But Xin'er was worried that Muchuan would be disturbed by his busy schedule, so she fell into hesitation and entanglement.
Hehua saw that Xin'er was silent, so he guessed what the young lady was thinking.
"Miss, you have to be brave! Master Muchuan is a rare man. If you are slow to strike, you may lose to others."
What He Hua said made Xin'er blush with embarrassment.
"Lotus, what are you talking about..."
"Miss, He Hua is telling you very seriously! And... I think Miss Mingzhu and Miss Sophia in the mansion also have that kind of meaning for Lord Muchuan."
He Hua's words clearly made Xin'er's heart thump.
As a girl, how could Xin'er not know the feelings of Mingzhu and Sophia? Although they did not express too much, their daily life contacts also revealed their thoughts.
But isn't it normal that many women like a man like Muchuan who is both civil and military and holds important positions in the court?
From the moment she met Muchuan, Xin'er never thought that she could monopolize Muchuan. She only wished that she could stay by his side until she grew old.
"Lotus, I don't mind. Even if Brother Muchuan has three wives and four concubines, it's reasonable."
"Miss!"
He Hua was very angry because of Xin'er. How could the young lady be so broad-minded to accommodate Muchuan's three wives and four concubines?
Although it is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, no matter how generous a woman is on the outside, how can she not care about her in her heart?
"Miss, you have to think carefully. If you let other women share Lord Muchuan's love for you equally, you will definitely be left out in the long run! Does Miss want to be left out by Lord Muchuan?"
"No...I don't want to."
Xin'er shook her head pitifully.
"That's right! So Miss, you have to take the initiative! Take the initiative to grasp Lord Muchuan's heart so that he has nowhere to go and can only miss you."
Although He Hua is a maid who has never read a book, she has unique insights into matters between men and women.
He Hua's words clearly moved Xin'er, making her willing to bravely take a step on the unknown road.
The next morning, the sun broke and the morning fog filled the air.
In the residence of the Secretary of the Ministry of Finance, there is a young woman standing outside the corridor of the east wing, wearing a light red patterned skirt, elegant and elegant, she is Xin'er.
At this time, Xin'er stood at the door of Muchuan's room, her face rosy and her heart beating rapidly.
After taking a deep breath, she finally plucked up the courage and knocked on Muchuan's door.
However, no one in the room answered, but bursts of "crackling" sounds could be heard, which seemed to be cups, vases and other objects being broken.
What happened to brother Muchuan?
Could it be that something happened this early in the morning?
When Xin'er was puzzled, the door was opened and Muchuan came out!
At this time, Muchuan looked panicked and had disheveled hair, as if something urgent had happened.
Seeing this, Xin'er asked, "Brother Muchuan, what's wrong with you?"
"Is it Xin'er?
Sorry, I have to go out for something."
"But brother, I have something to tell you..." As a result, before Xin'er could finish her words, the Muchuan man had already run away!
Standing in front of the courtyard corridor, the summer wind blew and caused Xin'er's broken hair to flutter, and the white veil on her cheeks also fluttered.
But for some reason, the coolness of the summer breeze did not make her happy. Instead, she felt lonely and sad.
After that, Xin'er stomped her feet heavily, and couldn't help but said with pity: "Brother Muchuan, you really need to listen to me no matter how anxious you are. It's really..."
At the same time, Chang'an City, an open space in Beicheng District.
This vacant land is a construction land designated by the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development for the construction of the "Royal Workshop".
After all, according to Muchuan's plan, several "royal workshops" had to be built to improve the production efficiency of food seasonings.
Now a large number of officers and soldiers, about a hundred in number, are gathering in this open space, wearing long swords and wearing dark gray cloth uniforms.
The person leading the officers and soldiers was none other than Zhao Xiong, Minister of War Zuo Cheng.
At this time, Zhao Xiong waved his iron sword very impatiently: "Okay, okay, if you are sensible, please leave quickly. This place is the weapons depot of our Ministry of War, not your Ministry of Household's land."
The person confronting Zhao Xiong was a young man wearing a brown official robe. He was tall and thin, with sharp eyebrows and big eyes. He was Zuo Cheng, Ouyang Bufan, the Minister of the Ministry of Finance.
At this time, Ouyang Bufan retorted: "Who said it belongs to your Ministry of War? It clearly belongs to our Ministry of Household Affairs!"
"Ouyang Zuocheng, you have to provide evidence when you speak and do things. Look at what this is!"
Zhao Xiong then produced a document, which was an official land licensing document issued by Zhongshu Province.
It is clearly recorded on it that the land was assigned to the Ministry of War for the purpose of building a weapons depot.
Ouyang Bufan was stunned when he saw this official document. He didn't know the existence of this official document.
In fact, the land planning of Chang'an City has always been in charge of the Ministry of Household Affairs, such as the vacant land that Ouyang Bufan and Zhao Xiong are fighting for.
Because of this, the Ministry of Revenue enclosed this place early, laid a base and built a workshop.
At this time, when an official document came out from the Ministry of War, wouldn't it mean that all the built workshops and buildings would be demolished?
This will greatly affect the Ministry of Household's "condiment" production plan.
Zhao Xiong didn't care so much. Anyway, he received instructions from his superiors that he would transfer the land to the Ministry of War today, so he began to instruct the soldiers to drive away the carpenters and farmers in the vacant land, and to demolish the "royal workshops" that had been built.
Ouyang Bufan naturally did not allow them to do this, and waved his hands repeatedly to order the soldiers to stop. Unfortunately, even though he was a fourth-grade official, the soldiers did not listen to him and continued to demolish the buildings.
Seeing that he had no choice, Ouyang Bufan could only use his body to protect the brick wall of the house, and said across his neck: "If you want to demolish the house, kill me first! Let me see which of you dares to murder the imperial official!"
At this time, the soldiers did not dare to take action. They all looked at each other and were at a loss.
To put it bluntly, Ouyang Bufan is a fourth-grade official. Let alone killing him, even injuring him in the slightest will cause a lot of trouble.
Zhao Xiong was deeply distressed when he saw this: "Master Ouyang, please don't embarrass me like this. I am also following the instructions from above."
"Are you the only one who followed the instructions from above?
I also followed the instructions from above! If your Ministry of War demolishes the workshop like this, Lord Muchuan will have to kill me!"
"How much Lord Muchuan gets angry has nothing to do with me. Anyway, I am just following orders."
When he spoke, Zhao Xiong didn't care so much and forced the soldiers to carry Ouyang Bufan out. It didn't matter if he was injured at all, as long as he didn't lose his life.
So five soldiers ran over and grabbed Ouyang Bufan's limbs and waist respectively.
