King Shou did not come to the backyard at night.
Song Jianing lay on the bed by herself, silently guessing if something happened in the palace, but she fell asleep while lying down while she was pregnant. Next door to Duke Wei's mansion, Lin's coaxed Brother Mao back and saw Guo Boyan sitting on the bed with his chest bare, his long and narrow eyes staring at her dresser diagonally opposite, as if he was worried about something.
"Is something bothering you?" Lin shi walked over to the man and asked softly.
Guo Boyan looked at his wife, sighed, pulled Lin Shi into his arms, and whispered about today's court. Yu Gong, he agrees with King Shou's words, and the loss of King Shou's face has nothing to do with him, but if the emperor does what he wants, if the attack on Liao fails, it will affect the situation of Da Zhou and Liao in the next few years or even more than ten years. Yu Si, King Shou is his son-in-law. King Shou was disgraced by the emperor, and he behaved calmly in the palace. When he returns to the palace, he will definitely have a seizure. Will his honest daughter be wronged
When Lin Shi heard this, he was so anxious that he broke free from his arms and said angrily, "What's wrong with the emperor..."
Before he finished speaking, Guo Boyan covered his mouth.
Lin's beautiful eyes stared at her husband, and it took a long while to swallow her anger. A half son-in-law, although she dare not really treat King Shou as a son, but King Shou is considerate to her daughter, and Lin likes this son-in-law. Who would have thought that Emperor Xuande would be so ruthless, humiliating her in front of civil and military officials son in law
First of all, she was angry, and when her anger was over, Lin Shi thought of the predicament her daughter might be facing, and immediately became restless.
Guo Boyan comforted her: "An An is pregnant, and the lord should not take his anger on her."
Lin was not worried that King Shou would bully his daughter at all. Just because of the protection of King Shou for his daughter when Hu and his wife entered Beijing last year, Lin knew that King Shou was a real gentleman. What Lin cared about was that now King Shou was wronged, he would definitely not take the initiative to tell his daughter about it, and her daughter had been kept in the dark, so he could not comfort King Shou in time. With such a big grievance, Wang Ye kept it in his heart, what should he do if he was hurt
"I will send An An a letter tomorrow?" Lin shi whispered and discussed with her husband.
Guo Boyan shook his head: "You send someone over, and then to appease the prince, that is to tell the prince that you also know about it, but the prince is not happy." Even if this matter is destined to be known to everyone in the capital, Guo Boyan believes that the king of Shou Certainly not wanting to hear the fact that others are talking about him.
Lin Shi understood at one point and said worriedly, "Then what should I do?"
Guo Boyan clapped her hand and sighed: "It won't take a few days, this matter will definitely spread all over the streets and alleys. The servants of the palace go out to run errands, and if they hear a few words, they will naturally reach An An's ears." There is never a shortage of talkative people among them. King Shou was reprimanded by the emperor and could not hide it.
Lin Shi looked to the east, her brows furrowed, even if her daughter heard the wind, does that silly girl know how to comfort the aggrieved King Shou
"Three days later, the emperor will go on a personal expedition, and I will also go with me." Guo Boyan said suddenly, seeing his wife threw herself on her married daughter.
Lin Shi was shocked, and half of his heart immediately returned to her husband.
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In Shouwang's mansion, Zhao Heng did not set foot in the backyard for two consecutive days. After returning to the mansion, he stayed in the study by himself, without sending a message to the backyard. Song Jianing guessed that something must have happened to his prince, and asked Liu Xi to inquire secretly. Zong Ze and Eunuch Fu didn't take the initiative to deliver a letter to him, it must be inconvenient to say, Liu Xi asked the rough eunuchs in the backyard to pay attention to all kinds of news, and tell him immediately if they find anything.
Another day later, a little eunuch who was out shopping secretly told Liu Xi something.
Liu Xi was horrified, and immediately went to report to the princess.
Song Jianing was shocked and dropped the scroll in her hand, imagining the situation where her prince was reprimanded by the emperor in public, tears rolled in her eyes, she felt sorry for him and felt wronged for him. The lord has always been a little talker, and he would refuse to open his mouth if he was told by others. He talked so much in one breath in the courtroom. There must be a reason for him, but what he said was wrong. The emperor reprimanded him in private, how can...
No wonder the prince didn't come to the backyard anymore. When she was disliked by Lu Zhen, she felt ashamed.
Song Jianing can fully understand Wang Ye's current mood.
Just, what can she do
Song Jianing looked out of the window, dumbfounded. She used to despise herself for being fat, so she took out a breast wrap. The lord praised her as a jewel and her third sister was a wooden scorpion, and she became happy. But she was happy because he was the prince and the future emperor. If the emperor praised her well, then she must be really good. Now, on the other hand, even if she praised the lord fiercely, it was impossible to offset the grievances that Emperor Xuande brought to the lord.
That is to say, the way to praise the prince will not work. In the final analysis, the prince's mouth disease is a scale that is more untouchable than her fatness.
Since you can't persuade the lord not to care about his oral problems, why don't you try to make the lord happy? When you are in a good mood, you will feel much more relaxed when you think of unhappy things.
Then how should she coax the prince
Song Jianing patted his slightly bulging belly, and suddenly thought about it.
In the evening, Zhao Heng returned to the mansion, changed his clothes in the inner room, and went to the study without saying a word. Eunuch Fu was standing outside the study, thinking that the prince hadn't said a word since he was reprimanded in the courtroom that day, and was silent like a piece of human-shaped cold jade, and Eunuch Fu felt distressed. The prince did not speak in front of people easily. At that time, he said a large series of four words in one breath, all for the sake of the court, the heart of a child, but the emperor poured a bucket of cold water.
"My subordinates meet the princess."
Zong Ze's voice suddenly came from outside, and Eunuch Fu's eyes lit up. If you want to say who is most likely to coax the prince to show his joy again, it must be the princess. It was as if a drowning man had met a savior, Eunuch Fu lightly walked out and saw the princess wearing a pale pink robe outside the door, Eunuch Fu was like seeing a watery lotus on a hot day, and his heart followed. comfortable.
"The princess is here." Eunuch Fu whispered, his eyes secretly observing the expression of the princess. It wasn't that he didn't want to report the news, but it was because the wangye was too angry. Eunuch Fu was afraid that the wangfei would be angered by the wangye for nothing, and secondly, he was afraid that the wangye would find out that he secretly passed the news to the princess and punish him.
Eunuch Fu was nervous and careful, Song Jianing glanced at the window of the study, and smiled in a normal tone, "I have something to ask the lord, is the lord busy?"
"Wait, princess, I'll ask." This time Eunuch Fu didn't dare to invite the princess directly, so he stepped back a few steps and lowered his head into the study room. Seeing the prince holding the scroll and looking down at the book, as if he didn't hear anything, Duke Fu asked in a lower voice, "My lord, the princess has something to ask for and is waiting outside the door."
Zhao Heng glanced at the door and lowered it again. After a while, he put the book on the table and picked up the tea bowl.
Eunuch Fu understood, and went out to invite the princess to come in.
Song Jianing breathed a sigh of relief, there was no sound inside, she was really afraid that the prince would not see her.
Eunuch Fu sent her to the door, he stopped and waited outside, raising the curtain for the princess with his hands. Song Jianing lowered her head and went in, looked up, and saw her Shou Wangye sitting behind the desk, wearing a dark robe, with a cold expression, not the indifference she was familiar with. Seeing his gaze turned to the picture scroll in her hand, Song Jianing smiled slightly, and said softly as he walked towards him: "My lord, I suddenly wanted to learn to paint these two days. Lord, can you help me make a review?"
Zhao Heng stared at her a few times and nodded.
Song Jianing smiled shyly, walked over to him, and unfolded the picture little by little. Before the painting was exposed, her fair and delicate fingers twitched silently, and it became a scene. His eyes moved up along her small hand involuntarily, and Zhao Heng saw her tender and white wrist again, and on his left wrist was the blood jade bracelet he gave him last year.
Her hand was moving, and the bracelet swayed. Zhao Heng looked at the bracelet, a little distracted. She really likes this bracelet. She never leaves her body during the day and night. When she hugs him at night, the bracelet rubs down his back all the way... With the thought, Zhao Heng couldn't hold back any longer. Innumerable times of crazy lingering, the body that has been vegetarian for more than three months, is ready to move in an instant.
just a bracelet...
The last time she came to the study and gave him soup, he couldn't help but lose control. This woman couldn't even set foot in his study.
Song Jianing had already opened the painting and found that he had closed his eyes for some reason. She cautiously kept silent, but the man kept closed. She clearly saw but didn't speak, and it seemed that it was easy to reveal that she already knew about him. With his mind racing, Song Jianing glanced at his painting, bit his lip, and asked angrily, "My lord closed his eyes, did I draw too ugly?"
Zhao Heng was suppressing the sudden desire. Hearing this, he opened his eyes, looked down, and saw her painting. On the pale yellow rice paper was a picture of a lotus flower. The lotus painting skills were ordinary. At this time, Zhao Heng had no interest in commenting. On the contrary, the three carps under the lotus leaf were somewhat agile despite their shortcomings. Zhao Heng looked at the three fish attentively, and soon realized that the three fish should be a family of three, two big and one small. Among the big fish, one is slender, and the other is much shorter, chubby... just like her.
Since the little fat fish is like her, could it be that the slender...
Zhao Heng looked at the fish next to him that looked like him. After watching for a while, he moved his eyes to the little fish. Seeing that she also made the little fish fat, a scene suddenly appeared in Zhao Heng's mind: she was sitting at a desk Telling the "Historical Records" to the children, the big face is chubby, and the small one is exactly the same as her mother... If she really looks like her, it should be her daughter.
He thought about it, Song Jianing stood by and watched him secretly, seeing that the thin layer of frost on Wang Yejun's face gradually melted and returned to his usual indifference, even more peaceful, Song Jianing felt that this painting should be the right one. , asked in a low voice, "My lord, how is my painting?"
Zhao Heng raised his head and met her watery almond eyes full of expectation. He said solemnly, "Ugly."
… This is too merciless.
Song Jianing pouted involuntarily, knowing that she had spent a long time drawing, and how much rice paper she had to waste before she could draw a picture that she could take out.
"Thank you for your guidance, I will continue to practice." Song Jianing forced a smile and stretched out his hand to put away the painting.
However, Zhao Heng put away the scroll in advance and inserted it into the blue-and-white porcelain painting vase beside him.
Song Jianing opened his mouth blankly.
"Grinding." Zhao Heng ordered.
Guessing that he was going to teach her to paint, Song Jianing was overjoyed, and she got busy like a little girl. Sensing that the man was looking at her, Song Jianing turned her head and looked at him. She smiled contentedly. Her sweet and simple smile was like a ray of spring breeze, blowing away the coldness that had been hovering in Zhao Heng's heart for many days.
He knew what kind of person his father was, but he couldn't choose Mingzhe to protect himself knowing that the timing of the Northern Expedition was not right, so Zhao Heng did not regret what he did that day. He just...
"My lord, it's alright."
A familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. Looking at the little princess who was the easiest to satisfy, Zhao Heng smiled.
He can't change his father's decision, but at least he can point to his little princess. She has a talent for drawing fish. As long as she keeps practicing, she may be able to leave a few calligraphy paintings that will be passed down through the ages.