Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 2 Black-bellied uncle, Zhao Guangyi
"Your Highness?" Zhao Dezhao's fist smashed the bronze mirror, which alarmed the eunuchs guarding outside the bedroom, and a high-pitched voice came in.

Zhao Dezhao turned around and said calmly, "Come in."

With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside.

A young eunuch walked into the room with small steps, bent down in front of Zhao Dezhao, spoke softly, with a low-browed and pleasing expression, humble and cautious.

"Your Highness, you have a fever and fell asleep for an hour, but you have woken up. The imperial physician in the palace will be here soon... Would you like some hot porridge to nourish your stomach?"

This eunuch is the personal eunuch assigned to Zhao Dezhao by the palace, and his name is Qian Niu'er.

"No need." At this moment, Zhao Dezhao didn't have the desire to eat, so he waved his hand, "Changing clothes for me."

Qian Niu'er hurried out of the house and gave orders, and soon a small group of maids in palace costumes appeared and walked in one by one. They looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and they belonged to junior high school students in Zhao Dezhao's concept.

Three of the maidservants held trays in both hands, and the trays contained robes, crown belts, and boots.

They knelt down at Zhao Dezhao's feet, lowered their heads and raised the tray to the level of their eyebrows. Three other maidservants took the robe and crown belt and began to change his clothes.

Oh my god, there are three people who specialize in lifting plates, and three people who do it by hand, it's such a big battle to change clothes!

Being served by a group of junior high school students like this made Zhao Dezhao, a soul from later generations, very uncomfortable.

The robes were changed quickly, and the clothes needed to be smoothed out. A few pairs of tender little hands fiddled with Zhao Dezhao's body back and forth, making him itchy and feeling weird.

"Okay, okay, I don't need you here anymore."

Zhao Dezhao really couldn't bear this, so he waved his hand. He still had a hat, no boots, and he planned to do it himself.

"Your Highness, spare your life!"

As soon as Zhao Dezhao finished speaking, the faces of the six maidservants changed drastically, and they all knelt down with a thud, knocking their foreheads on the ground.

Zhao Dezhao was stunned for a moment, "This...this is..."

Immediately afterwards, Qian Niu'er, his personal eunuch, also knelt down and begged:
"Your Highness, these servants were sent to the mansion by the palace. They are young and have sloppy hands and feet. It is inevitable that they are not appropriate enough to do things, which makes you dissatisfied... Just spare their lives and send them Just expel him from the palace and send him back to the palace."

Zhao Dezhao opened his mouth, just about to say, "I don't blame them, let alone want their lives."

But then, similar memories from the past flooded into my mind one after another——

Once, because he found a small stone in the porridge bowl, he ordered a large bowl of sand and gravel, and asked the guards to force it into the mouth of the cook who was in charge of picking rice, forcing him to swallow it. The cook's stomach swelled and died miserably.

Once, because he accidentally said "Your Highness, it's cold underground", he ordered the maid in the mansion to beat her mouth full of blood, just because he was afraid of others saying "underground", so he could only say "on the ground", because he felt "Underground" is unlucky, it is cursing him to death.

These two evil deeds were just the most bizarre among them. As for some other slaves, he got furious and ordered them to be killed and crippled because of minor mistakes.

With such a vicious and tyrannical master at the stall, it is no wonder that the usual sentence "I don't need you here" scared these maids to their knees and begged for mercy. Being a slave makes the master feel useless. die?

Thinking of the bad deeds in the past, Zhao Dezhao sighed secretly, and said in a slow tone: "I don't blame them, but I don't need them to serve, I can do it myself."

Qian Niu'er stood up, looked up at Zhao Dezhao in disbelief, the master turned out to be so lenient, did he change his temper, or did he have a fever and burn out his brain?
"Thank you for your magnanimity, Your Highness, thank you for your kindness." The six maidservants "escaped from death", weeping with gratitude, and kowtowed like garlic.Qian Niu'er waved his hand, and the maidservants left in a hurry.

Zhao Dezhao put on the hat and boots by himself, raised his hand and shook his sleeves, "Go, enter the palace."

Just as Qian Niu'er put his heart back into his stomach, he jumped up again when he heard this: "Your Highness, it's raining heavily outside. You just got a fever from the cold, so you can't be drenched in the rain again!"

Zhao Dezhao ignored him, walked out on his own.

Qian Niu'er quickly followed, shouting repeatedly, "Get the carriage! Quick carriage!"

"It's too much trouble to prepare a carriage. Let's walk!"

Qian Niu'er couldn't help it, so he quickly took a big umbrella for Zhao Dezhao, and called a few followers to follow the guards in a hurry.

The momentum of the heavy rain did not decrease at all, and the entire Tokyo city was shrouded in misty rain and water vapor, and the streets were like rivers flowing across.

Zhao Dezhao walked quickly on the stone pavement, taking big strides and landing steadily, without paying any attention to the muddy water splashing under his feet.

Funing Palace.

The bedroom where Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, lived.

"Your Majesty Wang, please let me know, I want to see my father." Zhao Dezhao said politely to a middle-aged eunuch in a purple robe.

This middle-aged eunuch is Wang Ji'en, who is well known in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which is a specialized agency for eunuchs in the Song Dynasty.

"Second Highness, Your Majesty is in poor health and is still lying in bed. I'm afraid I won't be able to see anyone today." Wang Jien bowed slightly, although his words were polite, but the meaning of rejection was very obvious.

"It's not that I'm in poor health, you dog slave wouldn't dare not let me see my father!" Zhao Dezhao cursed inwardly, with a smile still on his face, "I'd better let you know, if my father knows, I'll come and see you." If he's gone, I'm afraid his energy and energy will improve."

When it came to this point, Wang Jien didn't dare to refuse, he hesitated for a while, and asked Zhao Dezhao to wait in the side hall, and then went to pass the message for him.

As soon as Zhao Dezhao entered the gate of the side hall, he caught a glimpse of a middle-aged man in a purple robe sitting above him.

This man was tall and burly, with a square face, with reddish-black skin, he was about to close his eyes to rest his mind, when he heard footsteps, he opened his eyes alertly, his eyes were shining brightly.

This is Zhao Kuangyin's second brother, Zhao Guangyi.

"Erlang has met uncle." Zhao Dezhao paid respects to Zhao Guangyi.

Zhao Guangyi held Zhao Dezhao's arm tightly with both hands, and laughed out loud, quite cheerfully.

"Erlang, it's raining so hard, and you're rushing into the palace to visit your doctor. If the emperor knows that you are so filial, I don't know how gratified you will be!"

The reason why Zhao Guangyi called Zhao Dezhao Erlang was because Zhao Dezhao had an elder brother who died young.

Zhao Dezhao had a smile on his face, but secretly sneered in his heart:
"It's raining so hard, don't you just wait here? It came earlier than me!"

"If brother Huang knew how you treated his children and grandchildren after taking over, if you knew how black-hearted you are, I'm afraid you would be so angry that you would die!"

(End of this chapter)