Funing Hall

After being extremely exhausted, Zhao Cong had a good night's sleep.Even though the sky was bright, Fu Lu didn't tell him to get up.Rantao took the little maid to the Chongzheng Palace to ask for leave from the Taifu, the Taifu listened, and left without asking in detail cheerfully.

After the grand master was sent out of the palace by the eunuch, Rantao turned around and glanced at the main hall of Chongzheng Hall.

This place was originally supposed to be the place where His Majesty reviewed memorials, dealt with political affairs, and received ministers.But since His Majesty ascended the throne, apart from attending classes with the Taifu here, he has never seen other ministers except the Taifu.

She looked at it for a moment, then looked away and left.

That day should not be far away, she thought to herself.

Zhao Cong woke up at the end of the hour, he called Fulu, asked the hour, and laughed himself.

The end of Chen Shi is actually more than eight o'clock in the morning, but in this era, it is considered extremely late.

He was idly dressed and cleansed by the court ladies. Rantao mixed honey water for him, and he drank half of it, but he thought of Zhao Shishi in the side hall.

"Is Little Shishiro awake?"

"Not yet, Chaxi was guarding there. At the beginning of the morning, she opened the curtain and looked back."

"Don't hurt yourself anyway?" Zhao Cong put down the teacup, otherwise why would he wake up later than him?

"The imperial doctor said that there is no serious health problem. Don't worry, Your Majesty. It's just that Mr. Xiaolang is still young and drank too much alcohol, so he can't get used to it for a while." After Rantao finished speaking, he said, "When does Your Majesty plan to send him back? Prince Wei's mansion?"

"Wait until he wakes up."

Yesterday, when the whole family of Weijun Palace left the palace, no one mentioned this Zhao Shishi.Thinking about it, Zhao Cong felt sorry for him, but no one remembered him.

Rantao nodded: "Wei Jun Wang's Mansion must send people to the palace to pick him up today. After all, they were in a panic yesterday. I'm afraid everyone in their mansion is worried about Wei Jun Wang."

Zhao Cong thought, this is really hard to say.

King Wei Jun is a slippery head, he can shout, cry, and even faint when he talks, and he was so dizzy yesterday that he cheated Queen Mother Sun.Leaving his little transparent grandson in the palace, I wonder if he wants to trick him, the emperor again?In the end, he, King Wei, had a great time acting, and when he got angry, he got away instead, leaving him to fight against Queen Mother Sun.

Thinking like this, Zhao Cong stood up again, walked outside, and said as he walked, "I'm going to see him." After finishing watching, he hurriedly sent him away.

"Your Majesty! Your hair is still untied."

"It's okay."

Zhao Cong is the emperor, if it wasn't for the grand court meeting, his usual court clothes would be a red shirt with a round collar.In this dynasty, there are regulations on the color of clothing. Only the emperor can wear colors such as vermilion and scarlet.After Zhao Cong ascended the throne, Empress Dowager Sun also wanted to wear red, so the regulations were changed so that, in addition to the emperor, empress dowager and princess, men above the prince and princesses could also wear it.

Having said that, the only ones who often wear red are Zhao Cong and Princess Baoning.

What Empress Dowager Sun wants is just a form, and she actually wears very little.Zhao Cong often wears it, firstly because the clothes made for him in the palace are mainly red, and secondly, it suits him too.Princess Baoning wears a lot, just because she likes it, and Zhao Cong pampers her.

Zhao Cong didn't go to court and didn't wear court clothes, but his regular clothes were mostly red.Wearing a gown made of vermilion four-way gauze, he crossed the threshold and walked towards the side hall.The four-way twist is soft and floating, very suitable for summer.Just in time for a gust of wind, his loose black hair, the corners of his clothes, and his sleeves were slightly blown up, and the little maid who came from a distance holding the breakfast couldn't help but stare blankly again.

Zhao Cong turned around and smiled at them amusedly, and walked faster.

Rantao hurriedly chased after him, and said to the little maid: "Put it on the table first." She chased after Zhao Cong.

Funing Hall is his home, and he can do whatever he wants at home.

Zhao Cong usually wears it out in the palace, but today he is going to meet outsiders, even though he is only his junior, Rantao still thinks it is better to wear it up.But His Majesty slept well, and when he woke up, his strength was also good, and his steps were big, and it was too late for her to persuade him.

Seeing Zhao Cong walk in suddenly, Chaxi saluted happily and said, "Your Majesty is coming!"

Zhao Cong smiled at her.

Chaxi couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty looks really good today!"

Rantao frowned, and was about to reprimand him.

Zhao Cong laughed "haha": "Sweet mouth, reward!"

Rantao shook his head helplessly, and answered "Yes".

Cha Xi was more active: "Your Majesty is here to see Mr. Eleventh, right? He hasn't woken up yet, and the maid just went to see him again."

"It's time to wake up after sleeping until now, and it won't be good for the body if we continue to sleep." Zhao Cong just wanted to wake up the kid and send him away.That kid is pitiful, but his Palace of Funing is not a shelter, it is enough for a poor man like Zhao Cong to be trapped here.

Zhao Cong strode into the inner room, and before Cha Xi could lift the curtain for him, he had already opened the curtain and walked deeper.Walking to the bed, he stretched out his big hand and lifted the curtain directly.The young man who really surprised him yesterday still hasn't woken up.

The sleeping position was exactly the same as when he left yesterday.

Chaxi and Rantao took the curtain from his hands, separated the two sides, and hung them on the hooks.

His Majesty Ran Tao knew that he wanted to wake up Mr. Xiao Lang, and she was about to do it for him.

Zhao Cong has reached out to push Zhao Shishi: "Wake up."

The person on the bed remained motionless.

Zhao Cong pushed him again: "Wake up quickly."

This was the first time Rantao saw their Majesty calling someone to stand up, she said softly: "Your Majesty, maidservant, please come?"

As soon as her words fell, the person on the bed opened his eyes.

Little by little his eyes appeared in Zhao Cong's eyes, and Zhao Cong still maintained a bent posture, and even his palms were still pressed against the red brocade mandarin duck quilt.

Zhao Cong looked at the eyes in front of him, but was suddenly disappointed.

These eyes did not have the radiance he had imagined, but instead were a pool of stagnant water.

Zhao Shishi's eyes were dark and heavy, staring straight at him.

After the disappointment, Zhao Cong breathed a sigh of relief.Among Zhao's royal family, he is enough, so what do we need so many smart people?His throne is so precarious, is it possible that someone smarter will come to grab his throne?Zhao Cong was a teacher at the Film Academy at the beginning, and he studied people's eyes seriously.The moment he saw Zhao Shishi's eyes, apart from disappointment, there was also a hint of clarity.

This Zhao Shishi was probably a real fool, that's why he was bullied like that by his brothers, and he was so transparent that even his own father and grandfather didn't remember him.He has a smart face, but he is an idiot.

Zhao Cong is a person who pretends to be stupid all the time, so he couldn't help feeling sympathetic. He simply sat by the bed and asked Zhao Shishi with a smile, "Did you sleep well?"

Zhao Shishi was also as he thought, still lying quietly, looking up at him, without saying a word.

"I am your seventh uncle." Zhao Cong ranked seventh in this generation.

Zhao Shixi blinked his eyes, but still didn't speak.

Rantao was extremely intelligent, and she also saw the clue, she said softly: "Your Majesty, let me wait for the little man to get up first?"

Zhao Cong nodded and waved his hand.

Ran Tao stepped forward to help him up, but Zhao Shiyi shrank back into the bed suddenly.

Seeing this move, Zhao Cong was inexplicably distressed.Although his life in this palace was not satisfactory, Empress Dowager Sun never dared to be harsh on him in other places.Not to mention that when the first emperor was still there, he lived a decent life, and no one dared to bully him except for being stared at from all directions.

Only people who are often bullied will make these actions subconsciously.

Zhao Cong, who had already stood up, sat down on the bed again. He stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Shishi, and said in a slow voice: "This sister is my personal female officer, and she will not bully you. Get up and eat something delicious, morning There are white jade cold rice cakes in the meal, dipped in nectar to eat, it is very delicious."

He coaxed very well.

Ran Tao heard it, but laughed again, His Majesty was still a child, so he went to coax another child.But she also said along the way: "Yes, Xiao Langjun, you listen to your Majesty, and the servant girl will cook something delicious for you."

Zhao Shishi turned a deaf ear to it.

Zhao Cong coaxed him for a while, but Zhao Shishi still didn't respond.

Zhao Cong's temperament was cultivated, so he was not in a hurry, besides, he felt that Zhao Shiyi was pitiful at this time, so he simply said to Rantao, "Go outside and wait."

"Your Majesty—" Rantao hesitated.

"Go, this child is very difficult to coax."

Seeing that Zhao Cong was in high spirits, Rantao finally called him Chaxi and saluted, "The servant girls are waiting outside the curtain."

The curtain moved lightly, the summer wind blew lightly, only Zhao Cong and Zhao 11 were left in the inner room.

Zhao Cong looked back at him again, and sure enough, the child's tense face gradually relaxed.

He asked again, "How old are you?"

"Why don't you talk? Is it because you don't like to talk when you're young?"

"What's your name?" Zhao Cong asked knowingly, "Your family's generation has reached the 'world', and you, what's your name?"

After these words, Zhao Shishi seemed to gradually lower his guard against him, and leaned closer to him again.

Zhao Cong simply stretched out his hand: "Can you write? Write your name on the palm of my hand."

Zhao Shixi remained silent.

Just when Zhao Cong thought he would not take any action, Zhao Shixi stretched out his right hand from the quilt. After hesitating for a while, he wrote the word "碂" stroke by stroke on the palm of Zhao Cong's left hand.

Zhao Cong pretended not to see it, and said as if he didn't understand it: "I didn't understand it. What is the word?"

Zhao Shishi's pupils moved, but he was still looking at him.But Zhao Cong seemed to see dissatisfaction in his eyes, Zhao Cong was secretly happy, teasing children has its own fun, and he is planning to continue teasing.

Rantao suddenly opened the curtain and walked in, hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, the princess is here!"

"Why did you suddenly enter the palace? There is no one to send a message, where is the person?"

"elder brother!"

Before Rantao had time to reply, an exceptionally lively and crisp girlish voice sounded from outside the curtain.

The curtain swayed again, and a young lady walked into the inner room, bringing the brightness of the room.She has not yet reached the hairpin, her hair is not tied into a bun, but combed into double snails, she wears golden pearl flowers inlaid with red treasures, and a flower tin is pasted on her forehead.This dynasty was still Qing and elegant, and women liked to choose elegant colors in their clothes, and most of their clothes were narrow-sleeved double-breasted long gowns.

This little lady is dressed in red, with a short jacket with wide sleeves and cross collar, and eight long skirts. A tea-white shawl embroidered with hibiscus is wrapped around her shoulders, and the cuffs and skirt are bordered with gold thread.Her clothes are also made of four-woven twisted material, all the way in, the corners of the skirt are fluttering, and there are several golden lights flowing out.She also wore many gold bracelets on her wrists, and there were bells on them, and the golden bells jingled, which was pleasant to listen to.

She is Zhao Cong's only sister, Princess Baoning, Zhao Zongning.

As soon as Zhao Cong saw his girl, he could get better even if he was in a bad mood, not to mention that he was already very happy at the moment.

His sister is not at all like the aristocratic women of this dynasty, she is not quiet and elegant, and she likes to whip a whip, but he likes such a girl very much.No matter when, no matter which life, girls have a hard time.He can have a younger sister in this life, and the younger sister is so cute and beautiful, and he is still the emperor, so he doesn't mind holding her up to the sky at all.

In case the temper is too bad, no one wants it?

Is his sister afraid that no one will want her?Even if his younger sister wants to raise a face, he not only agrees with both hands, but will also help her find a handsome husband, of all types.

"Brother!" Zhao Zongning came in, saw him, and called out again. She smiled sweetly, reaching Zhao Cong's heart, and her voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate, "When I woke up in the morning, I heard It's a big joke! I heard that Uncle Weijun was in the palace yesterday, and Sun Xiaoyu was so angry that he fainted! But I was so happy! It is said that the old godly Empress Dowager Sun will send her personal maid to accompany Yan Guogong Go to Uncle Wang's house to make amends! As soon as I got the news, I hurried into the palace!"

Zhao Cong was helpless: "Even if this is my palace, you can't call the queen mother like that, that's the queen mother, and you are the princess."

"Hey, isn't that an old godmother, why don't people say it? Besides, I'm the princess, isn't it just to have a good time? I can do whatever I want, and I can say whatever I want. But brother, you told me." Zhao Zongning looked behind Zhao Cong again, and asked curiously, "Is this the poor little grandson in Uncle Wei's family?"

It seems that after one night of dissemination, everyone in Beijing already knew what happened yesterday, and Zhao Cong expressed his satisfaction.

However, Zhao Zongning walked to the bed, looked down at Zhao Shishi, and said, "Sure enough, he's as silly as the rumors say."

"Ning Ning!" Zhao Cong called her nickname in displeasure.

"Huh?" Zhao Zongning looked up at him.

"Don't be rude."

Although Zhao Zongning was arrogant, he also knew that he shouldn't say rude things to innocent people, so she said obediently: "Okay, I said the wrong thing, brother don't be angry." She put her hand on Zhao Cong's left arm.

Zhao Cong's hand that was still on the quilt was pulled up by her, and his palm also left Zhao Shishi's fingers.

Zhao Shishi's fingertips lost the source of temperature, and he looked up at Zhao Zongning.

Zhao Zongning also looked at him: "You know me?" She laughed again, "Speaking of which, I saw you once in your palace from afar, do you remember me? You are about my age, right? But you have to call me aunt!"

Zhao Cong was really afraid that she would say something again, Zhao Shishi was a pitiful child, Zhao Zongning was always willful.He simply stood up and said to her: "You and I go out and talk."

Zhao Zongning nodded: "I also have something important to say to my brother!"

Zhao Cong turned around and glanced at Zhao Shishi, and said with a smile, "Just keep lying down. Whenever you want to get up and don't like to talk, you can ring the bell on the bedside." After Zhao Cong finished speaking, he stood up.Ben was sitting, the hair scattered on the red brocade quilt, and his clothes left the quilt.

His hair gently stroked the back of Zhao Shishi's hand.

Zhao Cong walked out with Zhao Zongning.

Before leaving, Zhao Cong looked back at him again, and said with a smile: "I know, your name is Zhao Shiqi." After saying that, he turned around with a smile and left, leaving behind only a particularly beautiful but thin back.

Only Zhao Zongning still looked back curiously at Zhao Shiyi several times.

Zhao Shiqi retracted the quilt again with the somewhat lonely hand on his face.

He thought that the 13-year-old Zhao Zongning was as arrogant and indulgent as the 31-year-old her in her previous life.

The author has something to say: titles, folk customs, etc., including the name, purpose, and location of the palace, are basically based on the Northern Song Dynasty. Due to the requirements of the plot, some places will be adjusted.

A more interesting thing is that the emperors of the Song and Song Dynasties almost never wore dragon robes. The court clothes they often wore were the red round-neck robes of Zhao Cong on the cover.When history books mention the clothes of the emperors of the Song Dynasty, there are light yellow and ochre-yellow robes, but judging from the few portraits that have survived, even if it is yellow, it is a solid color, and there is no dragon on it.

In addition to court clothes and ordinary clothes, there are also mian clothes and Tongtian crown clothes that are more common. For very large occasions, such as ascending the throne and offering sacrifices to heaven and earth ancestral temples, mian clothes will be worn.In the case of the Tongtian Crown Clothes, the emperor would wear the Tongtian Crown Clothes in the grand court meeting mentioned at the beginning of the article.Judging from the current portraits of the Mianfu and Tongtianguanfu, they don't look like dragons at all.

They really never wear dragon robes, which is the only one in history.

Because this chapter happened to be about clothes, I said something haha.

Don't worry, there will be many scenes after Xiao Gongjun~