Master is a white moonlight

For the past two days, Leng Yizhen has been thinking about his relationship with Princess Fengyi.

In Fengning Hall, Leng Yizhen was wearing a snow-white robe and sitting in front of the desk, her long light brown hair was scattered on her back, and a bow was casually tied at the end of her hair with a dark green silk ribbon.

The golden sunlight passed through the treetops and cast a mottled light and shadow, and then refracted in through the window, and fell on Leng Yijiao's long hair and side face lavishly.

Leng Yizhen rested his chin on his hands and looked at the portrait, the folding fan, and a Chinese herbal medicine - Morinda officinalis.

The picture scroll was spread out, and on it was Princess Feng Yi who looked exactly like herself.

The woman in the painting is wearing a goose-yellow robe, with a vermilion peach-shaped dimple on her forehead, and she is standing under a silk tree in full bloom.

His face was like a peach blossom with a smile, and a pair of almond eyes that looked like autumn water cut pupils seemed to be filled with a sea of ​​stars.

Next to the picture scroll is a folding fan made of white jade, and the two lines of characters on the fan are also consistent with my own handwriting.

[I don't see you in a day, it's like March.Not seeing each other for a day is like three autumns. 】

The strange headache occurred after seeing the portrait of Princess Fengyi, and after looking at this folding fan, the conversation between two women flashed in my mind.

Thinking about it carefully, the two people who were talking to each other were clearly Princess Fengyi and the High Priest!

Memories like these reappeared again and again, which made Leng Yijiao begin to doubt his identity.

Who are you?Why do you recall the memories about Princess Feng Yi one after another?

"Morinda officinalis." Leng Yizhen frowned slightly, pinched the Chinese medicinal material in front of his eyes with his fingertips, and put it under his eyes, blurting out the pharmacology, "It is pungent in taste and slightly warm in nature. It is mainly used to treat all kinds of severe wind pathogens, and can strengthen muscles and bones. Stabilize the five internal organs, nourish the spleen and stomach..."

Before the words fell, a tingling pain hit the brain instantly, and the pain was so painful that Leng Yizhen threw away the Chinese herbal medicine in his hand.

Leng Yijiao tried his best to endure the headaches that came, not wanting to disturb others.

Because it was nap time, Leng Yijiao dismissed all the maidservants around him, so no one is around now.

Leng Yizhen lay her entire upper body on the desk, pressing her temples lightly with her fingertips from time to time, trying to relieve her headaches.

Fortunately, the tingling didn't last long this time, and it all dissipated within a short while.

After a short rest, Leng Yizhen poured himself a cup of hot tea, and then went to lie down on the soft couch for a while.

Drowsy and tired, Leng Yizhen just lay down on the soft couch and fell asleep.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden knock on the door of the hall.

"His Royal Highness, are you awake?" Zhu Hua stood outside the door and said respectfully, "Prime Minister Zuo has something to ask to see you."

Zhu Hua's body had already recovered, so he immediately petitioned to return to Princess Feng Yi's side and serve her by her side.

"His Royal Highness, the old minister has something to see." Prime Minister Zuo stood at the entrance of the hall in an indigo court dress, with his back slightly bent.

After Leng Yizhen had a good night's sleep, she no longer felt a headache.It's just that his complexion hasn't completely softened yet, and he looks a little pale.

As soon as Prime Minister Zuo came, Leng Yijiao opened his eyes suddenly, but was stung by the dazzling sunlight outside the window and closed them again, blocking the sunlight with the back of his hand reflexively.

Leng Yijiao frowned slightly, only then remembered that the two-day deadline promised to Prime Minister Zuo had expired.

Shenshi, Yushufang.

Leng Yizhen sat on the lacquered gold dragon chair, looking at the highly respected veteran of the three dynasties with a pair of pitch-black almond eyes.

"Prime Minister Zuo, I've been thinking about it for two days." Leng Yijiao organized his words before saying, "As for Bei Rong's unreasonable price hikes, what we have to do is to solve the problem from the root cause."

"I don't know what the root problem Her Royal Highness is talking about...?" Prime Minister Zuo sat on the nanmu chair in the middle of the study, looking at Princess Feng Yi in puzzlement.

"Since ancient times, the buying and selling of commodities has always followed the market demand." Leng Yizhen said, "The so-called market demand depends on two main factors, one is the price of the commodity, and the other is the quantity that buyers need to buy and their own purchasing power."

"..." Prime Minister Zuo was confused, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Take Bei Rong's wheat as an example." Seeing that Prime Minister Zuo didn't understand, Leng Yizhen thought about it and planned to give an example, "Bei Rong is rich in wheat, and the land is vast and sparsely populated, and the grain output is higher than people's demand. Therefore, Beirong sells the excess grain to us every year at a high price."

"The price of a commodity is determined by the demand and supply of the commodity." Leng Yizhen picked up the fragrant tea brought by the maid and lowered his head to take a sip, "Wheat is a commodity here, and now we as buyers need to purchase Too large. This caused the quantity of goods to be in short supply, which affected the price of the goods and caused the price of the goods to rise for a while.”

"Unless we solve the problem of grain production at the root and become self-sufficient, we no longer need to buy grain from Beirong." Leng Yizhen put down his teacup and concluded.

"Your Highness the Princess doesn't know something." Prime Minister Zuo only understood the last words of Princess Feng Yi, and quickly explained, "The terrain of my Daji is not as flat and fertile as Beirong, and there are many highlands with barren soil. There is no way to grow food on barren slopes.”

"I have a way." Leng Yizhen looked at Prime Minister Zuo with a pair of black eyes like ink, and said firmly, "That is to build terraced fields."

"Terraces?" Prime Minister Zuo, who has lived for 70 years, is the first time he has heard such a term, and said humbly, "Please give me your advice, Your Highness the Princess."

"To put it simply, the so-called terraced fields mean to build good fields on slopes." Leng Yizhen said, "It is one of the most effective measures to control soil erosion on slopes. Terraces also have the function of water storage, which can solve the irrigation of crops. question........"

Next, Leng Yizhen explained the principle of the terraced fields to Prime Minister Zuo in detail.

After Leng Yijiao's detailed explanation, Prime Minister Zuo finally understood what "terraced fields" were, and he immediately looked at Princess Feng Yi with admiration.

"The construction of terraced fields takes a long time, and it requires a lot of manpower and material resources. I have to discuss it with the high priest." Leng Yizhen felt that such a major matter should be discussed after Xuan Qiao returned. "As for the current lack of For food, we still have to buy it from Beirong first."

"It's still Her Royal Highness who is thoughtful, and the old minister admires it." Prime Minister Zuo said as he stood up and bowed in salute.

"Prime Minister Zuo please get up quickly!" Leng Yijiao also stood up and said again and again, "There is no need to perform such a grand ceremony!"

"Thank you, Your Highness, Princess." Prime Minister Zuo slowly straightened his back, his heart was so touched that his eyes were red.

Little do they know that the young Princess Feng Yi is not only extremely intelligent, but also has a heart for the common people, which is the blessing of the Great Ji.

If it is true as Princess Fengyi said, the terraced fields will be built in Daji.First, it not only solves the problem of wasteland, but also greatly increases grain production.Since then, Daji no longer needs to buy grain from Beirong.

The livelihood of the people is nothing more than food.

.........

At night, the bright moon is like water, and the moonlight halos among the thick dark clouds.

Xuan Loi stood in front of the window in a crescent white gown, with half-wet black hair hanging down her back, looking calmly at the moonlight outside the window.

At some point, the night rain began to drip in the dark night sky.From time to time, accompanied by blazing lightning, one after another pierced the sky.

"Come in." Xuan Qiao heard the movement, still turned her back to the door, her voice was indifferent, "Have you brought anything?"

"High Priest, Wan An." The shadow entered in a flash, knelt down on one knee, and respectfully offered the object in his hand, "This is what you want."

When Xuan Qian heard this, she turned around.Walking slowly in front of Shadow, he picked up the package of medicinal materials wrapped in cowhide in Shadow's hand.

"High Priest...do you really want to do this?" Shadow asked boldly, his voice trembling.

I know I shouldn't talk too much, but after all, thousands of lives are at stake.

"Huh?" Xuan Qiao's phoenix eyes were half-closed, the tails of the long and narrow eyes were slightly raised, and a murderous look appeared in the eyes instantly.

"Damn this subordinate!" Shadow knelt down on his knees with a "plop", his entire upper body bent on the ground, "I hope the high priest will spare me!"

"Go down." Xuan Qiao snorted coldly, and dropped a sentence impatiently.

After the shadow left, Xuan Qiao casually threw the herbs in her hand on the desk, and went back to the window again.

"Xiao'er, everything you do for the teacher is for our future." Xuan Qiao looked at the heavy rain outside the window, her amber pupils sank instantly, "You can't be too partial."