The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

At dusk, the emperor returned to the palace from the banquet, feeling very bad.

The reason is that the crown prince, who took over the presidency of the evening lantern feast, openly begged his father for the job of acting as minister in front of all the officials and ministers.

Cheng Guogong Yu Wengao happened to be mourning his mother, so he should keep his filial piety according to the law.However, Yu Wengao served as Minister of the Book, presided over the decision-making of the government, with heavy responsibilities, and caught up with the critical period of failure, how could the emperor allow him to go for three years.So he decided on a compromise plan to win back the love, with the month representing the year, and three months of funeral leave.

In the spring of the first year, when Song Wei had just escaped from the Xianhou Mansion, the crown prince took advantage of the emperor's lack of energy and made him let go, and went to Shangshu Province for an internship. It has been nearly ten months.Now that Shang Shuling resigned temporarily, the crown prince hired himself as an agent so as to relieve his father's worries. For a while, no one from top to bottom could come up with sufficient and powerful reasons for objecting.

The emperor himself knew that this was the best way.Regardless of the overall situation or the long-term plan, unless the prince is replaced, he must not sing the opposite tune.If the father and son of the Tian family are at odds with each other, it should be tacitly tacit.However, the son was so blatantly intimidating, and seeing him pressing every step of the way, swallowing and eating, the stagnant and resentful air, unable to vomit or swallow, was more uncomfortable than being spit out blood by the youngest son several times.

As soon as the old lady Yuwen's bad news came out, he expected that the prince would use it to make a move.Unexpectedly, the prince was so anxious that he didn't even allow himself a peaceful Lantern Festival.Walking into the door of the bedroom, the face that had not been happy or angry immediately sank.

Song Wei's heart was itching to death, and she wanted to try that golden ball slingshot.However, it is best not to let parents see such playthings.So I didn't dare to move too much, and sat obediently in the warm pavilion waiting for my father.After waiting for a long time without seeing anyone coming back, when he was extremely bored, he put down the gold marble and started to play with the crystal ruler on the imperial case.Suddenly, he frowned, and thoughtfully, he made a frame around four rulers, picked out a medium-sized Langhao pen, and unscrewed the pen tip and the hanging rope at the top.Throwing a handful of gold marbles into the frame, pinching the smooth barrel of the pen, it seems to be playing mini billiards...

While playing, I thought with regret that it would be great if I could get enough balls of enough colors.

The maids in the palace were already familiar with the sixth prince, and when they came and went occasionally, they couldn't help but stop and watch.Seeing that His Highness the Sixth Highness was playing marbles, they all covered their mouths and smiled.

When the emperor came in, Song Wei was having fun.Taking advantage of the emperor's inattention, Qingyun pouted at the little servant at the gate of Nuan Pavilion, and the little servant quickly bowed and saluted, and said loudly: "See Your Majesty!"

Song Wei heard it from inside, she was startled, hurriedly put down the cue, set up the paperweight, wrapped the gold marbles in her sleeves, and hid her hands under the quilt.

The emperor thought of Yao'er who was waiting inside, today was the first time he celebrated his birthday with him, and his mood improved a little.He stepped in and called out, "Xiao Yin."

There was also a Langhao pen on the imperial case, which had been divided into three parts, no matter what, it was too late to put it back, so Song Wei hurried forward to meet the emperor, in order to wait for an opportunity to cover up.

His mouth was crisp and sweet, "Hey! Dad..."

I didn't see a golden marble slipping through the net on the ground, and when I stepped on it, it seemed like a single-leg pulley was installed, and it slid straight towards the emperor.

"Hey, hey, hey - ouch!"

But seeing his arms fluttering like a hen's wings, he finally lost his balance completely, one leg slipped in front, the other dragged behind, and he fell down in front of the emperor in a super difficult posture of a vertical pony.

After a moment of silence, the emperor burst into laughter, supported Qingyun's arm, shaking like chaff.All the maids in the room were so terrified that their faces were twisted.

The culprit, the golden marble, rolled to the wall and bounced back, stopping at the emperor's feet.

Song Wei didn't exercise for a few days, and worked extra hard in the afternoon, suddenly split her fork without any precaution, and her thigh stretched so hard that it almost cramped.Grinning his teeth and cracking his mouth, enduring the pain, he stretched out his arm to reach for the golden bead that slipped through the net.

The emperor finally smiled and looked down.Qingyun immediately squatted down to pick it up, brushed away the non-existent dust with his sleeve, held the gold bead in his palm, and presented it to the emperor.

The emperor pinched it up to have a look, and asked, "Where did it come from?"

Song Wei slowly got up with support, her thighs trembling with pain and did not dare to rub, said in a low voice: "Give it to Dugu." Silently scolded the person who gave the gift in his heart.

The emperor looked at the golden marble again: "Why did he give you this?"

Song Wei weighed it up, and felt that playing snooker is far less safe, elegant, and interesting, high-end and more elegant, and said: "It's a thing for Westerners. It's nothing to do in the house for fun. It's similar to throwing pots."

"Oh?" The emperor was aroused, and he raised his legs and walked in, "You tell me what you mean?"

Song Wei had no choice but to follow, took out a handful of gold marbles from the quilt, rearranged the four rulers, and picked up the Langhao pen holder with the head and tail removed.

The emperor glanced at the barrel of the pen, didn't mention the problem of writing in the post, and waited for him to demonstrate the Western pastime.

Only then did Song Wei remember, the marbles are golden yellow, where is the mini version of snooker?Quick and wise, he mixed and merged the rules of golf and glass balls, and made up a set of playing methods of digging holes on the table.

The emperor was amused and asked, "Why is there only Jin Wan and no Taiwan case?"

According to Song Wei, there should be a small double-layered table with holes on the surface, matching the marbles.

"Ah, I'm not familiar with Dugu, so I tried to make beads first, I'll draw a blueprint for him later, and make a table like that." Song Wei scratched his head, with a sincere face, "I'm too bad at chess, and I'm afraid of getting tired when throwing pots. Looking at Dad, thinking about this is not bad, I can play with you."

The emperor fiddled a few times: "It turns out that there is still filial piety. This Western pastime is really novel. He is not familiar with it, but you are."

Song Wei heard that the emperor's tone didn't look like a compliment, but it didn't look like a mockery, so she smiled apologetically, "A ruler is shorter, but an inch is longer. I'm just curious and like to pay attention to new things. This... just like what Dad taught, The sea is open to all rivers, and there is no end to learning, hehe..."

The emperor said: "Is the marble made of pure gold?"

Song Wei nodded.Since Dugu Mian dared to send it off, he was naturally not afraid that the emperor would see it.Xianhou's mansion has had hairpin tassels for many generations, and the population is small, and it has never been a prodigal son. It casts some gold beads, which is not worth the jade that was given by the concubine back then.

The emperor said again: "It is true that Marquis Xian is generous."

As an emperor, the connotation of such comments to his courtiers is a bit deep.

The words were unexpected, Song Weipi tensed up, and hurriedly said: "He is probably afraid that I will be sloppy and throw it away casually. It is made of gold, he must care about it, and he is absolutely reluctant to throw it away." He was eager to carefully test and tried his best to cover up, but instead Expose your hidden thoughts.

The emperor put down his hands and looked up at him, as if full of helplessness: "Xiao Yin, why can't you use your cleverness in the righteous way?"

Song Wei suddenly felt dizzy, so she had to use the trick she had used to deal with her mother Song Manji's nagging for many years: "Father, as the saying goes, radish and green vegetables, everyone has his own love; gold is never enough, and no one is perfect. Not being able to make progress, isn't it considered crooked, isn't it? As the saying goes, twisted melons are not sweet..."

The emperor waved his hand: "Where did you find out about these Western novelties?"

Song Wei wished that he would change the subject, and immediately began to talk about the true and the false, the false and the false, the western capital city of Jiaozhi in southern Xinjiang, talking about the adventures and anecdotes in his life.

Once the dinner was reported and the emperor was not hungry, he took a few mouthfuls with his son symbolically.He personally took the longevity noodles from the servant and put it in front of Song Wei: "Daddy is ashamed, it's the first time to celebrate your birthday with you."

Song Wei slurped the noodles, and said, "I haven't congratulated you, so let's just get even."

The emperor sighed softly: "I should have taken you to pay homage to your mother. Thinking about it, it's too late. I might as well wait for you to recognize your ancestors and return to the clan, and then do a serious ceremony."

Song Wei nodded: "Success, listen to Dad."

"After the first month, Sun Ruchu, the Duke of the Ming Dynasty, came to the palace to attend the lecture. By the way, you can learn the basic etiquette that a prince should have."

Song Wei frowned: "Father..."

The emperor also frowned: "Or would you rather post for an hour every day?"

Song Wei immediately shook his head: "That's right, let's learn etiquette."

"At today's palace banquet, the matter of Kai Enke was mentioned, and none of the ministers objected."

Song Wei was stunned.Just now we talked about the etiquette of paying homage to the birth mother and the prince, how did Enke get involved in the blink of an eye?The imperial examination is held every two years, and it was only passed last year. As usual, it should take a year off this year.Song Wei knew about this, because on the way to the capital with Dugu, he met many talents who were coming to Beijing to rush for the exam.

Swallowed a mouthful of noodles, and waited for the emperor to explain.

"The reason for opening Enke is firstly because of your father's health improvement, and secondly because of you. After Enke, you will be crowned king and open the mansion. I don't want to say, the court officials, scholars and common people should understand this means."

Song Wei smacked his lips, the noodles with his chopsticks were not forked.The emperor's father is so generous, not only to celebrate with the whole world, but also to appreciate the love of the people.

"Father, look, don't you want to keep a low profile? I'm not used to such a high profile..."

The emperor looked at him with a smile: "You are celebrating your birthday, and your father will not see you off. Your palace has already been prepared, and you will move in on the day of the opening of the palace. These days you live in the palace, among the people you serve, see who is happy, when the time comes Just take whoever there."

Song Wei knew that the palace had its own standard configuration regarding personnel settings.But the emperor actually asked himself to pick people directly from his bedroom. Is this Hong Guoguo's eccentricity or is it eccentric...

Seeing that his son was silent for a long time, the emperor's face gradually became serious, and said: "Xiao Yin, Dugu Xing obviously found you, but secretly let you go. You should understand why."

Song Wei wanted to pretend to be confused, but looking at the emperor's eyes, she knew that pretending was useless, she opened her mouth and said, "This, me, that..."

The emperor snorted softly: "He's slapping me in the face. As the Son of Heaven, can I really not protect myself?"

Song Wei didn't dare to answer, and looked down at the noodles.

The emperor suddenly smiled: "You came back on your own initiative and slapped back the slap for daddy, daddy is very happy."

Song Wei's eyes blurred, goosebumps covered the noodles.Dry smile: "You just need to be happy."

The emperor was tired all day, took a short rest after dinner, and then lay down to sleep.Song Wei took a long nap in the afternoon, and at this time she was completely sleepy, so she happened to do bad things while her parents were sleeping.With the slingshot pinned to the back of his waist and the gold beads in his pocket, he crept out of the bedroom and went to play in the yard.

The courtyard was brightly lit, and the fireworks set off in the front hall soared into the air, which could be clearly seen from a long distance away.Decorated with lights and streamers, the fiery trees and silver flowers never leave the sky.Presumably the prince is having a drink with his ministers and enjoying the beautiful scenery together.

After all, it was night, Song Wei was afraid that the golden marble would not be retrieved after hitting it out, so he gestured around with a slingshot in his hand, pretending to be too dry.

A person came in through the gate, saw him, bent down and cupped his hands: "I have seen His Highness Six."

Song Wei squinted his eyes and recognized it was Yihou Wei Guan.As the commander-in-chief of the court guards, Yihou was the minister who visited the palace most frequently.At this moment, the routine inspection is probably over, and I didn't go back to drink with the prince, but came to the emperor's place on duty.

"Your Majesty Yihou, you don't need to be too polite." Song Wei turned around and continued to play with herself.

Wei Guan followed, "Your Highness."

"Master Wei, what's the matter?"

"There is indeed one thing that I would like to ask Your Highness to clarify."

"Oh?" Song Wei thrust the slingshot back into his waist, tilted his head to look at him, "It just so happens that I also have something, and I want to trouble my lord to clarify."

"I don't know what your Highness wants to ask?"

Song Wei put his hands behind his back: "I heard that on the eighth day of September last year, your lord tracked Yao Zigong and Xue Jian out of the city. I don't know what happened next?"

Back then, he just slipped away from the shooting arena, and Yao Si and Xue San didn't care about what happened to him at all.After returning home, Song Wei didn't dare to ask Emperor Xianhou for news. Now that Yihou came to his door, of course he had to seize the opportunity.

"This……"

Yao Zigong was fine, but Xue Fan was hard to say.Wei Guan promised Dugu to keep it a secret, a husband must keep his word, and a husband must be honest.After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Don't worry, Your Highness, both of you are safe and sound."

Song Wei nodded: "Thank you sir, I don't know what you want to ask?"

"This... I, Wei Chen..." Wei Guan rubbed his hands, "I just want to ask, how did His Highness escape from the guards when he left the Xianhou Mansion alone?"

I can't blame Lord Yihou for always peeking at me with hot eyes these days.Song Wei suddenly realized: "It turns out that my lord wants to know this."

Wei Guan nodded quickly: "Exactly."

This matter has been on his mind for a long time. Recently, he has been meeting the Sixth Highness every day, but he couldn't find a chance to ask him alone.

Song Weidao: "I don't know if my lord can tell first, how are Yao Zigong and Xue Gong safe and sound?"

Wei Guan was dumbfounded: "This..."

Song smiled: "If you can't say it, sorry, I can't say it either."