debt repayment

"Okay, you're playful again." Song Hui'an looked tired, and laughed when he saw the younger brother, bent down and picked him up, "Have you finished memorizing the book that Mr. asked you to memorize?"

"It's over, it's over," Shiwu felt guilty, afraid that he would continue to ask, and whispered to his brother, "Brother, Brother Dahuang didn't bring crispy bean cakes to the palace this time, you tell him, Shiwu wants to eat it gone."

"Why didn't you tell him yourself?"

"Brother is the crown prince, Brother Dahuang listens to my brother."

Song Hui'an frowned: "The little greedy cat eats sweets again? Do you want teeth?"

"Brother, you eat too," Fifteen felt aggrieved, "You obviously eat worse than Fifteen, why don't you have tooth decay?"

"Because my brother is an adult, tooth decay worms are afraid of adults." Song Hui'an patted his head, "How long have you been playing?"

"Just, just for a while."

"Really?"

"Ok!"

During the bickering, Song Hui'an had already carried him to Fengyi Palace.

Song Huiming saluted according to the ancestral system.

"I have seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"King Jian is free of courtesy," Song Hui'an put on another indifferent face, and said lightly, "I think it was Shiwu who messed around and wasted your time. Since I am here, Shiwu will leave with me. King Jian is tired from working outside. It’s been a few months, and I’m tired, so I’d better go back quickly to improve my self-cultivation. It’s not too late for King Jian to play with Shiwu again at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in a few days.”

"What His Royal Highness said is very true, I will leave now."

Watching King Jian go away, Shiwu, who was being held by the prince, still shouted with emotion: "Brother Dahuang, remember to bring crispy bean cakes to Shiwu—"

August [-]th, Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

This year's family banquet is very different from the past. The banquet ended early, and the royal family no longer enjoyed dance music together, but moved to the newly built folk street in the palace.

Because the princes and concubines did not go out of the palace for a long time and could not understand folk tastes, the emperor ordered the supervisor to dig the ground to divert water, and built a two-mile-long imitation street along the artificial river to relieve the worries of wives, concubines and children not being close to the people.

There are snack shops and Goulan theaters along the street, maids and eunuchs pretending to be tourists and vendors, actors in teaching workshops performing arts in pavilions, lamps running in the river, and Qing songs and films.At a glance, it really looks like a lively folk market.

Empresses, concubines, princes and grandchildren all changed their clothes and went out at night, carrying lanterns, scattered among the crowd.The servants on the street put in a lot of thought and used their native dialects one after another, which made people feel more real.

As soon as he entered the street, Song Huiming boarded a small boat by the river.The pipa girl lights a red candle, and the warm light shines on the blue waves through the tulle window.

The small boat has windows, which just cover a little of the people in the boat.Song Huiming told the boatman to row the oars slowly so that he could slowly look at the tall and beautiful figure on the side of the street.There were too many people at the family banquet just now, and because of his status, he couldn't go out of his way. Now there are only him and two servants on board, so he can look wherever he wants.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is sitting around the steaming frying pan, waiting for Thirteen Fresh Pan-fried Crispy Golden Balls to come out of the pan.

"Lang Jun," the pipa girl in the official family teaching workshop also made enough folk momentum, and did not address Jian Wang as "His Royal Highness", "I will play a song "Lantern Song" for you?"

"Play "Bamboo Lord"."

Mr. Zhu was originally a good son in the southern mythology of Changming. He raised eyebrows with his beloved wife and respected each other like a guest. Unexpectedly, his wife died early, and Mr. Zhu was exhausted, so he resigned from office and lived in seclusion in the bamboo forest.Zhu Jun misses his wife and becomes ill, and finally sees the soul of his dead wife on the Mid-Autumn Festival night.Lovers meet with tears in their eyes, melt into the green bamboo forest together, and never separate.

The story of Mr. Zhu is sincere and touching. Therefore, during the Mid-Autumn Festival in the south, the sad and sincere "Mr. Bamboo" is more popular than the cheerful "Lantern Song".

The boat sails, the song starts, the bright moon is in the sky, and the nose is drunk with osmanthus wine.

The boat moved slowly, and his sight was obscured by a lush vegetation.The people on the shore stopped and walked, holding the younger brother's hand, and tasted countless snacks along the way.Fifteen was greedy, so Song Hui'an carried a bunch of oil paper bags and followed him with a smile.

"Little greedy cat, don't run away!"

"Brother, brother, come with me to the bridge, let's go to the bridge to see the moon!"

The fifteenth company dragged and pulled Song Hui'an onto the arch bridge across the river.

The silver plate hangs high, with soft light.The two brothers stood on the bridge, the night wind murmured endlessly, and the shadows of the lights lingered. Only the blue and clear night sky and the silent moon were not stained by common dust, and it was surprisingly quiet.

The scattered and melodious sound of the pipa is getting closer.

"Brother, there is a boat below!"

The lotus lantern floated with the flowing water, and the lighted boat swung across the blue waves and came to the two of them from afar.Fifteen was lying on the side of the bridge, tiptoeing and looking down as hard as he could, his eyes shining brightly: "Brother, I want to row a boat too!"

Song Hui'an sighed: "It's up to you." So he asked Liansheng to bring a small boat.

"Qi'er, don't move around on the small boat, look at the moonlight here is quiet, can it remind you of the famous poems you have learned? Let my brother test you..."

He turned around, and there was no one around him.

Seeing the little shadow kneeling on the bow of the boat, about to reach out its claws to catch the lotus lantern on the water, Song Huian shouted fearfully: "Qi'er, don't mess around, be careful of drowning in the water!"

The boatman had quick eyes and quick hands, and brought His Highness Fifteen back.

Song Hui'an took a deep breath and twisted Shiwu's face.

"Brother, brother, Qi'er wants that lamp!"

"Then you don't know how to fish by yourself. Do you know water? What are you messing about?" Song Hui'an feared that his younger brother would grow wings and fly away as soon as he left him, so he held him in his arms, "No nonsense."

Fifteen acted like a baby: "Qi'er wants a lamp..."

Just as he was talking, a small boat of the same size sailed in. The two boats were parallel, and the sound of the pipa was endless. It was the boat of King Jiancai just now.

Song Huiming opened the bead curtain, looked to this side, and said with a smile, "Your Highness, what's the matter?"

"Brother Emperor, Brother Crown Prince won't let me play with lotus lanterns in the water. Good Brother Emperor, please get me one."

Song Huian was angry, frowned and stared at Song Huiming, warning him not to mess around.

Song Huiming smiled lightly and said, "What's so difficult about it? Wait a minute on the fifteenth." After saying that, he walked out of the small cabin and came to the bow.

He is tall and long, with long arms around him, and he dips his hands into the shallow water.The boat is moving and the water is flowing.A floating lamp flowed along the water, passed by his palm, and was held up by him.

The distance between the two boats was not more than an inch. Song Huiming stood up, stepped on the prince's boat with one foot, bent down, and held the water-stained lotus lantern in front of the two of them.

With a smile on his face, he said loudly: "No, take it. This lotus lantern is really cute. Would you like to take one too, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

Fifteen took the lotus lantern, and said sweetly: "Thank you, Brother Huang!" But Song Hui'an was silent and unhappy for a while.

Song Huiming had anticipated this situation early on, so he wouldn't really wait for his answer, so he just smiled and said: "Fifteen is fun, maybe one is not enough, why don't you get another one for him, Your Highness?"

"Broken paper lanterns are very strange. King Jian should not fool Fifteen into a wild child outside," Song Hui'an frowned, "Since King Jian has given Fifteen the lamp, hurry back to your own boat."

He is respected as a prince, under one person and above ten thousand people, except for the emperor, no one has ever dared to stand in front of him and bend down to look at him.

Song Huiming was originally an enemy with whom he had been at odds since he was a child. Although he had left the palace to build a mansion in the past two years, as the crown prince grew up, the two of them became more and more at odds with each other in private and stumbling each other.It happened that Song Huiming behaved frivolously just now, and immediately made him very angry.

Song Huiming said, "I'll go back after a while."

Song Hui'an raised his voice slightly: "Do you have anything else to do?"

Song Huiming smiled, and took out a bag of oiled paper from his bosom.

"The minister promised fifteen last time. When I entered the palace this time, I specially brought crispy bean cakes for His Highness, and I invite His Highness to taste it."

The familiar sweetness of bean paste and the aroma of pastry flowed into the nostrils. Shiwu hurriedly took the still warm oil-paper package, opened it, and saw that a dozen pieces of pastries with golden and crispy skins were sprinkled with white icing sugar and stacked neatly together.

"Thank you, Brother Dahuang!" Fifteen held the crispy bean cake in front of Song Hui'an as if offering a treasure, "Brother, you should try it first."

Song Hui'an raised his eyebrows: "It's ridiculous, when did I say that I want to eat this kind of folk snack?" Seeing his younger brother staring at him helplessly, he couldn't help sighing, picked up a piece of pastry, and put it in his mouth.

"Little greedy cat, don't come to your brother to cry about the pain if your tooth is really broken."

His Highness Fifteen's cheeks were puffed up, with a soft and glutinous bean cake wrapped in his mouth, he laughed.

Song Hui'an held the bean cake and watched him eat quietly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Huiming looking at him. His gaze seemed normal, with an indescribably strange look.

If there is nothing to be courteous about, nothing good will happen.

"The cakes have also been delivered, isn't King Jian coming back?"

"I haven't had fun with Shiwu for a long time, and I really can't bear to just quit like this."

What kind of bullshit is this?When did you really kiss my elder brother? !

Song Hui'an took a deep breath, because of fifteen, it's not easy to have a seizure.Fifteen pairs of two people, one driving away and the other looking for excuses to stay, were completely unaware of the atmosphere, and even said happily: "Okay, Brother Dahuang will accompany Fifteen before we go, it's still early, let's take a cruise and see The moon."

Ever since, Song Huiming went with the flow and boarded the prince's boat.

The boat was too small, Song Hui'an worried Song Huiming so much, he didn't bother to look at the bright moon and flowing water here, he just hugged Shiwu wholeheartedly so that he wouldn't jump and jump and hurt himself by mistake.

"Brother, you can eat it too." Fifteen perseveringly brought the remaining pieces of crispy bean cake to Song Hui'an's mouth, "It's still hot, if you don't eat it, it will be really cold. Brother Dahuang doesn't come into the palace every day , if you don’t eat now, you don’t know when you will have to wait.”

"Qi'er, be good, brother is full tonight. I won't bother you from now on, big brother. My brother asked the eunuch to go out of the palace to buy it for you."

"But, brother, last time, last time, last time, the crispy bean cake that the eunuch bought back didn't taste like this!"

"Hey, I'll be right next time."

Seeing that the prince was about to go crazy, Song Huiming smiled and said: "Your Highness, this cake is a secret cake made by the minister's chef, and it cannot be bought outside. If Your Highness likes it, why not invite someone into the palace."

When Song Hui'an heard that the cake was actually made by King Jian himself, he immediately refused: "King Jian has a heart, but this palace is not a luxurious and lustful person, so don't increase the palace's expenses just because of one person's needs. Knowing restraint, it is because he eats less and has freshness, so he has been thinking about it, and directly brought the cake maker into the palace, wouldn't his mouth get tired after two days of eating?"

"Good regards, Your Highness."