Funing Hall

After Zhao Shiqi left the palace, he didn't come back until late at night, and he didn't hear from him at all, and he didn't ask anyone to come into the palace to say anything.No one knew what he was doing.

Zhao Cong leaned on the bed and waited. Rantao came in a few times, and finally persuaded him: "Your Majesty, after all, Mr. Xiaolang has grown up, and he has been away these few years. I am afraid that he can no longer adapt to the rules of the palace." She had another sentence Didn't say, His Majesty should also adapt to today's Xiao Langjun.

"I know."

"Your Majesty, go to sleep quickly. You are scheduled to go out of the palace tomorrow. When you are outside the city, you will have to farm by yourself. It will be a tiring day."

"Dye pottery."

"Ok?"

Zhao Cong thought about it, and then asked: "Is my attitude towards Xiao Shiyi wrong?"

His Majesty had already asked similar questions during the day, but now he asked again, Rantao sighed again.She said softly: "Your Majesty, there is nothing wrong with your attitude, and Mr. Xiao Lang is also right. It's just that after a few years, always..."

Zhao Cong knew that after a few years, Zhao Shiyi would marry a wife and have children in the future, so he should get used to it earlier.What's the use of asking these questions?He laughed to himself, before Rantao could make the quilt for him, he lay down himself first, facing inward, and said softly: "I'm asleep."

Rantao knew that the psychological gap was the most uncomfortable, but this was also the truth, and His Majesty had to adapt.She didn't try to persuade her any more, and she couldn't persuade her anymore, His Majesty had to figure it out on his own.She lowered the curtain, turned and went out.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Cong woke up early, put on light clothes, and took the concubines in the palace, the children of the clan and the officials above the fifth rank in the capital, and went out of the city together.

Zhao Shiqi knew about this, but Zhao Cong didn't set a specific date before.Even if he went out today, he had made a temporary decision yesterday, and he hadn't had time to tell Zhao Shiqi.Originally, Zhao Cong wanted to take Zhao Shiqi with him, but he lost his interest at this time.He still thinks Xiao Shishi is a child, but Zhao Shishi is really not a child anymore.

The fields outside the city had already been arranged, and Zhao Cong also allowed the nearby villagers to watch with him.

It was rare for the villagers to see the emperor, so they were very excited.Zhao Cong is a person who has engraved performance into his bones. On such an occasion, he naturally performed perfectly, no matter what his actual emotions are.

The villagers in the same view knelt down and shouted long live. He shouted, said a few words of encouragement, and went to the field in person.But it scared everyone again, no one thought that this pro-plowing was really "pro-plowing"!

Even a few close ministers didn't expect that His Majesty would really go down to earth!

Qian Yuemo followed him closely and went to the ground together.Although the other concubines were not favored, His Majesty and Concubine Shu never lacked food and drink for them. In the past few years, they have never been tossed because of lack of favor. On the contrary, His Majesty often rewarded them with good things, and now they feel at peace.They were told by Qian Yuemo a long time ago, and they all wore light clothes today, helping the maid's hand to the ground.

Zhao Cong has always lived in the city, rice and wheat used to be indistinguishable.On the contrary, he started to be an emperor in this life, he started to learn everything, and he started to recognize everything.Now he knows the difference between the two, only now is February, in his previous life, it was March in the Gregorian calendar, and it was not yet the season for transplanting rice seedlings, so he could only plow the field once.

Moreover, the field is already well-maintained, so even if he actually plows the field, he still acts like it.But in the end, he leveled the land around him with a plow knife. The concubines followed suit, and other officials even learned a lot.

The villagers on the side were already dumbfounded. The officials, ladies in the palace, and these high-ranking officials and nobles actually leveled a piece of land!

This is really the most real "pro farming" ever.

After Zhao Cong finished leveling the piece beside him and straightened up, he felt backache and pain in his legs and feet.

He is not in good health and has never practiced martial arts, at most he just walked around the courtyard a few times after eating.I am used to being pampered, how can I do such a job?In fact, halfway through the level, he felt a little uncomfortable and insisted on holding on.

As soon as he looked up and saw the earnest eyes of the villagers, he suddenly felt that this bit of suffering was nothing.

He said with a smile: "This year there will be a good harvest."

When the villagers heard this, they knelt down and thanked him again.

Zhao Cong shouted again with a smile, because he wanted to show his image in front of the people, he resisted to support Rantao.

At this time, in Zhao Shiqi's new house in the city, he stayed up all night, and finally finished the painting, and finally showed a smile on his face.

He put down his paintbrush and called out for someone, and Cha Xi walked in.

Yan Mo was not an ordinary maid, and without Mu Fu, she also had to take care of the business in Beijing.When the tea ceremony came, Zhao Shiqi was divided and asked her to take care of the affairs outside the mansion.

Chaxi came in with nectar in his hand, and sighed, "Little Lang, what are you painting? You haven't slept all night. If His Majesty and Elder Sister Rantao find out, the maidservant will be scolded again!"

Zhao Shiqi always remembered that Chaxi was kind to him back then, and he was quite happy when Zhao Cong sent her over.

He was in a good mood now, and while drinking water, he asked, "How old are you this year?"

"The servant girl is eighteen!"

"Now that His Majesty has given you to me, how about I marry you?"

Cha Xi turned pale with shock: "Is it because the servant girl didn't serve her well?"

Zhao Shiqi smiled: "I only want to marry you for your own good."

Cha Xi heaved a sigh of relief, and said: "The servant girl does not marry, just like sister Rantao. Sister Rantao serves His Majesty for the rest of her life, and the maidservant will serve you for the rest of her life!"

Rantao doesn't plan to marry?What should Xiao Tang do?

However, Zhao Shiqi didn't delve into this matter any further. When the painting was dry, he rolled up the scroll with his own hands, tied it loosely with a silk rope, and found an elegant black wooden box to come out.He put the picture scroll away carefully, then turned to wash and change clothes.

When Cha Xi tied his hair in a bun, he was still surprised: "Xiao Langjun, what exactly did you draw?"

Zhao Shiqi smiled without saying a word.

After tying up his bun, he took the hairpin that Zhao Cong gave to him himself, and turned around to pick out the clothes himself.

Cha Xi was even more puzzled.Their young gentleman never asks these questions!

Zhao Shiqi knew that he made Zhao Cong angry, and wanted to make Zhao Cong happy. He knew what Zhao Cong liked, and Zhao Cong cared about it very much.If he wanted to tidy himself up, Zhao Cong would be willing to see him, and if Zhao Cong liked it, he would be able to forgive him earlier.

After choosing the clothes, he put on the long black wooden box and went to the palace.

When he got outside the palace, the eunuch guarding the gate said in surprise, "Young Lord! Why did you come into the palace at this time?"

"..." Zhao Shiqi was puzzled.

"But your majesty has something to tell you, and sent you back?" They all assumed that Zhao Shiqi was also going out of the city with his majesty.

"..."

Zhao Cong and his party went out of the city early in the morning, and at this time came back while the sun was shining.

The sun was warm, and the interior of the carriage was also warm. He leaned drowsily on the couch in the carriage, shaking with the carriage.When I went out of the palace today, I took eight carriages, and the emperor's guard of honor was arranged, but it was not complete.It's just clearing the imperial street and a few main roads.The purpose of leaving the palace is to farm for relatives and pray for the world, so there is no reason to torment the common people.

Because of the emperor's ceremonial guard, it was not easy for Rantao to accompany him in the carriage, so he just followed the carriage outside.

His legs and feet hurt, so he could only beat himself a few times from time to time.

Seeing that the turn would lead to West Street, and after a while, he would reach the palace, Rantao whispered to him outside the car, he was relieved, and just wanted to go back quickly and take a good bath.

At this moment, the convoy suddenly stopped. Although the carriage was not fast, it was inertial.Zhao Cong jumped forward, but luckily he quickly grabbed the handrail behind him, so he was not thrown out.

He leaned back on the couch and gasped for breath, he didn't want to talk any more, secretly thought that in this life, with this physique, he didn't know how long he could live.He was about to ask what happened to Rantao, but Rantao whispered, "Your Majesty! The little gentleman is here!"

"..." Zhao Cong was actually still angry, but he was also surprised, he didn't even return to the palace, what did he come here at this time?

The reason why Zhao Shiqi went back yesterday without waiting for Zhao Cong to calm down was because he hurriedly tried to find a way to make Zhao Cong happy.

But Zhao Cong is the emperor, what do you want?

He walked around the street, but he didn't see a single desirable thing, and he didn't buy anything.It happened that a treasure shop showed him paintings by famous artists, and he remembered that Zhao Cong liked his paintings, so he had an idea, turned around and went home to paint.

From yesterday afternoon to morning, it can be regarded as a good painting.

He hurriedly went to the palace to meet Zhao Cong, but he took everyone out of the city without saying hello!Obviously a few days ago, Zhao Cong asked him which day would be the best, but now he left him alone.

He was frightened again.

After hearing what the eunuchs said, he turned around and rushed out of the city.Because the royal street and the main road were cleared of people, they rode on horseback very quickly.The guards on the side of the street wanted to stop him at first, but the chief guard recognized him and let him go immediately, and the journey went smoothly afterwards.

From a distance, he saw the convoy, he tightened the reins, and stopped abruptly.

His horse whined, and the horses of the guards who were leading the battle in front were not much better.

If he was not Zhao Shiqi, but the one whom everyone only knew was the favorite of His Majesty, those personal guards would probably have taken him down before morning.

There was an unexpected situation ahead, and Fu Lu immediately brought people along and asked, "What's the matter?!—Xiao Langjun?"

Zhao Shiqi got off his horse, with a rare impatience on his face: "Where is Your Majesty?"

Fu Lu was stunned: "Your Majesty is in the car."

Zhao Shiqi took something off his horse and was about to go forward.

Only then did Fu Lu come back to his senses, and quickly walked up to him, whispering: "Young Lord, this is not in compliance with the rules, so many people are watching, at least let the little one go and report it!" The truth, meaning: In front of so many people, you should play it anyway!

Zhao Shiqi paused.He was so anxious that he forgot the rules?

During this time, another person ran over from Yujia's place, saluted and said: "Xiao Langjun, Your Majesty said that he knows, and wants you to go back to the palace together."

up front?With a group of outsiders?How is this enough? !

He had to meet Zhao Cong!He has angered people again, how can he stay in the front?

He said again: "I have something to say to Your Majesty."

"..." The person who sent the message had no choice but to go back.

When Zhao Cong heard the message, he became even angrier.

He is the one who does not return to the palace, and he is the one who insists on seeing him at this time!

Zhao Cong is so nice to see? !

Although angry in his heart and thinking like this in his head, Zhao Cong frowned and sat still in the car for a while, finally said: "Tell him to follow the car outside."

"Yes!"

Zhao Shiqi was relieved when he got the response, and immediately got on his horse again, hugged the long box tightly in his arms, and walked to Zhao Cong's driver.

Rantao secretly thought, it is very interesting for His Majesty to get along with Mr. Xiao Lang, why does it seem so awkward?

But she didn't think too much about it, and just stepped aside, so that Zhao Shiqi happened to follow on horseback.

It was finally safe here, Fulu shouted "Let's drive", and the convoy continued to move forward.

Beside Zhao Cong's royal driver, there are many noble children, among them is Zhao Shiyuan's elder brother Zhao Shiyuan.

Behind Zhao Shiqi, he raised his head and looked at him secretly, thinking about it in his heart.He and this younger brother hadn't seen each other a few times since they were young. When they were still in the palace, there was a world of difference between the two of them.Now, many years later, there is still a world of difference between them.

It's just that it's different.

Yu Jia would stop for him, and His Majesty is not angry at all?Still let him follow the car?

Zhao Shiyuan couldn't help but wonder, what kind of skills does this eleventh brother have to coax His Majesty to love him so much.He is also eager to learn, so that they can return to the glory of the Duke of Wei?Is it because he was born well?But the children of their palace are not bad at birth!

He was puzzled.

Not only Zhao Shiyuan thought so, but everyone else thought so.

At this time, everyone was staring at Zhao Shiqi, but Zhao Shiqi didn't know it. He was outside the car and whispered: "Your Majesty."

Zhao Cong secretly "hmph" and ignored him at all.

"Your Majesty, I was wrong."

Zhao Cong was even angrier, saying "I was wrong" once or twice is still useful.What's the use of talking too much?Is it really easy to coax him when Zhao Cong is still the fool he used to be? !

Zhao Cong still didn't make a sound, Zhao Shiqi's face became darker.

Zhao Shiqi is very obedient in front of Zhao Cong, as if the gloom and domineering in his body are gone.But at this time Zhao Cong was sitting in the carriage, the haze around him gradually surrounded him, and those who stared at him dared not stare at him anymore.

When he returned to the palace, Zhao Cong in the car never responded to him, so he went all the way to the palace gate with a dark face.

Zhao Cong is the emperor, and his car can drive in, but they can't.Zhao Shiqi got off his horse, hugged the box tightly, and still followed the carriage closely until he walked to the entrance of Funing Hall.

Zhao Cong didn't hear Xiao Wuxin's words, but he couldn't bear to be human, maybe he wasn't by the carriage again!But he couldn't bear to ask.He was both angry and tired of such a strange and strange self.

However, his legs and feet hurt so much, as soon as the carriage stopped, he lifted the curtain irritably by himself, and he got up to get out of the carriage.

Rantao and the others didn't expect him to get out of the carriage suddenly, and the carriage hadn't stopped yet.Zhao Cong's legs hurt, and he came out short, the soles of his feet suddenly hurt, his body tilted, and he was about to fall off the carriage.Fu Lu and the others were so frightened that they immediately threw themselves on the ground, preparing to use it as a cushion.Zhao Shiqi threw the box in his arms first, strode forward and grabbed Zhao Cong's waist, holding Zhao Cong in his arms.

Zhao Cong was startled, then stunned, and heard the sound of heavy objects falling in his ears, and he subconsciously looked towards the ground.

A black wooden box fell on the ground, and it was broken. One of the scrolls fell on the ground, and the scroll was half unfolded while the ribbon was loose.

In the afternoon sun, there was actually a young man smiling in the pavilion on the scroll.