Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

In local areas, altitude has the greatest effect on temperature.Mobei's original heat conditions are not good, and it is because of the special terrain of the valley that Song Qingyuan has the opportunity to grow tea trees.

But if the altitude is too high, the temperature may cause the tea tree to die.

With this in mind, the tea gardens that Song Qingyuan ordered to open up were all concentrated on the mountainside.

This height is not only suitable for the growth of tea trees, but also will not be too troublesome for fertilizing and picking in the future.

During this period of time, the tea saplings transported to Mobei have been planted one after another.Judging from the current situation, the survival rate of tea trees is not bad, at least much better than what Song Qingyuan expected.

Among the best-growing varieties, only four or five of the one hundred plants died.

However, if you want to choose the variety that is most suitable for the climate and soil conditions in Mobei, you may have to wait until the tea leaves are harvested before making a comparison.

After the tea garden was basically on the right track, there was nothing Song Qingyuan needed to do.

Jiang Duo originally thought that they would be able to return to the royal court in a few days. He even prepared the spacious carriage, but he did not expect that His Royal Highness did not mention the matter of returning to the royal court.

Every day, I still go to various tea gardens on a regular basis, and check how the flood control canal next to the new road is being repaired.

If you don't go back, you will catch up with the spring drought.Jiang Duo thought.

On the way back to Wangting, we have to pass through a Gobi desert. If there is a spring drought, the wind and sand will be particularly ravaging.At that time, I will set off to rush back to Wangting, and the road will be much harder.

"Your Highness, when are we going back to the royal court?" Jiang Duo looked at Song Qingyuan, who was standing on the newly built road, looking at the distance calmly, and asked helplessly.

Although the scenery in Langshen Mountain is pretty good, with green grass, mountain streams and tinkling streams, flowing clouds gather and disperse on the top of the mountain, as if you can touch it with your hand.But they can't just stay in the mountains all the time.

Song Qingyuan was silent for a while, then said: "Wait for a while."

Jiang Duo was so worried that his eyebrows frowned together, he thought to himself: Their Highness doesn't want to live in seclusion in the mountains here, does he?

But in fact, Song Qingyuan really didn't think so much, he just simply felt that life in the mountains was slow, and even the air was fresher than other places.There is no need to think about those worrying issues these days, the life is really comfortable, I just want to stay for a few more days.

Song Qingyuan wandered in the mountains all day, and it was almost evening when he walked back slowly pulling the horse rope.

Raising his hand to untie the water bag on the horse's back, just as he was about to drink water, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes in the distance.

Could it be that the people in the tea garden haven't returned yet?

Song Qingyuan looked up, and before Jiang Duo, who was following him, could speak, the water bag in his hand stopped in mid-air.

"Why is King Mobei here?" Jiang Duo muttered in a low voice, with surprise and joy in his tone.

He couldn't persuade His Highness, but King Mobei was different.

As he was serving Song Qingyuan personally, he found that at some point, his highness had become extra lenient towards King Mobei, and when talking to King Mobei, the smile on his face was three points more.

If there is something new on weekdays, he never forgets to ask him to send a copy to King Mobei.

Just for a moment when Song Qingyuan was in a daze, Lian Ti galloped up the slope on his horse.

He grabbed the rein with one hand, wrapped it around the tiger's mouth a few times, and then tightened it.

Below him, the maroon horse raised its front hooves and stopped half a meter in front of Song Qingyuan.

Ever since Song Qingyuan brought people into the snow mountain, the two of them hadn't seen each other again, and it had been nearly three months.

After a brief daze, Song Qingyuan quickly came back to his senses, coughed lightly, and asked, "Why is the king here?"

"The soldiers who built the mountain and built the road have all returned to the royal court for many days, but they haven't seen His Highness for a long time, so they don't feel relieved, so they want to come and have a look."

Even the tone of the mention was casual, it didn't seem like he had rushed over for several days, but rather like he had nothing to do after dinner and went to visit the neighbor's house three steps away.

Song Qingyuan stuffed the water bottle to Jiang Duo, raised his hand and touched his nose.For some reason, I suddenly felt a little guilty.

It's not because he felt ashamed for spending so much time on vacation in the mountains, but the reason why he spends time in the mountains is mainly related to the people in front of him.

After experimenting with gunpowder in the wilderness that day, he told himself that he could no longer avoid mentioning his feelings for him.Since I don't have that kind of thought about Lian Ti, I should simply refuse it, and I can't keep catching the other party.

But every time he wanted to explain clearly, when the words came to his lips, he always felt that he couldn't open the mouth.

After struggling for a few days, he caught up with the business of building roads and replanting tea trees. Song Qingyuan persuaded himself to get down to business, and followed the soldiers to the Wolf God Snow Mountain the next day.

Now the road has been repaired, and the tea trees in the tea garden are growing very gratifyingly.Seeing that there was no excuse for him to procrastinate, he postponed the day of returning to the royal court day after day.

But now that the sufferer has found him, there is no reason to escape. Song Qingyuan took a deep breath and looked at the person in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Lian Ti tilted his head in doubt.

"Your Majesty came all the way, the journey was hard, let's go back to the camp to get some rest." Song Qingyuan said.

Let's talk about it after dinner.

Definitely this time.

"Then I will trouble Your Highness to lead the way." Lian Ti smiled and drove the horse to Song Qingyuan's side.

Dinner is mutton stew with crispy fried oil cakes.

Because it is in the mountains, many foods are in short supply.Song Qingyuan has been drinking all kinds of broth for several days, even though today's mutton is very delicious, he is a little bored.

Before taking a few bites, Song Qingyuan put down his chopsticks, sat aside and watched Lian Ti eat.

Even the gesture of mentioning eating is not rude, and it looks pleasing to the eye.But I don't know if it was because of the long day's journey, hunger, or other reasons, even mentioning one meal almost ate Song Qingyuan's usual whole day's amount.

As expected of a young man who practiced martial arts all the year round.Song Qingyuan sighed in his heart.

He remembered that when he was around 20 years old, although his appetite could not be compared with that of Lian Ti, he still had more food than ordinary people.

As for now...

Song Qingyuan looked at Lian Ti, and the person on the opposite side raised his head as if feeling something, and gave him a suspicious look.

Forget it, don't mention it.

"Why does Your Highness eat so little?" Lian Ti frowned as he looked at the almost untouched food in front of Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan originally wanted to complain to Lian Ti about the unchanging food in the camp for several days, but then he thought about how he should answer if Lian Ti asked him a question like "Why didn't you go back since the food was bad?"

After a pause, he made an excuse at random: "I had a lot for lunch, so I'm not very hungry now."

"Really?" Lian Ti stared at Song Qingyuan and said calmly.

Song Qingyuan felt numb from his staring, and was about to say something to divert Lian Ti's attention, when he said hesitantly: "Since I saw His Highness just now, I feel that His Highness has something on his mind, but what do you want to say to me? .”

Song Qingyuan gritted his teeth and thought, "Why don't you usually see you so careful?"

Seeing that Lian Ti had already noticed his abnormality, Song Qingyuan had no need to escape. He cleared his throat and said, "I have something to say to the king..."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, unconsciously pressing his hands on the corner of the table, his fingertips turned slightly white from the pressure.

Song Qingyuan organized his words, and continued with some difficulty: "Your Majesty may not know me well... Well, I have also enjoyed getting along with Your Majesty during this period of time, but I don't have that kind of relationship with His Majesty... ..."

Love between men and women?

No, he and Lian Ti are both men, so this word cannot be used to describe them.

Love between men and women?

It sounds a little weird again.

In fact, the best way is to directly say that you are not masculine...

but……

Song Qingyuan thought back on his 25 years in the previous life, he never had extra thoughts on anyone.

Even he himself didn't know whether his orientation was male or female.

Song Qingyuan looked at Lian Ti in a self-defeating manner, and said, "So... Your Majesty, do you understand what I mean?"

He originally thought that Lian Ti would be like those people who confessed to him and were rejected in his previous life, either angrily swearing at him or showing disappointment.

Or continue to confess his feelings to himself, trying to use a thousand-character, affectionate confession to prove that he is the most suitable choice for Song Qingyuan.

But there was nothing, and there seemed to be no special reaction to even mentioning it.

He stood up, walked around the table between the two of them, walked to Song Qingyuan, grabbed the hand he was pressing on the table, pinched a few acupuncture points on it, and asked casually: "The fingertips are all crushed and bloodless." Can't your Highness feel it?"

Song Qingyuan couldn't help moving his fingers, as if they were a little numb.

But is that the point?Can you respect the rejection he has organized for a long time.

Song Qingyuan let his hand be manipulated by Lianti in a somewhat numb manner, and at the same time thought silently in his heart: Did he not understand the meaning of what he said at all?

Just when he wondered if he had spoken too tactfully, the voice of repeated mentions sounded in his ear.

"I understand what your highness said. In fact, if your highness didn't take the initiative to mention it that day, I didn't want your highness to know my thoughts."

The tone of Lian Ti was unprecedentedly serious, "Your Highness can get along with me as before, but if His Highness doesn't like it, you can let the people around you tell me if there is anything going on in the future, so you don't have to see me again."

Song Qingyuan clicked his tongue, and thought to himself: I don't call myself "my king" but "I", how can I get along with you as usual.

However, he also understood the meaning of Lian Ti's words, that is, he could get along with him as before, but if he disliked his liking, he could also draw a clear line with him, and he would not pester himself.

But since you already know the other party's intentions, it's a little too unkind to act as if nothing happened.

But if he avoids it from now on, he feels that he doesn't hate Lian mention, and there is no need to do so.

He clearly gave himself the right to make the decision, but for some reason, Song Qingyuan actually felt in a dilemma.

He subconsciously wanted to grab something to distract himself, but when he withdrew his hand, he realized that he had actually grasped the two fingers that he had even mentioned for kneading the acupuncture points.

Almost forgot, his hand was still pinched by Lian Ti the whole time.

There is a ruby ​​finger on Lian Ti's thumb, which is used to prevent the bowstring from being scratched when shooting arrows.

The hard and cold touch of jade hooked the string in Song Qingyuan's heart, he quickly let go of his hand, and spat out the word "sorry" in a panic.

Lian Ti chuckled, and asked naturally: "Are your Highness's fingers still numb?"

Compared to himself who was still embarrassed, the person in front of him was so much calmer, Song Qingyuan twitched the corner of his mouth, and said in a muffled voice, "No."

It was a good confession, but for some reason it became what it is now.

Song Qingyuan pressed his forehead, thinking: Obviously he was the one who was accused, but now it seems that he is the only one who is embarrassed.

Lian Ti stood beside Song Qingyuan, and the height allowed him to clearly observe Song Qingyuan's reaction.

The moment he grabbed his finger, he could tell very keenly that Song Qingyuan was not disgusted with being in contact with him, but more of an unnatural embarrassment, maybe it wasn't impossible for him.

Lian Ti's Adam's apple twitched, and he tried his best to suppress the delusions that slowly rose in his heart, and said slowly: "There are often wolves in the snow-capped mountains. Your Highness has set up camp here. Have you not noticed the surroundings?"

"Are there wolves?"

Song Qingyuan took the topic subconsciously, with a somewhat anxious tone, "But why have I never heard of it before?"

After all, he is also the king of a country, so he shouldn't be able to deceive people with this kind of thing, right?

Song Qingyuan looked at the other party suspiciously.

"Of course there is."

Lian Ti chuckled, "Wild wolves on the snow mountain are bigger than normal wolves, and they are extraordinarily ferocious. They won't run away when they encounter beasts that are several times their size. If there are broken bones, people will be extra careful, because there must be a pack of wild wolves nearby."

Lian Ti's voice is very magnetic, and when he talks about things related to Mobei, his tone will be a little gentle unconsciously.

Song Qingyuan squinted his eyes and listened to him, interjecting a few questions from time to time, and managed to forget the failed conversation just now.

When Lian mentioned that "their eyes are green, they are especially scary at night" in a threatening voice, Song Qingyuan finally couldn't help but sneered, glanced at him and said: "Some people obviously have the same color as their eyes." It’s almost like a wolf’s, but I’m ashamed to mock others.”

Lian Ti couldn't help laughing, he said, "Your Highness had a cloak last year, which was made from their fur."

The author says:

When I was at Daxiangguo Temple, some people said, "I am afraid that the wolf in the mountain will take His Highness away." Now everyone knows who the wolf is...