After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Her drooped eyelashes trembled slightly and her face was pale.

Xie Tan knew that she wanted to use godparenting to remind him of his limits, but he had finally been reunited with her, so how could he be willing to be a brother?

He knew clearly that his obsession with her was possessiveness and love between men and women.

Being born into a noble family, having virtue and knowledge were all excellent, but if it wasn't her, he wouldn't like her.

Xie Tan knew that he couldn't push her too hard on this matter, for fear that she would say something cruel again.

What's more, seeing how cautious she was, he really couldn't bear it and didn't want to force her.

Xie Tan put on a proper dignity again, feeling sad and hesitant, and forced a smile and said, "Okay, brother is brother, just stay in the palace at ease."

He waited for the day when the clouds would clear and the moon would appear.

"It's late, let me take you home." Xie Tan said.

Song Nihuan nodded, and the two walked side by side, but she spontaneously kept a distance from him.

Xie Tan couldn't help feeling a little frustrated. He had intended to please her with this fireworks display, but it only made her feel more distant...

Song Nihuan returned to Yuxiu Palace, took a bath and washed herself, then lay on the bed, her heart finally at ease.

Now that I have talked it out today, I feel like a big relief.

Brother Tan is so precious now, how can he be tarnished because of a mere girl?

She sincerely hoped for the best for him.

Song Nihuan thought that although Brother Tan was now very rich, she must find a way to thank him in the future.

Thinking of this, I fell asleep quickly without suffering from insomnia for the first time in my life. I had a dreamless and sound night.

*

Guangling.

The storm continued.

The rain hurt on their faces and the two laborers were shivering with cold in the heavy rain. They finally found a shelter and rested.

The two men's clothes were soaked and stuck to their bodies. The wind made them feel cold and wet, and their resentment towards the official from Yunjing deepened.

Thinking of Xie Yunji, the image of the tall, thin man in green clothes came to their minds.

Although the construction of the canal was arduous, it did not erase his graceful demeanor.

Such a handsome scholar, when he is serious about scolding others, is really merciless.

The two of them couldn't help but think of the scene where Xie Yunji scolded them in the daytime.

When the emperor was replaced, many of the corvée laborers on the canal construction left, and many of the newcomers did not know that the tall and thin young man was the builder of this project.

No matter who the emperor is, the canal construction cannot stop. As long as the emperor has a brain, he will know that this is a major event that will benefit generations to come.

I had thought that all the people coming from Yunjing were lazy people who just occupied their positions and did nothing, and since it was the New Year, people were all relaxed. But I had no idea that this Lord Xie would speak directly to the point and act without mercy, making him extremely difficult to fool.

The most uncomfortable thing is that sometimes he doesn't say anything, but his sharp eyes look at you and make people feel inferior like an ant.

At noon today, wasn’t it just that some Chrysostomites were mixed in with the sea stones? The stones looked so similar that no one could tell them apart. Was it necessary to scold them?! ?

He was also assigned to guard the dam all night.

We are all men, and it is really embarrassing, especially in front of so many fellow countrymen.

The two of them huddled together and stamped their feet to keep warm while saying, "Who is Mr. Xie? Why do we have to listen to him?!"

"Who cares who he is? He is causing trouble for us during the New Year! The dam has been repaired, what can we do to protect it?! His wife died, and he didn't let us go home to hug her!"

"He doesn't even take Commander Yang seriously. He's so arrogant. Shouldn't we find a way to teach him a lesson? Let Mr. Xie from Yunjing know what it means that a powerful dragon cannot defeat a local snake!"

The other one was silent for a moment, then said after a while: "He is from Yunjing after all. If we hurt him, what will happen?"

"He's just a civil servant. Let's just scare him in the dark night. What's there to be afraid of?!"

Although Xie Yunji had a high status and was far superior to these peasants, he was not as familiar with the Guangling canal fortifications, especially the terrain, as they were.

In fact, from the perspective of interests, Xie Yunji's arrival will speed up the construction of the Guangling section of the canal, and they are in the same boat.

Everyone knows that building bridges and roads is a great deed to accumulate virtue, let alone building canals.

No matter how you fix it, it’s correct.

They are very satisfied with the present, having something to do and making money. If they can't improve it in this generation, they will continue in the next generation.

Xie Yunji came over and interfered, speeding up the work that should have been delayed. This affected other people's interests, so naturally he felt resentful.

The two men looked at each other and had something in mind. They completely forgot that when Lord Xie first arrived in Guangling, Commander Yang went to greet him. Lord Xie left, but Commander Yang still knelt there without moving.

If they remembered this detail, they would know that Lord Xie was no ordinary person. Even a local tyrant like Commander Yang had a deep respect for him.

The next day.

Last night's heavy rain stopped at daybreak, and this morning the sky was as clear and bright as if it had been washed by water.

The previously built embankment was strong and had withstood the test. Except for a slight collapse of the temporary residence where the commander of the canal works lived, no other accidents occurred.

The river workers were tidying up the inn in an orderly manner. Xie Yunji didn't like others to touch his things, so Xie Ming packed up the young master's things personally.

Xie Yunji was writing furiously on the table in the carriage. These river workers always thought that the emperor was far away and did not listen to advice. The confusion in sand and gravel and the commander's lip service seemed to be nothing new to them.

No one thought there was anything wrong.

The emperor was replaced. He hated it and was unwilling to accept it, but he could do nothing about it.

The canal still needs to be built, and as a minister, he still needs to write a report to the emperor.

"Young Master." Xie Ming called out from outside the carriage.

"What's wrong?" Xie Yunji asked.

Xie Ming lifted the carriage curtain and handed in a painting box. The hidden buckles on the box had become loose due to being soaked in rain.

Xie Yunji took it and opened it. The wooden scroll was a little rotten due to being soaked by rain, so he opened it.

In the painting, snow is flying all over the sky. The woman is charming and attractive with beautiful eyes. She is leaning on the man's shoulder. The two are holding hands tightly and both have peaceful smiles.

This is the painting I drew the last time I came to Guangling. Before I finished it, I learned that something happened to her, so I hurried back...

Things got out of control after that.

Xie Yunji stroked the face of the person in the painting with his fingers, his eyes lingering around, feeling reluctant to leave. It seemed that he thought of something, and his brows relaxed.

This painting depicts the first New Year's Eve he and Song Nihuan spent together.

He and she were so good together back then.

Xie Ming raised his eyes to glance at the young master, then tactfully retreated.

Xie Yunji looked at the trees outside the carriage window for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking about.

After a while, Xie Yunji got off the carriage, looking normal, and said, "Send this memorial to the posthouse and send it back to Yunjing as soon as possible."

Xie Ming took it, but was reluctant to leave.

Xie Yunji's eyes swept over, and Xie Ming whispered: "Sir, you took the wrong thing..."

What Xie Ming held in his hand was not a memorial at all, but the bamboo and wooden slips of "Shangshu" that he had just obtained the day before.

Only then did Xie Ming realize that the young man in front of him had red eyes and was hesitant with a worried look on his face. In the end, he swallowed back what he wanted to say.

It's been more than half a year, and the young master looks normal, but in fact... it's so painful that it's not easy to let go.

I'll still be sad...