[Qing Dynasty] "Gege" is polite

What if this disturbing envelope was not handed down from the East Palace, but Kangxi's?

Such a thought flashed through Wen Liang's mind, but it was not a sudden thought.According to Wen Liang's understanding of Kangxi in the books he had read, he was indeed a talented and generous king, but he was not as tolerant as Tang Taizu.The emperor who caused the Shenwei cannons and sealed them up can neither be said to be short-sighted nor long-sighted.His temperament is slightly paranoid, and he becomes more generous and suspicious in his later years.This character is not formed in a day

It is cumulative.

Wen Liang began to carefully observe Yinzhen who was negotiating with his staff, and Feng Guoxiang was expressing his own opinions on this matter.As far as the small part of Wen Liang's attention is concerned, it makes sense.However, most of his energy still fell on Yinzhen.

He noticed that Yinzhen's fingertips were tapping on the table from time to time, sometimes not very repetitive, but a little restless, gradually changing with the staff's words.If it is not an illusion, then Kangxi... Wen Liang silently.

The most poisonous thing is the imperial family.

Even if Yinzhen really felt something in his heart, Wen Liang also guessed this possibility, but no one, nor anyone, could blurt out this guess. Compared to this, it is better to believe that Donggong himself made it up.Another guess... This time is too early, too early.

After the show ended, Wen Liang came out at the end, walked slowly, and soon fell behind them by a large distance.Shen Zhu noticed this, and slowed down without a trace, and gradually the two walked side by side, "Miss Wen, how have you been these days? I rarely see you walking around."

"It's nothing serious, it's just that I'm much more lazy and prefer to stay indoors." Wen Liang nodded at Shen Zhu, with a gentler attitude towards him.Shen Zhu is one of the rare colleagues who is close to Wen Liang, and he doesn't seem to be looking down on men.

Shen Zhu heaved a sigh of relief, "I thought you were disturbed by those broken words. If so, then it's great. The weather is dry and cold, and it's good to stay indoors. It's just that spring is still early, and I don't know when it will be warm Come down." Speaking of this, Shen Zhu's tone became somewhat quiet.

Wen Liang knew that he was reminded of this year's spring plowing, and the news came yesterday that many newly transplanted crops had been frozen to death in Huangzhuang on the outskirts of Beijing. If this is true, it will be difficult.

"This is God's will, we have nothing to do." Talking about this matter, a thought suddenly crossed Wen Liang's mind.

Nowadays, most of the farming can only rely on God to reward food. If there is a drought or flood, there is nothing to do.If we can improve on this, can we make a difference?Wen Liang vaguely remembered that he had read the miscellaneous books in the library, but he couldn't remember it for a while now, and he had to think about it when he went back.

Although he is indifferent, the memory in the original body also has scenes of mourning, since it can help, why not?

In order to catch this flash of inspiration, Wen Liang hurriedly said goodbye to Shen Zhu, and went straight back to the small courtyard.Dai Duo, who was planning to have a "chance encounter" with Wen Liang at the corner, could only watch "Miss Wen" leave from his eyes, feeling discouraged, but also more curious about Wen Liang.

After Wen Liang returned to the small courtyard, he sat down directly in front of the desk. While polishing the ink, he was also meditating on the books he had read before. That vague feeling kept revolving in his heart, occasionally flashing Several clips were recorded by him eagerly.

Tongque saw Wen Liang crouching over the desk studying something from afar at the window, and didn't dare to go in and disturb her.Sitting outside with a small stool poking her purse bitterly, no, she hasn't even cut the cloth head yet, so she can only sit up from the most basic handwork.When she noticed that Shi Chen stood up with a sore back and was going to serve dinner, she found that Wen Liang's posture had hardly changed, and she was still writing something on hand.

After hesitating for a moment, she trotted to the kitchen and insisted on asking for a special heater. She placed it at the bottom of the food box, then put the dishes in the upper compartment, and came back carefully.Tongque vaguely heard from Su Peisheng that if the master writes furiously sometimes, he can't bother him if it's not something important, because if his thoughts are interrupted, he might not be able to connect again.

Tongque didn't know what Wen Liang was doing, but she could still do this little thing.

When Wen Liang finally stopped writing, he almost used up the full ink.There is a thick pile of writing on the paper spread out in front of him. From the messy and lazy thoughts at the beginning, to the smooth thinking later, to the cursive handwriting at the end, Wen Liang recorded all the things he could think of in his memory.

As he raised his head, Wen Liang heard the crackling sound of the bones on his shoulders and back, and the casually rolled up bun was a little loose, but Wen Liang didn't care at all.Now in the house, it is naturally convenient and convenient.

"Gege, it's time for you to eat something." Tongque waited for Wen Liang to stop writing, and quickly took the opportunity to speak.Wen Liang touched his abdomen, which had long since felt nothing, and opened the food box.

The warm dishes made Wen Liang raise his eyebrows a little, he took out the food, sat down to the side and began to eat, "You have a heart." Tongque smiled, and then continued to struggle with her purse.

After Wen Liang quickly solved his dinner problem, he took his thick stack of things and read it silently by candlelight carefully, with a general idea in his mind.It's just that from tomorrow onwards he needs more books on agronomy.Wen Liang doesn't have much about this part in his memory, if it is to be realistic, Wen Liang has to re-study it by himself.

This is not a problem that can be solved overnight, Wen Liang carefully put away the stack of papers, and then began to wash the pens.He has always done these things by himself. After tidying up the desk, he sat back on the couch again with a book in his hand.

This is a habit he left behind when he worked in the library. Wenliang's job is relatively free, and he has little time to deal with people. When he has nothing to do, he just sits in his seat and reads casually.It doesn't matter what content he is reading, it's just to pass the time, so he has read a lot of strange books and memorized a lot of unorthodox things.

"Gege." Tongque has finished cutting all the necessary things and is trying to sew the two pieces of cloth together. Wen Liang knows that this is an extremely failed work without looking at it. "The clothes you said last time are ready. Yes, they delivered the news today, and it will be delivered tomorrow."

Wen Liang paused for a moment while turning the pages of the book, and looked down at his attire today.Ever since he needed to maintain the persona of a big guy in women's clothes wearing women's clothes, Wen Liang changed the style of the clothes.But no matter how much it was modified, the femininity still couldn't dissipate.

After all, the focus is on women's clothing. If the clothes are completely changed to be neutral, or even deliberately masculine, how can they be called women's clothing?Wen Liang had completely given up on the idea of ​​changing clothes, and Wen Liang didn't even feel interested in commenting on this batch of new clothes.New clothes have to be made every month, Wen Liang has calmed down, and it's not a big deal.

It's a pity that something really happened to such an ordinary thing.

The next day, just as Wen Liang got up, he heard the brazen sparrows and people arguing outside.The man's voice sounded familiar, Wen Liang should have heard it before.After a while, Tongque came in angrily, and reported to Wen Liang, "Gege, something happened at the embroidery workshop, and your clothes were sent to the inner courtyard, and now Li Fangfujin is making a fuss."

"That person is the embroiderer?"

"Yes, something happened to them, so I wanted to ask you for help. What is it called? It was their fault, why should Ge Ge bear it?" Tongque's face was puffy, and she didn't want to let her Come in.It's just that the embroiderer is kneeling outside now, looking too ugly, I should have known that I shouldn't have opened the door just now.

"Bring her in."

Bronze Sparrow nodded, it should be, and went out to lead people.In an instant, she came over with a pale embroidered lady, sweating profusely, looking extremely pitiful.

Wen Liang cleaned his face slowly, and waited until he wiped all the water stains on his palms before asking, "What's the color of this batch of clothes?" He just asked the people in the embroidery workshop to make clothes for a new month as usual, No color style specified.The embroiderer murmured, her lips trembling, "Among the twelve pieces of clothes, except for the last two that are plain, the rest are all pink and bright yellow." The implication is that all are fresh and tender colors.

It has only been half a month since the death of Li's son, and now someone is rushing to send red and purple clothes to her. For her, it is undoubtedly adding salt to the wound and stomping a few times on the most painful and hurtful place. How not to be angry, how not to hate!

"Why did you send it wrong?" Bronze Sparrow asked.

"The embroidered workshop was supposed to catch up with the clothes that Li Fangfujin requested these days. They were all plain and clean. They should have been delivered at the same time as your clothes, and they had been marked differently. It's just that Li Fangfujin suddenly sent someone to personally Came over to pick it up, and the embroiderer who stayed behind gave the clothes. But it was clearly marked, and when I opened it in the morning to confirm, I found that what was left was Li Fangfujin's plain clothes. Before we could discuss it, Then Fujin led someone over."

It's easy to say that it's coming, it's like calling at the door.

After Wen Liang sorted out the clues in her mind, her thoughts suddenly drifted to a picture for some reason.

It was at the end of last year, the first day he became Wenliang was summoned by Yinzhen, the person who came out of the house...it should be Fujin's personal servant girl.

It is not only the Li family who knows that there is a "woman" in the front yard, but also the Fujin Ulanara family.Could it be a coincidence that he suddenly remembered this matter?

Wen Liang pondered, if he was frequently involved in the inner courtyard, it would not be a good thing for him.