu was only more than 100 kilograms? When a bumper harvest hits two hundred kilograms, then you have to give a bump to God, right? 】

The plot system is looking through the information, and His Majesty, not far away, has already nodded in agreement.