When the scenery is right

, the place to stay is a folk house with a Jiangnan style.

It was not until the next morning that I picked up the beautiful scenery that I missed last night.It was dark last night, and I couldn't take a closer look at the scenery here. A green stream flowed slowly in front of the house. There were three or five women in skirts playing in the water by the stream. Not far away, there were boatmen creaking and creaking. Rowing past, the awning boats strung together the warmth of every family among the clear walls and black tiles.

Meng Shiqing went out early in the morning without knowing what to do, and sent someone to accompany Jinghe to stroll around.The accompanying person seemed to be the owner of the private house he was staying in.

The owner of the house is a native of Jiaxing. He speaks Wu Nong's soft language. He can hear the scenery and his head. How can he communicate with different languages?The two talked about the scenery for half a day and gradually understood the meaning.But he forgot that if there hadn't been those changes back then, he would have been the same as the person in front of him. The charm of the water country in his blood made him step on the bluestone, giving birth to a strange tenderness.

There are many alleys and deep houses here, and the long and short alleys go around. A clear stream bypasses those gates and finds the big river to flow in.The house owner accompanied Jing He to a slightly wider alley. There were many stalls on both sides of the street. From the street to the end of the alley, there was a sweet and warm food fragrance.There are many things and things that I have never seen on the streets of the capital. Now I can't put it down when I encounter these novelty things. I can touch them here and touch them there.

The fortune teller walked past him with a rag flag on his back, and then came back and stopped in front of him after a while.

"I see your seal is black..."

Jing He raised his hand to signal to hit him, but the fortune-teller stopped abruptly, and sighed when he saw his hostile face: "My child is stubborn, stubborn."

Seeing him shake the fortune-telling flag with several holes patched twice, Jing He mocked: "The guys who eat are all broken, how dare you tell fortunes for others?"

The fortune teller looked displeased after being underestimated, and raised his voice, "Don't underestimate me!"

Jinghe looked at him with arms folded but smiled silently.

The fortune teller twirled his short mustache twice, and said in a spirited voice, "I see you have peach blossoms on your face..."

"You said just now that my face is dark."

The fortune teller said: "Exactly, hatred arises from love, greed arises from love, anger arises from thoughts, and resentment arises from not being able to."

Jing He felt that it was not unreasonable to hear what he said, but it seemed that it had nothing to do with him.

Jing He asked, "What does this have to do with me?"

The fortune-teller raised the fortune-telling banner and pointed to a place, Shi Ran said: "That place is just right, you might as well go there and have a look."

Hearing what he said, Jing He didn't intend to go that way. When he went shopping, he encountered a magic stick. It's autumn now, where did it come from?

The fortune-teller waved his fortune-telling flag and left in a frenzy, leaving behind a line of poetry: "The scenery just doesn't know each other, and it's as good as the mediocrity of the world."

Jing He asked the house owner where the fortune teller was referring to, the house owner said in a low voice, Jing He vaguely heard that it seemed to be related to Meng Shiqing, and decided to go and have a look.

If it's a coincidence, it's too coincidental. The two poems left by the fortune teller are not exactly my name——Jing He!

☆, former residence

Jing He followed the house owner to the long street. There were shops of all kinds along the street, including antique calligraphy and painting, silk and satin, rouge and gouache... everything.

The owner of the house looked at the alley and said to himself: "The prince's fief is here, and this place is all the prince's property."

Jing He looked at those popular shops in astonishment, thinking that Meng Shiqing was really rich.

"Do you know where he is now?" Jing He asked.

The house owner stretched out his hand to signal, "My lord said that if you want to go, let me accompany you. Please come with me."

Jing He followed the owner of the house to a big house with a closed door. Seeing that it was the owner of the house, the gatekeeper opened the door for them and let them in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw an unexpected person—Shang Yuan.

"Shang Xiaoyuan?! Why are you here??"

When Shang Yuan saw Jing He coming, he was also taken aback: "Brother Jing? Why are you here too?"

Meng Shiqing Shi Shiran walked out of the room and said with a smile, "Since you're here, let's have a meal together."

Jing He only felt that Shang Yuan's appearance was extremely strange, and he didn't know that Shang Yuan was here to help him make a batch of wooden tools until Meng Shiqing explained.

"When did Brother Jing have such friendship with the prince?" Shang Yuan asked curiously.

Jing He said calmly: "My lord is friendly in every way, why should I be friends with him? It's you..."

Shang Yuan said as a matter of course: "The prince knows a hero with his eyes."

Jing He: "..."

After the meal, Meng Shiqing still had some trivial things to deal with and didn't have time to take care of the two of them, so Jing He and Shang Yuan wandered around.

Shang Yuan said, "Brother Jing, I have a word of advice for you."

Seeing Shang Yuan's serious face, Jing He didn't dare to joke, and said seriously, "Say it."

"You should stay away from the prince." Shang Yuan said.

"What?" Jing He asked in surprise, "Why?"

Shang Yuan spread his hands in front of Jing He's eyes. His hands were full of small cuts and calluses from years of training, "There are some things I can't say. But he is by no means as simple as you imagine."

Jing He smiled and said, "I know, he wants to be the emperor." As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Yuan covered his mouth.

Shang Yuan widened his eyes and asked, "How do you know?"

Jing He blinked, and said with a smile: "I'm not stupid. I heard him talking to the queen mother that day, and I just guessed in my heart. Now that you say that today, I know."

Shang Yuan was terrified, looked around, and said, "I can't say that, even I'm just guessing."

Jing He said: "Today's son is young, weak and sick, and the first emperor has few heirs. It is normal for Meng Shiqing to be emperor."

Shang Yuan shook his head, "It's not that simple. The prince came to me a few days ago and asked if I could make Liannu. I guess he lacks a strong army."

"Liannu?" Jing He glanced at the mansion thoughtfully, "That's why he asked you to do this?"

Shang Yuan pulled him down to a more remote corner, and whispered: "You will never guess how many skilled craftsmen he has hidden in that house, there are 80 craftsmen besides me, and they are here day and night to make Liannu. "

Jing He said: "He can justifiably inherit the Datong. Even if someone opposes him, he will be backed by the Queen Mother's faction. Why do you need so many weapons?"

Shang Yuan nodded and said, "So I said it's not that simple."

Jing He frowned and thought for a while, then smiled in relief for a long time: "Forget it, it doesn't matter who is the emperor. You and I are just looking at the factional disputes in the court. Thank you for your kind reminder. I will pay attention to it."

In the evening Jing He met Meng Shiqing at the house, and Meng Shiqing asked him if he had a good day, Jing He nodded and said that it was novel and interesting.Meng Shiqing also said that he would be fine tomorrow, and he was quite familiar with Jiaxing, so he could take him there by himself.

After waking up the next morning, the two stared at each other in embarrassment for a long time. It turned out that Jinghe had visited all the nearby places. Meng Shiqing thought for a while, and asked with a smile: "I heard that your ancestor is here, do you want to go?" have a look?"

Jing He knew in his heart that Meng Shiqing must have known all eight generations of his ancestors. He had also heard that his hometown was somewhere in Jiaxing. It is also convenient to find, so I even want to see it.

The wild grass is luxuriant, the walls are broken and the tiles are broken, and three or five butterflies are flying among the grass half a person's height.In Jiaxing, a rich land of fish and rice, there is also this dilapidated piece that has been forgotten by the world.

Jinghe looked at a narrow old alley in front of him. The bright red paint of the mahogany gate had faded, and the mottled boards were moth-eaten underneath. Layer after layer of lush green moss has accumulated on the stone slab.The word "Jing" can be seen faintly on the green brick beside the door.

Meng Shiqing said: "There used to be a family named 'Jing' here. I sent someone to investigate. There are not many people surnamed Jing here. Later, this family was the only one who went to Beijing for the exam. I guess it was..."

Before he finished speaking, Jing He went to push the door.

Although the wooden door has been eroded and worm-eaten over the years, and it is extremely fragile due to the rain and wind, the humidity here and the continuous autumn rain made the door swell, Jing He tried hard to push the door but it could not be pushed open. He looked back at him gratefully, his eyes were slightly red.

The courtyard is deep, and a huge apricot tree has empty branches, and the apricot leaves full of trees have turned into a field of spring mud to protect the flowers in the coming year.There are swallows nesting on the eaves in front of the hall, and from time to time a few flying insects bump into the spider webs in the corner.

Those stale and old memories came flooding back.

"Whose wild child is this? It made my child cry!"

"Isn't this the son of the old bustard in the Xianke Pavilion? He came here to harm others at such a young age?"

"Hey, there are little things that were born by the father but not raised by the father."

"Jing He! My mother said your mother is dirty, and told me not to play with you!"

The little child stood there helplessly crying loudly, his little face was dirty, he didn't understand why he had to suffer such malice because he just won the game.

In the next game, he deliberately gave water to other children, but the child who won the game laughed at him for his incompetence.A child without a father is bullied but no one cries.The mother said that a man would not flick his tears easily, and that he would be spanked if he cried.

Although he always has a smile on his face and is often said to be spineless, it is because there is a soft place in his heart that cannot be touched.

Jing He rubbed his eyes, but Meng Shiqing stopped him when he raised his foot to enter the room.

Meng Shiqing said: "There has been no one living here for a long time, and most of the structures of the houses can't support it. It's dangerous to go in. It's good to look outside. If you still want to come, I'll have someone repair it before you come back."

Jing He nodded and stood there quietly. He was sad because of the osmanthus wine that day. Today, his hometown is close at hand, which reminds him of his childhood memories.He was not a weak person since he was a child, and he was taught well by Luya. He never resented those neighbors who spoke ill of him, but over the years, he has always had a slight regret in his heart.If only... I could meet the missing father.

There is the sound of pounding clothes in the distance, and the smoke rises from several places. Many working people return home to eat at midday. There are still a few people living in the old alley. Jinghe looks thoughtfully at the light smoke under the sky. .

Meng Shiqing said: "Don't worry too much, let him get over the past."

Jing He blinked his jerky eyes, smiled at him and said, "I made you laugh."

Meng Shiqing cursed, "What nonsense are you talking about?" He walked over and took his hand naturally, "Are you hungry?"

Jing He hurriedly nodded.Food always has a magical effect of soothing people's hearts.

Tossing back and forth for a long time, when I returned to the old house, it was the time when the dusk was fading away. The women in the clothes were smiling and Qianxi went back hand in hand with their female companions. Going home from work, the sky and night are as cold as water, and three or five fireflies fly out from under the shadow of the trees by the river, looking for a bright spot, they rush on it desperately.

The whereabouts of hibiscus dew, willows sparse in the middle of the moon.

Meng Shiqing walked in front of Jing He, suddenly turned his head and said, "If you want to find your father, I can send someone to find him."

Jing He stopped abruptly and looked at him in astonishment.

Meng Shiqing said gently: "If it's not necessary, I won't mention it anymore."

"Thank you... my lord."

"Just call me Shiqing, you're welcome." After speaking, he walked into the house, leaving only Jing and one person in the courtyard.

Jinghe didn't enter the room, and simply sat on the steps in front of the door.Meng Shiqing lived in the opposite room to him, and the candlelight lit up inside shortly after entering. This time he came out without a maid, and he did many things by himself.

On the thin window paper is Meng Shi's clear and clear outline of Yingwei.He was sitting at the table by the window, seemingly writing.His paintings are good, but he didn't know how to write like this.Thinking about it, it should also be an astonishing word like a flying dragon like a frightened bird.

He wants to be emperor, but according to the current situation, it seems that he has been hindered a bit.He was so wary of going into the study that day, but now it seems that he is afraid that he will touch his secret.

Jing He felt that there was nothing wrong with a person pursuing this aspect, neither stealing nor robbing, not harming nature, not committing acts of killing emperors and usurping the throne, there are many people in the world who want to be emperors, he can understand Meng Shiqing's actions.But if it is true as Shang Yuan said, it is not that simple?Would he still want to be friends with Meng Shiqing?

The window of that room opened suddenly, and Meng Shiqing looked into the courtyard.

Jing He was looking at him with his head in his hands, and now they looked at each other, he hurriedly got up to explain something, but Meng Shiqing smiled calmly and said, "Why don't you come in?"

Jing He felt that his face was going to burn, and he didn't know what he would think of his actions just now...

"I... I'm enjoying the shade. Hehe, enjoying the shade..."

"It's still cool." Meng Shiqing cursed with a smile, but there was no one in front of the window. Not long after, he walked out of the house with a cloak in his hand, put the cloak on Jing He, and said softly: "It's windy at night, don't catch a cold .”

Jing He grabbed his hand and asked, "Why are you so nice to me?"

Meng Shiqing replied: "Because you are someone worth cherishing."

Jing He seemed to have suddenly noticed the strange and ambiguous atmosphere between the two, and quickly let go of his hand, saying, "Hey, I can't afford to climb high."

Meng Shiqing pulled him to sit down in front of the steps, "I don't mind what you mind."

Jing He thought for a while, Meng Shiqing seemed to seldom call himself "the king" when the two of them got along, and it seemed that he really regarded him as a friend.On the contrary, he looked like a woman, he thought for a while and said: "Although it seems that I am beyond my control, if you need help with anything, I will do my best."

Meng Shiqing looked at his dark and sincere eyes and smiled and said, "Don't say that, you and I know each other just because you helped me a lot."

Jing He whispered: "Actually... I can understand some things about you..."

Meng Shiqing asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"

Jing He replied: "It's about wanting to be the emperor." He originally thought that Meng Shiqing would have a big reaction, the panic after the secret was exposed, the surprise of being broken by humanity, or even a slight change in expression, but he didn't know But his face was calm and breezy.

"I know."

This time I changed the scene and was surprised, "Know what?"

"If I didn't tell you many things on purpose, how could you know so easily?"

Jing He suddenly felt that knowing too many things was not good, would he be silenced?He felt a cool breeze blowing on the back of his neck...

Meng Shiqing looked at his frightened expression amusedly, and comforted him: "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. As I said, you are a person worth cherishing."

☆, back to the capital

Did you bring me to Jiaxing on purpose? "Jing He asked.

Meng Shiqing nodded and said, "I know that you hid behind me and the Queen Mother and eavesdropped. In the past three months, Shang Yuan has made a Liannu with stronger combat effectiveness, and the army's affairs can be solved."

Jing He was puzzled by his frank attitude, and wondered, "Are you afraid that I will tell others when you tell me these things?"

"Tell who?" Meng Shiqing smiled at him meaningfully, "I know you are not that kind of person."

It's really not that kind of person.Jinghe has no intention of getting involved in the treacherous palace struggles. Countless people have died in the struggles of factional princes since ancient times. It doesn't matter anymore.Supporting an emperor is because he can make the people live and work in peace and contentment, and overthrowing a regime is because the ruler is tyrannical.He knew such a simple truth.

"How did you guess what I was thinking?"

"On that day, I only heard a few words from you and the Queen Mother. I didn't expect that at this level, the owner of the house told me that this is your fiefdom. The south of the Yangtze River is rich and rich, and it is a land of fish and rice. There is enough food and grass to raise a group of troops. But you are missing the most critical thing, that's why you found Shang Yuan."

Meng Shiqing said tacitly: "Yes, I lack enough soldiers, and Shang Yuan helped me a lot."

"Then I guessed it right." Jing He smiled happily, his eyes were bright, like the proud look of a child when he asks for credit.

Meng Shiqing said: "You are very smart."

Jing He was noncommittal, and said with a laugh: "I heard that Mr. Shu said that he was used to writing on the blackboard since he was a child, and he also read a lot of miscellaneous books, just talking nonsense."

He grew up in the market since he was a child, and all the sisters in the Xianke Pavilion are not human beings. They have been under the influence of each other for a long time, and coupled with their natural talents, they can always think of things that others dare not think of.He knew that what he said "want to be the emperor" was treasonous in the eyes of ordinary people, but there was no need to worry if the person in front of him was Meng Shiqing.

Meng Shiqing is so unpredictable.

"It's late at night, go to sleep." Meng Shiqing got up and pulled him up from the ground, said "Go to bed early" and turned to enter the room.Jing He stood there for a while and then went to sleep.

Meng Shiqing sat at the table with a calm face, and after a long time of consideration, a smile appeared on his face as if he was relieved from a heavy burden. Jing He is a noble person, and he has been helping him intentionally or unintentionally since the first time we met. He is indeed a person worth cherishing. people.

The two of them stayed in Jiaxing for a few more days, and then went back to the capital.When he arrived in the capital, Meng Shiqing personally sent Jing He back to the Xianke Pavilion.

It's been exactly three months since the fight was full, and Jing He now understands why Meng Shiqing set the time at three months. During these three months, the palace is full of Meng Shiqing's eyeliner, the army's problem has been solved, and the people around Can't make any big deal out of it.

Seeing Jinghe came back, Luya eagerly greeted him, and when Jinghe put the rouge brought back from Jiaxing on the table from his sleeve, Luya almost pounced on him and gnawed a few mouthfuls on his face.

Jing He looked at his old mother's virtue, although he rolled his eyes, he was very happy to see it, and shook his legs tremblingly and said, "Your son treats you well."

Lvyou hugged his head and kissed him twice, and told Jinghe to help him hire another handyman in two days.Speaking of this, Jinghe suddenly realized that he hadn't seen Shulang in the building for half a day since he came back, and hurriedly asked where Luya Shulang had gone.

Green glaze was stunned for a moment and said: "He has gone back."

"Go back?" Jing He asked with wide-eyed eyes, "Where do you go back?"

"Going home. His family came to see him."

"Why...how come? There has been no news for so many years...how did you find it all of a sudden? Did you find it?"

Seeing the shocked expression on his face, Luya sighed and said, "Look at the other party, Shulangyuan is also a child of a rich family. Something happened in the house and the mistress lost the two-month-old child , I have been looking for it for many years, but I don't know that this child was at the feet of the emperor with them. Now it can be regarded as a family reunion."

Shulang was picked up by Green Glaze from the river in the past. It was night when the stars were sparse and the moon was bright, so Green Glaze named it Shulang.Shu Lang grew up in the Xianke Pavilion eating hundreds of meals, helping out with some work in the building when he could, and then gradually became a small handyman. There was a bit of pity between mother and child, and Jing He grew up with Shu Lang again. Although he seldom talked with him on weekdays, he still regarded him as his brother, but now he suddenly went back, feeling a little lonely and unhappy. She, the mother and son just sat and stared at each other, sighing.

"Did he say he would come back to see us?" Jing He asked feebly.

Green glaze shook his head and said: "The person who came to pick him up seems to be the housekeeper. He is mysterious, that is, no one pays attention to ordinary people like us, and the housekeeper told me not to say anything about it. I want to make it public. Who cares about me?" Ah. I don't think he'll come back again."

Shu Lang grew up in the Xianke Pavilion. Although she was clean, it is hard to guarantee that people will not gossip if it spreads in the future.

It would be impossible to have less handymen in the building. The next day, Jing He went to find a new handyman, but when he was walking on the road, he was stopped by three or five big men, saying that his master wanted to see him. Stepping over, what... what... situation... situation...? ?

In broad daylight the burly men did not dare to make mistakes, and invited again and again in a friendly and polite manner. Before Jing He could understand, one of the seemingly leading men whispered in his ear, "The Empress Dowager ordered my subordinates to invite Mr. Jing to come over."

Jinghe was stunned.

A group of people bluffed and brought Jing He to a private house. When he entered, he saw the Queen Mother sitting there drinking tea in a dignified manner.The Empress Dowager changed out of the complicated and complicated palace attire, and now she looked aloof and looked like the mistress of an official and gentry family.

Jing He stood there stiffly, not daring to speak.

After waiting for a long time, Jing He's legs were so sore that the Empress Dowager put down the tea cup leisurely, smiled at him and said, "At first I thought it was a young lady, but I didn't expect it to be a young master."

People who are close to this pun may not understand it. Jing He grew up in the Xianke Pavilion. Although there are some older sisters in the building, he knows the nickname "Young Master".

Jing He's expression turned ugly immediately. He didn't know what the queen mother had misunderstood, and he was thinking about whether to explain it or not. Then he heard the queen mother say: "The Ai family knows what Meng Shiqing means by asking you to disguise yourself as a woman, but how did you find it?" you."

Jing He said, "What's wrong with me?"

"Green glaze, the adoptive daughter of the owner of the Xianke Pavilion. You are the son of Lu Yao, what happened to the Ai family?"

Jing He said with a smile: "The queen mother's words are a bit superficial. Besides, you look down on us small people from above, but small people like us have dignity."

The queen mother chuckled lightly and said, "What's the matter? Meng Shiqing treats you better, so you don't know the heights of heaven and earth?"

Jing He felt that this man was a mess, messed up and confused, so he asked straight to the point, "I don't know why the Empress Dowager came here today?"

"Aijia is here to remind you not to ruin Meng Shiqing's affairs."

"That's natural, the grassroots are not that capable of spoiling the prince." He thought to himself that the queen mother could really be jealous, and such a bad thing caused people to run out of the palace to find him for tea.

The queen mother got up from her seat and walked in front of him to watch carefully for a long time. Jing He was so uncomfortable being stared at by her that his nose was itchy and wanted to sneeze.

"It's no wonder that Ai's family looked away that day."

Jing He tacitly agreed that this was the Queen Mother's compliment to him, and nodded slightly: "Thank the Queen Mother for the compliment."

The Empress Dowager smiled brightly, her eyes were full of disdain: "Meng Shiqing said he is a bosom friend with you?"

"Don't dare, dare not, how dare the grassroots climb up to the prince." After finishing speaking, he sneezed earth-shatteringly.

The Empress Dowager took two steps back in disgust, covered her face with a handkerchief and said, "You are a rough man."

Jing He fully agreed with this remark, and only bowed: "What the queen mother said is that the grass people are rough and can't be elegant." After talking for a long time, he felt a little thirsty, and said: "Queen mother, can the grass people ask for saliva? drink?"

When those men brought Jinghe over, they said that the Queen Mother had invited him, but after talking about the conversation between you and me for a long time, there was no way to invite people to treat guests, so they scolded people so calmly, Jing He shouted happily while drinking tea.

"How much did Meng Shiqing tell you?"

"Back to the queen mother, the grass people don't know much, they only know that the prince has handled the affairs of the army well."

The queen mother pondered for a while, guessing that the person in front of her knew Meng Shiqing's thoughts, and her tone became serious when she spoke: "Since you already know, I think you know what to say and what not to say."

"The Empress Dowager Xie reminded me that the grassroots know about it."

The Queen Mother saw that although he was submissive and obedient, she could tell from the few conversations just now that this person was not a weak and honest person. What's more, his status is really special at the moment... this person has to be on guard.

She smiled slightly, with a friendly and gentle tone, "Since Meng Shiqing regards you as a friend, Aijia will naturally not do anything to you. But if you have the guts to be a little bit different..." She seemed to be thinking of something interesting, and her smile grew wider Mingyan, "It just so happens that the vultures raised in the palace haven't been fed for a long time."

Jing Heguang shuddered at the thought of the dying man screaming under the pecking of a few vultures, and hurriedly said, "The grass people dare not, the grass people dare not."

The queen mother drove back to the palace, and Jing He wondered if she was listening to the government behind the curtain, how could she have time to take care of her small role, and after thinking about it, not many people knew that Meng Shiqing had the intention of becoming an emperor. She thought highly of him, and immediately burst into tears of gratitude.

After thinking about it carefully, he slapped himself in the face again, and cursed secretly, "What a fart!"

Because of this incident, he was depressed all the way back to the Xianke Pavilion, and as soon as he stepped in the door, he realized that something was wrong.What are you doing when you go out by yourself? ... before the head could react, the upper ears were pinched.

Green glaze shouted in his ear loudly: "What did I ask you to do? Do you think you have gone to play somewhere again? Ah?"

Jinghe was screwed with red and hot, and quickly asked for mercy: "Hey! Mother! You let go of your hands and let go of your hands!

☆, on the thief ship

The first heavy snow in winter fell into the eyes of thousands of households, and fine snow foam fell from the sky.Jing He squatted at the door of the Xianke Pavilion in a daze, reaching out to catch a snowflake.

The hands were too cold, and the snowflakes stayed in the palms of the hands for a while before they melted.

"Isn't it cold?" A leisurely male voice came, the voice was clear and gentle, and Jing He couldn't help shaking.

"My lord? Why are you here?"

Meng Shiqing stood in the snow in a black fur coat, and the attendant behind him held an umbrella for him, and a thin layer of snow accumulated on the umbrella.He walked towards Jing He, put the stove in his hand into Jing He's hand, and said, "I have something to do with you, go in and talk, it's cold outside."

The news of the prince entering the brothel spread badly, Jing He hurriedly took him to his room on the second floor.I don't know what is burning in the stove in my hand, and there is a faint fragrance in the hollowed-out pattern, and the whole body feels much warmer as soon as the frozen hands are warmed up.

"Why are you sitting outside in such a cold day?"

Jing He poured a cup of tea for Meng Shiqing, and said with a smile, "Enjoy the cool."

Meng Shiqing laughed: "Only you can say that. I came here today to find you."

Jing He teased: "I haven't seen the prince for so long, something will happen as soon as I come, it seems that I have to be careful when you come to me in the future."

Meng Shiqing didn't care about his teasing, and asked straight to the point: "I'm short of someone who can advise me right now. Would you like to help me?"

Jing He suddenly realized: "My lord is here to invite the grass-roots people to be our guests."

"Exactly."

Jing He said fearfully, "Cao Min has no intention of getting involved in those incidents."

Meng Shiqing said: "Many things are often involuntary. Since you knew about my things, you have been in it."

Hearing what he said, Jing He suddenly understood why he deliberately leaked many things to himself, and his feelings were waiting for him here.

"why me?"

Meng Shiqing saw him embarrassed, and said softly: "You are very smart, don't be afraid, I said that I will not hurt you, and of course I will not let others hurt you. If this happens, what does he want from you?" I will give it to you, and if you lose, I will try my best to protect you."

"I want my dad."

Meng Shiqing was stunned for a moment, Jing He knocked on the table and laughed loudly: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I'm just joking."

Meng Shiqing nodded, turned his gaze out of the window and said, "There is a flood in Shu, and I have to leave Beijing to control the flood in a few days."

Although Jing He didn't know the personnel situation in the court, the matter of water control should not fall on the prince Meng Shiqing, and he was surprised: "Go to control the water? You are the prince, how can you let you go?"

Meng Shiqing replied: "If the matter of water control is accomplished, the hearts of the people will be gained. What's more, there are many floods in Shu, and the people are unbearable. The funds allocated for water control have been exploited layer by layer, and the officials have filled their pockets, and how many of them have actually gone to the local area, and this time I will go in person to avoid these things.”

Jing He grew up in the folk, and the things that were not on the table when he was a child are even more familiar than Meng Shiqing. There are still corruption and bribery under the feet of today's son, let alone Shu, where the sky is high and the emperor is far away.Meng Shiqing owns a huge industry in the south of the Yangtze River, so he naturally doesn't need to pursue the small profits that are deducted from the blood and sweat of the people.

"If I go with you, wouldn't I really be your guest of honor." Jing He said casually.

Meng Shi said lightly: "The local customs and customs of Shu, the capital city, are quite interesting. How can the land of abundance not have delicious food?"

Hearing the words, Jing He patted the table and said, "Okay! Water control is an act of righteousness that is obligatory for grassroots. If you say a word, my lord, I will fix it wherever you need me!"

In this way, Jing He can be regarded as on Meng Shiqing's "thief ship".

The last time I went to Jiaxing, I only had a rough half a day, but this time I went to Shu, but it took several days.Jing He sat in the carriage with a sore back and back, while Meng Shiqing looked at his book calmly.

Jing He poked Meng Shiqing's arm and asked curiously, "What book are you reading?"

Meng Shiqing looked up at him and said with a smile, "Are you tired? I'm reading a book about water control."

Jing He simply lay on his back in the spacious carriage, looked up at the exquisite roof and asked, "Do you have experience in water control?"

Meng Shiqing replied: "There are some, and now it can be regarded as temporary cramming."

Jing He responded lightly, the carriage jolted, and his head hit the wall hard.The emotional carriage is so difficult for me!The last time he entered the palace, he was so dizzy that he lost face. This time - "Hiss! It hurts me to death!"

Seeing that he was knocking hard, Meng Shiqing hurriedly put down the scroll in his hand and helped him up. Jing He straightened his sitting posture and rubbed his head in frustration, "My lord, you are rich and powerful, can you change to a more reliable horse next time?"

Meng Shiqing took his hand away with a smile, "How can you rub it so hard?" He said, holding his face and rubbing it.

Jing He looked at his face close at hand, his eyebrows were like thick ink, and his temples were like knives. Meng Shiqing's eyes were extremely tender, always looking at people so gently, making people feel close to each other, but it seemed like they couldn't melt the ice The cold spring is clear and cold, and Jing He feels that his smile rarely penetrates people's hearts.

"Are you lonely?"

The hand rubbing his head stopped slightly, Meng Shiqing's face twitched, and he said in astonishment, "Why do you ask that?"

Jing He said, "It's nothing, I just think you're unhappy."

"No. I'm happy now."

Jing He looked at him seriously, and there was a slight smile in his clear eyes, which was very good-looking.

"I believe you."

Although they didn't look at each other affectionately, Jing He still felt awkward after the two of them stared at each other for a long time. He slowly turned his face away and looked out the window.

The further south you go, the warmer the weather becomes, but the closer you get to Shu, the heavier the humidity.The bitter cold air of the south comes out from the bones of the people. This kind of cold cannot be warmed up by a hundred stoves.

Jing He grabbed Meng Shiqing's hand, then drilled his hand into his sleeve to find the warmest place, and the smooth wrist was warm.

Meng Shi was so cold that he shuddered, "Hands so cold?"

Jing He held his wrist tightly and refused to let go, and smiled like a rascal: "I don't care, you brought me here, you have to warm my hands."

Holding the gradually cooling stove, Meng Shiqing said helplessly, "You're the only one who dares to do this, how would anyone else dare to commit such a crime."

Jing He frowned and said, "Hey, didn't you say that you treat me as a friend? How could this be a crime?"

Meng Shiqing glanced at him and said with a smile: "I regard you as a friend but you don't have one. It's nice to hear that the lord yells all the time."

Jing He said confidently: "It's okay to call you by your first name in private, but I can't call you by your first name directly in front of people, right? If you get used to shouting and can't change it, it would be rude."

"Aren't you very rude?" Meng Shiqing asked calmly.

Jing He thought about it, that's right, according to his own skinless temperament, he really said that those vain people have been reprimanded many times, but Meng Shiqing has never opened his eyes for the rude things he has done up to now. With one eye closed, he hastily called out: "Meng Shiqing."

Meng Shiqing smiled with satisfaction.Looking at his expression, Jing He always felt calculated for some reason.

The journey was long and bumpy, but no matter how hard it was, I finally got there.The person who came to pick him up was the local county magistrate named Jiang Dao.Jinghe was about to fall apart in the carriage. Jiang Dao was really named correctly.