Clan House

Song Jingxin originally planned to settle accounts with the King of Chu, but now that he had his sister's orders, he didn't want to make any more troubles.Unexpectedly, on the way back to the palace, His Royal Highness encountered the carriage frame of King Chu in a narrow alley.

"It's really impolite to make the prince faint a few days ago." The curtain of the car was lifted, and it was Song Yi's little head that poked out. "I also invite the prince to come to the humble house for a glass of wine. I have the right to apologize."

We haven't seen each other for a few days, but it seems like we have been apart for a long time.When Song Jingxin heard Song Yi's voice, he felt it was very strange, and couldn't remember whether this person had such a voice before.His heartbeat was faster than before, and his eyes were fixed on the hand that opened the curtain, and he had to wait for the curtain to be lowered to calm down the restlessness in his heart.

Song Yi didn't put down the curtain, as if he wanted to wait for Song Jingxin's answer.He was not in a hurry, and there was a gentle intimacy in his eyes.

"Okay." Song Jingxin heard herself say.

Song Jingxin stayed in Prince Jin's Mansion for a long time, and it was time for dinner when he arrived at Prince Chu's Mansion.Song Yi saw that the weather was good, so he ordered the banquet to be placed in the water pavilion.The Palace of the Prince of Chu is exquisitely built, with flourishing flowers and trees.Song Jingxin and Song Yi were sitting opposite each other. Occasionally, when a breeze blew by, he would see Song Yi's robes fluttering, but what he could smell was the faint fragrance of flowers.

I don't know where Song Yi went before, but he didn't wear ordinary clothes, but a Taoist robe of misty color and fine kudzu, with unusually wide sleeves.He already has a bit of a scholarly scent, so he looks a bit older in this way, like a scholar with a calm temperament.

After dismissing the attendants, Song Yi fiddled with the cup in front of him and asked Song Jingxin, "Have you ever had breakfast?"

Song Jingxin used to be very smart on Song Yi's clothes and hats. Hearing his question, he remembered the matter of the perspiration medicine, and asked Qiao: "The emperor's uncle has hands and eyes all over the sky. Has anyone told you whether I have eaten or not?"

"I guess I didn't eat anything..." Song Yi stood up holding his sleeves, scooped up a bowl of soup and held it in front of Song Jingxin with both hands, "The prince hasn't eaten for a few days, I ordered the kitchen to cook light and easy-to-digest food. You drink first A bowl of soup, so as not to hurt my stomach."

The soup cup was small and exquisite, and Song Yi seldom filled the soup by himself, so he filled it with two spoons.Song Jingxin saw that he was holding the bowl in both hands, the rim of the bowl trembled slightly, barely spilling it out.He quickly took it and put it away, only to feel that the porcelain bowl was slightly hot, and then looked at Song Yi's hands that were too late to retract, the fingertips were slightly red.

Sensing the prince's gaze, Song Yi quickly curled up his fingers. "It's true that this king is wrong about this matter, the prince should not be angry, just drink the soup."

Song Jingxin's face turned red, and when Song Yi said to drink soup, he hurriedly lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of soup, only to realize that his actions were a little urgent. "I ate a few bowls of wontons at the market at noon, and then went to Jinwang Mansion to use some pastries. There is nothing wrong with it, so don't worry about it."

Song Yi peeked at Song Jingxin's face, seeing that he didn't look up, he retreated to his seat and sat down.

"After all, I offended the prince, and I need to pay for it. What do you want..." Song Yi thought for a while, and then said, "Maybe I can promise the prince something."

After all, Song Jingxin had just made up her mind, and was more apprehensive than happy to see Song Yi again.At this moment, the two of them were alone, and there was inevitably a bit of discomfort between words and deeds.According to his usual temperament, it was rare for Song Yi to lower his head once, and he would definitely make progress.

"Actually, it's nothing..." Song Jingxin subconsciously rejected it, but after she said it, she felt that the opportunity was rare, so she changed her words, "What does the emperor's uncle want to promise me?"

"Anything is fine, as long as this king can do it."

While speaking, Song Yi rubbed the rim of the cup repeatedly with his index finger.Song Jingxin noticed this little gesture and found that Song Yi today is very special.In the impression of His Royal Highness, King Chu's manners are better than those of the ladies in the palace, and he seldom makes redundant actions.At this moment, he noticed something unusual, and he didn't know whether it was because he had changed his mentality so that he could observe the subtleties, or if Song Yi also had thoughts and behaved cautiously.

Song Jingxin's heart moved slightly: "Then... can I think about it?"

"Of course you can," Song Yi said, "I'm not in a hurry."

Song Jingxin wanted to pick up the rice sullenly. Seeing that there was only half a bowl of soup in front of him, he picked up the bowl and drank the soup in one gulp.Song Yi didn't move his chopsticks, and watched Song Jingxin's reaction calmly.Seeing Song Jingxin put down the soup bowl, he looked away and sat upright.

Song Jingxin drank in a hurry and didn't taste much. He still held on to the soup bowl, so he picked up the bowl and prepared to put some more soup.It's just that the soup spoon fell in the other direction, Song Yi stepped forward to get it, and scooped a spoon into the bowl that Song Jingxin held up.

"Don't be too busy, Uncle Huang, I'll do it myself!" Song Jingxin put down the soup cup, got up, took the spoon away and threw it away, reaching out to stroke Song Yi's sleeve.

The sleeves of Song Yi's robe are really wide, and the sleeves are not tied, almost rubbing on the dishes.Song Jingxin held his sleeve with one hand, lightly rested on Song Yi's wrist with the other, and pushed it back.He didn't let go of his sleeve until he put Song Yi's right hand back on his stomach.

"The emperor's uncle is very well-dressed today and has an outstanding temperament. Don't get dirty."

Song Yi's body was a little stiff, Song Jingxin took half a step back, turned half of his body and continued to serve the soup, and continued to ask, seemingly unintentionally, "What is the emperor dressed up like today?"

"I went to the wine shop with my fellow disciples," Song Yi said.

"Same sect?" This title sounds quite new.

"It's a student from Meishan Academy, who will come to participate in the Spring Festival next year." Song Yi explained, "Because there is a person who is under Mr. Mei's family, he brought me along during the party."

"Meishan..." Song Jingxin thought of Xun Kuan, this person seemed to have stepped on dog shit, he was promoted extremely fast, and he even helped many people from the Meishan faction.Recently, Song Yi had a close relationship with Xun Kuan, but there are legitimate reasons for it.Song Jingxin shook his head, looked up and saw Song Yi's elegant demeanor, and felt that his suspicions were unreasonable.Presumably because I was talked about too much when I was young, I started to be paranoid.

"What's wrong?" Song Yi asked when he saw his eyes wandering away.

"It's nothing." Song Jingxin smiled, "I just lamented that the emperor's uncle made a lot of friends, but I never left the capital."

Song Jingxin sat down again, he knew Song Yi's temper, so he should have to lecture him.He waited for a long speech, but unexpectedly Song Yi didn't delve into it, and instead said: "The prince bears the safety of the world on his body, so he can only be trapped in the palace, and I have wronged you."

Song Jingxin was flattered and waved his hands again and again: "The emperor's uncle is serious, I... I know the responsibility on my body, and I don't dare to shirk it. It's just that my talents are limited, and my virtues are not enough..."

"Prince, you don't have to be too modest," Song Yi said, "You are a free and easy person, and it is difficult to be trapped in this position. It is already very good to be as you are now."

"Don't talk about the emperor's uncle," Song Jingxin said awkwardly, "I'm afraid I will believe it if you continue to praise me. I know that I have no ability, and now even my father is disappointed in me. If I have half the ability of the emperor's uncle, I, the prince It won’t be where it is today.”

"Prince, you don't need to belittle yourself. You are proficient in bow and horse, and you have acquired good martial arts," Song Yi said, "If you are born in troubled times, or you have the opportunity to expand your territory, you may not be unable to become a generation of hero."

Song Yi didn't know what medicine he took wrongly, but he praised the prince repeatedly.Song Jingxin's cheeks flushed slightly after being praised, but after all, she didn't dare to continue talking about boasting.He half-covered his face, lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, and found that Song Yi hadn't moved his chopsticks, and persuaded him: "Uncle Huang, let's eat quickly, the dishes will be cold by the time we serve them."

Song Yi nodded and served himself vegetables in silence.

Song Jingxin knew that he didn't like to talk too much when eating, so she also buried her head in eating.Both of them were brought up by the court, and they hardly made any noise when they ate, even the cups and plates were very soft.In the water pavilion, only the rustling of leaves and occasional birdsong can be heard.

The chef of Chu Palace served Song Yi for a long time and was very careful.The dishes on the table are light and soft, yet delicious.Song Jingxin was [-]% full, seeing that Song Yi had put down his chopsticks, he also took a cup to drink with him.

Song Jingxin raised his wine glass, and saw that the wine was light and clear, served in a glass cup, reflecting the setting sun very beautifully.It is not intoxicating at the entrance, with a slight floral fragrance in the slightly sweetness.

"But the wine brewed in the house?" Song Jingxin asked.

"The people in my house are used to the rules, and no one is good at this extraordinary skill." Song Yi also poured a cup and sipped it. "It was sent by my aunt the previous month. I don't like drinking, so I didn't open the altar until the prince came to the door today."

aunt?Song Jingxin thought for a while, and remembered that it was Mrs. Bei Jinghou.This marquise is usually low-key, although she lives in Beijing, Song Jingxin doesn't have much impression of her.

With the lessons learned from the past, Song Jingxin didn't dare to stare at Song Yi's wine cup.He took a breath and observed the ripples of the wine in the glass cup. "Is your lady okay?" he asked politely.

"Compared to the past, the situation is much better." Song Yi said, "The Xiao family was able to reverse the case, thanks to the help of the crown prince."

"Don't dare!" Song Jingxin was so flattered by the compliment, he felt his back was itchy, he just wanted to stretch out his hand to grab it, and tried not to move.

"Uncle Huang, please stop praising me!" Song Jingxin pleaded, "I'm just relying on my good birth, if I ask the people to give birth to me, I'm afraid I'll just be a prodigal son!"

Song Yi just found it interesting to see him scratching his ears and cheeks. "If you want to be a prodigal, you need to be born into a wealthy family. If the family is rich, it seems that you can be a prodigal."

"Isn't that the house-to-door method..." Song Jingxin said dully.

"That depends on how prodigal you are," Song Yi said with a smile, "If it's just mischievous, it's fine. As long as you don't rely on force to provoke troubles everywhere, if you don't talk about family law, the law of the country may be sad."

"I really can't say for certain," Song Jingxin said, "If I were to give birth to an ordinary family, I'm afraid I would have left home long ago and gone to become a knight-errant in the Jianghu."

Song Yi pinched the glazed cup on his fingertips, turned it around, and looked down at the light spots reflected by the setting sun. "The prince has the ambition to be a ranger?"

"It's not about ambition, it's just a childhood dream." When mentioning this, Song Jingxin felt a little embarrassed, probably because it was a secret she had never shared with anyone before. "When I was young, I listened to operas and read many legends and novels. I yearned for the life in the Jianghu." Song Jingxin coughed, feeling embarrassed, and said, "Now that I am older, I know that there are only two things in the story. It is true, and the other eight points are fabricated. I also know how difficult the people's livelihood is, and the real life in the rivers and lakes is not happy, and the heroes in the green forest are not as kind and righteous as the stories say.

Song Jingxin's ears were reddish, but Song Yi didn't laugh at him because of it, but was very interested. "And now?" he asked.

"Now, it's clear that I can't be a hero anymore," Song Jingxin said, "But I still hope that I can go out of Beijing in my lifetime and see the great rivers and mountains outside."

"Traveling thousands of miles, reading thousands of books. I used to read ten lines at a glance, and thought I understood a lot of truths. But Mr. Xun persuaded me to go out and have a look. There are more truths that cannot be learned from books." Song Yi seemed to be quite emotional , raised a glass to Song Jingxin, "I wish the crown prince can make his dreams come true one day!"

The wine was sweet, Song Jingxin inadvertently drank some more.Song Yi accompanied him, and after a while his cheeks turned red.At this time, Song Jingxin's words and deeds became much more natural, and he also had the courage to stare at Song Yi's face and appreciate it.

"You're talking about me, what's the emperor uncle doing that you wanted to do but couldn't do when you were young?" Song Jingxin asked.

"Yes." Without thinking, Song Yi put down the glazed cup and met Song Jingxin's eyes.

"Hey!" Song Jingxin let out a silly laugh, poked his head forward, and asked gossipingly, "What's the matter? Even the emperor's uncle is stumped?"

Song Yi was silent for a moment, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said, "I wanted to be an emperor when I was young."

Song Jingxin slammed into the table, knocking the cups and plates on the table a few times.

The glazed cup toppled over, rolled and was about to fall, but Song Jingxin reached out to catch it.He slowly raised his head, looked at Song Yi, rubbed his face again, and murmured, "When did my drinking capacity get worse, and I became drunk after only drinking a few quilts."

However, seeing that Song Yi was still very stable, it was a bit funny to see Song Jingxin's startled appearance.He stood up, approached Song Jingxin, and stretched out two hands to support the prince's cheeks.His hands were cold, trying to cool down the heat on his cheeks, stopped for a while, then turned to the back of his hands to continue cooling down.

Song Jingxin didn't even dare to take a breath, her gaze stayed on the middle of the opponent's nose, and she didn't dare to look up.

I saw Song Yi's lips moved, and a pair of dimples appeared on his cheeks: "Prince, don't be alarmed. It's normal for a prince to want to inherit the throne, just like a merchant's son wants to inherit a shop, and a scholar wants to be an official. It's just that There are many candidates, but there is only one position, and the emperor did not choose me."

When Song Yi was speaking, there was a faint smell of alcohol in his mouth, and he entangled with the servants.Song Jingxin moved his legs uncomfortably and tilted his head back.Song Yi let go of his hands knowingly, and before Song Jingxin could take a breath, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the wine off his body.

The peach blossom wine had a faint pink color, and it stuck to Song Jingxin's ivory-white robe, still leaving some marks.Song Jingxin was very uncomfortable, a hand brushed against her chest repeatedly, the force was too light, neither painful nor itchy.He held his breath, his heart was beating like a drum, and his cheeks were redder than before cooling down.It was only a moment, but Song Jingxin felt that he had endured it for a long time.When Song Yi retreated, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt lost.

Song Yi didn't seem to be able to see Song Jingxin's nervousness, and only thought that he was guarding against his wild words: "Prince, don't be nervous, what I'm talking about is just the past. And look, is your wish more important than my wish?" Is it easier to achieve?"

"Ah, that's right..." Song Jingxin picked up the veil that Song Yi threw in front of him, and he understood another meaning, "Now that you have fulfilled my wish, I will soon fulfill your wish, so to speak , quite by fate."

Song Yi blinked, dimples appeared on his cheeks: "Then His Royal Highness must work hard."