Funing Hall

Zhao Cong nodded in satisfaction, looked at Zhao Shiqing again, and said: "I haven't seen Shiqing for a long time, I will come to the palace more often in the future, Xiaoshi misses you very much."

Zhao Shiqing was taken aback for a moment, like everyone else, she was startled by Zhao Cong's sudden words, at this moment Zhao Cong called her name.She couldn't react immediately, but it was the younger sister beside her who touched her, and she replied with a smile: "Yes, Shiqing thanked Your Majesty." His Majesty called her so affectionately, why would she bother to talk to her? Since your Majesty is born, you should also claim to be more intimate, although in fact she is really not familiar with His Majesty.

Zhao Cong said to Cheng Zhonghou's son-in-law again: "This is the first time I see Shi Qing's husband-in-law."

Zhao Shiqing's husband-in-law, Chengzhong Hou's son, surnamed Si Minglang, like most of the Marquis's family, never cared about court affairs.He was born well, and he had known Zhao Shiqing since he was a child. He was a real childhood sweetheart, and when they were old, the two became relatives.

By this time, the aristocratic family is no longer worthy of fear.

However, Zhao Cong felt that the children of many aristocratic families could use it, such as Xie Wenrui, and Si Lang in front of him, who was also Zhao Kelu's favorite student.Right now, books are expensive, there are still not many scholars, and there is very little state learning. Zhao Cong wants to develop state learning.A son of a cultured family like Si Lang is suitable for promoting and developing these things.

But Zhao Cong only thought about it in his heart. After all, this was only a preliminary idea, and the state school was not built just as he said.

Si Lang immediately stepped out and saluted, "Si Lang has seen Your Majesty!"

"Quickly please, you are Shi Qing's husband-in-law, so there is no need to be polite. I heard that you are a book reader, you can come to the palace often when you have time in the future, and you can discuss it with me."

Si Lang made a gesture of being flattered, and thanked again and again before returning to the ranks.

Zhao Cong was very satisfied. What he said was to let people know that as long as he had a good relationship with Zhao Shishi and listened to Zhao Cong's words, everything would be fruitful. He hoped that everyone present could understand this truth.

He looked at another non-Zhao family member present.

The Duke of Yan State.

"I may not have seen Lord Yan for a long time. When I was young, Lord Yan often came to the palace and taught me. I don't know if there is something wrong with what I said just now? I don't have much experience, and I am afraid of making mistakes." Zhao Cong said with a smile.

Sun Boxun bowed his head, what was said just now?

What is the surname of the Jiangshan just now?

Sun Boxun looked up at him.

Zhao Cong smiled at him.

Sun Boxun crossed his hands, placed them in front of his chest, bent over and said, "Every word of your majesty's words is true."

Zhao Cong made a look of relief, and said with a smile: "That's good, I'm relieved."

After Empress Dowager Sun left, Zhao Cong kept standing in front of the seat talking, holding Zhao Shishi's hand all the time.

Only Zhao Shishi knew that Zhao Cong's hands were shaking all the time.

The more Zhao Cong's hand trembled, the tighter he held it.

Zhao Cong's words were astonishing and shocked everyone present.

Only Zhao Shishi knew how scared Zhao Cong was.

He lowered his head and kept looking at his toes.

He didn't know that Zhao Cong was not afraid, Zhao Cong was not afraid at all.

Zhao Cong was excited. After enduring it for so long, he was finally able to show it. He was so excited.

He wished he could pick up a plate now and throw it at Sun Boxun's old face.

Fortunately, Sun Boxun, like the Queen Mother Sun, admitted defeat in a sensible way.

In this situation, who can't admit defeat?

It's not in vain that he worked so hard to pretend to be sick for so many days!It is to catch the opponent by surprise when the opponent is most relaxed and unprepared, so as to catch the opponent by surprise.

He did catch everyone by surprise.

Originally, everyone thought that after today's banquet, Empress Dowager Sun would overwhelm Zhao Cong again, but the situation changed suddenly!

Everyone was still a little confused, but what Zhao Cong said just now, one sentence after another, made the clan present fearful, but in the end they were full of excitement. Now everyone is thinking about Zhao Cong!

What Your Majesty said is that this country belongs to their Zhao family!

Who still remembers the name of Queen Mother Sun.

Only then did Zhao Cong turn to look at Zhao Shishi. He also took out the hands they were holding, and patted Zhao Shishi's head, saying, "You sit with Ningning, and the banquet is about to start now."

Zhao Shishi stared at Zhao Cong closely, without saying a word.

"Little idiot, go." Zhao Cong seemed to be in Funing Hall, not caring about the other people present, and then called Zhao Zongning at the door, "Come in, and bring your little eleventh nephew to a banquet."

Zhao Zongning walked in with a smile, stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao Shishi, and sat down with Zhao Shu'an.

Everyone saw that Zhao Cong relaxed, they were all shrewd people, and they also relaxed.

Zhao Cong picked up the teacup newly offered by Rantao on the table, and said with a smile, "Substitute tea for wine, let's start the banquet. Let's go to the back garden to enjoy the moon later."

"Your Majesty is wise!" Everyone clapped again.

This is when the feast really began.

This time, Qian Yuemo made a great contribution. Zhao Cong reached out to help Qian Yuemo, and personally helped her to the lower left and sat down.He knew what Qian Yuemo wanted, and he also needed such a concubine, each taking what they needed and cooperating perfectly.

Qian Yuemo looked at him, and both of them showed gentle smiles.

The people present witnessed together that Concubine Shu's position is finally stable.

Zhao Shishi sat beside Zhao Zongning, staring at Qian Yuemo.

Just now he was shocked by Zhao Cong, but he never really came back to his senses.

At this moment, I saw Zhao Cong smiling silently at Qian Yue, the smile was so affectionate, it was a completely different smile from the one when he smiled at him.

His hand touched the knife in his sleeve again.

"Come on, this is your sister An." Zhao Zongning suddenly pulled him closer.

He looked back dissatisfied, Zhao Zongning reached out and tapped his forehead: "What kind of eyes?"

Why do these two brothers and sisters like to touch people's foreheads!

Zhao Shixi bowed his head, suppressing the killing intent from the corners of his eyes.

"This is Sister An from the Wang Family of Hui County."

Zhao Shu'an smiled and said: "Don't force him." After she finished speaking, she looked around and said in a low voice, "I was afraid I might have frightened him."

"Hmph." Zhao Zongning said without fear, "I just want him to know! Being bullied, what's the use of being afraid? If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you should hit him directly!"

"You..." Zhao Shu'an shook his head.

However, Zhao Shiyi heard Zhao Zongning's words in his ears, and these words really appealed to him.

He thought of Zhao Cong's trembling hand just now, and Zhao Zongning probably taught him to say those words.

He couldn't help looking at Zhao Cong again, but Zhao Cong was talking to Qian Yue silently with a smile.

He lowered his head, pursed his lips, and continued to touch the knife.

Halfway through the meal, Zhao Zongning felt bored, so she went to the back garden to enjoy the moon first, she dragged Zhao Shu'an, asked a few cousins ​​who wanted to go, and brought the maids and maids to the back garden together.Before leaving, he didn't want to pull Zhao Shixi, Zhao Xiyi didn't want to go at all, he had to watch Zhao Cong and Qian Yuemo.

Zhao Cong said, "Go, go, play with your ninth aunt."

Qian Yuemo also smiled: "That's right, Mr. Xiao Lang, go, the moon is very round today."

Zhao Shishi looked at Qian Yuemo. Isn't it remarkable that there is a "month" in the name?

He turned around and followed Zhao Zongning.

Qian Yuemo looked back at Zhao Cong, and said in surprise: "Your Majesty, Mr. Xiao Lang seems to be a little dissatisfied with my concubine..."

Zhao Cong smiled: "He has such a strange temper."

"That's good." Qian Yuemo also laughed, but still felt that Xiao Langjun was very hostile to her.

When they walked out of the Kunning Palace, Zhao Shiting, no, Zhao Ting was still kneeling in the courtyard, and Fu Lu dutifully watched.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhao Ting raised his head to look at Zhao Shishi, his eyes almost did not bleed, and all that flew out were knives.

Zhao Shiyi had already forgotten Zhao Cong because of him, but now he thought of him again.

Zhao Cong actually changed his name directly!

He faced Zhao Ting and sneered again.

Zhao Ting wanted to jump up again, but it was a pity that he had been kneeling for a long time, his legs were weak, and he couldn't stand up at all.

Zhao Zongning snorted and said, "Fulu, watch him carefully! Look at him like this, he doesn't know how to repent at all!"

"Yes! Princess! Little one understands!"

Zhao Zongning smiled again: "Kneel for an hour, and bring him to the back garden to enjoy the moon together! After all, he is also a descendant of my Zhao family. Since it is a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, we must not lose him."

"Yes!"

However, Zhao Ting hated him so much that he lost his family and was punished to kneel in the courtyard of Kunning Palace in front of everyone!That's all, and he wants to enjoy the moon with those people?It is to put his face on the ground and step on it!

After Zhao Zongning finished speaking, he pulled Zhao Shishi into his arms and walked out. On the way, Zhao Zongning said to him again: "In the future, you must never be useless again. If others bully you, you just fight back!"

Zhao Shixi nodded in agreement.

"That's right, don't worry, call back! Brother and I will support you!"

"..." Zhao Shiyi bowed his head.

He never thought that there would be such a day that even Zhao Zongning would regard him as one of his own.

To enjoy the full moon, the back garden has been arranged, and many palace lanterns are hung on the trees.The scenery of the back garden was originally very good, but now under the reflection of the moonlight and palace lanterns, it really looks like a moon palace.

Zhao Zongning pointed to the high pavilion: "Anniang, let's go there, it's my brother's favorite pavilion."

"Okay." Zhao Shu'an nodded.

Zhao Zongning turned around and wanted to call Zhao Shishi, but Zhao Shishi refused to move again.

That was Zhao Cong's favorite pavilion, and he came to see this small pavilion almost every day in order to draw a picture of the pavilion for Zhao Cong.But at this moment, he didn't want to go there, and he had other things to do.

Zhao Zongning didn't force him either, she thought her elder brother was usually too careful about Zhao Shishi, Erlang is not a little lady, it's not good to raise him too delicately, she said to Ji Xiang: "You stay with him well, just walk around That's it."

"Yes." Ji Xiang and Ji Li saluted together.

Zhao Shiyi walked to the depths with auspiciousness and auspiciousness. There was a banyan tree beside the lake in the depths.The banyan tree is very old and has thick branches. He always likes to lean on it to paint.It's just that today, there are also lights hanging on the tree, and it looks a little different from the daytime.

He looked up and knew that he was going to climb a tree, so he bent down immediately, and he climbed up the branch stepping on his back.Ji Li also supported him and lifted him up.He found the branch he used to lean on and sat on it skillfully.

He had no intention of looking at the moon, but just looked out through the leaves, and happened to be able to see the bright lights in Kunning Palace.

It's a pity that Zhao Cong and Qian Yuemo couldn't be seen.

He shook his hanging legs, and Jixiang said from below: "Mr. Lang, be careful."

Zhao Shiyi lay back on the branch and finally looked up at the moon. His restless heart had finally calmed down a bit these days.Since Zhao Cong can come to the palace banquet, he should be fine, right?

He couldn't help but think of the situation when Zhao Cong reached out to him at the gate of the palace just now and said "come here".

Unbeknownst to himself, he raised the corner of his mouth.

However, he has other things to do.

It just so happened that the autumn wind was already cool, and Ji Xiang said again: "Young Lord! Let me go and get you a cloak? It's very cold!"

Zhao Shiyi didn't want it at all, but he had something to do, so he nodded.

Ji Xiang told Ji Li to stay with Xiao Langjun well, then turned around and left.

After the people left, Zhao Shishi called under the tree: "Auspicious."

"Xiao Langjun?" Ji Li looked up at him.

"You go to the gate of the Houyuan and wait. As soon as Zhao Shiting comes, drag him over!"

"Xiao Langjun, he changed his name, and now he is called Zhao Ting."

Zhao Shiyi frowned: "You idiot! Anyway, go and bring him here."

"If you are discovered, Xiao Langjun, you will be suspected." Ji Li said kindly.

Zhao Shiyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he said again: "He is about to kneel for an hour, and Fu Lu will definitely listen to the princess and send him on time. But with his current state, who is willing to send him in? At most Throw him at the gate of the back garden, you wait at the gate, just bring him."

Ji Li understood, and replied, "Yes!"

"Remember to choose the path to avoid the pavilion and the court ladies and eunuchs."

"Little know!"

Zhao Cong avenged him, and he should also avenge himself.

Furthermore, he had to avenge Zhao Cong.

Sure enough, as Zhao Shishi said, Fulu sent the eunuchs to send Zhao Ting to the back garden on time, and threw him directly at the gate of the back garden.

The cloth towel was still in Zhao Ting's mouth, the little eunuch pulled it out with a smile, and said with a smile: "Young Lord Shi, I will send you here!"

"You bunch of dogs—" Zhao Ting is the son of Concubine Xu, when did he suffer this kind of suffering in the palace?He opened his mouth to scold, but was stopped by the little eunuch: "Oh, Mr. Shi Lang, this is in the palace, not your palace. You should pay attention to what Mr. Xiao Lang says."

"A bunch of donkeys! You all helped Zhao Shiqi, and I am going to abolish you!"

The little eunuch is a member of the Palace of Funing, and he sneered and said, "Little Shiro, are you joking? How can you compare with our little lord? Our little lord, this is—" The little eunuch pointed to the moon in the sky, "And you, it's this." He then pointed to the weeds on the ground.

"Bastard!—" Zhao Ting continued to scold.

The little eunuch straightened his clothes, and said indifferently: "Come on, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore, you can watch the moon here! I'm going to talk to the official Fu!" He didn't bother to salute, turned around and walked out back garden.

Zhao Ting was angry and scared at the same time, suddenly there was no one here, he was relieved, and tears fell straight down.He still wanted to continue yelling, but a tall figure jumped out from the side, and before he could react, that person picked him up and was about to leave.Zhao Ting was about to scream, but the man picked up the cloth towel on the ground and stuffed it back into his mouth.

Ji Li carried Zhao Ting on his shoulders, walked down the path, went to the tree, and replied: "Young Lord! Someone brought it!"

Zhao Tingben was still in a daze, but when he heard "Xiao Langjun", he knew it was Zhao Shiqi!Although he couldn't see and didn't know where Zhao 11 was, he was struggling desperately, whimpering.

A strange voice came from the tree: "Throw him to the ground."

"Yes!" Ji Li really "threw" Zhao Ting to the ground.

The auspiciousness was strong, and Zhao Ting's body was so painful that he even twitched a little. At the same time as the twitching, he was also shocked, and Zhao Shiqi actually spoke! !Zhao Shiqi can actually talk! ! !

A voice came from the tree again: "Go to the intersection and watch. If Jixiang comes, stop him. If someone else comes, come and tell me immediately."

"Yes!" Ji Li walked out.

Zhao Ting struggled to get up from the ground, tore off the cloth towel from his mouth, looked up at a looming figure on the tree, and cursed: "Zhao Shishi, you motherfucker! Turtle! Turtle! You can't beat me, You just let that sickness—uh!"

Hearing him scolding Zhao Cong, Zhao Shiyi had been sitting leisurely, but immediately jumped down from the tree and kicked Zhao Ting's heart.When Zhao Ting wanted to scream again, he kicked Zhao Ting's back again, picked up the cloth towel from the ground, and stuffed it back into Zhao Ting's mouth. He pressed his knee against Zhao Ting's back , twisted Zhao Ting's hands backhanded, and sneered: "Do you want to die?"

He spoke again, and after he finished speaking, he twisted Zhao Ting's wrist severely, and only heard a crisp sound, Zhao Ting's wrist was dislocated.

Zhao Ting hadn't fully recovered from the shock that Zhao Shiyi could speak, but at this moment his wrist was dislocated again, he groaned in pain and his face was pale.Zhao Shishi let go of his hand, kicked him in the heart again like kicking Cuju, and kicked him back to his original position.

Zhao Ting was lying on the ground with blood overflowing from his mouth, and he couldn't struggle anymore.

Zhao Shishi stepped forward, stretched out his feet and turned his face away, looked down at Zhao Ting, and asked with a smile, "Is Mr. Shi Lang still happy now?"

Zhao Ting sobbed in pain.

Zhao Shishi grabbed his hair and made him look at him with the help of the lamp on the tree. He paused and said, "If you want to live, just shut up and be honest." Wipe off the blood from the corner of Ting's mouth, and I plan to do this first today.

Zhao Cong is coming soon, he has to make a quick decision.

He wiped the blood from Zhao Ting's mouth, pulled down his cuffs to cover his dislocated hands, and arranged his clothes, and was about to call Ji Li to send him back.

After waiting for him to finish all these, when he got up, Zhao Ting rushed towards him with all his strength.Zhao Shishi didn't realize that he still had energy, so he threw him suddenly, and he hit the ground with a muffled groan.

Zhao Ting hated poisoning him, so he stood up and stepped forward to kick him.

Zhao Shiyi immediately turned over, pressed Zhao Ting on the grass, and slapped Zhao Ting on the face again. Zhao Ting struggled and kept moving.It hurts so much, but I don't give up, it seems that I still have something to say.

Zhao Shiyi recalled that in his previous life, Zhao Ting was also like this, and he had to be stubborn before he died.It's tough!It's a pity, it's just stubborn!

He laughed, pulled off the cloth towel that blocked Zhao Ting, and said coldly, "Say it."

"Zhao Shiqi!! You've been lying to me! You've been lying to your father! You're lying to Daddy! You're lying to everyone!"

"I'm just lying to all of you, so what? You're stupid."

"I'm going to tell daddy to go!!"

Zhao Shiyi smiled: "Tell Zhao Congde? No matter if you tell others, who will believe it. Even if Zhao Congde knows, so what? He rushed into the palace to kill me?!"

"Zhao Shiqi! You are so thoughtful! Last time you entered the palace, you were drunk and angered us. You must have done it on purpose! You deliberately asked us to throw you into the back garden! You pretended to be pitiful and attracted Zhao Cong's sympathy—oh! Zhao Shishi slapped him again, threatening: "Call him Your Majesty."

Zhao Ting was dizzy from his beating, but he tried his best to focus his eyes and mocked: "Your Majesty? Zhao Shiqi! You are such a scheming person, you have fooled all of us, you to Zhao Cong—"

Zhao Shishi slapped him again, and said calmly, "Call him Your Majesty."

"Sick Zhao Cong!!!" Zhao Ting screamed recklessly.

The string called reason in Zhao Shishi's head broke immediately. He got up and stomped hard on Zhao Ting's heart, and Zhao Ting spit out more blood from his mouth.He pulled out his dagger from his sleeve, and bent over to stab Zhao Ting's thigh with a movement of his hand.

Zhao Ting vomited blood and said bitterly: "Zhao Cong protects you and pampers you so much. Since you insist on entering the palace, you may still miss his throne hahaha! If you know that you are lying to him, and that you even want to kill him, How should Zhao Cong treat you?! He might kill you first! He might hate you more than me!"

Zhao Shiyi's eyes froze, if Zhao Cong knew?

He won't let Zhao Cong know.

He stretched out his hand and stabbed Zhao Ting's leg vigorously, the blood overflowed and quickly stained Zhao Ting's clothes red, Zhao Ting's face was distorted in pain, and he stared at Zhao Shixi: "Zhao Shiqi, you are such a vicious person, you are not human! You are an evil ghost! You will not end well! You deserve to go to the [-]th floor of hell! No bodhisattva is willing to bless you! You evil ghost!"

Zhao Shishi sneered: "Do you want a knife in your heart too?"

Zhao Ting spat out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly laughed strangely, and then he screamed loudly with all his strength: "Zhao Shiqi killed someone!!!!"

The sound was so loud that it almost pierced Zhao Shishi's eardrums.

There was a series of footsteps in the distance.

Zhao Shishi didn't panic. He glanced at Zhao Ting again, sneered, held the knife in his backhand, stabbed his arm forcefully, and made a long cut.After the stabbing, he drew out the knife again, reached out to wipe the blood on his arm, and slapped his own face twice, and then wiped all the blood on his face.

All this was only a few breaths away, when Ji Li anxiously said "Little Lang, someone is coming from a distance", he happened to fall down on the grass, as if he was wrestling with Zhao Ting.

In the dark, with his back to the light of the palace lantern, he smiled at Zhao Ting.

Zhao Ting finally realized what fear was.

Zhao Shishi is so cruel to himself, he is really not human anymore.

The author has something to say: Qian Yuemo: It's cold [from Zhao Shishi's gaze].

Eleven Niang: Where is my knife?