Clan House

Song Jingxin laughed all the way, Song Yi was still a bit embarrassed, but under the prince's unstoppable dislike, the embarrassment also turned into disgust.Several times he wanted to ask someone to tie up the criminal and gag him, but seeing that the criminal was rarely happy, he didn't have the heart to do it.

Song Yi discovered that Song Jingxin was an extremely pure person, but lived in the most impure environment in the world.His noble status has woven a beautiful illusion for him, and if he doesn't pay attention, he will be shattered by the desire for power from the outside world.But his happiness is actually very simple. He has food and clothing, a sword, a jug of wine, an eagle, and a brother.

The crown prince and the king of Chu grew up in similar environments, and in comparison, the king of Chu was even more superior.But Song Jingxin was always carefree, even though he was depressed by the death of the princess, the happiness in his bones was still not extinguished.Compared to Song Yi's full-hearted city, Song Jingxin's current temperament probably wasn't because he could see things openly, but because he thought less.In the past, Song Yi always thought Song Jingxin was an idiot, but now seeing him laughing at a little joke for a long time, he suddenly felt that it was not bad.

Tables have been set up in the Shensi Hall, and the positions are the same as a few years ago.Song Yi's stature is much taller, and he no longer needs to step on the box, his feet can reach the ground, and he sits upright in front of the desk and writes.

Song Jingxin copied the book in a boring way, and changed more than a dozen fonts in a playful way, but he was able to do it with ease.In the copper furnace, the incense had been burned to the end, Song Jingxin probed his head: "Uncle Emperor, it's time for dinner..."

"Shut up before your ancestors!" Song Yi interrupted the prince's voice without even raising his head.

Song Jingxin raised his eyes to sneak a peek at his ancestors, he was always quiet, he could not see majesty, let alone dissatisfaction.He couldn't help but slander in his heart. The second grandfather was good at getting older, and he became more and more good at putting on airs, using his own rules as his own way of writing.His Royal Highness didn't say anything, just picked up the pen and continued to write with his head down.

Song Yi has been busy recently, and the jade certificate was overhauled in the seventh year of Xuanqing, and the rosters sent in from all over the place were piled up into mountains.He also has a personal temperament. He has never worried about other people's work, and he always needs to pay attention to everything to be at ease.The crown prince was noisy, and it was hard to concentrate in the same office with him, which Song Yi had expected a long time ago.Although he lowered his head and flipped through the roster, he parted one ear and waited for the prince to act as a demon.Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement.

Song Yi quietly raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw that the man was actually immersed in writing.He propped his elbows on the table, moved his buttocks, and finally sat back upright.Turning over a page of the roster, there is the record of Jin Wangfu: Jin Prince Song Jingshi, the seventh son of the emperor, Zhengfei Qin, the second daughter of Qin Qingwen, the prime minister of Yousi of Honglu Temple.There are only a few numbers, except for Jin Wang and his wife, there is no one else.

Song Yi lowered his eyes to think, and spread out a piece of white paper again. He was about to write something, but the tip of the pen was smashed by the flying paper ball.The paper was prepared in Shensitang early in the morning, and it was the same texture as the paper on the table in front of me, with ink stains showing through lightly.Song Yi didn't look at the content, but looked at the troublemaker, and saw that the other party was pretending to write with his head down, so he threw the paper ball aside and ignored it.

However, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was not easy to dismiss, and the King of Chu ignored him, and the balls of paper flew down the King of Chu's table one after another.Song Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he raised his head and was waiting to be reprimanded, when he saw the servant put his index finger in front of his mouth and nose, made a gesture of silence, and then he beckoned his ancestor to be at his side with his eyes.

Song Yi twitched the corner of his mouth, reached out and swept the ball of paper to the edge of the desk, folded the written things into strips and stuffed them into his sleeves. "This Shensi Hall, people with foreign surnames are not allowed to enter." Song Yi stood up and straightened his untidy clothes, "Usually Zongzheng and the others sent their nephews and nephews to clean in shifts. Unfortunately, they are not free today, so the prince Your Highness, you can do it for me. The prince is not in a hurry to punish me, the dinner should be ready, you can go out to eat after cleaning the house." After saying that, he turned and left.

In the duty room, Wang Yu leaned on the floor a little cautiously, and gnawed on a peach cake.His bare feet were held by Wang Yongfu and placed on his knees, and he pressed the soles of his feet along the acupoints. "Hey... wait, wait, do you really know..."

"My son is doing well, don't worry, godfather." Wang Yongfu smiled lightly, his eyes were not respectful, but there was always just the right warmth, "Don't choke godfather, drink some tea, my son just brewed it."

Wang Yu patted the dim sum residue at the corner of his mouth, took a sip of tea, relaxed his shoulders and neck and leaned back softly.After Wang Yongfu found the acupuncture point, his hands were gentle and it was very comfortable to press down.Wang Yu exhaled, and gently curled up the toes of the foot that was not held down.

The palace is no better than the palace, and there are not many internal officials with high grades.After returning to Beijing this time, De Lin, who had been serving Song Yi, retired, and Wang Yu took the position of entrustment in the Chu Palace.He is still young, usually gentle and kind but not powerful, always worried that people will look down on him. "When I was in the palace, those old eunuchs were very dignified. Now that our family has an official position, why can't we show that style? Is it because our family is young?"

"Although the godfather is young, he is the most gentle and loving, and never bullies others with power," Wang Yongfu said, turning his sore hands by changing his feet, "People in our palace love you the most. , how do you compare with those old things!"

"Count your sweet mouth!" Wang Yu snorted comfortably, pulled the teacup to moisten his throat, "You are the only son in our family, and we need to spend more time caring for you in the future." The foot that was pressed just now was light Like a feather, the toes went over the belt and went up, pointing Wang Yongfu's belly.The young servant was itchy from being kicked, and he held his godfather's ankle with his backhand.

Wang Yu was taken aback, his legs shook inwards, and his knees touched his knees.He turned his head to look at the porcelain cup that held the tea, the glaze was warm and moist, and immediately he didn't understand the guilty conscience at the moment, and turned his head to meet the young man's eyes.

Wang Yongfu is in his twenties and has read some books when he was a child. Although he is a adopted son, he knows more truths than his ignorant foster father.He grew up before purifying himself. He is quite tall, with sharp and thick eyebrows, warm and affectionate eyes, a straight nose, and thick lips.

Wang Yu felt his face was hot, and his lips, which had just been moistened with tea, began to dry out.He exerted some strength, pulled his feet back and sat cross-legged, and covered them with the hem of his clothes.Looking at Wang Yongfu again, there was only a trace of doubt in his eyes, but he was still gentle.

Someone knocked on the door outside: "Master, the table noodles you ordered to go to Zhang's restaurant have been delivered, do you want to put your clothes down?"

"You guys wait first, I'll ask His Highness for instructions." Wang Yongfu responded, then turned to see Wang Yu sitting a little further away, holding one sock in his hand and looking for another.He felt a little funny, held back in his heart, leaned over and pushed Wang Yu's buttocks.The man was so frightened that he almost bounced up, and with a flushed face, he saw another sock in Wang Yongfu's hand.Still serious, Wang Yongfu tore off the socks from Wang Yu's hands, and squatted on the ground to help him put on his shoes and socks.

After Wang Yongfu had washed his hands, Wang Yu came to his senses: "Why did you order the dishes from the Zhang Family Restaurant? Your Highness was invited to visit once before, and he didn't like the food at his house, so he almost didn't touch his chopsticks. "

"The soup of the Zhang Family Restaurant is rich and heavy, and it is indeed not His Royal Highness's preference." Wang Yongfu replied, "But His Highness called the name today, perhaps to cater for His Royal Highness's taste."

Wang Yu thinks it makes sense: "You are still smart. His Royal Highness has helped our Chu Palace, and His Highness has been paying more and more attention to His Royal Highness recently. You don't have to be busy, I will serve His Highness myself."

"Son, let's go." Wang Yongfu said.

"Your Highness doesn't like being served by others," Wang Yu waved his hand, and said again, "Look at the banquet first, I'll call Your Highness, follow me later, and pay attention to His Royal Highness's instructions."

"Yes." Wang Yongfu opened the door for Wang Yu, and he changed his posture again, walking with his body bowed.

The two left the guard room, and before they could separate, they saw the king of Chu walking towards the main hall.Song Yi ordered the meeting not to start in a hurry, and he handed Wang Yongfu a note, sending him out to do business.He also asked Wang Yu to make a cup of tea and drank it leisurely for a long time.

"What bad idea did Your Highness think of to torment His Highness the Crown Prince?" Wang Yu asked in a low voice.

Song Yi gave the silly boy a blank look, but didn't answer.

Song Jingxin is already in the palace for the second time, and she understands Song Yi's uncompromising temperament.After the man left, he put down the pen and paper and found a duster to clean up the dust.Fortunately, this Shensi hall is diligent in cleaning, and with the king of Chu as the immediate boss, even the children of the clan dare not neglect it.Although Song Jingxin did not work according to the law, she didn't find it difficult.

On Song Yi's desk, there were a lot of paper balls.Song Jingxin originally planned to throw them into the dustpan, but changed his mind.He unfolded the crumpled paper balls one by one, stacked them together and pressed them down with a paperweight.By chance, I scanned the list sent by the clan's mansion, and it was the list of Jin Wang's mansion.

King Jin has been married for nearly three years, and there is no news of any of the wives and concubines in the mansion being pregnant.I'm afraid it is, and the queen will show up to Song Jingshi in a short time.This is really a troublesome matter. When the Jade Document is completed, the elders don't know what to think when they see that King Jin's page is bare.It would be fine if I just sent some concubines, I'm afraid my father will ask the imperial doctor to show Jin Wang his body.

Compared with a few years ago, Song Yi treated Song Jingxin quite tolerantly.Even though she still lives in the former wing room at night, Song Jingxin's range of activities is not limited to the courtyard of Shensi Hall.Wang Yu led people to set up a meal in the inner courtyard of the government office. After Song Yi washed his hands and rinsed his mouth, he found that the meal was still warm.

Thinking about her sister's heir, Song Jingxin ate dinner absent-mindedly, not realizing Song Yi's thoughtful care at all.

Song Yi was afraid of being greasy, so he lost his appetite looking at the table full of delicacies.He has strict self-discipline and never reduces his meals due to emotions. In the end, he drank two bowls of porridge with a plate of fried shredded pork.This meal was really hard, Song Yi secretly planned in his heart that he would not eat with His Highness the Crown Prince again in the future.

"The emperor's uncle eats so much meat!" Song Jingxin ate his fill out of his thoughts, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and saw Song Yi picky about shredded pork, eating one by one in small bites.He couldn't help laughing, and scooped a large piece of meat into Song Yi's bowl together with the soup: "The emperor's uncle tried his Dongpo meat, it was fat but not greasy, and the color was also good-looking, very appetizing. "

The dark sauce smeared in the white porridge, and Song Yi watched the changes in the food, making a face to the pork belly the size of a baby's fist.

"What's the matter, Uncle Huang, you don't like this?"

Song Yi felt full, but his upbringing prevented him from leaving the table with the food in his bowl.His Highness the King of Chu made up his mind, scooped up the fat with restraint, took a mouthful of it with hatred, and vomited it out before he could swallow it. "No, this...cough cough..."

"Wang Yu..." Song Yi had just called someone, and Wang Yu had already brought over the prepared tea.He took the tea, but didn't drink it, but spat it out after rinsing his mouth, and the palace servants had already prepared a spittoon.

This well-trained posture made Song Jingxin secretly surprised. "Is the emperor's uncle sick and has a poor appetite?"

"It's okay." Song Yi waved his hand and ordered his attendants to remove the dishes he had used. He really couldn't eat any more. "My king has not eaten meat for five years. I am used to it. Recently, I have to eat some because of the advice of the imperial physician." .Now I can only eat a small amount of lean meat, and I have tried to eat other things a few times, but I can’t use it. They see it more, and they get used to it.”

"Being a vegetarian for five years?" Song Jingxin was surprised. Looking back, he had never seen Song Yi eat meat.I have never heard that the king of Chu believed in Buddhism. I guess it was not because of his belief that he was a vegetarian, and he changed for some unknown reason.Five years later, Song Jingxin was thinking wildly, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration: "Is the emperor's uncle keeping his filial piety for the emperor's great-grandfather and great-grandmother?"

Song Yi glanced at him and acquiesced to the question.

"It's my fault." Song Jingxin stood up from the table, and bowed to the King of Chu, "Xin was ignorant back then, so she shouldn't be teasing the emperor's uncle."

Song Yi raised his eyebrows, with a slight smile in his eyes: "No need, you have to copy the ancestral instructions for how many salutes you give to this king. Sit down and eat, the food is getting cold."

"My palace is ready to eat. Since the emperor's uncle doesn't want to eat, let's leave the table." Song Jingxin sat down again, and also ordered tea to rinse his mouth. "The chef of Zhang's restaurant is from the west, and the taste is a bit strong. The emperor Uncle is like this now, it's better to eat something lighter, it's better to ask the cook in the mansion to cook it. You have returned to Beijing soon, could it be that the cook's cooking is not suitable, or how about I send a capable cook from the East Palace to the palace?"

"That's fine," Song Yi smiled, and didn't refuse, "A cook is transferred from your small kitchen. You can write a list of what you want to eat, and give it to the cook to prepare in advance. So that you don't have to wait until your sentence expires and go out Someone outside said that the king abused you."

"Hey Emperor Uncle, I have already apologized for not bringing such a thing..." Song Yi was dissatisfied, "You haven't finished finding old debts..."