Shen Miaoyan got up and walked in front of him, stretched out his hand to lift his chin, and his face was expressionless: "The former majestic Prime Minister of Chu has been reduced to a eunuch who serves me, will he be too wronged by you?" ”

"I'm ...... now I just want to live. Han Xuzhi's eyes were red, he looked up at Shen Miaoyan, and tears kept rolling down, "I was a bastard in the past, and I did too many things to be sorry for you." If possible, I'm willing to make up for it in the rest of my life. ”

Shen Miaoyan stared at his eyes and saw that he didn't seem to be lying, so he withdrew his hand, turned back to his seat and sat down, "There is indeed a lack of available people around me. But Han Xuzhi, you remember, I am no longer the Shen Miaoyan of the past. Since you have served me as Lord, you must listen to me in everything. If there is disobedience, I will take your life. ”

Her voice was cold.

Han Xuzhi was very happy and even claimed that it was.

Shen Miaoyan asked people to prepare a wing room for him in the backyard, and then called the housekeeper and ordered him to take out five hundred taels of silver and give it to Lu'er's father and mother as compensation.

After giving the order, she changed into pear-colored clothes and went to the front yard to see Wei Changge.

Wei Changge was busy in the study about the abolition of slavery, and when he heard the report from the little servant that the princess wanted to see him, he threw all the files on the bookcase and ordered the little servant to invite people in quickly.

Shen Miaoyan came in with a food box, glanced at the piled up tables, and slowly took out the pastries in the food box, "My cousin has worked hard for state affairs, I made some snacks, and my cousin will try them." ”

Wei Changge said hello, picked up his jacket and sat down behind the table, and curiously tasted the pastries made by Shen Miaoyan.

Shen Miaoyan took advantage of his eating time to tell Han Xuzhi about it.

Wei Changge didn't care and said: "Since he is an acquaintance of his sister, wouldn't it be inappropriate to let him be an internal servant?" There is no shortage of money in the house, so let him be an idler in the house, which is also made. ”

"I don't owe him anything, so why should I spend all my money to keep him in the house?" Shen Miaoyan chuckled, "Cousin's idea is inappropriate." ”

Wei Changge's peach blossom eyes narrowed, and he didn't dwell on Han Xuzhi's affairs anymore, but only praised: "The peach blossom crisp made by my sister is very delicious, if I have time in the future, I don't know if I can make more and put it in my study?" It's also a beautiful thing to have nothing to eat together. ”

He has a handsome face, and when he says this, he exudes a kind of tranquility of time, which is inexplicably reassuring.

Shen Miaoyan's heart was warm, and she smiled strangely: "It's not a rare thing, if my cousin wants to eat it, I can make it for you at any time." ”

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of the messy and piled up files on his bookcase, got up and walked over to flip through them, and said: "The slavery system has lasted for thousands of years in the Great Wei, and now it has suddenly been abolished for a while, and there must be resistance." ”

Wei Changge's expression of joking was a little more solemn: "That's right." In these days, not only did the ministers of the DPRK and China oppose it, but the policy was implemented in the countryside, and those squires disobeyed the yang and the yin, and many slaves still lived a life that was worse than death. ”

Shen Miaoyan saw a white jade bottle on his windowsill, with a few gorgeous peonies in it, and couldn't help but take out a thin branch to play with, "Abolishing it suddenly will definitely not work." I heard that slaves had no monthly money, let alone human rights and freedoms. In my opinion, instead of directly ordering the men to let the slaves go, it is better to change to a hired method first. ”

"Oh, what do you mean?"

Shen Miaoyan raised her eyes to look at the scenery outside the window, and her voice was soft and sweet: "Slave owners are allowed to keep slaves, but they must be allowed to sign a contract, stipulate monthly money and vacation time, and allow slaves to visit their relatives. In this way, the slave had a status similar to that of a long-term worker. After that, they gradually raised their status until they were completely free. ”

Wei Changge stared at her white and delicate side face, and her peach blossom eyes were full of brilliance, "Sister, this is a very good idea!" I'll write a recital, and ask the royal brother for instructions! ”

Shen Miaoyan turned around and saw that he had already laid out the pen and ink, so he couldn't help but walk over and watch him put down the pen while grinding for him.

As soon as she dropped two words, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"What is my sister laughing at?" Wei Changge raised his head, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were puzzled.

Shen Miaoyan stretched out his hand to brush the thin hair that was scattered around his waist for him, and said with a smile: "My cousin is a good hand at killing enemies, but he is not good at writing. Such an ugly word, take it out to give people a joke. ”

Wei Changge poked his chin with the barrel of the pen, tilted his head and stared at the words on the paper, "My words have been like this since I was a child, and the words of the imperial brother are also like this, no one laughs at them." ”

Shen Miaoyan was embarrassed, "The words of the eldest cousin are also like this?!" ”

God, her eldest cousin, who looks extremely elegant and gentle, actually writes this chicken-like word?!

I'm afraid it's not that people don't laugh, but that the status of the two cousins is too high, and the courtiers don't dare to laugh!

She took the brush in Wei Chang's singer, checked it and said with a smile: "My cousin has learned to be a chapter grass, and it is very inappropriate to use a wolf pen." If the pen is made of sheep's hair, the waist of the pen belly is equipped with a relatively rigid wolf hair, cow ears, etc., which can make the pen soft and smooth, and the pen is full of strength and not dry. ”

Wei Changge looked at her, only to see that she took a piece of paper casually, leaned over slightly, her slender wrist moved, and the words on it were written, "Zhang Cao can be in the simple penmanship, when the cousin has nothing to do, it is better to come to the emperor's "Urgent Chapter", Suo Jing's "Moon Ritual Post", "Ode to the Teacher" and other posts, but more than a month, you will be able to understand." ”

There was a faint fragrance on her body, and the wisps lingered on the tip of Wei Changge's nose, making him inexplicably in a trance.

He stared at his name on the paper, and felt that these three words were unprecedentedly pretty.

In the early summer dusk, the sunset spilled in through the green screen window, and a bush of peonies bloomed warmly outside the window.

The breeze stirred the beaded curtains in the room, making a crisp sound.

A stove of sandalwood was lit in the corner, and a curling smoke ring came out of the mouth of the little beast.

At this moment, Wei Changge only felt that his heart was beating like thunder, and a kind of fierceness welled up in his chest to take the girl next to him into his arms. The urge to love.

After a while, he finally suppressed the throbbing and said in a dumb voice, "Teach me." ”

"Huh?"

Wei Changge lowered his eyes, suddenly pulled her into his arms, and let her sit on his lap.

Shen Miaoyan's eyes suddenly dilated, and before she could refuse, Wei Changge had already held her hand, turned her head sideways and whispered in her ear: "Teach me how to write my name." ”

The big palm with a thin callus gently covered the back of Shen Miaoyan's hand.

Shen Miaoyan got up abruptly and took a few steps back, her amber eyes filled with fear, like a frightened deer.

Wei Changge came back to his senses, knowing that he had scared her, and couldn't help but look serious: "I'm sorry ......"

Shen Miaoyan didn't say a word, turned around and left.

Wei Changge sat alone in the room and twisted her fingertips, as if there was still a delicate touch on the back of her hand, and the tip of her nose seemed to still linger with the fragrance on her body.

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