Reborn Lady - Chapter 401
“I won’t meddle in the Crown Prince’s marriage. The Emperor will decide,” the Empress Dowager remarked calmly, touching a card.
Concubine Li gritted her teeth, feeling a secret hatred in her heart. That one who didn’t even dare to show off in front of her when she first entered the Yan Palace, had now become the Empress Dowager in front of her.
“Speaking of it, the Emperor is really filial, and he will mourn for three years,” Concubine Xian said with emotion.
The Empress Dowager felt that her son was naive and said with a smile, “It’s alright. When my sister (the late Empress) died of illness, the children also mourned for three years. It should be the same for the late Emperor.”
“Isn’t it time for the draft to fill the harem?” Concubine Shu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly remarked, her eyes lighting up as she grabbed a card and knocked it down in front of her.
Concubine Li’s eyesight wasn’t very good, and she craned her neck to see if it was correct.
In late March, the people near the capital began this year’s spring plowing.
Wei Luo set a date in advance and called a group of clan relatives and courtiers to farm in the Royal Garden.
The ministers all wore coarse cloth and short brown, as did Wei Luo and other royal family members. However, they all wore white plain clothes and rode at the front, looking very conspicuous.
The wind blowing on the face was no longer cold, and the morning sun was warm and comfortable on the body, but Prince Chu, Wei Yan, was very unhappy, and whispered to Prince Xiang, Wei Xuan, “The Emperor… Seriously… People have lived and worked in peace and contentment these few years. Honestly, there is no need for the royal family to plow and persuade the farmers. Does he want to copy father?”
In Wei Yan’s view, his third brother was purely doing it for the sake of reputation.
Wei Xuan glanced at him and said, “Second Brother, your words really undermine our father’s painstaking efforts to bring us to spring plowing.”
For a country, food in the fields was as important as military weapons, and perhaps even more so. After all, how could soldiers have the strength to fight if people couldn’t eat enough?
“The Emperor is broad-minded, but he also has a temper. Second Brother, don’t complain any more. You will make the Emperor unhappy for nothing,” Wei Xuan persuaded him for the last time.
Wei Yan snorted in response.
When they arrived at the field in the Royal Courtyard, Wei Yan still picked up the farm tools and started to work, especially when Wei Luo’s eyes swept over him. He wished to become a big yellow cow and receive a good performance review. People living under someone else’s roof have to bow their heads. When the Emperor was his father, he dared to be lazy. But now, it was his brother. Brothers treated each other differently, and may not be as tolerant as a father to his son.
Thinking of that, Wei Yan looked at his children and saw that Er Lang and Si Lang were hardworking, so he stopped paying attention.
On the other side of the field, Wei Heng and Da Lang were busy side by side.
When the Imperial Grandfather was seriously ill, it was the four cousins who stood by. The Imperial Grandfather once held Wei Heng and Da Lang’s hands together.
“You are good in both civil and military matters, and are the best at farm work among our brothers,” Da Lang said with a smile, observing a drop of sweat slipping down Wei Heng’s handsome face.
Wei Heng wiped off the sweat that had dripped down his chin, looked at Da Lang, shook his head, and said, “Brother, you must be kidding.”
Da Lang responded, “It’s not a joke. I really admire you. Although I work hard, I actually don’t like farming, but I can see that you really enjoy all of this.”
Having to do something and liking to do it were completely different things.
Hearing that, Wei Heng glanced at his younger brother Wei Xun, who was not far away. Wei Xun was so concentrated on sowing the seeds that he didn’t notice his elder brother’s gaze.
He then looked at his father who was walking in the front again.
He thought that the reason why he liked spring plowing was because he learned from his father. The first time he cultivated the land was in the Taoran Hall with his father and mother.
Spring plowing for him was both about persuading the farmers and also creating good memories for the family.
After working in the field for a day, when Wei Luo returned to Qianyuan Hall, Yin Hui was still three or four steps away from him and could smell the sweat and dirt on his body.
The person who loved cleanliness the most had no complaints when it was time for him to sweat and work hard.
When the water was ready, Yin Hui accompanied him to take a bath.
Wei Luo, who was in his early forties, still looked young and handsome, and his body was still strong, but he had lost a lot of weight in the past year, which made people feel distressed.
“After the spring plowing, you can finally rest,” Yin Hui said softly while helping him wipe.
Wei Luo looked at her and said, “Well, it’s time to accompany you.”
Yin Hui smiled and replied, “Who said I want you to accompany me? I have a lot of things to do every day, but I may not be free.”
Wei Luo knew she was just speaking casually.
After becoming an Empress , her biggest worry was that Concubine Li often wanted this and that. The old lady suddenly changed from a favorite concubine to an Empress Dowager, and couldn’t adapt to it, so she relied on the old to find something.
After dinner, Wei Luo took Yin Hui’s hand and walked to the Chengxin Hall in the East Sixth Palace, under the golden sunset.
Chengxin Hall was once the Chengxin Hall in the East Six Haren of the Yan Palace, and it was also the original home of Wei Luo and Yin Hui. The late Emperor turned that place into Zhongcui Hall. After Wei Luo ascended the throne, it was changed to “Chengxin Hall”.
Because the new Emperor’s family often came to Chengxin Hall to sit and chat, the palace staff cleaned Chengxin Hall every day.
There used to be two locust trees planted in the courtyard of Chengxin Hall. When the palace was built, the craftsmen moved the two lush locust trees to other places and replaced them with two crabapple trees.
In late spring, the crabapple blossoms were pink.
“When I first married you, I thought pagoda trees are too dull and not as beautiful as flower trees, but I didn’t dare to tell you,” Yin Hui said, lying on Wei Luo’s shoulder while facing the crabapple tree in the yard.
Wei Luo squeezed her hand. “Even if you had said it, it wouldn’t have been easy to change it at that time. At most, we could have planted two crabapple trees in the backyard.”
At that time, he was still living on the monthly salary from his father, so it wasn’t appropriate to spend money indiscriminately.
Yin Hui understood that there were many rules in the Yan Palace, and these rules also bound the brothers.
“Do you like Haitang (flower trees)? If you don’t like it, we can change it to something else,” Wei Luo suddenly remarked, glancing out the window.
Yin Hui shook her head and said with a smile, “Just begonia, it’s pretty.”
Wei Luo lowered his head slightly, and the twilight was falling, but her bright face seemed to emit a layer of soft light.
Wei Luo kissed her.
Yin Hui kissed him for a while, then slowly climbed onto his shoulders. When Wei Luo kissed her ear, Yin Hui couldn’t help but ask, “In the future, if the ministers ask you to accept concubines, what will you do?”
He nibbled her earlobe lightly, saying, “I told you earlier, I have you, it’s enough.” ”
“Father Emperor couldn’t force me to do things, and neither can the ministers,” Wei Luo replied firmly.
With warm breath and sweet words, Yin Hui seemed to be sipping from a bowl of peach blossom wine, feeling sweet and intoxicated in her heart.
Whether it was a jest or a test, Yin Hui’s eyes flickered as she raised his hand and said, “You swear to the Emperor, then I will believe you.”
Wei Luo raised his head and looked at her.
Yin Hui snorted and added, “Father asked you to marry me. So if you want to only stay with me for the rest of your life, you must also report to him.”
It seemed to make sense. Marriage should have a beginning and an end.
Wei Luo then raised his hand and began, “Father, thanks to your blessing, I can marry a virtuous wife, Yin Hui. I am very happy, and I vow to grow old with her forever, and will not accept others. If…”
Yin Hui immediately pulled his hand down, saying, “That’s enough, don’t say unlucky words.”
“How can you say my name in front of Father?”
Wei Luo kissed her again and whispered “Yin Hui” into her ear.
After many years of marriage, in fact, Wei Luo rarely used her name. He just wanted to be intimate, to express his feelings directly, and a burning fire ignited in the silence.
Yin Hui’s heart moved, and she blocked his mouth with a smile.
She knew everything.
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