debt repayment

"I have prepared sweet-scented osmanthus soup for you. It is warming in the pot. Get it quickly. I want to drink it."

"Yes, I'll go and get it now."

This warms the body and the stomach as well.Song Huiming loves this delicate and charming beauty so much, and laughs secretly that he doesn't know how his fate can change.

Cherish what you have at the moment.

Song Hui'an held the sweet-scented osmanthus soup and asked knowingly, "You won't enter the palace on your birthday, right?"

"Azhu, the prince's birthday is not worthy of a banquet in the palace. Some rewards from the palace are enough."

"You are easy to be satisfied," Song Hui'an squinted and smiled. In the past, General Song Huiming was defeated by General Song Huiming. At this time, he actually gave birth to childish satisfaction in gaining the upper hand in humiliation, and then said, "Next year, I will send another hundred or so monsters I'll give you a hot girl, okay?"

"How did those moths get into my eyes?" Song Huiming hugged him meaningfully, "I can only pretend to be His Highness with my eyes for the rest of my life."

"...Call Meng Lang nonsense again!"

Song Hui knew that he was too shy to hide, so he ignored his reddened ears.

"Your Highness, the 'private affairs' report is almost finished, and I should leave."

"Let's go now? Could it be that King Jian is an eagle who gets a bargain and runs away when he catches a rabbit? You come back to Ben Gong and leave later."

His Royal Highness has not had enough of such a big human cushion.This person came and went, and he hated the time when it was short. He felt itchy in his heart, and pinched a red mark on Song Huiming's wrist.

"Stay with me."

Song Huiming just smiled and said nothing.

The fake phoenix bird is so tender and insane, how could he not like it, but it's a pity that he is the phoenix tree that keeps the phoenix bird company.Nor is it the true phoenix tree that is willing to accompany you.

"Azhu, don't make trouble."

Song Hui'an also knew that he couldn't be alone for too long, so he whispered: "Okay, let's go."

But after Song Huiming's birthday, he went out of Beijing again, and was ordered to be ordered at a critical moment. The imperial edict came suddenly, and Song Huiming had no time to say goodbye to him, so he hurried out of Beijing, as if Changming had a serious case waiting for him to come in person.

Song Hui'an knew that it was the emperor's intention to leave the center of government affairs to him, and he couldn't help but feel impatient.

In my spare time, instead of thinking wildly, it is better to focus on external things, save a lot of love, and give a spring heart to the incomprehensible Qiuyan.

The sky is high and the clouds are far away, and there is no one to return to. Song Huiming often sends back some snacks and letters. The beautiful words written one stroke at a time, which cannot be revealed, are not as good as "I miss you and miss you" when we meet each other.

He often feels that Song Huiming is really a bastard, he has done a lot of ridiculous things, and even made him suffer from lovesickness.He had never been emotional before, how could he know that the feeling of waiting for the brocade book in the cloud is so worrying.Even if he doesn't see this person around, he will unconsciously think about Song Huiming's time when he eats and drinks tea every day.

When Song Huiming comes back, he will punish him severely.

But there is always a piece of jadeite embryo in the warehouse of the East Palace, which is smooth and elegant, with a little pink, green and bright red, very aura and lovely.Facing the jade embryo, Song Hui'an changed the drawing again and again, and called the old master of Yuchun Hall to prevent them from leaving.

He didn't even stare at the orchid chishanzi that was given to his grandmother a few years ago, because he was reluctant to fool that friend, and he didn't know when he would return. The emerald of the shape can be regarded as a thought in the heart.

No matter how arrogant and willful the temper is, it is softened by love.

The petals of the peonies are gradually revealed, the snow falls on the palace wall, the moon is empty, and Song Huiming still does not return.

He asked the adults in the former court to inquire about it. His Royal Highness Jianwang might not be able to come back for several years on New Year's Eve.

He hadn't seen him for more than half a year, and remembering the sweet half a year after New Year's Eve last year, he felt even more desolate and lonely now, seeing that jade peony, he couldn't help but sneer.

The old craftsman was very shrewd and knew that the jade in his hand could not be neglected, so he continued to carve it carefully. The prince did not dare to look at it even if he frowned or smiled, for fear that if his hands were not stable, he would be punished.

When the stems and leaves of the jade peony were as clear as life, Song Huiming came back with the spring breeze.

The man's eyes are the water of the spring pool, and his heroic appearance makes his heart skip a beat, and he doesn't even know that the hot tea in the cup scalds his hands.

"Azhu, I'm back."

Song Huiming traveled for more than half a year this time, with great achievements, and the emperor was very happy. He hosted a banquet in the palace to welcome the wind and wash away the dust for his beloved son. He served Song Hui'an and heard that his mausoleum was making progress.

After a while, Song Hui'an pinched someone's face.

"I've been outside for the past six months, has there been any dirt?"

Song Huiming said: "The husband's heart and mind are all about loving his wife, how can he see anything else."

"...Are you still leaving?"

Listening to his cautious question, Song Huiming smiled and said: "It depends on what the father wants, but I have been away for so long, so I have to rest in the middle of the capital. I probably won't leave before your birthday."

Song Hui'an's birthday was in the middle of summer, only one month earlier than Song Huiming's. Song Hui'an was delighted to hear that, and hummed, "Don't go back home on my birthday."

Song Huiming laughed and said, "Liu Chen spent the night in the inner palace, so let's not let people talk about it."

"It's not that you haven't stayed, you just said that you are talking with me about the country and the country. King Jian and the prince will never close the door to conspire against your father. What are you afraid of?"

Song Huiming smiled: "Azhu, it was clear that on New Year's Eve last year, you were still very cautious."

"What kind of shit to be afraid of talking with you bastard," Song Hui'an used vulgar words, blushed and cursed softly, and even took out a pair of scissors from under the pillow, "here, come here."

"Azhu, are you going to murder your husband?"

"You bastard," Song Hui'an scolded with a smile, "cut some strands of your hair, I'll keep it."

"You might as well sew a sachet in advance."

The two have learned the ancestral etiquette since they were young, knowing that this is a custom to commemorate the deceased couple.

Song Hui'an shook his hand.

"Nonsense, we... can't get on the stage. You are not married yet, so you can't talk about death."

He thought of his mausoleum, and said again: "Stop talking nonsense, maybe I still miss you, and secretly leave a grid in the underground palace for your hair after a hundred years."

Song Huiming bowed his head and kissed the back of his hand, so that Song Huian could not see the dark light in his eyes.

"My wife loves me, and I am naturally grateful."

He was used to saying the words of affection, and he hadn't seen them in half a year. Song Hui'an just couldn't get tired of hearing them, and his heart was very warm.

"Going back to the south now, can you bring me something?"

"Of course." Song Huiming took out a piece of simple clumsy jade.

It's jade, but it's better to say it's a piece of green and white broken stone, carved into the shape of two birds, and strung with red strings.

"What is this?"

"Yuanyang, it was Qixi Festival when I first arrived in the southern country. You are tired of looking at real gold and silver things. I picked a small folk ornament in the busy market, but it is rare among the piles of gold, silver and jade ornaments."

"You have a heart."

Seeing that Song Huiming rolled his eyes with a smile, Song Hui'an said again: "I won't lose to you."

Song Huiming raised his eyebrows: "Do you really want to send me a hundred flirtatious men and women?"

"Which year do you remember?" Song Hui'an slammed the pillow at him, "Come here, I'll make you talk nonsense!"

He thought he wanted to leave some surprises for Song Huiming, so he didn't mention the pot of emerald peony.Wait until that day to surprise him.

"On your birthday, come to the palace in the morning."

"Do what?"

"Take me out of the palace."

Song Huiming stared slightly, then smiled and said, "Where is the little house cat going?"

"Go to you. You can't enter the palace, I'll come out of the palace," Song Hui'an said confidently, "For 19 years, I even hunted in the hunting grounds in the palace...After the accident, my father forbade me to go out of the palace to play, to you That's all there, why, don't you welcome me?"

"How could that be?" Song Huiming had light in his eyes, "I'm afraid and honored."

The next day, Song Huiming was secretly sent away, and Song Huian went to see the old craftsman again.

"Your Highness, the jade carving will be completed in a few days."

Song Hui'an nodded, looking at the lifelike flowers, he felt happy, and only hoped that the boring days would go faster, so that he could return Song Huiming's sincerity as soon as possible.

After the welcome banquet, Song Huiming was busy handing over official duties and did not enter the palace for a few days. Song Hui'an was bored, drinking tea and admiring the flowers, looked up at Gong'e who was not far away, and suddenly said: "Come here."

Gong'e was terrified, and stepped forward in small steps, unable to kneel down.

"Raise your head and let Bengong take a look."

Little Gong'e showed her face.

Song Hui'an frowned, looked at the maids in the house, and asked in doubt: "Why are half of them unfamiliar faces? Are there a group of old people who returned home these days?"

Gong'e didn't answer.

"It's boring to be bored in the palace, Liansheng," he raised his hand, and was supported by Liansheng, "follow me to the imperial garden, and then go to greet the queen mother."

Liansheng was agitated and stopped him: "Your Highness, don't leave the palace."

Song Hui'an had never heard such words from his servants, and he was immediately displeased: "Where does this Palace want to go?"

"Your Highness has misunderstood. Some people in the palace have contracted a strange disease these few days, and they are being disinfected outside. Your Highness is too sick to go out. The emperor sent down an order to tell His Highness not to leave the East Palace, and wait a few days before going out." The illness is gone, and it will not be too late for His Highness to go anywhere."

When Song Hui'an heard that he was sick outside, he nodded and said, "That's fine."

One more illness is worse than one less. Although he was bored, he went back to the house obediently.

After a few days, because of the illness, Song Huiming didn't come, and the fifteenth mother couldn't see him either. He just felt impatient and called out, "Liansheng, go and ask, how is the illness outside? I'm really bored and panicked." gone."

There was no one around to answer.

Song Hui'an felt that something was wrong. Liansheng had been with him for so long and had never slacked off.

"Where's Mr. Lian?"

The little Gong'e said in a low voice: "Your Highness, slave, I don't know..."

Song Hui'an threw away the scissors for pruning flowers and plants, got up and said, "Forget it, I will go out and have a look by myself."

"Your Highness, no!"

Seeing the embarrassment on the ladies' faces, he felt even more annoyed.

"Get out of the way for Bengong!"

The maids were at a loss and could only watch him walk away.

Except for the newcomer, everything was as usual in the East Palace. He left the East Palace, and he did not see any signs of getting rid of illnesses and misfortunes in the palace.

"Where is the sedan chair?"

"Your Highness, the bearer is on leave, and there is no one to take over for the time being..."

"Then I will go on my own!"

Absurd to the extreme, he is a dignified prince, how often has he been neglected for food and clothing.

Donggong was exchanged blood, obviously something happened.