Chapter 251: Different Times

Hearing this, Yan Qing's expression suddenly became speechless.

"Actually, even if Your Majesty wants to fill the harem, most of them will be selected from the young men of these aristocratic families. But these young men who came today are either ugly, lack dignity, or are too weak." Wen Jin said in a gentle and calm tone, "Also Some are too stupid and carefree, and few are good at it.”

The young master from an aristocratic family who was originally outstanding in everything was now described as useless by the royal wife, as if he had no good qualities in his whole body.

Yan Qing glanced at him, and then looked in the direction of Meiyuan: "Who said that to fill the harem, you must choose from aristocratic families? I can't order the whole world to select? Let all the men with outstanding looks submit their portraits first, I will slowly Take your time and pick a few that you like. Even if your talents and knowledge are not good, you can keep them around for your eyes. If you have enough time, it will be a pleasure to spend time cultivating more gentle gentlemen. "

Wen Jin stood aside and began to reach out to grab her hand again: "Your Majesty has to govern the world and is so busy with government affairs. How can he have spare time to cultivate a young master?"

Yan Qing smiled calmly: "Didn't you say that a few days ago? If you have a child in the future, you can hire more teachers for him to train him in all aspects. If I choose a more favorite young master, I will naturally choose him. A few teachers can train it well, and I don’t have to worry about it myself. It saves worry and effort, and it can be built in a few months. "

Wen Jin thought for a while and slowly shook his head: "You can only learn half-assed skills in a few months, whether it's talent or magnanimity."

"It doesn't matter." Yan Qing didn't care, "As long as you look young and good-looking, you can be forgiven for being a little weak in other aspects."

Wen Jin pursed his lips, not knowing how to refute, but he was thinking in his heart that if there was someone who could really catch His Majesty's eye, he would not allow him to survive long enough to successfully enter the palace.

"Your Majesty, do you want to see it again?" Wen Jin tilted her head, her brows gentle, "Would you like to go for a walk in the garden?"

Yan Qing's eyes fell deep in the plum garden. Two men were standing under the plum tree, pointing to the plum blossoms on the branches and talking. They didn't know if they were commenting on the nobility of the plum blossoms or if they wanted to compose poems with the plum blossoms. Each of them was wearing a green robe. One of them was wearing a plain gown, not too much, but he didn't seem to be afraid of the cold.

"Who are those two people?"

Wen Jin followed her gaze and smiled faintly: "One is the legitimate son of the Minister of Rites, and the other is the grandson of the cabinet minister, Mr. Wang."

"The bones of these two people look pretty good, and looking at them from a distance, they have a bookish air that cannot be ignored." Yan Qing frowned and thought, "The Ministry of Rites has been very busy recently, and I'm afraid Fan Shangshu will be extremely busy."

Wen Jin nodded: "Mr. Fan from the Ministry of Rites is indeed a practical person. He doesn't have any messy thoughts, and his family tradition is also good. The Fan family has never taken a concubine, just this one son."

Yan Qing raised his eyebrows: "It's rare to hear you praise someone so much. Why, aren't you worried that I'm attracted to him?"

Wen Jin said softly: "Don't worry."

Jealousy is one thing, trust is another.

Your Majesty doesn't even look down on Ji Weiyu and Lu Ming. How could he like these young men from aristocratic families who have no characteristics at all?

"Although His Majesty is not willing, there is a fact that cannot be ignored." A smile overflowed from the corner of Wen Jin's mouth, and her tone sounded a little more proud, "Your Majesty's existence has already whetted your Majesty's appetite. It is impossible for Your Majesty to see Better than those vulgar fans."

Whether it is the relationship between them for many years or the trust in each other, it is already indestructible, and any wavering is a blasphemy to each other's feelings.

"You have become more and more conceited recently." Yan Qing glanced at him, turned and walked down the attic, "I asked you to get rid of the habit of feeling inferior, but I didn't ask you to raise your tail to the sky."

Wen Jin turned around with her: "Your Majesty, do you think what I am telling you is not the truth?"

"You can leave your words of praise to others, and you can be more humble yourself." Yan Qing said calmly, "Only humility can make people progress. If you are too proud -"

"No." Wen Jin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "How can I dare to be too proud when His Majesty is here? What if His Majesty asks me to copy the Heart Sutra fifty times?"

"Well, your words remind me. Let me copy "Fifty" tonight to cultivate my character and suppress my recently over-inflated self-confidence."

Wen Jin's voice was gentle: "Unless Your Majesty is with me, I won't be able to copy so much."

"Why can't I copy it?" Yan Qing raised an eyebrow, "I asked you to copy it a hundred times before, but you said you couldn't refute a word."

Wen Jin couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth again: "One moment and another. Aren't you spoiled by Your Majesty now? I'm not as hardworking as before... It's all Your Majesty's fault."

"My fault?" Yan Qing's voice had a hint of danger, "Are you itchy?"

Wen Jin hummed, with a somewhat patronizing and arrogant tone: "That's a bit. Does your Majesty want to punish me?"

"You will be punished to sit in front of the wall and meditate for a month. Except for three meals a day, you are not allowed to see anyone at other times. You can only stay in the library and copy books." Yan Qing snorted coldly, "You really think I can't cure you?"

Wen Jin pursed her lips and finally restrained her proud little tail: "I don't dare, your Majesty can cure it, and it will always be cured."

A smile flashed across Yan Qing's eyes, and she looked up at the white clouds on the horizon, feeling particularly comfortable.