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When Song Yi woke up, it was broad daylight. He clutched his drowsy head due to hangover, and asked the maid at the side: "What time is it now?"

"Going back to Your Highness, it's already time. Do you want your slaves to dress up for breakfast?"

Song Yi looked at the strange maid in front of him, and thought for a long time before he realized that this was in the palace of Song Dynasty, not the felt tent of Huheqin. Keyada would bring him a bowl of hot goat milk and pour a glass of it. Hot butter tea.

"Ah."

Breakfast was exquisite snacks and hot porridge, which he hadn't seen for a long time.Before Song Yi finished eating, a waiter came to pass the word, saying that the third brother wanted to see him.

The emperor's order is hard to break, and Song Yi also understands that Song Jia, who has become the emperor, is different from the third brother who dotes on his younger brother.

Following the servant all the way through many corridors, turned a corner, and arrived at the Golden Palace. Song Jia was holding a vermilion pen to review the memorial. It is an inextricable fold.

"Get up, what are you doing kneeling?" Song Jia closed her eyes and rubbed between her brows, looking very tired, "Are you sober?"

Song Yi didn't quite remember what he said last night, he just thought that he made a fool of himself in front of Song Jia, so he smiled embarrassedly: "Wake up, please worry about me, Your Majesty."

"Xiaoqi, when I ask you next, you have to answer truthfully, and don't worry about anything or anyone." Song Jia obviously paused, "I'm asking you, what do you think about Huheqin and Yeluling? If you don't go back and stay in Shangjing, I will change your identity and bring your mother into your house, and you can marry again, and no one will gossip about the marriage I arranged for you..."

Song Yi could see that Song Jia really wanted to keep him in Shangjing, but he didn't think too much about it because the third brother couldn't bear him to go away to the grassland.

So he shook his head and said softly: "Why do you all seem to feel that I am wronged by asking me to go to the Huheqin Grassland? Actually, I found that I quite like the unfettered life there. There is no clear class and system like Song Dynasty , the communication between people is sincere and enthusiastic, the folk customs are simple, and the neighbors are harmonious, it is actually a suitable place for me, and, most importantly...my heart is left there, how can a person live without it?"

As he spoke, the expression on his face softened again.

"Is the person you said you like Yelu Ling, Egon Khan?"

"Yes, I will go back in the near future, and this time I come back only to see His Majesty and Mother. I can't be filial..."

"You should stay in Shangjing for a while longer, and think carefully about where you want to live, and don't judge lightly... Next month, there will be a banquet for the princes and border area leaders from all over the world, and Yeluling will also be there. Come on, you can see him when the time comes, so why rush?"

Song Yi thought for a while, and it was indeed not bad for a few days, so he nodded and said: "Your Majesty's words are very true, then I will stay longer."

His mansion outside the palace had been cleaned, so he left the palace. After all, he was no longer the unmarried little prince, and the emperor was no longer his father, and he was already Hu Heqin's man. The palace is always bad, so after visiting his mother, he left the palace early and moved into his mansion.

He lived alone, so he didn't need too many servants, so he only left a few servants and a housekeeper. The housekeeper's surname was Zhang. The housekeeper yelled awkwardly, so he simply called him Uncle Zhang.He is not a person who likes to join in the fun. When he was a child in the palace, in order to avoid gossip, he rarely went to those large banquets, and he didn't often hang out with other princes. Over time, he developed the habit of going to the library to browse book habit.The royal collection, of course, has all kinds of precious and rare books. He is not very picky about reading. In order to pass the time, he often stays in the library for a whole day. He even reads several books on farming, covering a wide range of subjects. .Song Yi remembered that when he was in the Huheqin Grassland, he often saw the caravans bringing silk, tea, and colored porcelain from the Central Plains when they came back. Almost every caravan would choose these things to sell back, and the price on the grassland was still low. Very expensive, only a few people can afford it.

So Song Yi went out and bought two baskets of silkworms and mulberry leaves, and studied how to raise silkworms at home.The temperature in the Huheqin Grassland is not suitable for growing tea, and it is really difficult to learn how to burn porcelain in an earthen kiln. The only way to learn is to raise silkworms, but it seems that you can do it anywhere, and it is relatively quick to learn and easy to use, so Song Yi found Two books, and a pen to kill time every day facing a bunch of white and fat silkworms.

He often thought of Yeluling, and sometimes he was angry that Yeluling refused to listen to his ideas, and threw him back to the Song Dynasty so casually, did he really care about him at all, so he bribed a former Huheqin, a Tatar who came to Beijing to do business, asked him to go back with the caravan, and tried to find a way to spread the false news about his life in the Song Dynasty. Most importantly, it must be passed into the ears of Yeluling inside!

The fake news is that Song Yi returned to the Song Kingdom, and spent the whole day leisurely, staying in the place of fireworks all day, very romantic and carefree.

Passing this news to Yeluling, one is to make him angry, to force Yeluling to see what is in his mind, and secondly, to use this to provoke Yeluling to come to Beijing to find himself .

He didn't believe it, it was all like this, Yeluling could still bear it.

Song Yi squatted happily in the mansion throwing mulberry leaves, while thinking that if Yeluling came to him, he would definitely teach Yeluling a lesson, and see if he dares to let go of himself next time!

He would ask Uncle Zhang every day: "Uncle Zhang, is anyone coming to see me today?"

Uncle Zhang answered exactly the same every day: "No."

"Really?" Song Yi pinched the mulberry leaves aggrievedly, squatting in the corner, and quickly turned into a mushroom, "How is this possible? How could he not come to me!"

After a long time, even Uncle Zhang became a little impatient with him, and the first thing he said every day when he saw Song Yi must be "No."

Song Yi was like this, accompanied by a bunch of white and fat bugs, and when the last one formed a white cocoon, the grand banquet in the Shangjing Imperial Palace finally began.

Seeing Yeluling goodbye, Song Yi felt very complicated.Above the main hall, Yeluling was sitting behind a low table, the mask had been removed from his face, his eyes were very indifferent, and he couldn't see whether he liked or disliked. When Song Yiluo sat beside him, he just nodded slightly , then turned to watch the singing and dancing in the hall, it seemed that all the attention was on the graceful dancing postures of the dancers.

Song Yi felt that Yeluling looked fine, but he was about to explode first.He knew what the suffocation in his heart was like. The sour smell came up from his throat, making him feel that the grapes and wine he swallowed seemed to be drinking vinegar, and the sour eyebrows and eyes were squeezed together, which seemed more real. His eyes were firmly attached to the group of dancers.

What's so good about this group of vulgar fans? !Except that her breasts are a little bigger than him, she is obviously not half as good-looking as him! ! !

Song Yi was worried about Yeluling's vision again.