His Majesty And Ministers

As the scorching heat approached, Shaochang Temple took a step ahead and arranged the inside and outside of the villa properly. Once May was over, they reported to the emperor to move into Huange Villa.

Although this place is named as a villa, it is actually a palace built by the late emperor in the southern suburbs of the city. Although it is not as grand and majestic as the palace in the imperial city, it is also well-equipped with courts and flowing water.

Naturally, Jing Ye couldn't be the only one who moved there.Jing Yun and her two playmates were going to go, and Gu Lulin and the three of them were also indispensable. They all chose their residences and brought their personal servants along. Concubine Xiang "just got the favor" and went too.

The first emperor loved to collect books, so he built a book library in the villa in the same way. Jing Ye's predecessor ate, drank, played and neglected political affairs, so naturally he couldn't take care of it, so the book library was abandoned.

Shaochang Temple reported the matter, and Jing Ye ordered half of the people in the library in the palace to be carried to the villa, and then selected a few scholars from the Hanlin Academy who had read a subset of classics and history to help clean it up.

On the eve before going to the villa, in the small courtyard of Feng's house, Feng Ling was drawing with a pen when she suddenly heard a servant in the courtyard say: "Madam is here."

Feng Ling hurriedly put down her pen and stood up. Mrs. Feng had already entered the room. Seeing Feng Ling standing by the painting table, she said, "I'm leaving home tomorrow, why don't you rest?"

Feng Ling smiled and said, "I agreed to Ziran's painting from the Yang family, and he is in a hurry to get it."

Mrs. Feng looked at his painting table, but it was a picture of a lady who hadn't been drawn carefully. The woman's eyebrows, eyes and figure were all coquettish. Means, carefully your father scolded you."

Feng Ling showed a helpless smile and said: "My son also wants to push, but I can't resist some soft words from him."

Mrs. Feng tentatively said: "I see that although you loved painting in the past, you only had a few freehand brushstrokes. Why do you still paint characters now?"

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, and said: "Son... My son has recently found that drawing characters...is very interesting, so I often practice."

Mrs. Feng raised him up, whether he is perfunctory or telling the truth, you can tell immediately.With a glance, she saw the ink-smoke frozen stone tube stuffed with scrolls in the corner of the painting case, and said, "You drew these all? Show my mother."

Feng Ling said: "Mother..." When she wanted to stop it, she saw that Mrs. Feng had stretched out her hand and pulled out a roll, so that's all.

Madam Feng opened the painting, her heart sank. She also followed her husband into the palace to face the saint. This young man in a yellow robe with a smile on his face, who is the current emperor?

"you……"

Feng Ling looked at her quietly, with guilt and determination in her eyes: "Mother, my father taught my son since he was a child that he must always be a man. If he gives up halfway, wouldn't it be against the words of the sage?"

Mrs. Feng was furious: "Follow the one thing... What the one thing! Your father taught you to be a human being, not to teach you to deceive the emperor!"

Feng Ling pursed her lips and said, "My son did not deceive the emperor."

Mrs. Feng rolled up the painting scroll, neither took it nor threw it, finally sighed and put it back into the tube.

The son she raised, she didn't know?Although Fengling has always followed the rules and followed the teachings of the sages, she was very reckless when she was a child. Other people's children bumped into the south wall and retreated when it hurt. There was no way out, so he was willing to give up.

Mrs. Feng retreated to sit on the seat, and Feng Ling lifted her robe and knelt in front of her: "My son is not filial, mother, don't get angry."

Mrs. Feng shook her hand, as if powerless, she said: "You, you have reached the age when you should start your own family, mother left you in the mansion just to ask for a family reunion, let it go, let it go. We won't interfere in this matter , if something goes wrong, you settle it yourself."

Parents said so, but if something happened, how could they throw it away?

Feng Ling couldn't understand in her heart that there are three types of unfilial piety and no offspring is the biggest, she felt guilty, kowtowed her head, and got up to send Old Madam Feng out.

The next day, the team from the imperial palace marched to the southern suburbs and arrived at the villa.The villa is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the pavilions, terraces and pavilions are carefully arranged according to the purpose of escaping the summer heat, and the heat of the midsummer has been reduced by five or six. It is really comfortable to use as a place to enjoy the shade.

Fu Rongqin was laid out on the soft couch, and Jing Ye wanted to take a nap after lunch, but the breeze in the room was so comfortable that he fell asleep.

When he woke up, he found that he was already on the bed, and Lin Xiaosheng was sleeping next to him. The two of them shared the pillow, and their black hair was also intertwined, making no distinction between you and me.

Jing Ye propped his hands on the bed and sat up. Lin Xiaosheng woke up when the bamboo mat made a slight sound, his eyelashes moved, he raised his eyelids to look at Jing Ye, and wrapped an arm around his waist.

Jing Ye said: "Where are Gu Hong and the others?"

Lin Xiaosheng closed his eyes and said, "Seeing that His Majesty was sleeping soundly, he didn't come to disturb you. Everyone went back to their respective yards."

"Hmm." Jing Ye yawned and called Ye Mao in: "I'm hungry."

Ye Mao went out and ordered the dining room to bring dinner, and the maids came in with food boxes to set the meal, and Lin Xiaosheng got out of bed with her hair tied up.

Two bowls of Japonica porridge and a few dishes of exquisite side dishes to relieve the heat. Seeing that Jing Ye was still sleepy after a long sleep, Lin Xiaosheng said, "Sleepiness hurts your body. Your Majesty might as well go out to get some fresh air in your spare time. I heard that there is a restaurant not far from the villa." Garden, because it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is cool and pleasant even in hot summer, and it is a good place to escape from the heat.”

Ye Mao also laughed beside him and said, "Your Majesty might get bored staying in the Songfeng Hall. It would be best to go hunting and relax. If Your Majesty thinks about it, I will prepare for it."

Jing Ye was quite moved by what he said, and he didn't go out of the palace very much since May became hot.But he wasn't a lady who was used to not going out of the house. He hadn't moved for more than half a month, and his limbs were stiff.

As soon as the emperor thought about it, the people below got busy.Yuqian Zuo Zhonglang will be Yang Ziran, so he hurriedly prepares to serve him.

Jing Ye rode Hei Yao, and first went around a few wild forests around the villa. Once he came down, the heat and boredom were swept away. Although he couldn't draw a bow or arrow, the officials who accompanied him were all young. Seeing that the Holy Spirit was in a happy mood, he never restrained himself and hunted a lot of prey.

Yang Ziran was the leader of Lang Guan, and he was not willing to take the second place, so he led people to find a wolf's lair.

Jing Ye looked at the wolf cubs presented in front of him, one of them was very abrupt, with snow-white fur without a trace of variegation.

"My sage is so lucky to have a white son." Yang Ziran laughed, "It is rumored that the white son is auspicious, and I wait to congratulate your majesty."

Jing Ye didn't believe in auspiciousness, but seeing that the eyes of these cubs hadn't opened yet, and they were huddled together, they looked cute, so he asked them to take them back to Jing Xiaoyun and the others to raise and play.

Hunted until evening, and returned with excitement.

Jing Ye ordered the imperial dining room to make dishes from the prey and reward them to the accompanying Lang Guan.Yang Ziran also gave him a jug of tribute wine from the Western Regions, so he was fine when he came late, so he packed the wine and vegetables and excitedly came to Zangshuge to find friends.

"I heard that the owner of the imperial dining room, Shangguan Yan, is a good cook. Her Majesty's daily meals are handled by her. Today, we will ask Hongfu to taste it."

Feng Ling looked at the wine that was handed to her. The white porcelain wine glass was filled with clear and moist wine syrup. When she shook it lightly, the amber shone brightly, top grade.

Yang Ziran laughed and said: "You weirdo can't drink any wine, I'd like to try it and see if this imperial gift can make you spit out some truths."

Feng Ling laughed, and said: "The painting you entrusted to me is already finished, go get it from the back room after drinking."

Yang Ziran said: "Don't worry, drink and drink."

So the two chatted about the wine while eating the vegetables. At the end of the drink, Yang Ziran shook his head, hiccupped, glared at Feng Ling and said, "You weird..." Before finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and lay down on the table. The superior is unconscious.

Feng Ling raised a smile, and drank half of the jug of spirits, but he was no different from the beginning, put the wine glass back on the table, stood up, shook his sleeves, and walked outside the room.

Seeing this, the servant who served him rushed up to meet him and said, "Are you going out, sir? There's a curfew outside, and the idlers can't wait to move around."

Feng Ling shook her head and said, "I have something important to do and I need to meet His Majesty."

After speaking, regardless of the little servant's dissuasion, he lifted his feet out of the courtyard gate, and really went to Wanhe Songfeng where the emperor lived.

According to the late emperor's will, the Zangshu Pavilion is quite close to Wanhe Songfeng, and Hanlin scholars are also close ministers of the emperor, so they can go directly to the front of the emperor's hall to ask for an audience, so the soldiers and guards thought Feng Ling was holding the imperial edict, so they didn't stop him.

The little servant couldn't stop him, so he had to follow all the way, and said with a bitter face: "My lord can't do it, I'm afraid your majesty has already rested at this time, and you will have to bear a serious crime if you disturb the holy car."

Feng Ling folded her hands in her sleeves and said calmly: "No problem."

Hearing what he said, the boy still felt that something was wrong, so he had no choice but to follow him to the gate of Wanhe Songfeng's palace. The guard guarding the gate couldn't help but look at him strangely when he heard him begging to see him late at night, thinking that Mr. Lin I just left, and there is no one around His Majesty, so it could be this person tonight...

Cough cough, although the brain hole is very big, but the military guard still let the little eunuch guarding the front door go in and ask for instructions.

Jing Ye was reading the brochure when suddenly Ye Mao came in and reported Feng Ling to see him, he couldn't help but feel a sudden in his heart, thinking that something happened, he hurriedly said: "Tell him to come in."

Zhezi couldn't bear to read it any longer, so he left it aside, and waited for Fengling to come in and stand in front of him, looking up and down, neither hurt nor anxious, he couldn't help saying: "Feng Qing?"

Feng Ling saluted with a serious look first, then clasped her hands together and said: "I am here, I have something important to report to Your Majesty."

Jing Ye said, "Tell me."

Feng Ling stared at him, Jing Ye realized that the other party was abnormal, there seemed to be a tinge of red in the corners of the eyes, and there was a little light in the eyes, the eyes were shining like delicate amber.

Feng Ling said: "Chen..." After only saying one word, she suddenly moved forward and fell to the ground.

Jing Ye was stunned, and said: "Feng Qing!" He came down to help him up, "Ye Mao! Pass the imperial physician!"

Eunuch Ye trotted in, seeing this situation, he couldn't make sense of it, he hurriedly sent the little eunuch to preach to the imperial physician, and he and Jing Ye worked together to move Feng Ling to the soft couch in the inner room.

Jing Ye stretched out his hand and tried his forehead, it was a little hot, but his breathing was smooth, as if there was some internal injury: "What's wrong?"

Ye Mao followed beside him, sniffed, pondered for a long time, and said cautiously: "Master Feng...is he drunk?"

As if to confirm his words, Feng Ling turned her head, rubbed her forehead against Jing Ye's palm, and murmured: "Your Majesty..."

Jing Ye: "..."

The author has something to say: I am getting fat... Once I entered Jiansan, it was as deep as the sea, and from now on I am a passerby