The Way of the Consort

Seeing him crying, Chen Xing was so frightened that he quickly brought a handkerchief, and wiped his tears distressedly, cursing at the same time: "That crazy prince! If you insist on being the princess' consort, we will do it too. Isn't he satisfied? The last time I went to Guizhou, I used you and framed you! This time I will send someone to monitor you! He must be sick! How could there be such a person! It’s too much! It’s too much!”

Ji Zhao cried even more sadly. He thought he was numb, but he didn't expect to be able to cry.

"Don't be sad, don't be sad..." Chen Xing felt more distressed, and his hands were more careful, "Don't cry, it's not worth it for that kind of sick person! Hmph! If he dares to put spies by your side, we'll stop crying later! Tell your majesty and the princess to go! Let them all know that the prince is a double-faced person!"

Ji Zhao shook his head, no, no, he didn't cry because of this, but why was he crying?

He didn't know, but more tears poured out.

"Don't cry..." Seeing that the tears could not be wiped away, Chen Xing stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him, not knowing what to do. Ji Zhao buried his face in Chen Xing's arms and cried hard played a game.

This day was also a toss, toss until now, the sky was dark, Ji Zhao was physically and mentally exhausted, after crying, with tears on his face, he fell asleep while lying in Chen Xing's arms.Chen Xing carefully removed his head, Yin Ming had already placed the pillow and spread the bedding, Chen Xing placed him on the couch, and went to twist a warm wet handkerchief to wipe him gently. Face, wipe hands.

Ji Zhao's face was dry from crying, it was already July, Jinling City started to get cold sooner or later from the end of July, and the sky gradually became dry.Chen Xing brought a small jar of enamel inlaid with shells, dug out the balm and wiped his face, and after everything was ready, he checked the quilt again.

The two of them blew out several lamps, leaving only one small lamp in the room, and the two of them left the inner room one after another.

Standing on the porch, the two of them watched the moonlight like water in the courtyard, and they were silent together.

After being silent for a while, Chen Xing first said: "I can't figure it out a little bit. If the prince arranges spies in our house, the four people from Coke would make sense. After all, they were sent by the prince, and the two of us have been on guard all the time." The four of them. But Master Du and Master Xiao Liu, weren’t they sent by the Huizhou merchant? The prince is so powerful that he can send people here through others?”

Yin Ming frowned: "I'm also thinking about this, other things are easy to talk about, but I really can't figure out this point, or that Hui merchant colluded with the prince?"

"Hmph!" Chen Xing got angry and cursed, "He's not a good person anyway! I thought he was a good person before!"

"The letters that our lord wrote to him were never actually sent to him, and they were all intercepted. Our lord is a son-in-law, a marquis. Think about it, who would have the guts to intercept our lord's letters? "

Chen Xing wanted to scold even more: "Sure enough, they belong to the same group! Both of them are insane! Our husband treats him so well, and he just repays our husband like this?! Liar! It is a waste of our husband's sincerity! Besides, the prince That insane person, it’s fine to arrange so many spies, to harm our lord like that, to pick loquat leaves for him, and to bleed so much... Coughing him to death—”

Yin Ming covered his mouth: "Your mouth is unforgiving, who knows how many spies are there in the dark? If you listen, report it to that person, it's another crime. You keep the door open with your mouth." .”

Chen Xing reluctantly shut up, but still scolded those two people in his heart countless times.

Zongzhen has been in Yanfu Palace since noon. Zhang Yifei was finally able to enter the palace today to meet him. He was crying while hugging Emperor Renzong. Zongzhen didn't want to go. Hearing about this, he went there immediately. He was afraid that his father would The emperor's heart is about to be softened by Zhang Yifei's crying. All Zhang Yifei's income in Zizhou has been confiscated. This time he is definitely here to ask for money. He is shameless anyway. Excellent work.

Sure enough, when he arrived, the father was almost coaxed to give Zhang Yifei an official position again, and he stopped the matter before he interrupted it.

He has been in poor health since he was a child, and rarely sees people, including his own uncle. He has a cold face, eyes like knives, and is very scary. Zhang Yifei is a little afraid of him.Looking at His Majesty's unbearable face again, Zhang Yifei calmed down and continued to cry about the difficulties at home and the coldness of the family. Zong Zhen said directly: "Then uncle, why not just sell the house and change it to a smaller one, so that there is money to turn around?" , the gate has become smaller, so it must not be so cold."

Zhang Yifei choked on him.

Zongzhen seemed to be telling the truth, and said to Renzong: "Father, why don't I give a house to my uncles? It is one of the houses that my mother lived in back then. The one my mother has always loved is not far outside the city. I see that the place where my uncles live has been unoccupied for a long time. I'm afraid it's not good Feng Shui. I'll sell it and live in a smaller place. It's also quiet, and I can enjoy the blessing of my mother. It's convenient. A few cousins ​​settled down to study, but I still look forward to my cousins ​​being named in the gold list, which is also the wish of the queen mother."

Emperor Renzong felt that his son's words were very reasonable, and almost agreed. Zhang Yifei was so frightened that he dared not use the empress's house. Just kidding, their current Zhang's mansion is also one of the most famous residences in Beijing!Besides, what kind of books are those boys at home reading!

Zhang Yifei originally planned to sell it again, but when he looked up and saw the unsmiling and stern eyebrows of the prince's nephew, he didn't dare to say anything, and finally left in despair.

Zong Zhen sneered in his heart, but he knew that they would come to beg his father again.

Renzong said a few more words of emotion, and asked him for confirmation: "I heard that you plan to postpone Miss Qin's entry into the palace?"

"Yes, her aunt just passed away, and I heard that her aunt has a very good relationship with her, so let her stay at home and wait for a full year before we can talk about it."

"Alright. It's just—" Renzong looked at him, "Father feels that there must always be a woman in the palace, and someone must show up for normal palace affairs, otherwise you will have to wait another year and have your sister enter the palace again." Come on, why don't you mention the status of Liang Di in your palace?"

For some reason, the scene of Ji Zhao and Zhou Liangdi talking and laughing under the fireworks that night flashed before Zongzhen's eyes, and his complexion instantly became unsightly. Emperor Renzong was a little dazed when he saw it. The emperor, or, just point a princess into the palace."

After Renzong was stunned, he was overjoyed: "You already have someone in mind?"

"It's not someone I like, it's just that my son thinks she's suitable."

"Who is it?!" Renzong was very curious.

"Tell Father Emperor later."

Ren Zonglang laughed out loud: "Let's hide it from my father, okay, okay! My father is waiting! You have to tell my father earlier, my father has a lot of things to reward, and it's all your mother." It was prepared for you brothers and sisters back then, your sister's share has already been given away, but you... Father also hopes that you have a caring person like your sister, the son-in-law is a good boy..."

Renzong was talking, and then he talked about the son-in-law. He really thought the son-in-law was good, but it was a pity: "It's just that the two of them have been married for a year, and there is no good news for you. Alas, it's good, you You're still young, it's not safe to conceive a child too early, your mother gave birth to you back then, and it's the root cause of the disease, alas..."

Zong Zhen comforted him before returning to his East Palace.

On the way, he thought about the regretful things about his father. It had been a long time since he was on the mountain last time. According to his observation, Ji Zhao would stay at the princess mansion at least four times a month. Could it be that the two haven't consummated their marriage yet?

Another strange thought popped up in my heart——it would be fine if I didn't consummate the house all the time.

Zong Zhen paused in place, thought for a while, then shook his head secretly, why would he have such thoughts?Or, is he just feeling sorry for his sister?After all, the younger sister has a sweetheart, and he and her father forced her to marry Ji Zhao, and besides, it is too difficult for a woman to have children.

Yes, that's right, he nodded secretly again.

Bao Qing and Cheng Shen, who were watching by the side, were puzzled.

Back in the East Palace, when he "received" Ji Zhao's letter, His Royal Highness looked very pretty. He didn't rush to read it. He first asked Ji Zhao what happened in the afternoon. He knew that Ji Zhao invited Zongyan and Qin Wen to dinner today, but Later, Zongyan was called back by him on the grounds of reward, and he went to Yanfu Hall without hearing the following.

Now knowing that Zong Yan didn't go to Ji Zhao's house after returning home, he felt much more at ease.

He also heard that Ji Zhao sent the drunk Qin Wen home, he felt a little uncomfortable, and sneered inwardly, how much older is Qin Wen than Ji Zhao?It's really embarrassing, asking the son-in-law to take him home in person, it's really a big face.

I also heard that after seeing off Qin Wen, the son-in-law went to the princess' mansion to stay for another two hours.

His Royal Highness the Prince began to be expressionless, and remained expressionless for a while, thinking, it's good news if he didn't stay overnight.

When he thought about it again, he was only worried about his sister, not because of Ji Zhao.

All in all, he was very satisfied with what he heard this afternoon, but there were no pigeons from Dubo.

However, His Royal Highness didn't pay much attention to Ji Zhao's letter. He told everyone to go out, washed their hands, sat behind the desk, and began to open Ji Zhao's letter to read.

Every night, reading Ji Zhao's letters is his only pastime, and it is also his biggest and favorite pastime.

It is best to read new letters. If not, read old letters. The letters Ji Zhao gave him have filled three boxes. He has entered Ji Zhao's bedroom several times, and he found that Ji Zhao likes them very much. Using enamel, which is more colorful, suits Ji Zhao's temperament. Later, he also asked someone to make him a few small boxes with enamel and gold painting, specially for Ji Zhao's letters.

His Royal Highness read today's letter several times, especially the most important sentence that Ji Zhao said to him.

In the study room where he was alone, His Highness the Crown Prince pursed his lips and let out a faint but happy smile.

Carefully folded the letter paper, and then put it in the box with his own hands. Zongzhen touched the box and closed it reluctantly, then picked up the memorial on the table and started to read it. many.

Ji Zhao woke up at night and didn't have any nightmares. He slept very well, but he just woke up suddenly.

The room was quiet, Chen Xing and the others must be outside, and he couldn't hear their voices. Ji Zhao stretched out his hand to touch his face, which was still a little dry. When he stretched out his hand, he saw his arm , he simply stretched his arms, looking at the scar under the intertwined moonlight and lights.

Chen Xing said that that night, before the man left, he personally applied the ointment on him.

The ointment is indeed effective, the wound has already scarred, and the doctor also said that the recovery is very good, as long as you continue to apply the ointment, there will be no scar.

Ji Zhao retracted his arms under the quilt, staring at the shadow of the tall tree on the window in a daze.

He still wanted to try again, yes, he was heartbroken not to see Huang He, he didn't see it with his own eyes, he didn't believe that those two completely different people were actually the same person.

That man was really too kind to him.

What if there is really someone who looks alike in the world?

It doesn't matter if you look like a prince.

He still harbors fantasies.