Wen Wenqing burst into tears, and the crying passed the noisy sound of raindrops. She took the lead in the ears of others. She stood there, without waiting for Zuo Heng to come back to comfort her.

In the past, no matter how arrogant she was, he would always give in to her.

The raindrops as big as beans hit the body, and the cold that was soaked in the bone marrow.

She thought he was gone.

"Ling Zuoheng, you coward! You coward!"

"You just put on an air and refused to bow your head for your own scattered matter! Do you think you are noble?"

"I am the princess born in the Southern Dynasty! Who is nobler than me!"

"You really can't let go of nobleness. Can I let you be a princess?"

"Ling Zuohuan, you bastard! Bastard! Shameless coward!"

Wen Wenxian cursed, and she used her last bit of strength to curse him in a hoarse voice, and her tail sound hit the sky.

The sounds shook the sky, and every sentence was desolate.

Zuo Heng heard Wen Wenxian's scolding. He stopped, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and turned around suddenly, and rushed to Wen Wenxian with a cold face.

He stopped in front of Wen Wenxian with his eyebrows tightly frowned. He raised his hand and took off his coat and blocked Wenwenxian's head. He lowered his body and picked up Wen Wenxian horizontally and ran quickly to the small pavilion not far away to shelter from the rain.

Zuo Heng put Wen Wensheng on her legs, and he wrung his sleeves and gently wiped away the water from her face.

Wen Wenqing couldn't help crying. As soon as she wiped off the rain, tears suddenly burst out again and could not be wiped clean.

Zuo Heng simply hugged Wen Wenxian and asked her to lean in his arms, without coaxing her, so that she could vent her unhappiness in her heart smoothly.

She had been holding on for so long and finally could shout it out today.

Zuo Heng hugged her sobbing and gentle Wenyan tightly, stroked her back one after another to make her feel angry, and she didn't forget to tease her in her mouth.

"Look at you, you're panting, how can you look like a princess?"

"You are not angry yet." Wen Wenyan shrank into Zuo Heng's arms, thrusting and thrusting, "I tell you, if you don't take this princess away today, Your Majesty will give this princess to others."

Zuo Heng hugged Wen Wenxian and refused to speak.

He is not worthy of marrying a princess.

"Do you think your name is given for free? Your Majesty kept it specifically for you to marry me." Wen Wen gave Zuo Heng a blank look, "Otherwise, it would be easier to find an excuse to kill you."

Zuo Heng hugged Wenwen tightly, his face pressed against her forehead, "I have to change you into clean clothes as soon as possible, otherwise I will get caught in the cold."

Wen Wen refused to support herself, and broke free and straightened her body. She raised her chin and pouted, "You just want to marry me."

"Yes, yes, yes, what my princess says is what you say."

Zuo Heng knew that Wen Wenlan was sure that it was not for this reason.

Since you can survive for a lifetime.

Then he only follows His Royal Highness.

"It seems that the only benefactor of the Emperor Sister is the one who is the one who is good at it. The rain fell too timely. It was a god-given marriage."

Wen Wenlan, who was sheltering from the rain on the temple building in the distance, witnessed everything that had just happened. If it weren't for the emperor's desperate cry, she wouldn't have noticed it.

She withdrew her gaze and turned into the palace, "Zhou Mohuai hasn't hugged me like this."

Wen Wenlan sat next to the table, drawing a small circle on the table with his index finger.

He looked at his Majesty sitting here with grievance, without anyone to accompany him, and he had to watch a scene that was enviable from afar, and wanted to reach out and grab someone over and kneel down to coax his Majesty.

"The emperor and Zuo Heng were both wet. You send someone to escort them back to Shuhe Palace, send two sets of clean clothes and ginger soup, and then ask Shangshi Bureau to send some hot meals, let them take a shower and change clothes, have a good rest, and then send them out of the palace." Wen Wenlan waved his hand, "Go quickly."

Shuhe Palace is the palace where Wen Wenxian moved out of the palace.

Zuo Heng entered the palace this time, he probably came to pick up the things he had not taken away. She would not let Zuo Heng approach Jiu Qin Hall until Wen Wenlan turned the Jiu Qin Hall to the sky.

When Wen Wenlan returned to Jinluan Palace, the rain outside had already been much less. The towering and gorgeous Chang'an Palace was soaked. There was a thin layer of rain that had not been able to flow out on the palace road. Even the air was wet. It seemed that with a wave of the sleeves, a curtain of water could be cast.

"Lanlan, when I came back just now, Buyan told me that you were out and you were not wet." Zhou Mohuai came over in three or two steps and hugged Wen Lan. A cool and damp air came up. He held Wen Wen Lan's hand and it was also a little cool, "You go to change clothes and bath to warm your body first, don't catch a cold."

Wen Wenlan touched her skirt and was a little wet, but thinking that the weather is not cold now, she felt that even this was not a big deal. She has always been in good health and is not so easy to get cold.

However, the wet clothes were not comfortable to wear, and Wen Wenlan changed her clothes under the servitude of Dongying and Dongling.

Thinking that he wouldn't have to go out later, Wen Wenlan changed into a light blue robe and light apricot-colored big sleeve shirt. The hem of the skirt was embroidered with surging waves, and behind it was a large peony.

"Where is the memorial handed over by Zhao Qing just now? Take it over, I want to take a look." Wen Wenlan changed his clothes and came out, holding the tea and put it on Wen Wenlan's table. "Mo Huai, come here to accompany me, you can grind it for me."

Buyan placed Zhao Shunran's folds upright on the table, then stepped aside and stood next to Buyu.

When Your Majesty reads the memorial, it is best not to disturb Your Majesty.

Especially when His Majesty and General Zhou stay together.

Wen Wenlan opened Zhao Shunran's memorial and wrote a lot in it. In addition to narrating the current situation of the treasury, Zhao Shunran also explained the situation of the treasury in the past few years. Even the account books of Tianning and Zaide in these years, Zhao Shunran also dug out for Wen Wenlan, summarized the specific situation and wrote them all in the memorial.

After reading all the contents of the memorial, it took a lot of time. Wen Wenlan felt his head hurt. She put down the memorial and exhaled a long breath.

"It turns out that I was not rich at all in the Southern Dynasty." Wen Wenlan raised his hand and rubbed his swollen temples.

The Southern Dynasty was established for only 30 years, and the treasury was in deficit in most years. After Bai Wuyan captured Hangzhou and pacified the south, the treasury of the Southern Dynasty had a little by little. In addition, the weather and weather in recent years were good and there were no major disasters, so the treasury became full.

However, Zhao Shunran wrote some ways to increase revenue and reduce expenditure at the end, saying that the emperor would not have to worry. With the accumulation of the past few years, even if there was a natural disaster, the current grain storage and national treasury in the Southern Dynasty could survive for a few years.

Although these were not what Wen Wenlan wanted, the methods Zhao Shunran came up with could meet the needs of the past year.

Wen Wenlan lifted the pen and left the red mark. When he put the pen down, he felt his neck stiff, his arms were sore, and his head became heavier.

I'm afraid it's not really caused by the cold. Wen Wenlan leaned back and took a deep breath and exhaled for a long time. Her physical condition did not improve.

"Mo Huai, my shoulders are sore, you can rub them for me." Wen Wenlan didn't feel that she was infected with the cold. She was in good health. I guess she had been tired after reading this memorial for too long.

Zhou Mohuai put down the inkstone strip, wiped his hands and stood behind Wen Wenlan. He secretly glanced at the memorials spread out on the table. Seeing the vermilion-red handwriting with words such as dragon and lion, army, etc., he quickly lowered his eyes and stopped looking around.

He didn't know what was said in the memorial, and he couldn't read it at will. Instead of seeing what he shouldn't have read, it's better to keep your eyes on it.

I just saw it, let’s just pretend that I didn’t see it.

Before dinner, Wen Wenlan felt that it had improved a little, but her head was still heavy and had no appetite. She only moved her chopsticks a few times and then sat there.

"Lanlan, what's wrong with you? Do you have no appetite?" Zhou Mohuai also put down his chopsticks with Wen Wenlan. In a blink of an eye, Wen Wenlan's face looked fine, but his bright eyes on the usual day looked indifferent now.

Zhou Mohuai reached out to explore Wen Wenlan's forehead, but Wen Wenlan avoided it.

"I don't have much appetite today. You can feed me the soup. You can only drink it."

Wen Wenlan half-supported her head on the dining table. She turned halfway to look at Zhou Mohuai, with a smile on her lips, and a faint warm light in her eyes. Her eyes were half-drooped, and she didn't say much, just waiting for Zhou Mohuai to move.

The face with exquisite makeup seemed to be urging Zhou Mohuai to please her soon.

It seems like you are talking about not caring about anything, you can do it yourself.

Zhou Mohuai blushed and glanced at him from left to right. So many people were watching him.

But judging from Wen Wenlan's appearance, she wouldn't open her mouth if he didn't do anything. Zhou Mohuai was afraid that Wen Wenlan would be hungry, so he quickly went to serve the soup obediently.

The bone soup that Dagu had been brewing for a day, and shrimps were added to it to enhance the flavor. You could smell the fresh fragrance without getting close. Zhou Mohuai served half a bowl of soup, and he scooped a spoonful of it with a spoon, blew it and sent it to Wen Wenlan's mouth.

Although the broth is fresh and delicious, Wen Wenlan still had no appetite after drinking half a bowl. She only ate such a little bit and even felt full.

Zhou Mohuai put down the soup bowl and frowned slightly. He picked up some more dishes for Wen Wenlan, "Lanlan, eat some more."

Zhou Mohuai gradually realized that Wen Wenlan was not right today. It was not right. She must have been very unenergized after reading the memorial. Could it be that the matter in the memorial made her embarrassed again?

Just now, he saw the memorial mentioning the dragon and lion. Could it be that the ministers were talking nonsense with some things that were not available? Zhou Mohuai recalled his recent words and deeds without any omissions. The ministers should not use him to make things difficult for Wen Wenlan.

But Wen Wenlan's lack of appetite today is different from his lack of appetite on the night he returned to Beijing.

Wen Wenlan finished eating the dishes that Zhou Mohuai picked for him, put down his chopsticks and put his hands on his legs. It seemed that he really didn't want to eat anymore, "You keep eating, I'll just look at you."

Seeing that Wen Wenlan had no appetite, Zhou Mohuai stopped eating. He took Wen Wenlan's hand and said very gentle, "Is there something unpleasant about it again? Don't be too tired. Take a rest and relax your head. There will always be a solution. Since you have no appetite now, wait for a little better at night. You can't force you to eat it."

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A woman who acts like a spoiled woman is the best. She has the best chance to act like a spoiled woman. The princess’ wedding date is also on the agenda. When will Your Majesty get married?
Chapter completed!