Funing Hall

Shangfeng didn't deliberately make things difficult, but Yi Yu's errand was personally arranged by His Majesty, who would dare to let him go back to his post at this time?

Yi Yu went to give gifts in private, but Shangfeng was not moved.

These days, my future is uncertain, I can't do everything I want to do, and I have to be careful and careful in everything. When I was most depressed and bored, such a big incident happened at home.No matter how calm Yi Yu was, he couldn't stay calm at this moment.

He is easy-going, no matter how impure his thoughts are, he still remembers his family after all.What's more, he painstakingly worked out all of this, thinking that he was right and that he was more family friendly.If the Yi family's lineage is separated from the merchant's status in his hands, he will be the hero of the whole family, and future generations will rely on him.

He must not let go of family affairs.

Thinking of his house being burned, His Majesty specially asked him to enter the palace to comfort him.After thinking about it for a long time, he entered the palace to see His Majesty.

Zhao Cong guessed why he came here, and when he explained the reason, he first expressed his regret and comforted Yi Yu.

Yi Yu was sure, thinking that this matter was feasible.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Cong said again: "I remembered this matter in my heart, and then I sent someone to Yangzhou to deal with it with Zhizhou. I must investigate this matter clearly. If someone did it deliberately, I will never forgive him lightly. The Yi family is well-known in the south of the Yangtze River, even I have heard of it, even the shops in Beijing, there are many from the Yi family, the Yi family is a model business, I will give an explanation."

"...Thank you, Your Majesty." Yi Yu could only respond, pondered for a while, and tried to speak again, "Your Majesty, it's just that I'm worried about my family..."

"I understand, oh." Zhao Cong sighed, "I also want to let you go back to Yangzhou, but you see, the Beijing-China affairs you are in charge of have just started, how can I leave you? But Master Yi, don't worry, I will take care of this Things will be dealt with to the end."

Yi Yu hurriedly said: "I don't have any other intentions, it's just—"

"You can rest assured." Zhao Cong said, laughing again, "It's only because of this technique, the whole Song Dynasty is only understood by Mr. Yi, and it cannot be separated from Mr. Yi!"

He said this with emotion, but Yi Yu felt that His Majesty had other meanings.

But no matter what, His Majesty, like Shangfeng, will not let him go back to Yangzhou.He was not reconciled, but there was nothing he could do, he didn't dare to speak any more to displease His Majesty, so he had to leave the palace in frustration.

Fortunately, His Majesty did send someone to Yangzhou to help him deal with this matter. Before leaving, he went to his home to inquire and took away his housekeeper.

This gave Yi Yu some comfort.

Once these things got interrupted, Yi Yu also forgot about going to the princess mansion again, and he didn't even have the energy to take care of his sister and Zhao Shiqi's affairs.While he was depressed, he also became more and more aware of his incompetence, and deeply felt the importance of rights and identities.

It's just that the more troublesome it is, the less he dares to act rashly.

For the first time, he regretted that he should not have returned to Kaifeng.

If he was still in Yangzhou, Xinzhizhou had him in charge, and he was watching over the family affairs, it would never have come to this point.He never thought that one day, he would want to go back to his hometown in Yangzhou so much.

During Yi Yu's trembling days, Zhao Cong's people rushed to Yangzhou one by one.

When Zhao Shiqi learned that Yi Yu stayed in Kaifeng, he felt a little pity in his heart.

Afterwards, Zhao Cong mentioned this person to him again, told him about Yi Yu's family, and commented: "The house was burned last time, and this time the merchant ship was robbed. Yu's character is really bad, otherwise why would you provoke others to target him like this?"

"against?"

Zhao Cong disdained: "Ordinary people, who is willing to spend such thoughts? Whether it is an opponent in business, or in the officialdom, it is always related to the poor character of others."

"Your Majesty will send him back to Yangzhou?"

"Of course not. After the scientific examination is over and there is a new candidate, I will re-appoint the magistrate of Baoying County. He didn't try his best to stay in Kaifeng Mansion, but he has fulfilled his wish." After finishing speaking, Zhao Cong bowed his head and continued. read a book.

Zhao Shiqi nodded, thinking in his heart that since His Majesty has taken over the matter, he will stop here.After all, His Majesty didn't like Yi Yu very much, so according to Yi Yu's tossing method, the word "death" would be inevitable in the future.

Instead, he started talking to Zhao Cong about Mid-Autumn Festival and birthdays.

The name of Zhao Cong's birthday ceremony was decided - Ruiqing Festival.

As Zhao Cong said, the festive characters are nothing more than that, Zhao Cong hardly cares about them, and leave them to the Ministry of Rites.This name was decided by Zhao Cong. In his previous life, Zhao Shiqi read Zhao Cong's handbook and knew that the first emperor originally wanted to name Zhao Cong "Rui". "The word "cong" was finally given to him.

No one else seemed to know about this matter, but Zhao Cong knew it and wrote it down, but Zhao Shiqi kept it in his heart.

Zhao Shiqi felt that "Rui" was also a good character, not as beautiful as "Cong", but it was auspicious enough, and it was a suitable name for a birthday gift.

After the name is decided, it is immediately advertised to the world.From now on, as long as Zhao Cong is still the emperor, every year Ruiqing Festival will have a three-day holiday, and the world will have fun together.

While advertising to the world, it is also necessary to inform the neighboring countries and all the places that have professed their vassals to the Song Dynasty.

Kaifeng Mansion is relatively close to Shangjing of the Liao Kingdom, and within two or three days of rushing, the news was received in the Liao Kingdom's imperial palace.The Empress Dowager of Liao snorted softly: "It's just a birthday, so what?"

Her brother said with a smile: "It's no different now than it was back then, who doesn't support Zhao Cong?"

These words just touched the Empress Dowager's heart, she said angrily: "Didn't you also eagerly please us back then?"

"After all, it was just back then."

The queen mother was even more angry: "It's all because Yeluqin is incompetent! You can't even negotiate a contract!"

"It's true that he's incompetent. It's also true that the Song Dynasty is strong. It's only natural that Wan Yanliang looks down on us. But you don't need to worry about it. Wan Yanliang is not a kind person. If you want to eat it, Zhao Cong will not have a good life in the future. .”

The Queen Mother disdained: "What's the point of this, dare to fight with us, and want the same thing as us? Tell me, Zhao Cong can really agree?"

"Then we have to read Yan Liang's skills."

"I hate Wanyan Liang so much, I wish I could shoot him dead with an arrow!" The Queen Mother slapped the table.

"Your Majesty, be careful. You killed him, and you feel comfortable. What should they do when the Jurchens call?"

The queen mother was not satisfied: "Could it be that we can't even beat a Jurchen?"

"Of course I can fight, but what about after the fight? Both sides will suffer, and Zhao Cong should take advantage of it behind him?"

"Then what do you mean?"

"I think, instead of falling out with Wan Yanliang, it's better to repair the relationship with them."

The queen mother was even more angry: "Some time ago, Wan Yanliang personally brought people to invade our country. I gave him so many cattle and sheep for nothing, and he went to please Zhao Cong in a blink of an eye. The real white-eyed wolf! Want me to make peace with him?"

Her elder brother reminded: "Your Majesty, don't forget that the adult prince is not dead yet."

The queen mother's eyes were fixed: "What do you mean?"

"In case someone joins forces with Wan Yanliang, what should you do?"

The mother clapped the table again: "My son is the emperor of Daliao! I am the queen mother of Daliao! Whoever dares to provoke our mother and son will make his life worse than death!"

Seeing her temper, her brother shook his head secretly, and tried to persuade her for a long time.In the end, he persuaded her to calm down, and sent a congratulatory letter to Zhao Cong, and then sent someone to Tokyo to deliver a birthday gift.

Other countries also sent gifts to Tokyo.

Zhao Cong, who was in Tokyo, hadn't confiscated it yet, Qiu Wei's results had been released, but the list hadn't been released yet, and the officials of the Court of Rites were still doing the final review.But the Mid-Autumn Festival has come, Zhao Cong did not intend to hold a banquet in the palace at first, but because of the fact that the Weijun Palace has been closed up to now, the clan has always been a little cautious recently, Zhao Cong finally held a banquet in the palace on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The palace was still the same palace, still dressed up like a moon palace, but everyone was a little absent-minded and a little frightened.

Halfway through the meal, Zhao Cong asked everyone to look at the light at the back, so as not to force a smile, they were uncomfortable, and he was uncomfortable watching it.

Zhao Cong sent Zhao Shiqi to accompany him at the back, while he took his younger sister back to Funing Hall.

Zhao Shiqi knew that he had something to say, so he didn't ask too much, and dutifully went to the back garden to accompany everyone to enjoy the moon.

Zhao Cong asked Zhao Zongning if his mind had changed.

Zhao Zongning shook his head: "Very good, I think Sun Zhuyun is very good."

"After my birthday, you will give me a definite answer. If it is confirmed, I will reward Sun Zhuyun with a house. If he really becomes a son-in-law, I can't call him too shabby. It's a pity that the Sun family has nothing left. "

"En." Although Zhao Zongning agreed, he was still a little listless, leaning against Zhao Cong and not speaking.

Zhao Cong persuaded: "Even if you get married, you are still my sister."

"I know……"

"Tomorrow I'm going to watch the Lantern Festival, you can bring him out to play together, and An Niang. The Lantern Festival is beautiful, be happy."

"I'll ask him."

Seeing his listless appearance, Zhao Cong said reluctantly, "If you really don't like it, brother will never force you."

"No, it's my own will!"

Zhao Cong hugged her shoulder comfortingly.

Zhao Zongning left the palace and went home before the palace banquet was over.

Zhao Cong stood in front of the window, looking up at the moon.Even though it was the night of the full moon, because of my sister, I felt a little sad.But counting it down, there is nothing to be sad about, everything is going well, and everything is going well.

He drank a few more glasses at the banquet and looked at the moon for a while. Before Zhao Shiqi came back from the back garden, he finally lay down on the bed and fell asleep without knowing it.

In the back garden, at about the same time, the clansmen bid farewell one by one.

Zhao Shiqi sent everyone away, and was about to return to Funing Palace, when Qian Yuemo, who also sent off the concubines and wives, stopped him: "Eleventh Lord."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Shiqi turned to look at her.

Qian Yuemo struggled for a while, and asked, "I wonder when His Majesty will decree the marriage?"

"I don't know yet."

"Oh." Qian Yuemo seemed relieved.

"But soon, about a month or two."

Qian Yuemo's anger rose again, but soon fell down again. She forced a smile and said to Zhao Shiqi: "I'm asking, I want to make some purses for the princess, so I can reward them when we get married." for human use."

These, Zhao Shiqi still know.When a woman gets married, she always has to make something with her own hands to reward others.But the daughter of a rich family is probably helped by a female envoy, Qian Yuemo is lucky, at least she is a concubine and the daughter of a prime minister, she even took the initiative to do these things for Zhao Zongning.

It's really pitiful.

Qian Yuemo herself didn't feel pitiful, instead she smiled more sincerely as she talked.

Zhao Shiqi had intentions in his words: "Would the princess be grateful to you?"

Qian Yuemo didn't understand, but still smiled: "It's all for the princess to relieve her worries." After Qian Yuemo finished speaking and wanted to leave, she suddenly turned around and said in a low voice, "I still remember that Eleven Lord was only 11 years old, and it was also the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it was also a palace banquet. ..." Qian Yuemo sighed, "Oh, everything is different after all."

With that said, Qian Yuemo looked up at the moon.

Zhao Shiqi couldn't help but also looked up, and couldn't help but said meaningfully: "The moon is just as silent."

Qian Yuemo didn't seem to understand the meaning of the words, just smiled, blessed, and walked away holding Piao Shu's hand.

Zhao Shiqi was still standing there, still looking up at the silent moon in the sky.

He unconsciously remembered that year, when Qian Yuemo stayed in Funing Hall, he was really desperate.Even though he didn't know it was despair at that time, when he stood in the courtyard of Funing Hall and looked at the moon in the sky, his heart was full of resentment.

He didn't understand at the time, but later he realized that in fact, at that time, he regarded Zhao Cong as his own.

Zhao Shiqi lowered his head, and walked back to Funing Hall in the same silence as the moon, recalling the Mid-Autumn Festival and Zhao Cong's birthday scene by scene in his mind.

After arriving at Funing Palace, Zhao Cong was already fast asleep, he stood beside the bed and couldn't bear to wake him up.

After standing for a while, he gently brought a pen, ink and paper, and drew Zhao Cong in his sleep on the low couch beside the bed.

Rantao walked around the window, was about to come in and ask him if he wanted some water, when he happened to see this scene.

There are only two candlesticks left in the inner room, and the silver-white moonlight outside the window interweaves and surrounds Zhao Shiqi who is sitting on the bed. This light has an inexplicable tenderness.

Rantao looked at it for a moment, then turned softly and walked out.