Clan House

The children turned their heads when they heard the sound, and seeing that it was the emperor, they all knelt down to greet Song Yi.

Song Yi excused himself, raised his right arm, and Xiao Er consciously ran over to hold his hand.

Ignoring Song Jingye's uneasiness, Song Yi went to see the servant first.I saw the child kneeling on the ground, his hands clenched into fists, his back tensed stiffly.Song Yi got closer, and the dragon boots came into the eyes of the servant.The child lowered his head lower, and the loose hair behind his head fell down, revealing a fair neck.

"What's going on?" Song Yi raised his eyes and asked the lecturer.

"Report to Your Majesty," the lecturer replied with a bow, "this little servant accidentally broke the book set you gave to the emperor and grandson when he was carrying it."

Song Yi just listened to a few words, and he already understood the whole story, so he didn't express his opinion after hearing the words, and went to see Song Jingye again.Song Jingye was also secretly looking at him, but when he was caught suddenly, he lowered his head in panic.

"Grandson has done it before. He didn't take good care of the gifts from the emperor's uncle." Song Jingye said in a hoarse voice.

"You are the emperor's grandson, and you have no duty to take care of things." Song Yi said indifferently, seeing that Song Jingye was still bowing his head, he felt unhappy, "Since you are panicked, then tell me, what should I do with this little servant?"

"Destroying something bestowed by the emperor is disrespectful to the emperor." Song Jingye's voice was lacking confidence, and he clenched his side clothes with both hands, "According to the palace rules set by the Taizu, you should be... killed with a stick."

The little servant's tense back began to tremble, responding to Song Jingye's trembling voice.Xiao'erben was still supporting Song Yi's arm, but when he heard this, he let go of his hands and shouted: "Your Majesty, don't want it!"

Song Yi originally had a sullen face, but he didn't want to scare the little girl, so he calmed down and asked her, "Why, Jiahui knows him?"

After Zhu Qiyou's meritorious service, Song Yi took the opportunity to make Xiao'er the county monarch, and Jiahui was her title.

"Yes," Xiao'er said, "he works in the study, we meet every day when we go to school."

"Isn't this child from Jing Ye?" Song Yi asked.

The lecturer quickly replied: "Reporting to Your Majesty, this child was picked up by the minister in the inner study room to serve the emperor's grandson and the young masters and ladies to study."

"Since that's the case, how did the accompanying students in the school work as a personal servant?"

After Song Yi finished asking, he raised his eyes to look at Song Jingye, and saw that he was also confused and didn't know the whole story.He sighed in his heart, looked down at the little servant: "What's your name?"

The little servant Xu was frightened and stupid, and didn't realize that the emperor was asking him.On the contrary, Xiao'er went over and knelt down, and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, little eunuch, His Majesty is asking you something! What's your name?"

The child was so strong that he patted the servant's shoulder so that it shook.

"Slave, He Huaimin."

"Huai Min, look up at me," Song Yi said, "tell me what's going on."

"Reporting to Your Majesty, earlier, the pine nuts serving His Royal Highness ate his stomach, so he begged his servant to help him deliver books to His Highness. The servant was careful all the way, not wanting someone to rush by halfway and hit the servant. The servant tried his best He fell to the ground and hugged the bookcase in his arms, never thinking that he would break the jade. The damage to the bookshelf is the fault of the servant, please punish him."

This little servant got into a catastrophe, he was clearly terrified, but he still spoke clearly and articulately.Song Yi thought he was good, but when he heard that he didn't plead for him in the end, he gave him a higher look.

"You can see clearly, who bumped into you?" Song Yi asked.

Huai Min shook his head: "At that time, the servant was only concerned with protecting the bookcase, and when the servant's body stabilized, he would have lost sight of that person."

"In the Forbidden Palace, no one dares to move fast," Song Jingye said suddenly, "There is no proof, no evidence, Anzhi is not your excuse!"

"The servant did not lie..." Huai Min lowered her eyes, a little sad.

Song Jingye didn't wait for him to finish his sentence, and said quickly: "Uncle Emperor, grandson thought it was this slave who lied. He damaged the imperial gift, not only did not admit his guilt, but also deliberately shirked it. It is too much!"

Song Yi's expression was calm, and he stared at Song Jingye for a while, until he calmed down and lowered his head.

"Do you mean to put him to death?"

Song Jingye put his trembling hands behind his back, and gritted his teeth: "Grandson thinks that palace rules cannot be violated...but he is still young, so maybe he can, he can..."

"Can what?"

"If he has family and friends that he can't let go of, grandson can send some money out of the palace from the monthly case, so that they can live in peace." Song Jingye is only seven years old, and has never executed palace people, so it is very embarrassing to say this. Reluctantly, the body trembled uncontrollably.

Song Yi sneered in his heart, saying that it was impossible not to be disappointed, but he was more fortunate in his heart.Song Yi was also a little surprised at his cold-bloodedness, because the first thing he thought of was that fortunately this was not his child.

Xiao'er wanted to continue pleading, but before she grabbed the emperor's sleeve and acted like a baby, he was startled by the other's expression.She thought about it, and finally knelt upright beside Huai Min. "Your Majesty, I bumped into him, so kill me as well!"

Song Yi sighed, thinking that this mess could indeed end, the child's carelessness was like that of a courtier, it's so boring.

"Jiahui, it's not good to lie." Facing the child, his tone was still gentle, but careful people could tell that he lost his patience.

"I do not have……"

"The county lord is lying, Your Majesty don't believe her!" Before Xiao'er finished speaking, Huai Min rushed to speak, "Although this servant did not see the man's face clearly, but he is wearing the green clothes of Little Fire, he is definitely not the county lord!"

"This is your only chance to escape the crime." Song Yi said.

"The county lord is righteous and cannot bear to see the servant die." Huai Min choked up and said, "But the servant has committed a crime and should be punished with death. There is no reason for others to suffer together. The servant has read a few books with the master in the inner study, although I am not worthy of being a gentleman, but I don’t want to be a villain.”

Song Yi actually smiled: "You really can't be a gentleman, 'A gentleman can't stand under a dangerous wall', have you ever learned this sentence?"

"I have learned." Huai Min said.

"Huai Min, you are really not smart at all, I'm sorry for the person who named you." Song Yi laughed.

Huai Min was stunned, raised his eyes to look at the Son of Heaven, and suddenly realized that this act was disrespectful, and hurriedly lowered his head.

"Rusong, who entrusted you to do things, is your best friend?" Song Yi asked him.

Huai Min shook his head: "This servant and Ru Song have only met each other a few times, so they are not familiar with each other."

Song Yi was tired and dizzy again.Seeing that the situation was not right, Wang Yu leaned over to help his arm, but was waved away.

"Go and find out what's going on with Rusong, don't wrong anyone." Song Yi told him, then turned to look at the lecturer again: "Everyone who talked to me today will be fined to copy "The Analects of Confucius" ten times. , I wrote it and sent it to Qianqing Palace for me."

Until the emperor drove away, Huai Min was still kneeling on the ground, staring blankly at the emperor's back.His time in the palace was still young, and this day was the most thrilling, and he realized that there were many things he didn't understand.

As soon as Song Yi left, the child jumped up on his knees.Song Jingye eagerly reached out to help her, but he avoided her in disgust.It's just that he knelt down, but it wasn't that he couldn't get up, what did he need someone to help him with.The child didn't have time to pay attention to the hypocrisy of the emperor's grandson, so naturally he didn't care about He Huaimin who was kneeling beside him.

"What do you mean?" Song Jingye was extremely upset, but Xiao'er was his only friend, and he didn't want to tear himself apart with her.

"It's not interesting." Xiao'er turned his head and made a face at him, "I'm annoying you, I don't want to play with you anymore!"

After returning to Qianqing Palace, Song Yi summoned the imperial physician to perform acupuncture.His illness is not serious, but it occurs from time to time, and there is no tendency to improve.

"The Forbidden Palace is dry and hot. If Your Majesty doesn't want to go to Beihai, you can go to Yanqing Palace to escape the heat." The imperial physician couldn't help but suggest to Song Yi.

"Let's talk about it later." Song Yi was noncommittal.

After the imperial doctor left, soothing incense was lit in the sleeping hall.Because Song Yi was still young, the imperial physician did not dare to prescribe too much dosage for him.Song Yi was lying in bed with his clothes on, and he didn't sleep well this time, with frequent dreams in his mind.There was Zhu Qiyou in the dream, Song Yi wanted to see his current situation, but he couldn't see his face clearly.It was about time for dinner, Song Yi thought it was time to get up, but he experienced a ghost pressure on the bed, and he couldn't wake up no matter what.

After tossing like this for a long time, Song Yi felt that he had slept all night, and it was probably too late to go to court, so Wang Yu gently pushed him awake.

Wang Yu hung up the bed curtain and bowed over to help Song Yi get up.Song Yi got angry and slapped the eunuch's hand away.

"Didn't I call you after an hour? Why did it take so long?" Song Yi said displeased.

"It's exactly an hour, and the slaves are remembering the count." Wang Yu said.

Song Yi glanced at him, frowned, and said nothing.In just one hour, he seemed to have slept for a whole day, feeling uncomfortable all over.

Wang Yu looked at his words and helped Song Yi up: "Your Majesty didn't sleep well? Does your head still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, I feel drowsy." Song Yi put on his shoes under the service of the servant, "Open the window."

Song Yi sat down by the window, pulled out the book and held it in his hand, and remembered what he told Wang Yu before going to bed.

"The one next to Jing Ye..."

"Ru Song." Wang Yu reminded.

"Yes, Rusong." Song Yi said, "Did you find out?"

"Yes, my servant sent someone to bring Ru Song back for questioning. He was the one who broke the set of books and planted it on He Huaimin." Wang Yu put out the censer and ordered dinner to be served.The two asked and answered, but they didn't pay attention to Ru Song who broke the rules.

Wang Yu stared at the table setting, saw that Song Yi had nothing to say for a long time, and asked again: "Arrange a new attendant for your highness, would your majesty want to see it?"

"What does it have to do with me?" Song Yi threw the folder back to the desk, "Let his adoptive mother choose for himself, don't ask me about any trivial matters."

Wang Yu pondered Song Yi's meaning, as if he had given up on Song Jingye, and felt a little pity in his heart.He didn't say much, just as the dinner was already set, he stood aside to serve the emperor's meal.

In the past two years, Song Yi's temper has become worse and worse, and even Wang Yu, who has been with him since childhood, has become more careful.Seeing that the army from the Northern Expedition was about to return, and with Zhu Qiyou by his side in the future, maybe the emperor's temper would improve a little bit, and those who served them would also feel better.