"Is it appropriate for Cousin Lan to deliver food alone?"

Lin Jiaruo asked while opening the letter in his hand.

The 200,000 grains in Huangzhou are not in the major granaries in the south of the Yangtze River, and if they are lent to Longxi in the name of Lin Zhizhi, there will be some flaws.

But if the Lan family comes out, everything will be reasonable.

At that time, the Shen family was just a businessman, and he could come up with 150,000 stone of grain; Now the Lan family is already a relative of the emperor, and there are 200,000 stone of grain hoarded in Jiangnan, although it is a bit much, but it is not impossible.

Jiangnan was short of grain, so the king of Jinling County said that Lan Zize, the prince of Lin'an, would take the grain hoarded by the Lan family and make a simple business with the Yan family in Longxi.

This matter, led by Lan Zize, could not be more suitable in terms of identity.

But behind this grain borrowing incident are inextricably linked, and when he has to shoulder the transaction with the Yan family in Longxi, Lan Zize is a little more tender.

"Let my uncle go with me!" He laughed.

Lin Jiaruo glanced at him, and seemed to smile: "Your little uncle is really good now!" ”

Lin Zhizhi smiled: "It should be!" ”

There's nothing wrong with that.

Lin Jiaruo smiled and looked down at the unfolded letter in his hand.

This is a letter sent with the holy decree, written by Jianlong Emperor Lin Shisheng to his daughter.

The girl looked at it with a smile on her brow and tears in her eyes.

When she had finished reading it, she carefully folded the letter, put it back in the envelope, and instructed the maid to wait for the pen and ink.

Lin Zhizhi took the initiative to take over the work of grinding ink, looked at her with a smile, and asked, "Did Your Majesty praise you?" ”

Lin Jiaruo nodded with crooked eyebrows, and said in a sweet voice: "Daddy said that I did a good job in the affairs of the imperial mausoleum, and those in power should put the people's livelihood first, and repairing the imperial mausoleum is just the icing on the cake. ”

He couldn't help but praise and praised: "Your Majesty is indeed a wise monarch!" ”

"Of course!" She said proudly, "I said a long time ago that my father will definitely issue an order to transfer food, and he said that he will make a life for the people and open up peace for all eternity!" ”

She lay on the bookcase, watching him grind the ink, with impatience in her eyes.

"Since my father has agreed to borrow grain, Yan Huai has to show sincerity, the letter he wrote to you before——"

Speaking of this, she suddenly exclaimed, lowered her voice and asked, "Did you burn the letter?" After asking, I was a little uneasy.

Before he got the holy decree of grain transfer today, his situation was in a dilemma, and keeping Yan Huai's letter was actually a way out.

"It's burning!" He laughed, "If something so dangerous were stolen by someone else, wouldn't it be a drag on me to compete for a colt?" ”

She smiled sweetly and continued: "Although he wrote you a letter like that before, although it is excusable, it is really unkind, now my father is interesting enough, and he should mean it too!" ”

Seeing that the ink was thick enough, he began to write letters.

This letter was written to Xu Jiaoning, but the content was directed at the Yan father and son.

“…… My father's will has been made, and the grain merchants in the south of the Yangtze River are allowed to go north to trade with the Yan family...... In the coming days, Longxi will plant grain varieties all over the south of the Yangtze River...... Jiangnan is the Jiangnan of the Great Zhou, and whose Longxi should be Longxi? ”

"Wangyan's family is good at cherishing itself, don't miss the opportunity!"

Lin Zhizhi kept seeing the last sentence, couldn't help but chuckle out loud, and praised: "It's a pity that Ah Ruo was born as a woman, otherwise, he must be the prince who everyone expects!" ”

Lin Jiaruo put down the pen, picked up the paper with the ink not dried and left it aside, tilted his head to look at him, and grinned: "Big brother really thinks it's a pity that I was born a woman?" ”

His eyes dimmed, and he smiled slowly: "It's because I said the wrong thing, Ah Ruo was born as a man, it's really a pity......"

She pursed her lips and smiled, put away the dried letterheads one by one, folded them, put them in the envelope, took another letterhead, and began to write a second letter.

Lin Zhizhi glanced at it and said with a smile: "I will play the matter of borrowing grain in a book and give an explanation to His Majesty and the courtiers!" ”

Lin Jiaruo didn't raise his head and said: "Your explanation is your explanation, I have done so many things in a place where he can't see, I must always talk to him in person, so as not to spread the changes in his ears through others——"

She paused for a moment and said in a firm tone: "Daddy certainly believes in me, but I don't want to give others a chance to separate our father and daughter!" ”

He smiled and said softly: "Ah Ruo is right, this is very good!" ”

This girl, transparent and clear, firm and soft, has the world in her heart, and sticks to her own body - why is his Ah Ruo so good......

Perhaps, if she is in charge of Jiangnan, she will not be worse than him.

He was looking at her with a smile, his thoughts wandering, and suddenly he saw her raise her head, her pen supporting her chin, and asked coquettishly, "When will we return to Beijing?" I'll talk to Daddy first! ”

He smiled and asked, "Do you want to be earlier or later?" ”

Her little face was slightly red, her eyes were charming, and she said softly: "I want to be earlier, but I want to be late......"

Lin Zhizhi was so hot by her eyes that his heart was hot, he leaned over to her with both hands on the bookcase, and said softly: "I also want to think about it sooner, and I want to ask you for marriage earlier, and I want to separate from you later......"

If he restores the surname Xiao, it is unlikely that he can stay with her like this all the time before he gets married.

"Then we'll go back sooner or later......" Lin Jiaruo's face turned crimson and said in a low voice.

He couldn't help but touch her face and said, "How is June?" ”

June? It's still a bit late, right?

Lin Jiaruo hesitated, but still raised the pen and wrote.

On the 15th of February, the lunar eclipse and flood tide approached as scheduled, and the heightened and reinforced river embankment precariously blocked the tide, but the valley where the imperial tomb was located was flooded.

After the tide, Lin Jingsheng came back from Qiantang.

After handing over the affairs of Yu Hang to Lin Jingsheng, Lin Jiaruo was taken to Yao's home in Wucheng, Huzhou, to meet his real grandfather.

In mid-March, he returned to the Jinling Palace.

From October last year to February this year, they were busy for nearly half a year, and after returning to Jinling, both of them seemed to have relaxed.

He seemed to have some problems left over from the snow disaster and spring floods to solve, and he accompanied her every day unhurriedly to practice archery and calligraphy, travel the mountains and rivers, and occasionally deal with some official business.

Lin Jiaruo hadn't lived such a leisurely and carefree life for a long time, seeing that he didn't mention it, he was a little reluctant to mention the matter of returning to Beijing, so he was like this, muddy, day after day.

Until the second day of the first month of April.

"Where are you going today?" Lin Jiaruo asked suspiciously.

Usually I go out in the morning, but this time I went out at dusk, and I went out directly on a horse.

He looked back with a smile and said, "There is a place that I have always wanted to take you to, and I have endured it until I took you today!" ”

So mysterious?

Lin Jiaruo was instantly aroused interested, and asked, "What place?" ”(https:)

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