Clan House

He Qi, who has no other faction, was appointed as Jinyiwei Qianhu at a young age, responsible for the important task of guarding the imperial city.

The Thousand-step Corridor is just outside the Forbidden Palace, and on both sides are the important places of various ministries.Song Jingshi had just entered the court, so she was not as arrogant as King Xunyang, she did not call the royal family's soldiers, but invited Jin Yiwei over.

Seeing He Qi's arrival, the officials were arguing like a duck's nest, Song Jingshi clapped his hands together to show silence, and then asked: "Jin Yiwei has sealed off the household department, everyone, put down your official duties and listen to what I have to say." The officials' eyes widened. With narrowed eyes, Song Jingshi mentioned the book he was looking at just now: "Who kept this list by my king's side?"

There was silence and no one answered.Song Jingxin looked around and saw some unfamiliar faces among the officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs. Knowing that they were from the Ministry of Industry, he just sneered and asked, "Do you dare to sue but dare not stand up? How can you win trust if you are so timid? The king is not your marionette!"

Song Jingshi waited for a while, but seeing that there was still no answer, he ordered people to fetch the candlesticks and burn the books. "Since that's the case, this list is undoubtedly a forgery. This king will burn it. It's a false alarm, everyone, let's continue to work."

"Wait a minute, my lord!" The person who spoke was an old man, wearing a low-rank official uniform symbolizing the sixth rank, with gray beard and eyebrows.

This person seemed to have worked in the Ministry of Industry for a long time, Song Jingshi guessed that he was not clean, so he shrank back and dared not show his face: "Who are you?"

"The head of the Xiaguan Camp Repair Department, Gong Wen."

"Okay, Gong Wen, you go to meet the saint with the king." Song Jingshi ordered, "From now on, no one is allowed to leave the official office of the Ministry of Household Affairs. The files sent by the Ministry of Industry are sealed immediately after sorting out, and no one is allowed to read them privately. This king will come into the palace and try not to keep you waiting for too long."

"Eunuch Chen," Song Jingshi said to Chen Jingxian, "The Ministry of War, the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Officials are not under my king's jurisdiction. Now that your father-in-law is in charge of the overall situation, how do you think about it?"

"My lord, you're being polite." Chen Jingxian's heart is broad and fat, with a friendly smile on his round face, "This servant is also sent by His Majesty to help. According to my servant, I will follow the method of the lord, and trouble He Qianhu again, please the rest. A few adults stay in the official office to drink tea, and everything will be decided after the prince returns from the face."

"Elder Gu Ge is not in the ministry now," Chen Jingxian said again, "If Your Highness sees him, please invite him to visit the saint together. The servant is just a servant, so I dare not contradict the elder."

Song Jingshi smiled lightly: "Thank you for reminding me, father-in-law."

Xunyang Wang sledgehammer sounded, and the Ministry of Industry was turned upside down.But no matter how chaotic and noisy outside, it has nothing to do with King Xunyang who is in confinement, and it has nothing to do with the prince and King Chu in the clan mansion.

Five days ago, someone from Qianqing Palace sent a message that Emperor Xuanqing asked Song Yi to find a time to enter the palace after he recovered.Song Yi himself was fine and was not sick at all, but he stayed in the west chamber all day and did not go out.

"Your Highness still won't enter the palace today?" Seeing that most of the confinement of the prince had passed, the outside also became chaotic according to the arrangement of King Chu.Wang Yu served Song Yi every day, but saw that the master seemed to have nothing to do, and seemed to have no desires.

"Wait a minute, Your Majesty is being troubled by the Ministry of Industry. If I come down now, he will definitely let me punish the king of Xunyang." Song Yi put on a cotton coat and went outside the door, seeing scattered fine particles floating in the air. Snow.

"It snowed early this year," Wang Yu clasped his hands together, "Fortunately, the house has been repaired."

Song Jingxin was wearing a dark green mop on her forehead, and she was wearing a bunt, waving a wooden sword made of tree branches in the falling snowflakes.His outfit was just sent by the Crown Princess, with bamboo leaves embroidered on his forehead, not like the style created by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.As soon as the clothes were delivered, they had to be worn, and the size was just right.Song Yi felt that women were very powerful. He thought of his aunt, who could make clothes that fit her even before meeting her.

Song Jingxin started practicing martial arts at the age of five, and had never killed anyone before. With the sword in his hand, he danced gracefully and nimbly, with a newborn vigor.Song Yi couldn't understand swords, but felt that the newly grown young man had a loose body, brave but not vulgar, and the shadow of the fast sword reflected fierce beauty among the snowflakes.The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and Song Yi stood in the courtyard watching the prince practicing sword, wearing the cloak Wang Yu brought back from his room.The fox fur on the collar was the same color as Luoxue, but the black hair was gradually stained with hoarfrost.

Song Jingxin chased a snowflake, and saw the crystals falling on the boy's curled eyelashes.In this way, the sword stopped until the boy's eyebrows.

"Ah, Your Highness!" Wang Yu exclaimed inappropriately.

Only then did Song Jingxin realize that this action was very rude, and he turned the long sword behind his back. "Forget about it for a while, sorry, Emperor Uncle."

Song Yi didn't pursue him. He seemed in a good mood, but he spoke in a distasteful way as always: "Did the prince memorize the "Teachings of the Great Ancestor"?"

Seeing the prince's face turn from white to red, and from red to blue, Song Yi grinned and showed a pair of sincere dimples: "If you can memorize the "Teachings of Taizu", this king will let you go out of the clan in advance." Mansion."

"Uncle Huang's words are serious?" Song Jingxin felt a little cold and hopped around rubbing his hands.

"Really, when did this king lie to you?"

"Hey!" Song Jingxin threw away the branch happily, opened his arms and jumped up on the spot.Then he realized how stupid this action was, and went back to the room to change clothes on tiptoe and happy steps. "Uncle Huang, you wait..."

It's snowing, the Crown Princess is also looking forward to your return home... Song Yi didn't look at the back of Song Jingxin's leaving, he suddenly felt a little homesick.But the dead can't turn back, the world is vast, and only the boy walks alone.

The first snow was falling non-stop, Song Jingxin was wearing a padded robe, copying books in the Shensi Hall with the stove on, and her hands didn't feel cold at all.Wrapped in a thick cloak, Song Yi made snow sculptures under the corridor outside Shensi Hall.When a child is engaged in playing, he will forget the cold and pain, even if his hands are red from the cold.With dense feathers and a curled beak, the appearance of an eagle gradually appears, and finally the eyes are carved out, adding to the bird's spirit.

"I said what are you doing secretly here, so you did it to honor me!" Song Jingxin, who was supposed to be in Shensi Hall, came behind him at some point.

Song Yi devoted himself to it for a long time, but he didn't hear the disrespect in the prince's words. He was just curious: "Why do you think this eagle is given to you?"

"You carved Xiaokong, didn't you just want to give it to me?" Song Jingxin said with a look of reason, "Although the craftsmanship is a bit poor, but because of the hard work of the emperor's uncle, I reluctantly accepted it."

His Highness the King of Chu is not a craftsman, so he naturally knows that his carvings are not satisfactory.Although he knew it, Song Yi still felt annoyed that he was rejected by Song Jingxin, an ignorant crown prince. "Why is it Xiaokong? Don't all eagles look the same! Have you finished memorizing the "Teachings of the Taizu"!"

"Yo~~~~ I'm angry~~~" Song Jingxin's voice turned eight tunes, as if he had realized something extraordinary, "This is really rare, Uncle Emperor, please cry for your grandson!"

Seeing his playful smile, Song Yi felt his palms itch, and just wanted to give this man a mouthful.But the matter of slapping someone was too humiliating, he couldn't do it, so he had to lower his face: "It seems that the prince is willing to reflect on himself a little longer, and he doesn't want to leave the clan mansion."

"Ah, you're so temperamental. Uncle Huang, you can't take a joke!" Song Jingxin sighed, bent down and put a big face in front of Song Yi.Song Yi didn't look at him, turned his head and wanted to leave, but was forcibly held in his arms by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.Their foreheads touched, Song Yi couldn't break free, so he lowered his eyes not to look at the man, but he could still feel the man's warm breath. "I'm just kidding, Uncle Huang, don't be angry...how about you hit me twice?"

"Who is impatient to get angry with you?" Song Yi eased his expression, "You are a majestic heir, with a hippie smile on your face, it's too immodest."

"Be taught, be taught," Song Jingxin let go of the boy, straightened his body and made an exaggerated bow, and tentatively poked his head forward, "If the emperor's uncle is not angry, then send me that Xiaokong, you are serious Lifelike."

"Slippery tongue!" Song Yi knew that he was lying, but his mood improved a lot, and he raised his eyes uncertainly: "Do you really want it?"

"It's absolutely true!" Song Jingxin made a gesture of swearing.

Song Yi rolled his eyes at him and turned his head away: "If you are sincere, if you finish copying "Tai Zu Xun" ten times today, I will give you a gift."

Ten times of "Tai Zu Xun" was Song Jingxin's daily homework. Song Yi didn't feel ashamed to give it away directly, so he put it in a euphemistic way.Song Jingxin was amused, this little ancestor finally looked like a child, but he didn't dare to say what he thought.

When it was time for dinner, Song Jingxin went to hand in his homework with big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes, but he saw Song Yi with a serious expression, and Wang Yongfu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was standing beside him.

"What's the matter, why didn't you prepare my meal?" Song Jingxin scratched his hair.

"Prince," Song Yi called out, then fell silent for a while, and finally made up his mind, "You pack up and go back to the East Palace, and you've lifted the ban."

"Huh? You don't need to memorize the "Teachers of the Great Ancestor" anymore?" Song Jingxin was at a loss.

"Let's go back, the princess is pregnant." Song Yi said bluntly, he was really unfamiliar with such things as women giving birth, so he felt embarrassed to say it himself.

"Oh, good..." Song Jingxin turned around and went out, leaving a row of footprints in the yard without going through the corridor.

"Ahhh... I'm becoming a father...hahahahahaha..." The crown prince was overjoyed, and ran out of the clan mansion laughing, without going back to the east chamber.

The snow outside had stopped, and in the corridor, Snow Eagle stood alone.King Song Yi of Chu stepped forward and kicked the eagle.But the eagle was frozen hard, and only lost half of its head.When he settled down, Song Yi regretted it a little, but the snow sculpture had been destroyed, and his half-mutilated body was even more of an eyesore.Thick branches Song Jingxin used to practice sword were thrown in the corner of the wall. Song Yi walked over through the snow, picked up the branches, and whipped the broken snow sculpture again and again.

Song Yi exerted all his strength and whipped the eagle many times, and the eagle gradually turned into a broken snow bag.He dropped the branch in frustration, not knowing what he was doing.Wang Yu, who had been standing behind him all this time, approached gently, put his hand behind Song Yi's and patted it slowly. "Who made His Highness angry?"

"...No one messes with this king." Song Yi's voice was muffled.

The little eunuch blinked in confusion: "Then Your Highness?"

"I don't know, what's wrong with me..."

Song Yi pushed Wang Yu away, his thin back was still straight, "Prepare the car and go to Beijing Houfu."

In this snowy day, go to Beijinghou Mansion?Wang Yu felt that he was afraid that his ears were bad.

"Forget it, it's too much trouble," Song Yi said again, "Let's prepare dinner as usual."

"Your Highness!" Wang Yu had a flash of inspiration, as if he understood the meaning of the master, so he shouted: "Mrs. Bei Jinghou won't be bothered!"

"Then there's no need to go." Song Yi said.