Prince of Heaven

On both sides of the Yizheng Hall of the Liguo Imperial Palace, wine tables were set up. Behind the table were the civil and military officials of the Liguo, all of whom were solemn and solemn. The emperor Rongdi sat on a high seat in front of him, silently observing his courtiers.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive, as if a mountain rain was about to come.

After the early court today, the emperor deliberately left several ministers to discuss the establishment of a reserve in this political hall.

All the ministers had their own ghosts in their hearts. After the former prince Rongshi was abolished, which prince they supported and how far they participated was beyond what they could say on the surface.They tested each other and doubted each other. No one spoke for a while, but they were all focused on the undercurrent in the political hall.

There is only one exception among them, and that is a young man sitting in the penultimate row on the left.

This man was wearing a black embroidered official robe roughly similar to that of civil servants. He had a handsome face and a tall and straight figure.

He is the eldest son of Jin'an Duke's mansion. His name is Jinghuai, and his character is Weizhi. He is a student of Mr. Wei, a well-known celebrity all over the world.

According to the rules of this dynasty, father and son have different courts.Duke An of Jin resigned from his official post after Jing Huai became an official, and Jing Huai's official career has been smooth, and he has been promoted to Jiuqing in just half a year. This speed of promotion is really unique since the founding of the country.

Jing Huai has no interest in who should be the prince at all.He had seen the emperor's sons, they were either idiots or dudes, it really made him unable to get up the energy to take another look.If the country of Li was handed over to them, the progress of its demise would be accelerated.

However, whether Li Guo perishes or not has nothing to do with him.

The emperor asked him how the princes were doing several times, but he was always perfunctory, talking about advantages and disadvantages that were not painful, and did not favor anyone.

He was the only one in the hall who regarded this as an ordinary banquet and drank freely.

After the banquet was over, because it was snowing, the emperor gave everyone an umbrella, and Jing Huai held the umbrella and walked slowly between the palace roads.

Jing Huai walked slowly, and soon he was the only one left on the entire palace road.

"Master Jing."

When Jing Huai heard someone calling him, he stopped and turned around.

The person who came was an eunuch, Jing Huai recognized him, he was the most favored eunuch by the emperor's side, his name was Zhang Wangde, he was a regular servant during his tenure, and because of the emperor's favor, his power had grown stronger these years.

Zhang Wangde's face was full of smiles, seeing Jing Huai being called to stop, he quickly walked forward and stopped a few steps away from Jing Huai.

"Master Jing, His Majesty summoned you."

Jing Huai followed him to the emperor's imperial study.

The imperial palace is very large, nearly a quarter of the capital city.Every time Li Guo changes the throne, the palace will be expanded once.After generations of expansions by emperors, the current imperial palace is more than ten times larger than that of the founding period, and even the palaces are more majestic and majestic than the previous ones.

Led by the eunuch, Jing Huai came to the emperor's imperial study.

The floor of the imperial study room is covered with red felt, gauze curtains, white jade coral and other luxurious and exquisite items to decorate the study room so that it does not look like a study room.

On the four walls of the imperial study, there are various famous brushes and inks, including calligraphy and paintings, all of which are hard to find in the world. This is an open secret known to all courtiers.

At this time, the emperor was painting quietly. Zhang Wangde had always known the emperor's temper, and the emperor must not be disturbed when he was writing poems and painting.

After about a quarter of an hour, the emperor took the pen away.

"Mr. Wei has the great ability to guide the world, but he lives in seclusion in the mountains. I went to invite him many years ago. It is a pity that I couldn't invite him three times."

In the imperial study room, the emperor stood with his hands behind his back before the imperial case, then slowly turned around and looked at Jing Huai.

"Jing Aiqing is Mr. Wei's closed disciple. Now that Aiqing has become an official, I have high hopes for Aiqing. Now that the countries are in conflict, I hope Aiqing will spare no effort to help me leave the country."

Jing Huai declined and said: "I have only learned superficially from my family's teachers, and it is still difficult to deal with some government affairs at present. The world's plans are more than enough, but not enough."

Under the crown of the emperor's crown, his gaze was suddenly as sharp as a sharp arrow, and he stabbed straight at Jing Huai.

Jing Huai remained silent on the spot, bowed slightly and lowered his head, his eyes hidden in the shadows.His actions are respectful, but no one else can see his actual expression.

The imperial study room fell into a dead silence, and fine beads of sweat ooze from the forehead of the little servant who is standing by at any time.

After a long time, the emperor withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "Ai Qing, don't underestimate yourself. It's freezing cold now, and all countries are cultivating their health. You can let go of the world's major plans first. Ai Qing has enough time to think about it. I will summon you alone today. , there is another thing arranged for you to do."

He made it clear that he didn't believe Jing Huai's modest words, but he didn't want to force Jing Huai too much at the beginning and make Jing Huai make an either-or choice.

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"The master who taught the prince's studies retired and returned to his hometown the day before yesterday. Now there is a lack of a master in Hanzhang Palace. After much deliberation, Jing Aiqing is the most suitable."

Hanzhang Hall is the palace where the princes receive their daily education, which is actually equivalent to a school.

When the emperor said this, Jing Huai had no reason to refuse. A teacher from a famous family is more than enough to be a teacher. If he refuses too much, he will appear arrogant and frivolous, without a monarch.

Even if it is true.

But at this time, Jing Huai had to do some superficial work, for the sake of the Jing family and to fulfill his master's last wish.

Jing Huai said: "I obey the order."

"Zhang Wangde, take him to Hanzhang Hall."

Zhang Wangde bowed to Jing Huai and said, "No, please come with this old slave, Mr. Jing."

The princes are still young, the eldest prince is only 14 years old this year, and the youngest sixth prince is still in his infancy.

What Jing Huai actually wants to teach are the princes over six years old, there are three in total, namely: the eldest prince, the third prince and the fourth prince.

As for the prince of Xing Er, he is the deposed prince who can't be said much in the palace today, Rong Shi.

After Zhang Wangde introduced the brief situation of the princes, he arrived at the gate of Hanzhang Hall.Zhang Wangde went back to report, while Jing Huai walked in through the guards on both sides.

As Jing Huai expected, the glazed tiles and white jade pavement of Hanzhang Hall exude a luxurious luxury.

Years of wars have been fought on the border, and Liguo lost two cities in a row last year, which seems to have had no impact on the nobles in the palace.

It was still snowing heavily, and there was a large courtyard in the middle of Hanzhang Hall, which was full of vegetation, trees, mountains and rocks, and there was a lake in the middle.

The lake was frozen, the ground was covered with a layer of snow, the branches of the trees in the yard were bleak, and the north wind was howling, bringing a biting cold.

Suddenly, Jing Huai's eyes stopped.As far as he could see, there was a thin young boy kneeling in the snow.

Probably offended some prince and was punished to kneel, a thought flashed in Jing Huai's mind.

He turned a corner along the veranda, and after walking for a while, he saw the boy's profile.

The boy's profile was colder than ice and snow, and he looked expressionless.Wearing only a thin coat, he knelt in the snow without flinching. His back was straight and his face was tense. He looked stubborn and pitiful, like a wounded wolf cub in the snow.

Jing Huai couldn't help but stop, and looked at him a few more times.After a while, he turned out of the corridor, stepped into the wind and snow, and walked in the direction of the boy.

The boy raised his head when he heard the movement.

Jing Huai's footsteps paused slightly.

That boy was born with an excellent skin, delicate and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, fair complexion, pale and bloodless lips, but it did not damage his appearance at all, but added a bit of brutal beauty, which taught people to love and pity.

Jing Huai untied the tie of the fur cloak on his body, took it off, walked over and put it on the boy.Jing Huai squatted in front of him, and while tying the belt of his cloak for him, he asked, "Who are you and why are you kneeling here?"

Jing Huai tied the belt in his hands carefully, a little more carefully than the usual servants who waited on him.

When the strap of the cloak was finished, the boy did not answer.

Jing Huai looked up from the tie around his neck, and met the boy's fixed eyes.There seemed to be no emotion in it.

Jing Huai has a lot of questions to ask, but at this moment, the boy should go back to the house to warm up.He stood up, bent down, and stretched out his right hand to the young man: "How long have you been kneeling, can you stand up? How about I help you?"

The young man didn't move. Jing Huai waited for a long time, as if he understood the young man's concerns, smiled at him, and said, "I don't know who punished you for the time being, but anyway, as long as it's not the emperor himself, no one dares to speak up. .”

It is the emperor himself, there is no serious problem, it just needs some twists and turns.

The young man lowered his eyes for a moment, then stretched out his hand and put it on Jing Huai's.Jing Huai took advantage of the situation and held his hand.His hands are still small, and he can easily hold them completely.

Jing Huai helped him up and led him along the way.The boy's eyes fell on the hands held by the two of them, and he was speechless.

After entering a room next to the main hall, Jing Huai ordered the palace servants to prepare a suitable set of clothes.

The palace people looked at Jing Huai and the young man, hesitating to speak.

Jing Huai put down the young man's hand, and then covered his other hand with both hands. Unsurprisingly, there was an icy coldness, and Jing Huai's tone was also a little bit colder: "Why, I can't order you around?"

"No, no, Prince, please calm down." The palace people hurriedly knelt down, and the one at the head turned his head and shouted at the people behind him, "Hurry up, don't you hear what the prince said?"

For the courtiers, Jing Huai was the son of the Duke of Jin.But to the palace people, Jing Huai is still the king of the palace who made people talk about it six years ago.

Six years ago, when the Empress Dowager was still alive, she doted on Jing Huai, the youngest son of Duke Jin'an's family.

Because Jinghuai's mother is the adopted daughter of the Empress Dowager.

The empress dowager lost her daughter in her early years, which was a lingering knot in her life. Later, at the palace banquet, she met a girl who was [-]% similar to her daughter when she was young. When she saw her lost soul, she recognized her as her goddaughter. Keep it by your side.

This girl is the youngest daughter of the Marquis of Taiping, that is, Jing Huai's mother.The Empress Dowager loves Wu and Wu, and she also loves Jing Huai, who has inherited her mother's appearance.

The Empress Dowager often called Jing Huai into the palace to accompany her. Jing Huai was the most mischievous when he was young. No one dared to provoke him.

In the past six years, Jing Huai seemed to have changed his appearance, becoming stable, gentle and polite, but for the senior palace people in the palace, the shadow cast by the overlord in the palace six years ago still lingers on them .

Soon, the two palace men brought back a whole set of clothes suitable for teenagers from the Shangyi Supervisor.

"My lord, let the servants serve you, the princes have been waiting in the main hall for a long time." The leading palace man said.

Jing Huai felt his hands tremble, and then turned to look at the young man next to him, but he didn't see any abnormality on his face.

Jing Huai glanced at the young man again, thinking that he should still be afraid.

"No hurry." Jing Huai patted the back of the young man's hand, his movements were gentle, and when he turned his head to speak to the palace servants, he still had a gentle smile on his face, but his tone was very light, "Let them recite the book by themselves first."

"This..." The leading palace servants were suddenly in a dilemma. They had always indulged the princes, because one of them might be the king of a country in the future, so how could they offend them?

Even if you don't talk about the future, just talk about the present, the power of the mother clan of these princes is by no means easy to provoke.

Although they learned that Jinghuai will be the teacher of the princes in the future, which one of the former masters was not timid?It's true that they are afraid of Jinghuai, but the premise is that there is no conflict with their real master.

Now that the Queen Mother is gone, what exactly is Jing Huai worth in the palace?How can he compare with the noble princes of Tianhuang?

"The son eats the king's salary, and you should relieve the king's worries. Since you are the teacher of the princes, you should do your best to teach the prince how to be talented."

After hesitating for a moment, the leading palace man knelt down on the ground, persuading him with righteous words.

Jing Huai chuckled lightly, as if he had heard something amusing, the end of his eyes raised, and he stared disdainfully at these palace servants.