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

On weekdays, Zhou Jin only eats one bowl of rice for dinner.

Eating too much can easily lead to obesity.

But after eating a bowl of rice today, Zhou Jin felt unsatisfied and felt as if he had not eaten anything.

Looking at the delicious food on the table, she decisively asked the maid to serve another bowl of rice.

"My lord, are you not afraid of getting fatter?" Gu Xiling asked with a smile, changing her previous habit of not talking while eating or sleeping.

Zhou Jin pretended not to hear Gu Xiling's teasing, "You're already eating your third bowl, you're even more greedy! Even if you say that to me, I won't be fooled and give you the delicious food."

After saying that, he picked up the last fried shrimp on the plate.

The old lady followed along to work, walking two miles back and forth twice a day, which meant she got much more exercise than before.

After eating half a bowl of rice for dinner, the old lady smiled and said, "I feel that the country farm is more comfortable than the city, and the food is also delicious."

Gu Xiling smiled and served her grandmother a bowl of vegetable soup.

"How can the food on the farm be as good as the one in the mansion? It's just that we worked hard today and we felt hungry."

The old lady nodded, "Xi Ling is right. It seems that people still need to move more."

After dinner, Gu Xiling walked around the yard with the old lady and talked to her.

Even though she didn't take any medicine today, the old lady was able to go to the toilet smoothly.

After soaking her feet and washing up, Gu Xiling personally helped the old lady to bed.

After instructing the maids and old women to serve her well, Gu Xiling left the old lady's yard.

Looking up at the sky, there is a bright moon.

A tall and slender man with a graceful figure stood under the moon.

Gu Xiling passed by and asked with a smile: "Sir, the moonlight is beautiful, do you want to compose a poem?"

For some reason, the words "write a poem" coming out of Gu Xiling's mouth sounded very sarcastic to Zhou Jin.

The poetic inspiration that had just been brewing was extinguished by Gu Xiling.

"No." Zhou Jin replied unhappily, "I have something to talk to you about today."

Gu Xiling was surprised, "What's the matter, my lord?"

"Gu, you come here to farm not just for your grandmother's recuperation, maybe you have other purposes?" Zhou Jin asked.

Gu Xiling smiled and said, "Yes, the prince is indeed very smart."

"Tell me your intentions." Zhou Jin asked.

Gu Xiling shook her head, "I can't tell you now. I made a bet with the prince. If the prince still doesn't know after ten days, I will tell you. Okay?"

"But on the farm, you must follow my instructions. Your Highness must obey. How do you think?"

Zhou Jin felt melancholy. Although he had not been dismissed or demoted, His Majesty had not allowed him to go back.

The unknown future makes Zhou Jin feel sad and anxious.

But as a third place winner, he is talented but also aloof and will not do anything to curry favor with others.

Changning Marquis Zhou Ze seemed to deliberately downplay Zhou Jin's presence in the court and did not make any plans for Zhou Jin.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zhou Jin replied. He had been at a disadvantage in several confrontations with Gu Xiling.

Zhou Jin didn't dare to treat Gu Xiling as a stupid country girl. After ten days, he tried to find out Gu Xiling's intentions.

Return to the courtyard.

Gu Xiling naturally lived in the main house, and Zhou Jin slept in the side room, which was also Zhou Jin's study.

Zhou Jin has never been as hard-working as he is today.

After washing up, lie down on the bed.

Just as he was thinking about the ten-day appointment, his physical fatigue pulled him into a sweet dream.

The next morning.

The big rooster jumped onto the wall like a victorious general.

The loud calls drive away the night and usher in the morning light.

Zhou Jin was woken up, but he felt sore all over that he didn't want to get up. He just grabbed the thin quilt and covered his head.

Turn over and go back to sleep.

Zhou Jin, who had always had trouble sleeping, suddenly fell asleep again.

Gu Xiling asked Xiulan to give her a massage last night.

Although my limbs are a little sore today, it does not affect my activities.

She came to Zhou Jin's bed, looked at Zhou Jin with his head covered with a quilt, and smiled secretly.

"Sir, it's time to get up. We need to go to the fields as soon as possible. There is no time to waste."

"Sleep again..." Zhou Jin muttered in a daze. He recognized Gu Xiling's voice and sat up quickly, hiding his whole body in the quilt. "You...how did you get in? Lai Fu, you dog slave, what's the use of you? Don't you know to inform me?"

Gu Xiling raised her eyebrows as she looked at Zhou Jin, who was almost wrapped up like a dumpling. He was still wearing an undershirt underneath, not naked, so what was there to cover?

"Don't blame Lai Fu. He just called you and you didn't get up, so I came in."

"Hurry up and get to work. You said you would listen to me for these ten days. Do you want to break your promise, Prince? If so, I will leave now."

Zhou Jin rubbed his eyes, no more eye mucus, he breathed a sigh of relief, and became calmer, "I'll listen to you, all of it. You go out, I need to change clothes."

Gu Xiling covered her mouth and smiled, "Then I'll wait for the prince outside."

Lai Fu helped Zhou Jin change clothes, and the sound of Zhou Jin trying to endure the pain could be heard from the room from time to time.

My arms ache and my thighs feel numb and stiff.

Lai Fu whispered, "Prince, how about we take a rest today and not work in the fields?"

Zhou Jin looked through the window and saw Gu Xiling grinning. He gritted his teeth and said, "I have to go."

I can't let Gu Xiling look down on me.

Lai Fu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. The prince, who had been so strong all his life, probably would never be able to escape from the control of the prince's wife in his entire life.

Lai Fu secretly felt fortunate that he did not neglect the Crown Prince's wife at the beginning because she was out of favor.

After everything was packed up, Gu Xiling carried the basket, while Zhou Jin staggered, carrying the pickaxe, and walked towards the field with aches all over their bodies.

Feeling dissatisfied, Zhou Jin's eyes showed a hint of embarrassment after seeing countless farmers bending over to work in the fields.

He thought it was very early, but the farmers had already been working in the fields for an hour.

That is to say, farmers go to the fields as soon as it gets light.

Zhou Jin endured the pain, said nothing, and continued to repeat yesterday's farm work.

Until noon, farmers came to the fields one after another, eating black-faced steamed buns with pickles.

Zhou Jin was tired, hungry, and dizzy.

Nanny Yuan carried a basket and brought food to the Crown Prince and his wife.

The old lady learned that Gu Xiling and Zhou Jin had gotten up early to work, and walked to the fields under the guidance of her servants.

Zhou Jin was extremely hungry. He washed his hands by the stream and couldn't wait to pick up the steamed bun.

But he didn't eat it first and handed it to Gu Xiling.

Gu Xiling was not polite and said with a smile: "Thank you, Prince."

Zhou Jin just nodded slightly and didn't say anything.

He picked up another steamed bun, took a bite and savored it carefully.

The steamed buns, which I never liked to eat, turned out to be very sweet after chewing them, as if they were the most delicious thing in the world.

After finishing a steamed bun, Zhou Jin raised his eyes and looked at Gu Xiling, "Gu, I vaguely understand the deep meaning of the ten-day agreement."

The old lady was curious, "Jin'er, what is the ten-day appointment?"

Zhou Jin pondered for a moment, and there was a bit more determination and insight in his clear eyes.

"Zhou Jin used to grow up in praise. He was a high school graduate with a promising future. His concern for the country and the people was only in words."

"Everything about me is like standing in the clouds, high above. I lament the hardships of people's lives all day long, but I am superficial and have never felt the reality."