Ci Jinzhi

It was decided that Xin You would be in charge, so Emperor Xingyuan asked, "A You, who do you want to take with you?"

 “I would like to hear your Majesty’s advice.”

Emperor Xingyuan muttered: "Sweet potato is an overseas crop. Whether it can adapt to the soil and water of Great Summer, and what problems may arise during planting are unknown. According to my wishes, don't make any announcement about this in advance, and bring a few reliable people to be your assistants, etc. Let’s see if the harvest goes smoothly.”

“I think so too. I plan to take Zhu Liu with me.”

Emperor Xingyuan glanced at Master Liu and said, "Zhu Liu brought back sweet potatoes from overseas, so naturally he should be brought with him."

“There is also a need for a Qingzheng censor to serve as a supervisor.”

 The first thing that flashed in Emperor Xingyuan's mind was He Yushi, so he asked Xinyou for his opinion.

Of course Xinyou has no objection.

 “Is there anyone else?”

 “I would like to invite the Marquis of Changle to accompany me.”

Emperor Xingyuan was stunned for a moment and even thought he had heard something wrong.

Ayou wants to go with that boy He Qingxiao?

His first reaction was no, and then he was puzzled: Ayou knew his attitude towards the two of them, how could he make such a request?

Looking at Xin You again, she looked calm and calm, obviously not impulsive.

Emperor Xingyuan frowned.

Xin You said calmly: "Many people must be jealous of the new policy proposed by me, especially when I go to the south. I have to consider safety. In my opinion, the Marquis of Changle is the most trustworthy..."

Emperor Xingyuan listened to Xin You's unhurried explanation, but he couldn't say anything to refute it.

The south is a place where aristocratic families thrive, and most of the officials in the court are from the south. For someone who is completely selfless and willing to risk his life to protect Ayou, Marquis Changle is really the best choice.

 “Moreover—” Xinyou paused.

Emperor Xingyuan waited for her to continue.

Xin You looked at him calmly and said, "I would like to have Marquis Changle accompany me."

Emperor Xingyuan's expression changed, but his tone remained gentle: "Ayou, you said before that you and Marquis Changle are not suitable -"

 The Sixth Master was confused.

 What is inappropriate? Who is inappropriate with whom?

Mom, is it inappropriate for a man to marry a woman? Girl and Master He?

 What happened during his time at sea?

 The Sixth Master was too shocked to look at the emperor, so he subconsciously looked at Sun Yan.

 In his simple concept, he was working for Miss Xin, and Sun Yan was working for the emperor. They all work for others, and to a certain extent they can understand each other.

Sun Yan looked at the Sixth Master, and he really guessed what the **** man was thinking, so he showed a complicated smile.

What does this mean? He is a **** and has a son, dear.

Xin You nodded: "It's really inappropriate. My mind has not changed. But I want Marquis Changle to accompany me."

 She proposed the New Deal, produced white sugar, and brought sweet potatoes back from overseas. She did not want to take credit. But what she has done, in this person's eyes, isn't it worth letting the man she likes accompany her?

 She does not hesitate to contribute to helping the poor people in Daxia live a better life, but she will not be too **** herself.

 She wanted a little sweetness.

She never lacked sweetness when her mother was around. Now that she doesn’t have a mother, many people just want her to suffer and are not willing to give her sweetness, so she will fight for it herself.

Emperor Xingyuan looked at Xin You steadily, the emotions in his eyes kept changing, and finally nodded: "Since you want to, let Marquis Changle accompany you. But Ah You, don't forget what you said to me."

When saying this, Emperor Xingyuan wanted to tell Xin You that you are a noble official, and you can marry any son of any family you want, but you cannot marry the Marquis of Changle.

He and He Qingxiao's father fought with real swords and guns on the battlefield, with rivers of blood and countless corpses. They were rivals competing for the country of Daxia. The initial bond of friendship allowed him to retain the blood of the He family, but how could he agree to allow the descendants of the He family to marry his talented daughter, leaving hidden dangers for the Chen family.

It’s not that he doesn’t love Ayou, but he is not only a father, but also a monarch. He cannot risk the country he lost at the expense of countless brothers and soldiers.

"I remember." Xinyou said calmly, "Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will always remember."

 After leaving the palace, the Sixth Master looked at Xinyou's expression and hesitated many times. Xinyou turned her head and looked at him: "What does Sixth Brother want to say?"

"Oh, I just forgot to tell you that the big ship you asked the villain to find someone to build has been built." The sixth master actually wanted to ask about Marquis Changle, but the topic changed as soon as he started.

“Yeah, wait until we get to the south and have a chance to take a look.”

 Back at Xin's house, Xin You told Xiaolian about going to the south. Xiaolian hurriedly asked: "Can I go, my maid?"

 “Of course I’ll take you there.”

"That's great." Xiaolian's heart dropped into her stomach, and she asked about the people who were going with her.

“Master He is going too, that’s great!”

"He Yushi? He Yushi is a good man and will not embarrass the girl."

“It goes without saying that Qian Feng and Ping An want to protect the girl. Grandpa Long Live has also arranged for Miss Bai to lead elite soldiers to protect you!”

“Brother Zhu Liu—” Xiao Lian paused, then her excitement turned to vigilance, “Zhu Liu is going too?”

Thinking of the freedom to leave the capital, Xin You was in a rare mood and joked: "Brother Zhu Liu is the most familiar with what he is going to do this time. He is indispensable for this trip south."

Xiaolian:!

He Qingxiao received the oral instruction to accompany Xin You south, and thought it was in a dream for a while.

 The two met for the first time since the Mid-Autumn Festival.

 The meeting place is very familiar, it is Qingsong Bookstore.

The pomegranate tree in the east courtyard has a lot of pomegranates, and the branches are heavy and bending, adding a bit of joy to the originally quiet yard.

Xin You took He Qingxiao into the flower hall. After Xiaolian served tea, he quickly stepped back. The swiftness of his movements made Xin You's mouth twitch slightly.

 She discovered that Xiaolian also had a hobby of being a matchmaker.

“Are you surprised?” Xin You asked with a smile, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

In less than half a month, he seemed to have lost weight again.

 “It’s surprising.” He Qingxiao’s eyes were full of joy.

After that night, he didn’t know when he would see each other again, but he never imagined that they would spend time together day and night, experiencing the long winter together, and going to the spring together.

That will be a precious time that he dare not expect.

“We’ll set off the day after tomorrow.” Xin You looked at her sweetheart with a smile, “Hey Qingxiao, don’t be late.”

 “Won’t be late.”

He Qingxiao felt relieved after seeing this and stood up to say goodbye.

Xin You stretched out his hand and pulled his sleeve.

He no longer holds the position of envoy of Jinlin Weibei Town, and is wearing a semi-new azure robe with wide sleeves held by slender hands, as suitable as white clouds appearing in the clear sky after rain.

He Qingxiao Qingrun's eyes moved away from that hand and looked at the owner of the hand at a loss.

　　Time is too slow and too fast. Many times, when I think of the Mid-Autumn Festival night, it feels like a lifetime ago, but more often than not, it feels like yesterday. He clearly remembers all the details and feelings.

 But after thinking about it, I felt deep self-loathing.

Xin You guessed that he might not have felt any better after that night, and that was why he was reduced to this.

Maybe it’s better to get used to it?

“He Qingxiao, are you leaving?”