The carriage suddenly stopped, and Li Biao's voice came from outside, disturbing the two people who were intimate in the carriage.
Jiang Miao quickly pushed the man in front of her away, straightened her wrinkled clothes, lowered her head and covered her red and swollen lips from being kissed.
Shen Yanqing coughed twice. He knew he was in the wrong and did not dare to speak after being glared at by Jiang Miao.
Li Biao didn't hear the reply, so he said it again, trying to open the curtain and call someone.
"Sir, madam, we have arrived in the capital."
"Ahem, I got it. Give the road guide to the official at the city gate."
As he spoke, he stretched out a long-fingered hand from the car. Li Biao took the lead and got out of the car. When they walked away, Jiang Miaocai breathed a sigh of relief and glared at Shen Yanqing angrily.
"It's all your fault. I was almost discovered. How would I behave if I were caught!"
Jiang Miao was thin-skinned. As long as she thought about being intimate with Shen Yanqing and being caught by her subordinates, she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
"I was wrong Miaoya, can you kiss me next time when no one is around?"
Shen Yanqing whispered, and the man's voice was close to her ear. Half of Jiang Miao's body went numb, and her little face turned red.
"no!"
After saying that, I walked around him to the door and sat down. I would never approach him again before getting off the car.
Shen Yanqing looked disappointed and wanted to try to save her, but Jiang Miao was resolute and had a repulsive look on her face, so he could only give up and sit next to her obediently.
Shen Yanqing asked Li Biao to drive the carriage to the Wei Mansion. Since he was a junior official, he had to rely on Mr. Wei to take him there if he wanted to meet the emperor.
The carriage slowly stopped at the gate of Wei Mansion. Shen Yanqing got out of the car first, and then helped Jiang Miao get out of the car. Although Zhenjiang Mansion was not far from the capital, they were still sore after riding in the car for a day.
It was already sunset, and the servant of the Wei Mansion suddenly saw someone coming to the door, and was curious about who came to visit at this time.
Shen Yanqing went up to call the door. The boy had never seen him, but Shen Yanqing and his wife both had extraordinary looks and bearing. Even though the clothes they wore were not of the best quality, he did not look down upon them.
"Who are you?"
"My old disciple Shen Yanqing of Wei came from Zhenjiang Prefecture to visit Mr. Wei."
"So you are Lord Shen, please come in!"
When the boy heard his name, his attitude immediately changed. Although he had never met the person before, he had heard of his name for a long time.
Although Shen Yanqing came from a poor family, he was the number one scholar in a new subject, he was a close disciple of Mr. Wei, and he served as the county magistrate of Zhenjiang Prefecture, which was severely affected by the disaster. Every status was amazing.
But being famous is not as good as meeting him. The young man did not expect that the famous Shen Yanqing would look so handsome.
Shen Yanqing and Jiang Miao followed the young man in, while Li Biao looked at the luggage outside.
Mr. Wei was having dinner at the moment, so he thought he had heard the boy's report wrongly.
"Who are you talking about? Ziyan is here?"
Mr. Wei suddenly stood up from his chair and was about to go out to meet him. Shen Yanqing and Jiang Miao had already walked in.
"teacher."
"Mr. Wei."
"It's really you!"
When the two stood in front of him, Mr. Wei finally believed that Shen Yanqing and Jiang Miao were really here.
"Why are you coming to Beijing at this time, but what happened to Zhenjiang Mansion?"
Apart from this, Mr. Wei couldn't figure out why Shen Yanqing came to Beijing.
"The corn planted by my wife has matured, and I came to Beijing specially to present it to the Holy Emperor."
Shen Yanqing informed Mr. Wei one by one about the corn yield and how to eat it. When he heard that the corn yield was six hundred shi per mu, Mr. Wei was as shocked as Shen Yanqing was.
"So many?"
"Yes, Mr. Wei, it was still early spring when I planted, so it matured early. If I wait until the wheat is harvested before planting, I can harvest one more crop of crops in this field."
This is equivalent to an additional harvest of six hundred stones from one acre of land a year. Jiang Miao may not know what this concept is, but Mr. Wei and Shen Yanqing understand it clearly.
There were many people in the Yan Dynasty who did not have enough to eat. With more food, the number of hungry people would be greatly reduced. This was a good thing for the country and the people.
"Okay! This is the great fortune of the Yan Dynasty. Ziyan and I will go into the palace to meet the emperor tomorrow morning. Then you can tell the emperor in person."
"Disciple, thank you teacher."
Shen Yanqing bowed to Mr. Wei and was helped up by Mr. Wei.
"Okay, master and disciple, you don't have to be polite. You haven't eaten yet. Wei Fu will bring you two more sets of bowls and chopsticks, and ask the kitchen to prepare a few more dishes and send them over."
"Yes, sir."
After Shen Yanqing and Jiang Miao finished their meal, they followed the housekeeper to the cleaned guest room to rest. Li Biao was arranged in the outer courtyard, and the snacks Jiang Miao prepared for Mr. Wei were also delivered.
Mr. Wei hadn't eaten the food she cooked for a long time, and he looked like he had found a treasure.
"What I miss most when I return to the capital is Lady Jiang's craftsmanship. None of the cooks in the capital can compare with her, and the food she cooks is simply unpalatable."
Jiang Miao chuckled, "Then I'll cook something delicious for Mr. Wei tomorrow, and it will be used as accommodation expenses for me and my husband."
Mr. Wei stroked his beard and a smile broke out on his face.
"If you are willing, you can live in my house. Usually no one comes here, but if Mrs. Jiang can cook delicious food for me, I will be even happier."
Jiang Miao promised to make boiled pork slices for him tomorrow. Under Mr. Wei's hopeful eyes, she and Shen Yanqing went to the guest room to rest with the housekeeper.
After a day's journey, Jiang Miao and Jiang Miao were already very tired. They were just lying on the bed, tiredness came over them, and they fell asleep quickly.
Just after Mao hour, the servant of the Wei Mansion came to call the door. It was the time to go to court.
Shen Yanqing was fully dressed. Jiang Miao was awakened by the knock on the door, stretched out her arms from the quilt and yawned.
The sky outside had just turned white, and candles were lit in the room. Under the candlelight, Shen Yanqing was wearing a blue official uniform, and she looked elegant, delicate and handsome. Jiang Miao looked straight at her for a moment.
Shen Yanqing was originally afraid of waking her up, so she kept her voice very soft, but she didn't expect Jiang Miao to be awakened anyway. Now she was lying on the bed looking straight at him, Shen Yanqing felt a little uncomfortable on her face.
"It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."
"Well, I can't sleep anymore."
She went to bed early last night and was already energetic now. Moreover, she also wanted to go for a walk on the street and get up later after Shen Yanqing left.
"Your Majesty is so handsome. If you offer corn to the palace today, there will definitely be a good result."
"Well, I'll leave first."
The boy outside called again, and he had no reason to delay any longer. He walked to the bed and leaned over to kiss Jiang Miao's forehead.
"Wait until I come back."
This was his first time to go to court. Not only was Jiang Miao nervous, but he was also worried. Although it was a good thing to offer corn, the Sacred Heart was unpredictable, so the final result had to wait until the donation was completed.
"I'll cheer for my husband at home and cook you something delicious when you come back, okay?"
Jiang Miao straightened his collar. Her face was flushed and charming after she had just woken up. She spoke in a gentle and carefree manner. Shen Yanqing's heart softened. If he didn't have something serious to do, he wouldn't be able to leave. .
