After selecting an enlightenment teacher for Zhao Yang, Zhao Yingluo did not have a moment of leisure.

A plan for the autumn harvest has quietly unfolded in her heart. Corn is important as a customary storage object, but it is not the most critical this year.

Her eyes had already locked on the white cotton field.

"Chen Fu, the secretary of the household department, and Jiang Laosi, the waiter." Zhao Yingluo gave an order, and the attendant acted quickly. In a short time, the two important ministers were already kneeling in the imperial study.

"With abundant rain this year, how is the cotton growing?" Zhao Yingluo got straight to the point and asked directly about the cotton harvest.

Chen Fu smiled slightly and replied: "Back to Her Royal Highness the Princess, this year's cotton growth is gratifying, and the harvest is expected to far exceed that of previous years. ”

Jiang Laosi also nodded in agreement: "That's true, Your Royal Highness Princess." This autumn is high and cool, which is very conducive to the growth of cotton. The figures reported in various localities show that cotton production will increase substantially. ”

After Zhao Yingluo heard this, her brows furrowed slightly: "A bumper cotton harvest is a good thing, but how to ensure that these cotton can be used to the best is a big problem. ”

The two important ministers glanced at each other, and understood in their hearts the concerns of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

As an important military material, cotton is collected in limited quantities every year.

Now that there is a bumper harvest, how to balance the needs of military and civilian use is indeed a difficult problem.

Chen Fu pondered for a moment and said tentatively: "Your Royal Highness the Princess, the minister thinks that the control of cotton can be appropriately relaxed on the premise of ensuring military needs. Allowing free trade among the people will not only ensure the use of the army, but also benefit the people. ”

Zhao Yingluo nodded slightly after hearing this: "This plan is very good." However, the specific operation needs to be carefully discussed. She turned her gaze to Jiang Laosi: "What do you think about this?" ”

Jiang Laosi muttered: "Your Royal Highness Princess, the minister thinks that different grades and standards can be set up when collecting cotton. Better cotton is prioritized for the military, while inferior cotton can be used for civilian use. At the same time, farmers can also be encouraged to plant more high-quality cotton to improve overall cotton quality. ”

Zhao Yingluo's eyes lit up after hearing this: "This plan is very wonderful!" In this way, it will not only ensure that the needs of the army are met, but also promote the development of the cotton industry. She immediately ordered: "Act according to this plan." You will need to work closely together to ensure a smooth harvest this year. ”

The two important ministers agreed in unison.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is in the sky, and the entire Kaifeng City seems to be shrouded in an atmosphere of joy and celebration. On both sides of the street, flaming red lanterns are hung high, and the bright moonlight illuminates a prosperous scene. Every door is full of tribute, people gather or disperse, laughter and laughter one after another, the joy of harvest permeates every corner of Kaifeng City.

In this lively night, Her Royal Highness Princess Zhao Yingluo, who is rarely idle, also has a strong interest in her heart. She decided to disguise herself as a man again, and took her personal maids Xia He and Dong Xue to take a carriage to Dongshi for a walk. As the carriage drove slowly, Zhao Yingluo admired the prosperous scene along the way through the window, and couldn't help but sigh at the prosperity of the Great Song Dynasty.

Soon, the carriage arrived in the East Market. At this time, the sun had just set, but the lights in the eastern market were bright, as if it were day. The streets are lined with everything from jewellery to silk and cloth, from porcelain and antiques to books, calligraphy and paintings. The sounds of selling, bargaining, and the occasional sounds of laughter and cheers converge into a lively symphony.

Zhao Yingluo shuttled through the crowd with Xia He and Dong Xue, curiously looking at the surrounding goods and performances. Sometimes she stopped to watch an old man's calligraphy performance, and sometimes she leaned forward to watch a group of children juggle and play. She always had a happy smile on her face, as if she was also infected by the festive atmosphere.

At this moment, she heard someone greet her: "Zhao Gongzi, long time no see!" When I looked back, it was the two brothers and sisters of Wanyan Zongyi. Wan Yanyan was dressed in red like fire, reflecting her delicate face, which looked even more charming and moving. And Wanyan Zongyi is dressed in green clothes, with a graceful demeanor, like a good son.

Zhao Yingluo was slightly stunned, then reacted, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Brother Wanyan and Miss Yan'er, fortunately!" She secretly rejoiced in her heart that she was dressed as a man today, otherwise she would probably cause unnecessary trouble in this public.

Wan Yanyan looked Zhao Yingluo up and down, and said coquettishly: "Zhao Gongzi, since you took me to Kaifeng, I haven't been seen for several months. It's hard to meet today, you have to accompany our brother and sister. There was a hint of resentment in her tone, as if she was blaming Zhao Yingluo for her coldness.

Zhao Yingluo knew that she was wrong, and hurriedly smiled: "Miss Yan'er, don't blame, there are too many things these days to get out of the way." Since I met you today, I naturally want to accompany you well. After speaking, she turned her head to Xia He and Dong Xue and ordered, "You two go shopping first, you don't have to follow me." ”

Xia He and Dong Xue looked at each other and smiled, responded obediently, and then turned around and blended into the crowd. Seeing this, Wan Yanyan also happily grabbed Zhao Yingluo's arm, and said coquettishly: "Zhao Gongzi, let's go too!" After saying that, he pulled her towards the most lively place in the East City.

Wanyan Zongyi looked at the intimacy between his sister and Zhao Yingluo, and couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart. He sighed secretly, knowing that his affection for Zhao Yingluo was destined to be buried in his heart. He shook his head, put aside the distractions, and quickly followed.

The four of them wandered around the East Market for a long time, and saw all kinds of juggling shows and strange goods. Wan Yanyan is like a curious child, full of curiosity and interest in everything. And Zhao Yingluo also rarely relaxed and enjoyed this rare leisure time.

However, just as they were still ready to embark on their journey home, an accident suddenly struck like a shower. Several assassins disguised as jugglers had been lurking in the crowd, and at this moment, they saw the right moment and suddenly attacked.

I saw one of the assassins with a sturdy body, flashing to Wanyan Zongyi's side like a ghost, and the long sword in his hand flashed coldly, piercing his left chest.

Wanyan Zongyi was caught off guard and was stabbed by the assassin's sword, and immediately blood stained his green clothes.

He snorted, staggering backwards, a look of pain on his face.

Another assassin took the opportunity to lunge at Zhao Yingluo, and the long sword in his hand slashed at her throat with a fierce murderous aura.

Zhao Yingluo was shocked, although she had learned some self-defense techniques, but in the face of such a professional assassin, she had no power to fight back.

She was able to dodge the assassin's first sword, but seeing that the second sword could no longer be dodged, her heart was filled with despair, and her mind suddenly went blank.

"It's over!" This thought flashed through Zhao Yingluo's heart, and she was even ready to close her eyes and wait for death.

However, at the nick of time, a black shadow burst out of the shadows like lightning and crashed directly into the assassin.

With a muffled thud, the assassin was knocked out by the shadow, slamming to the ground, and the sword in his hand flew out.

Zhao Yingluo fixed his eyes and saw that the black shadow was none other than Wen Boyuan, the commander of the Imperial City Division! Dressed in black with a grim look on his face, he was looking around vigilantly to make sure no other Assassins were lurking.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, your subordinates are late, and you are frightened!" Wen Boyuan walked quickly to Zhao Yingluo's side and pleaded in a low voice.

Zhao Yingluo had recovered from her panic at this moment, she looked at Wen Boyuan, and a trace of gratitude flashed in her eyes.

She knew that if Wen Boyuan hadn't come to the rescue in time, she would have died at the hands of the assassin.