The identity of the direct son - Xu I's prosperous world

Zhao Zhili teased Brother Heng so maliciously, but Brother Heng didn't respond, which only made Zhao Zhili feel very boring, so he stopped talking all the way afterwards.

Qinzheng Hall belongs to the previous dynasty, located behind the Xuanzheng Hall of the Shang Dynasty. It is not very far from the Danfeng Gate.

The place where the emperor attends classes is the side hall of Qinzheng Hall. The space inside is not small. In winter, the earth dragon is burned to make it warm. Brother Heng followed Zhao Zhili in. Although it was morning, the earth dragon was still burning, and the warm wind rushed towards him. Brother Heng saw Zhao Zhili take off his cloak, so he took off his cloak too.

The room is set up as a study room. On the Duobao Pavilion, there are some exquisite and precious playthings. The plaque on the north side is written with the words "Shouxinzhai". Below it is a large desk with the four treasures of the study, and there are three desks on the south side. , to the west, there is also a desk. According to Brother Heng's understanding, the north is the emperor's desk, the west is the master's desk, and the other three desks should be three reading companions. .

Except that there was nothing on the desk near the east window, the other two desks already contained the Four Treasures of the Study and books, presumably Zhao Zhili and the eldest son of the Xu family had come to study with him for a few days, but he came here today.

He walked to the unused table, asked Baoqin to put down his things, and saw Zhao Zhili's book boy had exited the study, so he said softly, "Go and ask the guard on duty outside, Where can you wait."

Baoqin nodded in agreement, and when he was about to leave, Brother Heng said, "It's very warm in the study, but it's cold outside, take out my cloak and wrap it around, it's warmer than yours."

"Young Master, I don't need it for my servant." Holding the piano back, he folded Brother Heng's cloak and hugged it to take it out. Brother Heng said, "Just put it on if you let me."

Baoqin smiled, but of course he still didn't dare to go beyond the rules, and said, "Young Master, just call me if you have anything to do."

With that said, he has already left.

Brother Heng saw that he had left, so he sat down on the chair, put away the few books he had brought, and took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the basket, but found that he did not bring any inkstone, looked around, and found nothing. When he found something to hold water, he had no choice but to ask Zhao Zhili who was sitting on the side with his head propped up to watch him, "Mr. Zhao, can I borrow your inkstone?"

Zhao Zhili didn't correct him to call himself Mr. Zhao this time, but raised his eyebrows without saying a word.

Brother Heng had no choice but to go to his desk, "Just use a little water."

When he reached out to grab the inkstone on Zhao Zhili's desk, Zhao Zhili reached out and grabbed his hand. Brother Heng wanted to take his hand back, and looked straight at Zhao Zhili. Brother Heng's eyes were clearly clear and clear. , but he saw that Zhao Zhili was very unhappy. He was about to let go of Brother Heng's hand, but when he thought about it, he held on tightly.

Brother Heng was really hard to guess the mental state of Zhao Zhili, a child. He was about to speak, but a person coughed at the door.

Both of them looked towards the door, only to see a young man in ocher straight gown, with red phoenix eyes, high nose, fair skin, looking at them expressionlessly.

Brother Heng withdrew his hand from Zhao Zhili's, and without his consent, took his inkstone to his desk, poured water into the inkstone, and returned the inkstone to the guest. Say politely, "Thank you."

Zhao Zhili glanced at him, snorted, and was already talking to Xu Xuan who walked in, "Why are you coughing? It's not tuberculosis."

Xu Xuan sat down in his seat, and while his book boy was putting away his things, he confronted Zhao Zhili and said, "This is a study room for reading sage books, not a place for fireworks for lovers. doing what?"

These two people didn't deal with each other, Brother Heng suffered a catastrophe, he frowned, thinking who is the little boy, he was so angry that he was dying, but on the surface he still pretended to be innocent, opened his eyes wide, Looking at the two pretending to be ignorant, it seems that they want to talk, but they don't know what to say, but they hesitate to speak.

Zhao Zhili glanced at him and laughed, "Xu Xuan said you are a young lady, so you have nothing to say?"

Brother Heng pretended to be taken aback, "What is Xiaowan?"

Zhao Zhili then smiled at Xu Xuan and said, "Xu Xuan, he asked you what a young lady is?"

Brother Heng didn't expect that he would be on the cusp of the storm as soon as he arrived, and wondered whether these two children were boring or not.

Xu Xuan seems to be the same as Zhao Zhili. He is so proud that no one can match him. He said disdainfully, "As a man, but committing himself to a man, he has no sense of shame."

When he said that, his eyes were on Brother Heng's face.

Brother Heng's expression didn't change, Zhao Zhili said, "Didn't you understand? He said you were me..."

Before he finished speaking, Brother Heng had already said, "Two days ago, my master told me an allusion. It was said that Layman Dongpo often discussed scriptures and Taoism with his good friend, monk Fayin. One day, Dongpo asked Fayin, 'What do you think I look like?' Fayin replied, 'Like a Buddha.' Fayin asked Dongpo what he looked like, and Dongpo replied, 'Like a pile of cow dung.'"

When he said this, he paused for a while, and then said, "Dongpo went home to show off this to his sister, but she was told by her, 'Fayin has a Buddha in his heart, so what he sees is a Buddha in his eyes. You have thorns in your heart, and what you see It’s thistles.’ I think, maybe this elder brother’s heart is thinking of small things, so even in this Shou Xin Zhai where he reads sage books, what he sees is small things.”

His voice was soft and soft like a child's, but the words were clear and sonorous, which made Xu Xuan's face flush when he said it, but Zhao Zhili laughed out loud.

Brother Heng still had a flat expression on his face, and he had already picked up the ink stick to grind the ink himself. Xu Xuan was about to have a fit, but he heard the sound of the door, and someone came in again.

Several people looked over, but this time it was the young emperor Yang Qinxian.

He was dressed in the emperor's uniform, bright yellow and a jade crown. Although he was only 11 years old, he stood there with majesty.

Brother Heng put down the ink stick in his hand, went to the desk and knelt down, "See the emperor, long live my emperor."

The other two did not kneel down, but simply saluted, "Your Majesty!"

The little emperor was followed by two young eunuchs. He probably heard what Brother Heng said just now, so he looked at Brother Heng twice, and he walked to the upper desk and sat down, and then said, "Your name is Ji Heng, right? , Let’s get down, you don’t need to be too polite in the future, just be as casual as your cousin and Xu Xuan.”

Brother Heng didn't know if the little emperor's words were ridiculed against Zhao Zhili and Xu Xuan, maybe it was just that he and Zhao Zhili and Xu Xuan were really close, and they were still children, so it didn't matter if they got along casually.

Thinking of this, he still said respectfully, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Only then did he get up slowly.

When he raised his eyes to look at the little emperor, the little emperor was also looking at him, and even smiled at him. When the little emperor smiled, he had a very bright face. A sense of caution and resentment brought about by the difficulty of life.

Brother Heng saw that Zhao Zhili and Xu Xuan had already sat down in their seats, so he went back to his seat and continued grinding ink. The little emperor also asked the little eunuch to grind ink for him, and then looked at the position of the master. , the master hasn't come yet.

Brother Heng felt that the little emperor came here too early, as if he came here directly without going to the morning court.

Zhao Zhili noticed the little emperor's gaze, and said, "Classes only start at Chen Shizheng, Song Taifu will come at that time, today the emperor came earlier."

It seemed that Zhao Zhili was also curious about the early arrival of the emperor.

The little emperor smiled and said, "It's because Li Ge is old and sick, and he said he won't go to court today. I came here directly. And Ji Heng will come to the palace today, so I wanted to come and see him sooner."

When Ji Heng heard the little emperor's first words, he was thinking in his heart, when the little emperor was sick, Li Ge didn't say he couldn't make it to the early court, but now that he himself was sick, he couldn't let the early court go. Without the censor, I have read more of his books, so it can be seen that the court is indeed dominated by Mr. Li Ge.

Before he could get out of this matter, he heard the little emperor say the last sentence again, he couldn't help being taken aback, and quickly acted as if he was flattered, his eyes widened, even his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he muttered, Knowing what to say is good, with a clumsy look.

The little emperor smiled and waved to him, "Come to my side, I will take a look at you."

Ji Heng really didn't know what the little emperor was thinking, so he had to put down the ink stick in his hand, wiped his hands with a towel, and after a reply, he walked to the little emperor's desk respectfully, bowed his head.

Seeing him in front of the desk, the little emperor said again, "Come here, come to me."

"Huh?" Ji Heng was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand. As the little emperor continued to wave at him, he had no choice but to walk to the side of his chair. The little emperor didn't do anything, just looked at his face, He smiled and said, "You look really good-looking."

Ji Heng didn't know what he meant, so he had no choice but to answer, "The emperor praises you absurdly. A man stands up for his actions and works for the benefit of the people. His appearance is really an external thing and cannot be praised by the emperor."

What he said made several people in the study stunned for a moment, Zhao Zhili even wanted to laugh, but seeing Ji Heng's serious look, he couldn't laugh anymore, he just thought, this Ji Heng is really Ji Heng from the Ministry of Punishment The servant's son has no interest at all.

Hearing what he said, Xu Xuan looked at him a few more times. The little emperor wanted to hold Ji Heng to take a closer look, but now he was too embarrassed to look at it, so he said, "Ai Qing is right, you can go down." .”

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Ji Heng then returned to his seat.

Ji Heng polished the ink himself, and began to practice calligraphy without being affected. Several other people also began to read books and review their homework. Ji Heng silently looked at them a few times, and saw that they were all serious. Presumably Song Taifu was very strict in class. , everyone dared not neglect, he originally wanted to ask how the class was taught and where did everyone go, but the emperor was sitting in the upper position, so he couldn't ask, so he had to continue practicing calligraphy.

The little emperor read the book for a while, then stepped down from the dragon seat, walked up to Ji Heng, watched him write, and said, "What did you write about the Duobao Pagoda Stele?"

Ji Heng quickly put down the brush in his hand, got off the chair again, and said with a bowed head, "Yes, I wrote Liu Gongquan's Mysterious Pagoda Stele before, but my father asked me to write the Duobao Pagoda Stele."

The little emperor looked at his handwriting with a smile, and said, "Your handwriting is very good, better than mine. Sit down quickly, there is no need to be polite."

Ji Heng thanked him again, and sat down again.

The other two readers also looked over. The little emperor stood by Ji Heng's side and did not leave, and said, "I know that this handwriting cannot be written well without practice. Your handwriting is good. I think your father Ji Aiqing will appreciate it." Your requirements are very strict, and you have worked hard."

In fact, what the little emperor said was not childish at all. Ji Heng thought that he was only 11 years old, and he was already so old-fashioned. He replied, "Father has always been strict, and I dare not relax."

The little emperor stared at him with a smile. Ji Heng felt that the smile on his face was already a mask. He was still so young, so people didn't know what he was thinking at all. Said, "Your Majesty, I have class on the first day today. I don't know what the Taifu will say. I am afraid that I will disappoint the Taifu in a while, and I will also live up to your love. After all, you asked me to be a companion, and I don't know what to do. That's right, I've been trembling before..."

The little emperor seemed to be embarrassed by Ji Heng's words on the contrary. Xu Xuan also looked straight at Ji Heng. Only Zhao Zhili propped his face with one hand, still staring at the book, but the corners of his mouth curled up, obviously showing his respect for Ji Heng. Heng's words were funny, and he didn't know if it was a sneer, a sneer, or something else.