debt repayment

In the old days, the crispy bean cakes brought into the palace by Song Huiming were wrapped in oiled paper, but now the cakes are neatly stacked on porcelain plates with exquisite patterns, stained with royal aura, even to him, they are a bit strange The owner is arrogant.

Old things kill the heart.

Song Huiqi's heart and liver twitched, with mixed feelings, so he had to force a smile.

"Taste it quickly on the fifteenth day, it's still warm. The cook who made this pastry was the same cook in the palace when the emperor was king. The taste hasn't changed a bit over the years."

"...Thank you, Brother Huang, for your kindness."

He didn't even know how he escaped from the palace that day.Song Huiming didn't bother to send him out of the palace, but he was also savvy and quick to step down.

Walking to the palace gate, another eunuch chased after him: "His Royal Highness, please stay!"

The little eunuch holds a suspicious wooden box in his arms.

"What is this?"

"Your Highness, the younger one is working for Young Master Bi. That day in the Imperial Garden, Young Master betrayed you because of the rules of etiquette. Young Master knew that he had offended you, so please accept this cake as an apology."

"Your son's kindness, my king appreciates it."

"Your Highness, please accept it. My son is thin-skinned, so please don't apologize, and it's not easy for a young one to go back. Please accept it, Your Highness."

Song Huiqi asked the servant boy beside him to take the box.

"Thank you, son, for my king."

It's really strange that Mr. Bi is so courteous for nothing.Although he received the snacks, he dared not eat them.

As for whether the snack was sent by Mr. Bi, or Song Huiming sent it with ingredients to avoid future troubles, he dared not jump to conclusions.

When he arrived at the palace, he gave the snacks to the little servant boy.

The snacks sent by the concubine, if you don't eat them while they are fresh, they will be wasted.

The little waiter was only fourteen when he was a child, and eating dim sum was like a cat eating dried fish, his eyes were rounded with joy, and he shared the dim sum with the maid's sister happily.

The next day, Song Huiqi asked how the dessert was, and the little boy laughed and said, "Your Highness, the cake sent by the imperial concubine is really delicious. The bean paste and jujube paste fillings are ground as fine as mud, and the dumplings are sticky to the teeth. The lady also knows elegance, and it is delicious. Put a few freshly picked wintersweet in the wooden box."

He trotted all the way back to the house, carrying a bottle with fresh plums in his arms.

"Your Highness, the plum blossoms in the palace are really fragrant. You said that the villain grows them with water. Can you take them back to the palace to plant them?... Your Highness? Your Highness?"

Seeing Song Huiqi's face suddenly changed, he quickly put down the porcelain vase.

"Your Highness, are you sick? I'm going to call the doctor. If you are sick, I will report the matter to all the adults, so that Your Majesty will allow you to recuperate in Beijing before returning home."

"It's nothing, the king sprained his ankle just now, it doesn't hinder us from going back, let's go, let's go back."

"Your Highness, your carriage is stable, can you put this plum blossom in your carriage?"

"you put."

He couldn't bear to look at the few fragrant and delicate wintersweet, but a series of very distant conversations sounded in his ears.

"Brother, brother, Qi'er wants to eat jujube cake."

"Can you memorize the book taught by today's master? I will reward you with red bean paste cakes if you can memorize it."

"Qi'er still wants to go to the garden to play. I heard from the little eunuch that wintersweet is blooming!"

"Okay, okay, my brother will take you there when you recover from your illness these few days, your nose is still running, what should you do if you were froze after going out, you don't feel bad about yourself, but the queen mother still loves you..."

……

Looking at the winter plum still covered with morning dew, the corners of his mouth twitched, trying to squeeze back his tears.

"Husband, husband..."

The fool was shrouded in the tall and silent shadow of the man, and asked in a trembling voice: "Does my husband want a slave to serve my husband? Oh, husband, slave, I will beat your shoulders for you..."

Today is New Year's Eve, Song Huiming came to Cheng Bi to block him after the family banquet.After being left out for a long time, when Song Huiming thought of him again, he didn't know whether he was more happy or frightened.

At the family banquet, Song Huiming was drunk, and his eyes were squinted, which was not the same as when he was sober.

Song Huiming himself felt that he was unusually sober.

"Call 'Cheng Yuan' and let me hear it."

The fool didn't know what was wrong with him, he didn't dare to disobey, and stammered: "Success, Chengyuan..."

"No, the voice should be higher."

"Cheng, Chengyuan!"

Maybe the little fool can't speak loudly anymore, it's all crying.

Song Huiming still said: "No. Call again."

The fool really cried: "Chengyuan..."

There was silence above his head.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Huiming sighed and said, "Call me Husband."

The fool hurriedly said: "Husband, husband, husband!" At the same time, his black eyes lit up again, and he looked at him with tears in his eyes, forcing out a flattering smile—it was taught by Cheng Bi.

What a fool.

Maybe it was because he drank too much, Song Huiming's hands were a little disobedient, he took something out of his sleeve tremblingly, and threw it to him again.

"Give you something to play with."

It was the silver sachet.

As if a fool had picked up a hot potato, he withdrew his hands and let the sachet roll to the ground.

He was driven away by Song Huiming last time because of this thing. Song Huiming came to see him with this thing, and he was probably going to chop him up again.

"Husband, my husband spared this slave!" He pretended to kneel down and cried, "Don't beat this slave, I'm afraid..."

Seeing him like this, Song Huiming twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed out loud: "What? I reward you, don't you want it?"

He used to say that a fool will always suffer, and a fool knows this very well, so he cried even more, but Song Huiming just smiled and picked up the silver sachet.

"This is something left by my former wife. I gave it to you because I treasure you."

"My husband must be a noble person, slave, slave, how can a slave be worthy of this treasure..."

"Well, Ah Zhu is not quite the same as him. If you don't want it, then you don't want it," Song Huiming smiled indifferently, "Gong'e of Xiaogong said, you fell more than a dozen times in the palace, your legs and feet are bad, and no one is with you." You should move less. It's getting late, you go to rest, I'm leaving."

After that, he laughed and walked out the door staggeringly.Cheng Bi hurriedly supported him, and followed the eunuch holding the lamp to the bedroom.

Song Huiming was taller than a man, and it was very difficult to help him when he was drunk.Cheng Bi was used to it, and when he looked up, he saw Song Huiming's chest was deeply wet.

Cheng Bi took a closer look and turned pale with shock: "Your Majesty!"

Song Huiming laughed softly: "What's the matter?"

"Your chest, blood, blood..."

"It's nothing," Song Huiming pulled out a nail from his arms with a smile, and said in a hoarse voice amidst Cheng Bi's screams, blowing the cold wind on New Year's Eve, "I'm awake, don't be afraid. Tell Ah Zhu."

Don't tell that little fool that he nailed a sharp weapon into his flesh, so he dared to rely on pain to maintain his rationality to see him.

Just now when he saw the little fool, he wanted to tear his whining mouth apart several times, so he insisted on relying on the pain in his chest to hold his trembling hand.

He was far less chic and indifferent than in the eyes of the little fool.These days, he didn't even dare to visit the little fool at night.

"Has Ah Zhu ever mentioned me?"

When he talks in his sleep he begs you not to burn him and chop him up.

Cheng Bi thought how could he tell such a big truth, and said, "It never happened."

Song Huiming couldn't stop laughing.

"...Little heartless."

When the clouds and the moon are hazy, the silver frost is connected.Looking at the moonlight, he suddenly sang: "When the bright moon comes, it comforts my sorrow. When the breeze comes, it gives me joy..."

In March of Yangchun, the emperor drove out of Beijing and went straight down to the south of the Yangtze River.Yu Jia stayed in a famous Qing Dynasty sect for several days, and when the team returned to the capital, the ministers who stayed in the capital discovered that the emperor had not returned.

... Your Majesty has escaped into the fairy gate?

When the king is not in the court, the child is young and unable to supervise the country, and the prime minister governs the country.

"Immortal, if I cultivate so purely, can I really get rid of the evil fire in my heart?"

"Your Majesty is a human emperor and true dragon, and his Dao heart is different from that of ordinary people. Everything is created by nature and cannot be forced."

"You can't force it?" Song Huiming smiled, "My wife is waiting for me to return, so how can I not force her?"

He practiced in the Zongmen for half a year, but he couldn't survive the original sound of the Manchu Dynasty, so he had to return to Beijing to deal with government affairs. In his spare time, he went to palaces and temples, copied scriptures and chanted mantras, and had no intention of doing anything else.

There are rumors in the court that His Majesty is a demon.

Then some ministers wrote a letter, bluntly saying that the temple monks bewitched the real dragon and harmed the country and the country.

Song Huiming wanted to turn a deaf ear to it, but he found out the disaster again, so he immediately withdrew from the palace and used thunderous tactics to rectify the court, causing the blood of those involved to flow into rivers.

The emperor treats the people with tolerance, but the political law has become more stringent since then.Everyone in the Changming Dynasty feared its strict governance, and the prosperity of the whole country did not decline, which is a great achievement of the monarch.

Song Huiming excitedly ran to see the warlock.

"Can the fierceness on my body be reduced?"

The warlock shook his head.

Song Huiming's smile froze slightly.

"Still the same as before?"

"Your Majesty, it's even heavier."

"I have worked diligently and cared for the people all these years, why did I end up here?"

A sigh.

"Your Majesty, it's all good luck."

Floods in the south and cold in the north.The emperor opened his private treasury, allocated funds to comfort the people, promoted water conservancy, set up public schools, reduced and exempted taxes, and amnesty the world.

"Can my evil be eliminated?"

"Even more so than before."

Foreign enemies came to invade, and the emperor personally conquered, so he opened up the territory and expanded the territory to fill the national power.The right time, the right place, and the harmony of people, five or six years later, the son of heaven's merit is higher than that of the fifth generation, which has never been seen throughout the ages.

He knew that he had committed too many crimes on the battlefield, so he begged gods to worship Buddha, and even asked for pills to be taken orally.

"How much is my fierceness today?"

The warlock looked troubled.

"...Your Majesty, good fortune depends on the sky, there is no need to be obsessed with it."

"...why come here?"

The emperor was furious.

His achievements are now worthy of being famous in history, and he is proud of his age. Why has he not been able to achieve his wish?

Good fortune tricks people, good fortune tricks people.

The good fortune of shit!

He wants his wife to respect and love him, and not be afraid of him anymore, how difficult is it?

The evil fire in his heart suddenly rose, burning him all over.

Holding his sword, he rushed into Chengbi's palace.

"Monster, come out and die!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Don't hurt him!"

In a panic, the idiot who was laughing and becoming Bi Dou Mao just now was his opponent, he fled a few times, and was caught back.

"Husband, slave is wrong, slave is wrong, husband spared slave, woo woo, don't hit slave..."

With red eyes, he scolded angrily: "You know what a fart is wrong! You are so wrong, you shouldn't have appeared in front of me!"

The fool was so wronged that he cried so hard: "I'm wrong, I'm wrong!"

"You are really a monster!"

After finishing speaking, he was cut in half with a knife, and the blood spattered on the spot.

[The author has something to say: end this chapter in about three or five chapters]