Funing Hall

For dinner, they eat small wontons together.

Zhao Cong doesn't pay much attention to appetite, even if he likes it very much, he can eat it after a few mouthfuls.But he still remembers those three days in Hangzhou, he really had a good time, and now he has Hangzhou-style small wontons, which is also fresh for him.Rantao specially used eight small porcelain bowls with azure glaze to hold eight flavors and served them in front of him as he did in the small shop in Hangzhou.

Zhao Cong laughed: "It's the same as when we were in Hangzhou."

Rantao also smiled: "Young Lord ordered it."

He looked back at Zhao Shiqi, who smiled slowly at him.Laughing now is not a smug smile during the day, but a silent smile under the lamp.

Zhao Cong was taken aback by his smile, and quickly lowered his head to eat wontons.

Zhao Shiqi twitched the corner of his mouth, just by looking at this picture, one can tell that Zhao Congding also likes him, and the identity issue needs to be resolved.Seeing that Zhao Cong only ate the bowl in front of him with his head down, he wanted to imitate the time in Hangzhou. He scooped up other flavors with a spoon, handed them to Zhao Cong, and whispered, "Your Majesty."

"Ah?" Zhao Cong looked up at him, and when he saw him, he wanted to feed himself again.He felt a little embarrassed, and immediately went to see Rantao.Rantao gave a blessing with a smile, turned around and went down with others.

When the two of them dine alone, they usually only eat in the inner room, Zhao Cong still prefers to sit on the couch, with the small table right in front of him, very comfortable.There were only the two of them left in the inner room, so Zhao Shiqi simply sat closer to him, and continued to pass the spoon to his mouth, coaxing and coquettishly: "Your Majesty, eat."

"Your Majesty" Zhao Cong couldn't resist the temptation, so he obediently opened his mouth to eat.

Zhao Shiqi lowered his head and smiled.

Zhao Cong's ears turned red in an instant, and for some reason he didn't dare to speak anymore, and just buried his head in eating wontons.Zhao Shiqi didn't feed him any more, and pushed another bowl towards him: "Your Majesty, this bowl is stuffed with shrimp, you like it."

"Oh." Zhao Cong lowered his head and ate a few.

Zhao Shiqi passed another bowl: "This is filled with yellow croaker. It was just shipped from Jiangnan this morning."

"Oh." Zhao Cong continued to eat with his head down.

In this way, Zhao Cong tasted all eight flavors.Although he lowered his head, he could feel that Zhao Shiqi was staring at him. No matter how hard he sat down, he put down his spoon and said, "I'm going to study for a while."

"Your Majesty won't eat?"

"Yeah." Zhao Cong wanted to leave quickly.

But Zhao Shiqi said: "Your Majesty wait for me, I will go with you." After he finished speaking, he quickly brought all the eight small bowls in front of Zhao Cong to him, and drank all eight small wonton bowls one by one.Wontons were already wrapped compactly, but Zhao Cong was in poor health, so he ate slowly.When I arrived at Zhao Shiqi's place, I ate eight bowls in a short time.

Zhao Cong's ears are still red, those are leftovers from his food! !Is the palace so poor that there is nothing for him to eat?Want to eat leftovers?What on earth is Little Eleven going to do? !Everyone had forgotten what happened on the boat that day, as if nothing had happened.These days are also peaceful, why is he suddenly so ambiguous?

Does he really not understand, or is he pretending?

But Zhao Cong asked himself, has he never shown anything wrong?

No matter how anxious Zhao Cong was, he wanted to save face, so he had to wait, and then went to the study together.

Zhao Cong likes to lean on the couch, so there is also a low couch in his study.He originally thought that Xiao Shiyi had something to say when he came, but Xiao Shiyi also took the book to read.He didn't understand even more, so he simply stopped reading Zhao Shiqi, and read this brochure as well.

When he was not in power, he had a lot of free time, and he always used these to pass the time.Now that I am busy, looking at these is a luxury.This brochure was just delivered from Yangzhou, and it was printed by Yi Yu and Si Lang with a new printing method, and most of the selected poems were also handed down in the south of the Yangtze River.

He was watching a song "Recalling Qin'e", "The shade of the building is lacking, and the shadow of the railing lies on the moon in the east chamber". When he saw this sentence, he felt a little cold and moved his neck unconsciously.He looked up, only to see that Zhao Shiqi hadn't been sitting in a chair to read a book for a long time, he had already sat behind the desk, lowered his head and didn't know what he was drawing.

Because Zhao Shiqi lowered his head, he looked at him quietly by the light.

You can never get enough of the people you like.Zhao Cong is very satisfied with his life in the past few days, he doesn't panic or feel guilty, he just hopes to continue like this forever.While watching, Xiao Shi looked up at him again, he was a little embarrassed and wanted to lower his head.But he thought again, why is he embarrassed? What happened to his nephew? !

He looked up again, looking openly.

Zhao Shiqi smiled, stood a few feet away from him, and said to him, "Your Majesty, I am painting you."

"..." Zhao Cong admitted defeat again, his nephew really couldn't watch it often.He lowered his head immediately, but just happened to see the last line of the poem: knots of lanterns and flowers, a moment of spring dream, Jiangnan and Tiankuo.

It was the time when the lanterns were knotted in front of him, and he couldn't help but think of that spring in the south of the Yangtze River again.

Zhao Shiqi put down his paintbrush at this moment, walked up to him, and asked softly, "Your Majesty, what are you looking at?"

Zhao Cong didn't want him to see the poem, so he immediately closed the book: "Look at it freely."

Zhao Shiqi suddenly took his hand and asked casually: "Your Majesty, are your hands cold? The spring day in Kaifeng mansion comes late and short, and the night is still cool."

Zhao Cong wanted to withdraw his hand calmly, but Zhao Shiqi held it tightly, and continued innocently: "Your Majesty, think about it for a while, since I came back, in the past few months, Your Majesty has always I'm busy, and I've been running around too, we haven't talked like this for a long time."

Having said that, Zhao Shiqi's voice was a little aggrieved, and Zhao Cong was also a little uncomfortable, but that's not the case.

"Your Majesty, my errand is settled, and my heart is also settled." Zhao Shiqi suddenly said this sentence, and when he said the last sentence, he kept staring at Zhao Cong.

Zhao Cong was overwhelmed by his stare, and his mind was blank again.

Zhao Shiqi laughed again, as if unintentionally, but still did not let go of Zhao Cong's hand, but said again: "Your Majesty, was I very cute when I was young?"

Only then did Zhao Cong come back to his senses, and immediately laughed angrily: "You were good when you were young? Do you still remember the fight with Zhao Ting in the back garden? Speaking of that time, I will get angry! I don't want to do good things, but I want to fight with you!" People fight! At that time, my heart was very distressed, but now you tell me that you are pretending to be stupid, and you are clear in your heart. Why did you have to fight with him in the first place? When you fight, you fight, and you get stabbed by him!"

Zhao Shiqi would never say that he stabbed the knife himself, and he didn't expect that he would confess like that to Zhao Cong. Zhao Cong thought that the knife was made by Zhao Tingzha.He was softer in his heart, squeezed Zhao Cong's hand, looked at Zhao Cong and said, "He said bad things about you behind his back, even when he was in Weijun Prince's Mansion, I taught him a lesson, that would be considered light."

Zhao Cong was stunned for a moment, feeling happy in his heart, but he still said: "Then you can't ignore your own safety!"

"Your Majesty, your safety is my safety."

"... Cough." Zhao Cong couldn't find anything to say, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand again, and said, "I'm going to rest."

"Your Majesty, let's talk for a while." Zhao Shiqi grabbed his hand and looked up at his lowered eyes.

Zhao Cong's eyes dodged a little, and his mind was a little confused, so he asked, "What did you say?"

"Your Majesty, do you recognize Gu Ci?"

Zhao Cong got up, of course he knew!Is Little Eleven going to discuss political affairs with him?That's great!As long as it's not so ambiguous, it's fine to say anything!

He nodded: "I know, but I have never seen it before."

Zhao Shiqi continued: "Your Majesty, do you know that he and Xie Wenrui?"

"Huh?" Zhao Cong was puzzled.

"Xie Wenrui likes him, but he avoids Xie Wenrui, so he hasn't returned to Song Dynasty for many years."

Zhao Cong never expected that Xiao Shiyi would tell him this!Where did Little Eleven hear such gossip?

Zhao Shiqi looked at him and continued: "Your Majesty, in fact, men are the same as men and women. Xie Wenrui is sincere to Gu Ci, but it's a pity that Gu Ci doesn't understand."

Zhao Cong said in a daze, "I'm afraid Gu Ci has some difficulties."

"Your Majesty, apart from the earth breaking and the sky collapsing, what are the difficulties that cannot be solved? There are so many ways in the world, and there is always one that suits you. Even if you don't find a suitable one, you can always find a new way."

"..."

"Your Majesty, am I right?" Zhao Shiqi said coquettishly in his voice.

Zhao Cong could only nod his head.

Zhao Shiqi still didn't let him go, and asked again: "Your Majesty, do you have someone you like?"

"Zhen..." Yes, but Zhao Cong didn't dare to say it out, he was already so confused by Zhao Shiqi's words that he couldn't turn his head, and Zhao Shiqi kept holding his hand, and wanted to squeeze it from time to time.

"Your Majesty, you said that if I have someone I like, I will let you know and you will marry me?"

"...That's right." Zhao Cong didn't understand what Zhao Shiqi meant.Is this to be ambiguous, or Zhao Shiqi really has a pleasing little lady and wants him to marry him? !Afraid that he would not agree, that's why he flattered him like this?He is a little nervous.

Zhao Shiqi smiled: "I just want to confirm with His Majesty again, Don't forget, Your Majesty."

"..." Zhao Cong felt like he was going crazy.

Zhao Shiqi is really, really, knows how to please him too much, whether it is a good tone or a good complexion, all of them are his favorite.

When he was about to go crazy, Zhao Shiqi finally let go of his hand, and said with a slight smile: "Your Majesty, go and rest, you have to go to court tomorrow."

Zhao Cong was no longer able to take the initiative to think, and he relied entirely on what Zhao Shiqi said, and he answered. After hearing this, he asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I don't have to go to the meeting, it's okay. I'll finish that painting before I go to sleep."

"Okay." Zhao Cong walked out of the study as if stepping on a cloud, Zhao Shiqi also called Rantao and sent him to the inner room to rest.Rantao didn't notice anything strange, turned around and waited for Zhao Cong to sleep.

Zhao Cong came back to his senses after lying on the bed.If Xiao Shiyi didn't say the last sentence about giving marriage, he really thought that Xiao Shiyi was also having an affair with him!After all, he is born to like men, and he has this perception ability, not to mention that he is not bad at charm, even if Xiaoshi falls in love with him, even if it violates ethics, it is normal.

He can like his nephew, why can't his nephew like him?

He just said "a marriage", but he didn't know what Xiao Shiyi was going to do.

Telling him about Xie Wenrui and Gu Ci again, and holding onto his hand tightly, what are you going to do? !

Zhao Cong lifted the quilt to cover his head in annoyance, if Xiao Shiyi also likes him, then what should he do.

The phrase "My heart has also settled down" flashed in his ear again.

Who is Little Eleven's heart destined for?

If it is given to... him?

They are uncles and nephews, Zhao Cong was so annoyed that he even started biting his fingers.Feeling the pain in his heart, he got up, called Rantao in, and asked, "Has he gone back?"

"Your Majesty, Mr. Xiao Lang is still painting."

"If he goes back, bring the finished painting and don't tell him."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

About an hour later, Rantao came in softly and asked, "Your Majesty, are you asleep?"

"Not yet."

"Mr. Xiao Lang made two paintings." Ran Tao smiled and handed them to him. Zhao Cong sat up and spread the scrolls on the quilt.One is Zhao Shiqi's painting of him. Due to the short time, the painting is not too delicate, but it is him at a glance.

In the painting, he is holding a scroll in his hand, reading with his head down, and there is a smile on the corner of his mouth.Xiaoshi even painted a few strands of hair on his sideburns.

He looked at the other painting again, afraid that it was drawn on the spur of the moment, but the water, peach blossoms, boat and bridge were drawn very carefully.Especially the peach blossom protruding from the window on the boat.

With just a few strokes, the spirit of spring is fully revealed.

In particular, there is a sentence on the left side of the picture scroll: "Dream of Spring in the film, the sky in the south of the Yangtze River is vast."

Zhao Cong couldn't help sighing, he was still seen.

He looked at the painting, and Rantao packed up the scroll.

Zhao Cong continued to lie down, and he continued to bite his fingers, but no matter how painful the bite was, it couldn't stop the thoughts in his head.

Did Little Eleven do it on purpose?Next, what will Little Eleven do?

Did Little Eleven really disregard their identities as uncles and nephews?

Did Xiao Shiyi also notice his thoughts?

A few days ago, Little Eleven's weirdness seemed to have been explained. Did Little Eleven make a decision?

Xiaoshi is determined to respond to him?

Zhao Cong was worried and happy at the same time.

At the very least, Xiao Shishi seems to really have him in his heart.

As for the ghost relationship between uncle and nephew, Zhao Cong sighed, let's talk about it after waking up.

But he thought, if Xiao Shishi really had feelings for him, and didn't even care about the relationship between uncle and nephew, what would he do?

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The original text of this poem in the article——Southern Song Dynasty·Fan Chengda·"Recalling Qin'e Lou Yin Que":

The building is lacking.Lan Ganying lies on the moon in the east chamber.One day it was windy and dewy, and the apricot blossoms were like snow.

The smoke induces the leakage of Jinqiu's pharynx.The curtain is dim and the lights are knotted.Flower knot.During the filming of spring dreams, the sky in the south of the Yangtze River is broad.