The identity of the direct son - Xu I's prosperous world

The next morning, I had to get up before dawn. Although Brother Heng rubbed his arms, legs and waist with medicated oil the night before, he still felt sore all over his body when he woke up in the morning. For sport's sake.

Brother Heng was sleeping under the quilt, and his personal maid, Fufeng, lifted up his bed curtain and said softly, "Young Master, it's time to get up, otherwise you won't be able to enter the palace in time."

Brother Heng never had the habit of sleeping in lately before, but this time, he really understood the minds of those students who slept late and skipped classes.

Although he understood, he couldn't really be lazy after all, so he had to struggle to get up.

Afterwards, he dressed and washed, tidied everything up, and went to see Mrs. Xu, who went to bed later than him, and got up at this time, adjusted his clothes again, and then sat at the table and watched him have breakfast.

Holding the chopsticks, his hands were still sore. Brother Heng barely ate something, but couldn't eat anymore.

This time Mrs. Xu called Baoqin into the house, rewarded him with the snacks he made for Brother Heng, and asked the servant girl to prepare muffs, hand warmers, fleece towels, a few more handkerchiefs, face and hand grease, and gold sores. Medicines, etc., were packed in a big basket, and Baoqin and Brother Heng would take them with them when they entered the palace, just in case they were needed.

He also gave him some gold and silver, which may be used when he is in the palace.

Mrs. Xu is very careful about these things and can think of anything.

Faced with Xu's carefulness, Brother Heng could only feel moved and helpless in his heart.

On this day, Mr. Ji didn't have to go to court, but he still got up early, used some things in the outer courtyard, and sent Brother Heng to Danfengmen.

Brother Heng didn't ask him to take it off, and said, "Father, the boy can go by himself. You are quite busy in the yamen, so I can't make you worry so much."

When Master Ji thought about it, he couldn't send him to the gate of the palace every day, so he just let it go.

Brother Heng took his own special pony carriage, and let Baoqin also enter the carriage. Two lights were hung in front of the carriage, and the carriage slowly drove out of Jifu, piercing the darkness before dawn, In the sound of the wheels of the carriage, it drove along the avenue to the tall and majestic Miyagi.

This is what Ji Heng will experience most mornings in the next few years of his life.

When we arrived at Danfeng Gate, we entered the palace gate after taking the name card and correcting it. The sun had not risen yet, but the sky in the east had already revealed a little light. Zhao Zhili was already sitting inside, Brother Heng was taken aback for a moment, and then went over to greet him with a bow.

Zhao Zhili just glanced at him, and then continued to write.

The candles in the study room illuminated the room brightly. Brother Heng saw that Zhao Zhili was writing "Zhang Menglong". He thought he hadn't finished the homework assigned by Song Taifu yesterday. No wonder he came so early. , It was also he who asked Shutong to grind it, but he himself really ignored Song Taifu's words.

Brother Heng put his books away on the desk. The pens, ink, papers and inkstones he brought yesterday were neatly arranged on the desk, but there is not much to put away today.

Baoqin was next to him and wanted to give him his hand warmer, Brother Heng also waved his hand and said, "I don't need any of these, just give me the golden sore medicine."

Baoqin quickly took out the golden sore medicine and rubbed it on his hands. The medicine was indeed good. The blisters from yesterday's practice of arrows had disappeared, and a thin layer of scab had formed on the worn places.

When Baoqin applied the medicine for him, she asked softly, "Master, does it still hurt?"

Brother Heng shook his head, "It's okay."

On the other side, Zhao Zhili had already stopped the pen in his hand, looked at him with his chin propped up, and said, "Is your arm so sore that you can't lift it up? Have you finished the homework assigned by Song Taifu?"

After Baoqin applied the medicine for him, Brother Heng looked at Zhao Zhili and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, my arms are indeed sore, but I have finished my homework. It's just that I didn't sleep until three o'clock last night. Enough sleep."

Zhao Zhili snorted, smiled, and continued writing.

Brother Heng also asked Baoqin to leave first, and began to grind the ink himself. Because his hands were sore and his body was not very comfortable, he grinded the ink very slowly, which made Zhao Shizi unhappy again.

Zhao Zhili glanced at him, "Although Momo requires light grinding and slow grinding, aren't you going too slowly?"

Brother Heng stopped his movements and said, "Hands are too sore to move."

Because he had a bitter face and frowning eyebrows, Zhao Zhili was amused. Zhao Zhili said, "Teacher Song said that he needs to grind the ink himself. Didn't he grind it himself? It's a waste of time. Whose master still grinds the ink by himself?"

As he said that, he called Zhao Yi who was serving his pen and ink beside him, "Go and sharpen his ink for him, I feel irritable when I see him dying."

Brother Heng thought I don't want you to look at it, but he said, "Thank you Mr. Zhao for your help, but I can do such small things as grinding ink by myself."

Zhao Zhili said, "People like you can only be used for small things."

Brother Heng, "..."

Brother Heng knew that his dog couldn't spit out ivory, but he didn't expect him to say such things to himself for no reason. After all, he didn't know him very well, so Brother Heng had to say, "If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep it?" All over the world, I am the one who starts from me in small things, and someone like Zhao Shizi who can only do big things, just don't have the same knowledge as me."

Zhao Zhili was about to get entangled with him, and said, "There is no reward for kindness."

As he spoke, he finished writing a piece of writing, picked up the paper, blew it and put it aside, and said, "You didn't really think that your cloak was dirty by such a little eunuch yesterday, did you? "

Brother Heng thought about what he was going to do, to show favor to him, or to provoke his relationship with others?

Brother Heng opened a pair of dark eyes and looked at Zhao Zhili. Because of his young age and tender skin, he made people feel very childish. At this time, he deliberately made a simple expression, which naturally made people feel more innocent.

Brother Heng looked at Zhao Zhili and said nothing. Zhao Zhili supported his cheek with one hand, and wiped the paper with the other hand to write a word. Before you came, Xu Xuan had the best relationship with the emperor, and when you came, the emperor surrounded you, do you think he would look down on you very much?"

Brother Heng had no choice but to say politely, "It is a blessing to be a minister to be favored by the emperor. I can only do my best to repay the emperor. I don't dare to think too much about Xu Shizi and the emperor. "

Zhao Zhili saw that Brother Heng was just a rock, which made him feel very boring, so he snorted coldly and continued to write.

And in Brother Heng's inkstone, a pool of ink was also ground by Zhao Zhili's book boy. Zhao Yi is a thin boy with low eyebrows and eyes, but there is a spirit in his eyes. He must be able to be arranged by his family to enter the palace. No one who is a book boy will be a stupid person.

Not long after, Xu Xuan also came.

Today, Xu Xuan obviously found Brother Heng not pleasing to his eyes. He caught a glimpse of him reading and writing and taking notes, so he snorted coldly, and the book boy who followed him was no longer Anshun from yesterday, but another man named An Fu. , is more delicate than Anshun.

After Xu Xuan packed up and sat down, he began to read. It seemed that he was afraid that Taifu Song would have a bad back. Even though he usually studied hard and was already very familiar with the Analects of Confucius, he still had to review it again.

It seems that Zhao Zhili is the only one who hasn't even finished homework such as writing at home.

It was already dawn outside, and the little emperor came in, and he yawned when he came in.

The three got up and saluted, the little emperor kindly asked everyone not to be too polite, walked up to Brother Heng, took his hand, and just as he did, Zhao Zhili said, "Your Majesty, he just wiped his hands full of medicine." , will get on your hands."

The little emperor was stunned for a moment, and held brother Heng's hand to see that it was indeed smeared with medicine, and the smell of medicine was still very strong, so he said, "Did you scratch your hand on the first day of archery practice yesterday?"

Brother Heng bowed and replied, "Yes, but it's not serious. After applying the medicine, it will be much better."

The little emperor felt the same way. He looked at his hand carefully and found that it was actually quite serious. He said, "I know this pain. When I practiced arrows for the first time, my skin was worn out and it hurt to death. It's all my fault yesterday." Careless, I didn't think of it at the time, otherwise I should have prepared golden sore medicine for you after practicing arrows."

As he said this, he had ordered the little eunuch beside him to get the golden sore medicine he had used to reward Brother Heng.

Brother Heng wanted to say that he had brought medicine, but he didn't want to disobey the emperor's kindness, so he had to thank him quickly, and said that he would return the cloak he wore yesterday, after washing at home, and then return it to the emperor. The emperor said no, it was old clothes, If he doesn't mind, I will reward him. It's not a particularly expensive material, but he used to wear it and felt quite warm.

He was so kind, such words made Brother Heng feel a little goosebumps when he was moved, wondering why the little emperor deliberately treated him so well.

The little emperor also started to read books when he went to the upper position, probably because there are courtiers at the bottom, and Song Taifu can't recite it, but he can't recite it, it would be too shameful, so he studied very hard. Are you driving late at night?

Brother Heng sat down in his seat and felt Xu Xuan's cold eyes on him again, but he didn't pay much attention and continued to read.

Song Taifu came on time, checked the words first, and then started to endorse. Fortunately, everyone recited it smoothly, so he was very satisfied, and then accepted everyone's writing on yesterday's topic, and probably took it back. The meaning of changing homework, Brother Heng didn't expect Song Taifu to pay attention to the privacy of everyone's homework, and when he asked people to answer questions, no matter whether it was good or bad, he would not say much, so that he would not offend anyone For the sake of saving face, ordinary people can't do what he does. There is indeed a reason for a person to be called a great Confucian, not only because of knowledge, but also because of character.

During the break between lectures, the little emperor kindly asked the little eunuch to serve hot tea to Song Taifu, so everyone could drink hot tea. Brother Heng didn't eat anything for breakfast, so he was very hungry at this time, but he didn't behave well Come out, have to endure.

After resting for a while, the class continued and did not stop until noon.

After Song Taifu left, the emperor actually entertained a few companions to have lunch with him every day, but on this day, a big eunuch came outside. When he came, even the emperor cheered up.

The eunuch said, "My servant Wan Zhong pays respects to the emperor."

The little emperor smiled and went to help him up himself, and said, "Eunuch Wan, you don't need to be too polite. Is it the queen mother who asked you to come?"

Although the great eunuch pays attention to etiquette in front of the little emperor, he is not very respectful in the subtleties. It should be that he is used to being big in front of the little emperor, so when there are foreign ministers, he can't be perfect. As a slave, she said, "The empress dowager invites the emperor to have lunch together. Knowing that the sons of Dingguohou, Pingguo, and Master Ji are all here, I invite you all to come over."

Brother Heng was stunned, but he looked flattered on his face. After thanking him, he looked at Zhao Zhili and Xu Xuan again. Zhao Zhili curled his lips, and Xu Xuan smiled, not knowing what they were thinking. What.