The mansion of the Xian Wangfu is not big, but it is not small, but it is not a new building. It should have been idle after a large family moved away from the capital, so that it is a little outdated.
Fortunately, the decoration of the Ministry of Rites is not bad.
Now this is his future home.
Shen Changqin took him in, led the housekeeper to him, there were quite a few maids and servants in the house, and led him around, and finally left after explaining some things.
On the first day of Jingxian's stay, many ministers in the DPRK sent congratulatory gifts.
but-
The rules for gift-giving by ministers in the DPRK are all linked to the size of power. Jing Xian just entered the DPRK, and his connections are not deep, so the gifts sent by the courtiers are big boxes and small ones.
Dress up.
And they were all very unusual items.
Although Jing Xian understood in his heart, he didn't say anything. After taking the things one by one, he sent people to go from house to house to thank him.
Very polite!
That night, he stood alone in the yard, looking up at the hairy moon hanging in the darkness.
I don't even know what to think.
The housekeeper brought him a thick cloak to put it on, and said with concern, "My lord, it's windy outside, let's go in and rest."
"Don't worry about me, go and rest."
"But..." The butler didn't say much, and was about to leave.
Jing Xian suddenly asked, "By the way, where are the pigeons I brought?"
"In the house."
"Bring it to me, and prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
"Yes."
The butler prepared for him one by one, and then withdrew.
The three pigeons in the cage were very well-behaved and stayed in their nests.
He tapped the head of one of the pigeons with his finger, and said with his lips hooked, "This will be your home from now on."
"Cuckoo..."
It seems to understand human speech.
He smiled, then wrote some words on the paper, tore off one neatly, rolled it into a roll, stuffed it into a small bamboo tube, released a pigeon, and tied the small bamboo tube to the pigeon's on the legs.
let go!
"Go."
The pigeon flapped its wings a few times in the air, and finally landed on the roof, hovering for a while before flying away.
gradually disappear into the night...
Jing Xian looked at it, his eyes getting deeper and deeper!
The next day, he changed into court clothes and set foot on the Golden Palace for the first time.
Stand in the position where the scene also stood!
It's just that the two are completely different.
A combination of ambition and malice.
A gentle like a scholar.
Jing Xian didn't understand the affairs of the court. After the whole process, he just stood there silently, looked down, didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, just listened quietly, with a correct learning attitude. .
During this period, Emperor Qi Zhen also asked him a few questions, but he opened his mouth and couldn't answer a word.
Makes people anxious.
After going to court, he stopped Jing Rong and thanked him deeply, "Jing Rong, thank you."
Very sincere!
Jing Rong patted him on the shoulder, "You and I are brothers, why are you thankful? Besides, if it's my best friend, he knows what you want and can't bear you to stay in the palace all the time, so I should help. "
"Anyway, thank you very much, but I'm at a loss for the fact that the DPRK is in China."
"There are many rules in the DPRK, you don't need to rush for a while, just slowly understand, you will understand."
Kyungsoo nodded his head.
Such a gentle person looks harmless to humans and animals.
Jing Rong really hopes that he thinks too much!
At this time-
A little eunuch hurried over, "See the two princes."
"What's the matter?"
"Emperor Xuanxian enters the palace."
Jing Xian was startled, a little nervous.
Eyes tightened.
Jing Rong comforted, "Don't worry."
He forced a smile, and then went with the little eunuch.
Behind him, Jing Rong looked at his figure and sighed.
…
Arrived at Fuyang Palace.
After entering, Jing Xian stood in the center of the hall for a long time.
Emperor Qi Zhen only cared about reviewing the memorials without raising his head.
As if he was a transparent person!
One stick of incense, two sticks of incense, three sticks of incense...
Almost half an hour passed like that.
Although Jing Xian had already recovered from his serious illness, but after standing for a long time, his legs would inevitably tremble, but he held on and gritted his teeth.
Finally, Emperor Qi Zhen closed the last memorial and put it aside.
Zhang Quan brought a cup of hot tea.
"Your Majesty, drink some tea to warm up."
He took a sip from the teacup, and then looked at Jing Xian who was standing in the hall.
Brow wrinkled.
Put down the teacup.
"How do you feel when you enter the court for the first time today?" Emperor Qi Zhen's voice was low, as if he was asking someone who had nothing to do with him.
Old man, it's your son. Anyway, come up with a good tone!
Jing Xian replied respectfully, "My son is clumsy, I don't understand many things very well, and I know that I am not as good as Jing Rong and the ministers in the court, but I will study hard in the future."
"Well, as long as you can have this heart, it's not in vain to promise Jing Rong to let you enter the court."
"Thank you, Father."
"But your body is just right, you don't have to be too tired. Although I allow you to enter the court, you don't need to worry too much about the affairs of the court. Just take care of your body. There are still Jing Rong and the courtiers for the important affairs of the court." The implication is obvious.
To put it bluntly, he didn't want this son to be involved in the court at all.
Nominally agreed to his entry into the DPRK.
But in fact, he was not allowed to touch Chao Gang's affairs at all.
Jing Xian understood in his heart, but on the surface he was obedient and obedient, and bowed his hands, "Yes, my son understands." Emperor Qi Zhen again instructed: "Also, you have just left the palace, and Prince Xian's mansion is very busy. I ordered the Ministry of Rites to take care of you, but the Ministry of Rites is not only busy with your house, so I also ordered Liang Zongzheng to help you. If you need anything, just tell him, after all, you are also a prince, and the Xian Wang’s house does not
It can be too simple, otherwise it will lose its identity. "
"Thank you for your concern. In fact, the house is already very good."
"I'm not in Tongren Hall with you now, what should be asked, should be asked."
"Yes."
His tone was always cold and indifferent.
Emperor Qi Zhen tightened his hand on the table, opened his mouth, and seemed to have something to say, but he swallowed it and waved his hand, "Forget it, let's go out."
Jing Xian raised his head and glanced at him, then quickly lowered his eyes and cupped his hands, "I'm retire."
He bowed his head and retreated silently.
After the people left, Emperor Qi Zhen was very worried.
Zhang Quan saw it in his eyes, stepped forward a little, bowed and said, "Is the emperor troubled by what happened back then?"
He sighed, "Although it's been fifteen years, why don't I feel sad every time I think of it? How could he not hate me when he gave his mother and concubine a bowl of poison to death in front of his own son? The order not to allow him to leave the palace and build the mansion is also because he is worried that he will hate the disease and hate it."
Zhang Quan, "Now that King Xian is like this, he must have been relieved, and the emperor need not worry." "I hope so."