Reborn as a bride, pretending to be virtuous, the prince held his waist and regretted

Seeing Zhou Jin's shocked look, Gu Xiling reached out and poked Zhou Jin's cheek. She lowered her voice and whispered in Zhou Jin's ear: "Why are you looking at me like this? Although what I said was shocking, if you step out of this circle and look at the overall situation from a high perspective, this conclusion should not be difficult to draw, right?"

Zhou Jin reached out and grabbed Gu Xiling's hand. "What you said just now reminded me of the past. I was shocked because you might have guessed it right. My wife is as smart as a fairy!"

"What nonsense!" Gu Xiling gently patted Zhou Jin's shoulder and chuckled, "The high yield of corn is a great contribution. Everyone knows that the corn was grown in Changning Marquis' Mansion, but sharing the credit can better promote corn."

Zhou Jin pondered for a moment and nodded, "A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Father has made great contributions some time ago, and the successful planting of corn, a high-yield crop, is an achievement that will go down in history. The Changning Marquis's Mansion is indeed too eye-catching."

Gu Xiling nodded, "I'll just keep an eye on it here. Go back and write a memorial to His Majesty, giving the credit to His Majesty and the Crown Prince. But I don't think His Majesty will agree, but he will probably give it to the Crown Prince. You're planting corn on the Crown Prince's orders, so won't this become a good story?"

Zhou Jin scratched his nose and said awkwardly, "Everyone in the capital knows that we planted it. If we try to push it onto His Majesty and the Crown Prince, will people accuse us of fawning on them?"

I have a lofty personality and find this kind of flattery too direct and a little bit unacceptable.

Zhou Jin's temperament was so interesting, how could Gu Xiling be willing to let Zhou Jin change? Would he become a person who would do anything to achieve his goals, regardless of etiquette and morality?

Living with a person like that, you have to sleep with one eye open. How tiring!

Gu Xiling smiled sweetly, her eyes were flowing and crystal clear, as if there were thousands of stars in them.

Zhou Jin felt a little embarrassed by Gu Xiling's smile, "I... I just think it's too direct. Can you be more tactful? After all, when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came today, I..."

Gu Xiling stopped making things difficult for Zhou Jin and chuckled, "You can start with the name of the corn and then give the credit to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Everyone in the capital knows what happened anyway. Even if they are not satisfied, they have to keep it to themselves."

"If someone makes irresponsible remarks, the Marquis of Changning Mansion doesn't need to take action. Your Majesty will also take action to consolidate the crown prince's achievements and status. Anyway, the Marquis of Changning Mansion accounts for most of the credit for corn, so it's not shameful to do so."

When Zhou Jin heard this, his eyes lit up, "Madam, I want to write a fu."

When Gu Xiling heard Zhou Jin talking about writing a fu, her scalp went numb.

Some time ago, she had nothing to do, so she tidied up Zhou Jin's study and read some of the poems and songs Zhou Jin had written in the past.

Although sour poems are sour, they only have a few lines.

Those poems are so long.

It’s not that it’s bad, but the language in it is too ornate. Gu Xiling doesn’t recognize some of the words, and she has never heard of the allusions in it.

If Zhou Jin hadn't explained it, Gu Xiling wouldn't have understood it at all.

This cannot be blamed on Gu Xiling. In her previous life, Gu Xiling taught herself and learned practical things. How could she have the time to learn allusions and rhetoric from the corners of ancient books?

Gu Xiling gently pulled Zhou Jin's arm and said, "My husband, this fu is not only used to extol merits, but also to promote it. You can't just let those literate scholars understand it, you have to let the vast majority of farmers understand it."

"So when you write your fu, keep it as simple as possible. After all, the people who ultimately grow corn are the common people in the fields, and how many of them can read? It should not only be simple, but also catchy, use allusions, and be appreciated by both the elite and the masses. Keep it as concise as possible."

When Zhou Jin heard this, he was slightly stunned, then he laughed, thinking of the funny scene when Gu Xiling was reading his fu before, not knowing the words and scratching her head constantly.

"Okay, I'll take note!" Zhou Jin playfully pinched Gu Xiling's chubby cheeks, "I promise that my wife will know and write every word you write!"

Gu Xiling glared at Zhou Jin, patted Zhou Jin's shoulder with the round fan in her hand, and said angrily: "My husband is laughing at me, but I won't agree!"

"Haha!" Zhou Jin laughed heartily, freely and elegantly. He was in a good mood. My wife is really funny.

Wang Shiwen saw Zhou Jin leaving on a bamboo sedan chair and winked at Dachun, "Go and see what Zhou Jin is going to do?"

"Yes, sir." Dachun agreed, pretended to have a stomachache and went to the toilet, then escaped.

Lai Fu was Zhou Jin's long-time attendant. After sending Zhou Jin to the study, he stood guard at the door of the study, and no one was allowed to disturb the prince's thoughts.

Zhou Jin was inspired and, with Gu Xiling's reminder, he knew everything from the discovery of corn to its growth and harvest.

In just the time it takes to stick up an incense stick, an article of about 300 words titled "Ode to Food. Corn" was completed in one go.

At this moment, Zhou Jin felt as if he had made further progress.

This feeling is very mysterious. The article is naturally formed and is the result of a master's hand.

After Zhou Jin checked it, he found nothing taboo, so he copied it again and asked Lai Fu to return to Beijing and give it to his father, Marquis Changning.

Dachun came to the farm and learned that Zhou Jin had returned to the study, and Lai Fu was guarding the door.

He was also the chief attendant, so he naturally understood that the Prince of Changning must be writing something important.

When I returned to the garden, I happened to meet Xiuzhu who came back to get water.

Xiuzhu saw Dachun peeking around the moon gate. The prince’s study was in this courtyard.

She looked puzzled, "Aren't you the attendant of Prince Wang? Do you have something to ask the prince?"

"Miss Xiuzhu, let me help you carry it." Dachun smiled apologetically and helped carry the pottery jar filled with water. "I came to see my young master. He is not here and is preparing to go back!"

Xiuzhu handed the water jar to Dachun, rubbed his white fingers, and said with a smile: "Don't peek like this in the future. If the guards see you, they will arrest you."

Dachun was startled and shrank his head, "It's so scary, but I don't see any guards?"

"If I let you see it, how can I catch you by surprise?" Xiuzhu was proud. Maybe there were people guarding on the roof or in the trees. "Let's go. Your master is not in the yard."

"Yes, thank you Miss Xiuzhu for reminding me." Dachun chuckled, took out a box of Meiyanfang's fine rouge from his sleeve and handed it over. "If it weren't for Miss Xiuzhu's reminder, I might have made a mistake today. This is just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it."

In order to win over people and get information, Dachun deliberately bought rouge, which now came in handy.

Xiuzhu's eyes lit up when she saw Yanzhi. She was reluctant to use such a good rouge. She had already walked out of the door and wanted to reach out to take it, but she didn't dare to. "No merit, no reward. I dare not accept your things."

Dachun disagreed, "Miss Xiuzhu, you are too polite. My master and I will stay at the manor today, and we will need your help. If there is anything wrong, please remind me in time. If you don't accept me, I won't bother you if I have something to do."

Hearing this, Xiuzhu breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a small matter in life, and it would not be harmful to accept it, so she reached out and took it, "Then I won't be polite."

"Thank you Miss Xiuzhu for your kindness!" Dachun smiled. Since she accepted his things so easily, she must be easy to bribe.

Thinking of the young master's special hobby of "caring" about Zhou Jin, Dachun felt that it would be necessary to bring more things to this beautiful maid in the future.

However, Dachun did not forget the Master's instructions at this time, and asked tentatively: "The Master and I came a little late today, and did not meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. I wonder what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said at the manor? Miss Xiuzhu, if you tell me, I will reward you handsomely."