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

Yang Qi'er's urination happened just right, Ji Heng became flustered, and the emperor took advantage of the situation to act flustered, and the people from the Nuange palace who had memorials were not allowed in, Ji Heng carried his son out, and the emperor followed, and the emperor took it When Yang Qi'er asked the palace servants to change his clothes, Ji Heng also hurriedly changed.

This just happened to resolve the silence between Ji Heng and the emperor. Ji Heng changed into pajamas directly, and after taking over his son who had changed into pajamas, he said to the emperor, "Your Majesty, I will wait for your Highness to sleep first. You should also rest earlier and take care of your body."

Ji Heng's voice was faint, and the emperor frowned in his heart.

Ji Heng hugged his son and put him on the bed. After washing up, he and his son slept on the same bed.

The emperor went back to deal with government affairs. Ji Heng actually couldn't sleep well. Yang Qi'er was young, and it was the time when he felt insecure. Such a child needed to sleep in the arms of his parents the most, but he was a prince, grandma. Although some of the female officials and court ladies who took care of him would sleep in this room to take care of him, they would not sleep on the same bed with him, which would make him feel very lonely.

When Ji Heng came back, he kept sleeping with him in his arms, that's why he was so clingy to Ji Heng.

Yang Qi'er lay in Ji Heng's arms, sleeping very soundly, she was no different from the sickly child before.

After sleeping for a while, Ji Heng had to get up and hug Yang Qi'er to pee, otherwise he would wet the bed.

After urinating with his son in his arms, Ji Heng put his sleeping son back on the bed, and then he put on a coat and went out. The female officer who served him asked softly, "My lord, what can I do for you, my servant?" Bar."

Ji Heng said, "I'm going to see the emperor."

The female officer bowed and stepped aside.

Although it was night, every room in the palace was lit with palace lanterns. Ji Heng walked slowly and found that the emperor was really still reviewing the memorial. Looking at the chiming clock, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Ji Heng stood by the screen and watched for a while, then sighed in his heart, stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, go to sleep."

The emperor glanced at him sideways, and then closed the notebooks in his hand. Ji Heng stepped forward and sorted out the memorials himself, and then put them into a cabinet on the side and locked them so that the emperor could not read them again.

The emperor looked tired, got up and hugged him from behind Ji Heng, buried his face weakly in Ji Heng's shoulder and neck, Ji Heng sighed, "Go to sleep."

The emperor said, "You stay with me."

Ji Heng said, "I want to sleep with Qi'er."

The emperor pretended, "Then I will sleep with Qi'er too."

Ji Heng sighed weakly, stretched out his hand and opened his hand, and he also went to the west room.

The emperor hurriedly followed him, and after the palace servants gently waited on him to wash and change his clothes, he lay down directly on Yang Qi'er's bed.

Fortunately, the bed of His Royal Highness is the standard size of the palace bed, and it is not too small, so it can sleep so many people.

Ji Heng didn't want the emperor to hug him, so he slept inside and put his son in the middle. Yang Qi'er first habitually arched towards the outside of the bed, then arched into the emperor's arms, probably because he found that the smell was not right, so he Wrinkled his little nose, turned over, and arched towards Ji Heng.

Ji Heng hugged him beside him, pulled the quilt again, patted his back lightly for a while, and then slowly fell asleep.

And the palace servants hurried over and put down the bed curtains, and then retreated silently.

Because of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the imperial court was on holiday, so the emperor could sleep in for a day, but Yang Qier had already formed a biological clock. When it was dark outside, he woke up, moved around in Ji Heng's arms, and reached out to touch Ji Heng. Ji Heng's face yelled, "Father..."

When Ji Heng opened his eyes and looked at him, he became even more excited, and even wanted to climb onto Ji Heng's body. At this time, the emperor also woke up, and with one hand, he tore his son off Ji Heng's body and pulled him into his arms. And pierced his face with a stubble, Yang Qi'er was not happy now, and screamed indiscriminately.

Now Ji Heng and the emperor couldn't sleep anymore, Ji Heng got up directly, the emperor was still leaning on the bed, and his son was lying in his arms, playing with himself by moving around.

The emperor knew that Ji Heng was going to leave the palace to go home that day, and what he wanted in his heart was to keep him by his side, but the quarrel the night before made him unable to speak out.

After breakfast, Ji Heng fed Yang Qier medicine again, and then gave Yang Qier to the nanny and the maid. Yang Qier didn't care about Ji Heng's absence at first, and sat on the mattress to play with toys by himself, waiting for him to find Ji Heng. By the time Ji Heng was gone, Ji Heng had already left.

Yang Qi'er sat on the mattress and turned his head around looking around. He frowned when he didn't see Ji Heng, stood up, walked out of his toy room, walked all the way to the main hall, and didn't see Ji Heng anywhere. Heng, he grabbed the threshold and wanted to climb out to look for it. The female officer followed him all the time, knowing that he was looking for Ji Heng, she couldn't help but feel distressed, and coaxed softly, "What does Your Highness want?"

Yang Qi'er turned her head and glanced at her, then mumbled, "Father."

The female officer smiled and picked him up, and said, "My lord has gone to get toys for His Highness, let's play with ourselves first."

Yang Qier blushed in displeasure, and asked again, "Where's Daddy?"

The female officer said again, "The emperor is working."

Yang Qi'er knew that he couldn't go to him because he was doing things, so he became depressed, sucked his little nose, and almost cried.

In the afternoon, Ji Heng went to get the toys and hadn't come back. Only two imperial doctors came to see him, so when the emperor came to see him, he burst into tears of grievance, yelling for Father, The emperor couldn't hug him to coax him, so he had to say, "Father will sleep with you tonight."

He was still sobbing and crying, and when he took the medicine in the afternoon, he was very bad. No matter how much he was fed, he would vomit, and it was on purpose. When he was slapped twice by the emperor, he became even more troublesome. The emperor sent someone directly to Ji's mansion to send a message to Ji Heng, saying that he was not there, Yang Qi'er was crying endlessly, and he didn't drink the medicine.

When Ji Heng returned to Ji Mansion, the concierge saw him, his jaw was so shocked that he wanted to report, Ji Heng hurriedly said, "Don't report, I'll go to my father first."

Ji Heng arrived at Mr. Ji Ge's study, and Mr. Ji Ge happened to be in the study too. Because he was relatively free this day, he was drawing a literati painting for himself.

Although he was drawing, his brows were slightly wrinkled, apparently he was still thinking about other things in his mind.

When the steward of the study outside saw Ji Heng, he exclaimed, "Ah, young master, you...you are back."

Ji Heng nodded, exchanged greetings with him, and asked again, "Is father in the study?"

The steward quickly said, "Master is here."

Ji Heng said, "I'll just go in by myself."

The steward smiled and said, "I'm afraid the master will be shocked too."

The news of Ji Heng's return to Beijing was not intentionally spread, but all the officials and officials in Beijing knew that Ji Heng had returned to Beijing and lived in the palace all the time. It is said that it was because His Royal Highness was seriously ill and the emperor was too sad. He is comforting the emperor.

As for the Ji Mansion, naturally they knew that Ji Heng had returned to the capital, and knew that he had stayed in the palace, but at least the servants of the Ji Mansion would not talk nonsense.

Ji Heng entered the study, saw Master Ji painting at the door, waited for a while, and found that Master Ji hadn't noticed him at all, so he took two steps forward and said, "Father, the child is back."

Mr. Ji was really taken aback. Fortunately, Ji Heng waited for him to put down the pen before he said it, otherwise the brush in his hand would have been shocked.

Master Ji looked at Ji Heng, with a smile on his face, he also walked up to Ji Heng, and sighed, "It's good to be back. I've been away for more than a year, you've worked hard."

Ji Heng bowed to Master Ji and said, "My son is not filial, and my parents are not far away, but I have been away for more than a year. Father has worked hard at home."

Master Ji stretched out his hand and patted Ji Heng's shoulder, "It's right to do things for the court. It's hard work when you are outside and on the battlefield. What is it like to be a father. Come and sit down."

Ji Heng found out that Master Ji was really old, and there were a lot of gray hairs on his sideburns. He couldn't help but feel sad, but he didn't know what to say, but Master Ji asked again, "Your Highness is all well."

Ji Heng nodded, "Exactly."

Master Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Everyone is worried about His Highness's illness. As long as it is all cured, it will be fine."

Ji Heng said, "The child is weak and there is nothing he can do about it. The father is too, take care of your health."

Master Ji said humanely, "Since the incident happened in your uncle's house, the emperor has been alienated from me, and I have given up the power. Now I am just listening to it in the court, and I have nothing to do."

Ji Heng said, "I will ask the emperor for the affairs of my uncle's family, and my father will not care about it. Father's health is important, so it's good if he can delegate some power."

Master Ji said, "Now that I have you at home, I don't need to pave the way for you. I can rest assured to take care of myself at home."

Ji Heng said, "Father has deeper insights after all. My son is not as good as you. There are more things that need your advice."

The two talked for a long time, and Master Ji said, "Have you seen your mother?"

Ji Heng said, "Not yet, I came here directly when I returned home."

Master Ji then said, "Then I will go to see your mother. Brother Ying doesn't go to school today, so I'll send someone to call him over."

Ji Heng nodded. This time Master Ji accompanied Ji Heng to the courtyard where Mrs. Xu is. The concierge has sent someone to inform Mrs. Xu, so Mrs. Xu is waiting for Ji Heng at the door. When she sees him, she will come forward. Holding his hand, Xu always treats Ji Heng as half son and half daughter, so he doesn't shy away from teasing and teasing his son.

Xu's first sentence was to ask, "Your Highness is well."

Ji Heng nodded, "Except for some scabs that haven't receded, everything else is fine. The spirit is also good, it's just because I've been tossing a lot. I'm sore all over with him for a day."

Mrs. Xu laughed, "That's exactly how it should be."

Sitting down in the house, Mrs. Xu served tea, snacks and fruits, etc., and busily arranged for people to move the good materials for clothes from the warehouse, and invited the best embroidery masters to come, To make clothes for Ji Heng and so on.

Seeing that Mrs. Xu was busy all the time, Ji Heng couldn't persuade him, so he had no choice but to persuade her.

After a while, Brother Ying will arrive.

Brother Ying is already 11 years old. He is a young boy as white and tender as jade, with black eyes, a straight nose, and tender red lips.

When he saw Ji Heng, his eyes lit up, and there was a smile on his face, but he still held back, saluted Mr. Ji politely, and then came to salute Ji Heng again, Ji Heng smiled and said, "Come here." Brother, let me see you."

Brother Ying felt a little embarrassed, but still walked up. Ji Heng compared his height and said, "I've grown a little taller."

Brother Ying said uncomfortably, "It hasn't grown much."

After Ji Heng asked him to sit down, he asked about his studies. When he learned that he had passed the Tongsheng examination and was going to take the Xiucai examination next year, he praised him, "Very good."

Brother Ying's eyes were filled with joy, but he wanted to act the most reserved and humble. Ji Heng saw it and thought it was funny in his heart. He couldn't help but think of Xu Qilang again. Xu Qilang was completely different from Brother Ying. Well, if he got the teacher's praise, he would definitely come to Ji Heng to say it, and he would ask him to praise him with a stern face.

Ji Heng's expression darkened, he couldn't tell Xu Qilang about Xu Qilang's death at all, and he also knew that after Xu knew about it, he didn't know how sad he would be.