Rebirth of the Evil Stepmother and the Four Villainous Children

There was silence.

Xie Anming glanced at him suspiciously, then looked at the painting in his hand. In the painting, there was a beautiful woman, and next to her was a little boy with a serious face.

The direction he was looking was the direction where the children in the field were sticking their butts out. His eyes were kind yet helpless. This person must be Zhou Rongrong, right?

Xie Anming asked tentatively: "This woman looks quite energetic, huh?"

Xie Wuyou: ....

Xie Anming continued, "I don't know if she is willing to come to the capital. The surrounding imperial farms all let her grow rice."

Xie Wuyou shook his head like a rattle: "She doesn't want to, she doesn't want to, tens of thousands of acres, brother, are you going to tire her to death?"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only did Xie Anming feel that something was wrong, but even the old eunuch beside him felt that something was wrong and secretly looked at Xie Wuyou.

Xie Wuyou also felt that he had said something wrong. His eyes rolled around and he looked obviously guilty.

Xie Anming rubbed his chin and said, "Wuyou, you?"

Xie Wuyou didn't answer and just stuck his neck out without saying anything. After all, Xie Anming has been this kid's brother for more than 20 years. Is he afraid that he can't control him?

"Then I'll go check and see what's going on."

Xie Wuyou has changed. If I check it out, won't I be exposed? If Rongrong knew that I said the wrong thing and caused trouble for him, she would definitely kill me.

He was struggling and hesitating inside, and tried again and again to test his brother's intentions. Xie Anming was fed up with it and kicked him impatiently.

"Boy, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't keep testing me. You are the war god of the Great Zhou Dynasty, why are you so nagging?"

Xie Wuyou didn't want to complain. Who knows what the emperor is thinking? What if he goes crazy and thinks Zhou Rongrong is bad? He will give an order and the person will die.

Besides, Rongrong said that after being an emperor for a long time, he would have some perverted thoughts in his mind. Xie Wuyou was not sure what Xie Anming was thinking, but he saw that someone was about to issue an imperial decree to summon Zhou Rongrong to the capital.

Xie Wuyou became ruthless. He thought that if his royal brother really went crazy, he would not be the God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He refused to eat or drink in protest and held down Xie Anming's hand as he was about to write.

"Brother, um, um, I told you, you can't go and cause trouble for others."

Xie Anming looked at him like a fool and asked in confusion, "Am I crazy? I want to cause trouble for a woman like this. Do you know that her rice seeds and bamboo paper will spread throughout the Great Zhou in the next six months? Everyone is waiting. I want to cause trouble for her? I must not want to be the emperor anymore."

After hearing Xie Anming's words, I thought about how I had just returned to Beijing recently and heard the names of Dashan Village and Zhou Rongrong from different people. It seemed that many people had indeed heard of them.

This is related to the people's livelihood and the country, and the emperor brother will not really go crazy, right? He stammered and simply told Xie Anming everything that had happened during this period.

The more Xie Anming listened, the more he wondered if this man was dreaming.

"You? The King of Great Zhou, the God of War, who is not bad looking, was rejected?"

Xie Wuyou nodded, and then heard Xie Anming's laughter.

Xie Wuyou: ...It turns out that being an emperor for too long will make you go crazy.

Xie Wuyou felt that being rejected was okay, wasn't that normal? Was Zhou Rongrong the type who would agree just because of her status?

If he agreed, it must be because of his figure and appearance. He could see that this person was the kind of person who wanted to provoke him because he saw that she was pretty and had a good figure.

I don’t know if after I leave, there will be someone who is more handsome or has a better figure than him.

Xie Wuyou asked: "Brother Huang, what do you think?"

Xie Anming reached out to touch his brother's head, but he turned his head away and glanced at him sideways.

Xie Anming withdrew his hand awkwardly, coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and said: "What do I think? Just look at it this way, our status is already noble, and the emperor supports everything you like, but there is one thing you have to think clearly, this Zhou Rongrong, in my opinion, is not the same as the ladies from the capital.

If she were to move into your palace, would she be able to manage it well? A good wife is very important. If your wife can't support the entire palace when you are away all year round, it would be a bit difficult to deal with."

Naturally, Xie Wuyou had no time to manage the internal affairs of Prince Xie Wuyou's mansion, and he was not in the capital all year round. The internal affairs were handled by people sent from the palace, and it was the Empress Dowager who took care of it.

If they get married, it would be inappropriate for the sister-in-law to interfere in domestic affairs, so she would naturally have to hand them over, and the successor would naturally be the princess consort.

But Xie Wuyou also knew the problem was that Zhou Rongrong wouldn't care. Not to mention that, if possible, this person would not come to Beijing.

Xie Wuyou said, "Brother Emperor, are you willing to let such a talent be buried in the internal affairs? High-yield rice, bamboo paper, and the kang that is popular in the north are all developed by her. You don't know how cold the winter in the north is, but with this kang, winter will be much easier."

Xie Anming thought about it and it made sense. He didn't know how many eyes were watching what Zhou Rongrong was doing now. He had put in a lot of effort to ensure the stable development of Dashan Village. He must have sent someone to keep an eye on it, too?

Only when Dashan Village is peaceful and calm can Zhou Rongrong have a better development, so Zhou Rongrong took the initiative to let Xie Wuyou participate in the entire process of bamboo papermaking.

He also asked Li Zhenglin to bring back the drawings he gave him. It was clear that this young lady taught him on purpose. This papermaking technology was enviable, even for the royal family.

After accepting this favor, Xie Anming also understood Zhou Rongrong's meaning. You take the big head, I take the small head, and now you have the movable type printing technology, so please let me go and help me, okay?

Xie Anming naturally understood what she meant, and began to ask people to take the lead in going to the imperial farm to conduct research. He personally kept an eye on it and asked people to report back every day.

Xie Anming: "So what do you mean?"

Xie Wuyou said, "It's nothing, it's just that I still have to trouble my sister-in-law to take care of my internal affairs. Anyway, I only listen to her. If she says she doesn't want to care, then I don't care. If she doesn't want to come to the capital, I will live in the mountain village. If she says to plant rice, I will go to the fields to plant rice. Anyway, I listen to her."

Xie Anming was stunned after hearing this and was speechless for a long time. After swallowing his saliva, Xie Anming said with regret.

"We, our Xie family, have never had a henpecked person like you."

Xie Wuyou paused: "What do you know? I am willing."

"Tsk? She's your princess? You're going to tsk?"

Xie Wuyou: .....

"Humph, sooner or later."

Xie Wuyou snatched the painting from Xie Anming, put it away carefully, threw it away, and walked away proudly.

Xie Anming was speechless and muttered to himself.

"She's not your wife yet, it's hard to say whether she's willing or not, but you're acting like she's already your wife. Tsk tsk tsk, is there going to be a romantic in our Xie family?"

Xie Wuyou, who was a sentimental man, didn't know whether he was sentimental or not, but now he just wanted to go back quickly, frame the painting, and hang it in his bedroom so that he could see it every day when he woke up and when he went to bed.

Why didn't I learn to paint at that time? What a failure in life.