The Favored Concubine: The Doting Prince

"Your Highness." As soon as Shen Hui walked away, Yuan Yi saw Yuan Mo walking towards him with big steps, which was different from his usual elegant gait. Yuan Mo's face was full of worry.

"It's okay, they're just people from the Literature Museum, they mean no harm to me. I'm just expressing my gratitude."

"Gratefulness," Yuan Mo didn't quite understand, but as long as the person had no ill intentions, it was fine.

"I wanted to talk to you just now. I saw the book they made. Well, it is a big change. The original books were mostly arranged vertically, but this time they are arranged horizontally.

Some people who are used to the vertical version may not like it, but for some beginners, the horizontal version seems to be more convenient. Some characters have also been simplified, and there are annotations such as corner marks. Circle the small characters and make annotations in the specified places below.

It is much cleaner and more concise than the original explanation between words, and it is also quite special to combine numbers and annotations into one."

Yuan Mo kept talking about his ideas, his eyes full of longing, and gradually his hand movements became bigger and bigger. He smiled brightly and looked like a studious child in front of his brother.

I thought the Literature Museum's revision of the book would be the same as the previous ones, with the same substance in a different form. But this time there was indeed a fundamental change.

We in Chenliang should be martial, after all, we are always fighting, but children should learn some knowledge. Now, except for the children of some dignitaries who can read a few books, ordinary people know nothing at all. This is not a good thing in the long run."

Yuan Yi listened quietly at the side. He saw the light and some worry in Yuan Mo's eyes when he mentioned the children of the people and the future of the country. The princes, even a leisurely prince like Yuan Mo, cares about the world in his heart.

"Is Yuan Mo interested in joining us?"

Yuan Mo was still talking, but suddenly his words got stuck at his lips.

"Currently, the Prince's Mansion is in charge of the contents of the literature museum's books. At first, perhaps the people in the court felt that this matter was just a moment, as I just said, and it would not touch the political lifeline, so no one wanted to intervene.

But this is not a short-lived fad, nor is it something that will come to an end after publishing a few books; he needs to persevere.

We are now starting with history and have published some enlightening historical reading materials.

But there are still many things to do. I am also willing but unable to do them. Yue'er helped me a lot, including the ideas you just mentioned, which were all Yue'er's ideas.

But the two of us are not enough. I can't stay in the Literature Museum for a long time due to my health. It's not convenient for the Prince's Mansion to meet outsiders, and Yue'er is not known to anyone except some close people. So we always need someone to go to the Literature Museum. If you are interested, Mo."

"Yuan Mo lowered his head, but this is what father told you, your elder brother."

"I'm used to being idle. I don't have any ability."

As Yuan Mo spoke, his eyes began to avoid him and he sighed slightly. He has not had any political achievements since he became an adult.

It's a bit like eating white meals at home. No matter what, Yuan Yi has a job to do now, and he has nothing.

No one wants to do this job, so naturally no one will say anything, and most of the students in the Literature Museum are from poor families.

Some people thought that the Institute of Literature was valued by the emperor, so they jumped in, but when they saw that there was no benefit and no way out, they ran away.

“I have read the briefings of those who are staying in the Literature Museum some time ago. They are all talented and knowledgeable students from poor families.

Those who have evil thoughts have already left, so they won't say anything. One is a powerless prince, and the other is a powerless prince. They will only be sincere to each other. Ah Mo, don't worry."

"I'm not afraid that they will think I have no power and say some gossip. As long as they are willing to work hard, I want to participate."

Yuan Mo raised his head, and a rare excitement appeared on his face, which had always been calm and indifferent.

Yuan Yi found that Shen Hui, who had drunk the sobering soup, returned to the tree again, but his eyes were always looking over here. Yuan Yi stretched out his hand to call him over. Shen Hui paused and hurried over.

"He is a capable person in Shen Hui Literary Museum. He writes well. He is serious and responsible, and has a lot of ideas. This is Yuan Mo, my third brother." Yuan Yi stood in the middle and introduced casually.

"Hello, Your Majesty!" Shen Hui knelt down with a plop, which also scared Yuan Mo.

"You'd better get up soon. I heard that you are just an editor now. Would you have the confidence to be the chief writer?" Yuan Mo asked Shen Hui who was standing there a little stiffly.

"what?"

"Although the current chief writer has good writing skills, he is still a bit pedantic. I think a lot of your ideas have been wiped out. Now, you can start trying."

Now, you can try it.

Shen Hui never dared to believe that this day would really come. Shen Hui still feels like he is in a dream. First of all, let alone the promotion, the two noble princes are standing beside him, talking to him happily, just like brothers in arms.

The same thing happened to Yuan Ye whom he met this morning. He suddenly felt a fire in his heart, ready to move. Clusters of warmth enveloped him. He felt that the grievances he had suffered elsewhere in Chen Liang seemed to have dissipated a little.

"Okay, I'll go to the Literature Museum in a couple of days, and I'll have something to ask you then."

"Yes, yes. Just ask me. I will tell you everything I know."

"But I still have some questions I want to discuss with you, brother." Yuan Mo grabbed Yuan Yi and walked away, chattering non-stop as he walked. Yuan Yi nodded seriously and patiently in response.

Shen Hui looked at the two's backs and smiled. He walked out the door with big strides. He didn't want to eat for a while. He just wanted to go home, share the good news, and then sort out all his original ideas.

When I stepped into the Seventh Prince's Palace, I was determined to die. There was darkness before my eyes. When I left, it was as if the ice and snow had melted and light was chiseled out of the rock wall.