[Red House + Comprehensive] Respect to the water

On the other hand, because the emperor remembered the old things, because today's political affairs are not too many, and the little prince didn't take a break at noon today, and went to bed early in the evening, the emperor just walked around by himself. Gyeongbokgung Palace, where he lived before he ascended the throne.

The moon was still very round and bright on the [-]th and [-]th, and there were no clouds tonight. Although the night in early spring was a bit cold, there was no wind at this time. The emperor sat in the small courtyard of the side hall of Gyeongbokgung Palace and drank by himself. All the attendants in the inner prison palace were waved away by him, and only one person looked at this small courtyard that was not much different from decades ago.

Smiled once, sighed once, then took out the little man standing with a mace in his purse in his arms and fiddled with it again. It was still like many years ago when he was the size of a little glutinous rice ball. I will sit here and watch him dance in the yard with the 69-way Kanglong mace.

It's a pity, even if you are the supreme being in the world, you can only keep this small courtyard, and you can't keep people.

In other words, reluctant to keep.

Although I can't keep it, I'm always a little lonely, but thinking about it now, I'm actually happier.

Probably really in a good mood, even if I woke up the next day and found that there was an extra woman beside me that I shouldn't have, the emperor just ordered someone to give her medicine, and ordered the slaves who guarded the courtyard gate last night to go to the Punishment Department to receive ten. Up to forty boards will be fine.

The emperor didn't take this matter to heart any more. It was unlucky that Liang Liang, the highest-ranking eunuch among the palace servants who accompanied the emperor last night, gritted his teeth and asked his subordinates to investigate the incident after receiving forty boards. The identity of the woman is not mentioned.

Let's say that after the emperor went to court too early, although he had a slight headache due to hangover, he only took a quick bath, and as always announced that the little prince was in the front hall.

The Lantern Festival had just passed, and most of the memorials were for the ministers to greet the festival, but there were also quite a few snowstorms here and droughts there, the emperor had to read them carefully one by one.

The little prince obediently rubbed the ink for his imperial father. He only felt that the imperial father was really hardworking. During the Chinese New Year, there were several reports of disasters...

Of course, the people are also very pitiful. The little prince himself walked from the side hall wearing a big woolen coat and holding a hand stove, and even felt cold. They said that even the house was crushed...

The little prince couldn't imagine what it would be like to not even have a house in the early spring when the ice and snow hadn't melted.In the previous year, he even sat in a warm sedan chair from the side hall to the front hall!At that time, I only thought that snowflakes fluttering in vain were very amusing, but I never thought that it would be such an abominable thing...

The emperor rubbed his forehead, but couldn't help laughing: Snowflakes are not always hateful, but because they are too big and the people's houses are not secure.Most of the time, it is still a "auspicious snow heralds a good year"!If the snow is timely and appropriate, the next year will be better, and the crops will be better planted, and the people will not have to go hungry.

The little prince nodded: "This is what the emperor said before. Everything has good and bad. Can't you just look at one side?"

The emperor touched his son's hair with a smile: "Yes, Baocheng is really smart."

The little prince grinned, seeing the emperor rubbing his forehead again, and he also heard that the emperor was drunk yesterday, so he tilted his head and pointed to the stacks that were separately separated to ask for peace. : "Baocheng read it to the emperor?"

The emperor nodded casually, and the little crown prince opened a booklet in a vague manner, and read: "The imperial envoy Zhen Yin, the president of the Jinling Provincial Institute of Physical Education, respectfully invites the Holy Lord Wanan..."

The emperor didn't care about it at first, but when the little crown prince recognized [-]% to [-]% of the words on the booklet, he sat up seriously, even forgetting the shock when he heard the word "Zhen" for a while, just Smiling, he looked at his glutinous rice balls, Xiaoyuan's paws holding the booklet, and the child's voice read aloud, sometimes mixed with the sound of slobbering. The emperor tried his best to hold back his laughter, and just listened quietly, occasionally correcting one or two mispronounced words, Or suggest one or two words that Tang Yuaner doesn't know.

After the little crown prince finished reading a book, the emperor wrote a few words on it, and couldn't wait to grab the glutinous rice balls: "When did my Baocheng know so many words? You are so smart!" The emperor remembered It is very clear that many of the characters read by the little prince were not taught by him.

The little prince's eyes were bright, and he pursed his lips and showed a somewhat embarrassed yet smug smile: "Actually, my son can only recognize some characters, but he can't write them yet."

The emperor became more and more curious, who taught his precious son, how could he make him know so many characters after his third birthday?And why is the teaching so sloppy, only taught to recognize characters, but not to teach writing?

The little prince became more and more embarrassed: "No one taught me... I followed the words on the picture when Jia Qing read the story to me, but I didn't write it on purpose..."

Because of the emperor's astonishment, the little prince was even more ashamed that he was sloppy in learning, but he didn't say that Jia Jing also advised him to learn to read a few more words first, and it's good if he can understand the story of the picture for a while.

The emperor looked at the embarrassment of his glutinous rice balls, and laughed: "It's good to be like this. Father is at your age, but he can't recognize those many characters. Even if he can write, he can't write like you." That's good." The emperor's words were true, where did his father attend and teach him when he was three or four years old?It's just that Jia Daihua can teach him a few words-it's just that Jia Daihua's own education level is also extremely limited, and what he can teach a three- or four-year-old baby is naturally even more limited.

The little prince Tang Yuan'er just didn't believe it, his royal father was the best and most powerful, how could he not be able to do what he could do?

But the little prince didn't know that the best and most powerful emperor father in his family had actually been tricked just last night.

Although it was not a big deal, it might even be a blessing to some people, but it was also a shame to the emperor, but because the emperor was in a good mood and was eager to go to court early, he didn't punish him much.

The emperor would not tell his son such an embarrassing thing, so he accepted Tang Yuan'er's firm and trusting gaze cheekily, and happily listened to him read two more books in a milky voice, because he was reluctant to let his son have a small voice Too tired, the emperor personally fed the little crown prince to drink half a cup of honey water, and casually ordered the center to draw up an order - the memorial must be concise in the future, talk about things when you have something to say, and write a lot of tens of thousands of words with less delicate vocabulary and flattery Son, but in the end the business is only a few dozen or hundreds of words.Even if you ask An Zhezi, you will only follow the condensed ones, with less flattery.

The little prince drank half a cup of honey water with the hands of the emperor's father. There was not much left, and it was not too hot. He hugged it with his fat paws, with the edge of the cup pressed against his lips, and his fat head nodded when he heard the emperor's words. point, the cup also shook, but fortunately, only a drop of honey water splashed out and stuck to the little prince’s lips. The child stretched out the tip of his pink and tender tongue, and licked off the honey water drop. The words he said were really sweet. : "Although Gu thinks that what they said is still true, but some are a little exaggerated, the emperor's father is indeed the best and the best - it's just that it's easy for them to write a memorial, and the emperor has to review so many books every day. ...Anyway, the emperor's goodness is still so good even if they don't want them to say it, but there is no need to tire your eyes just to see their truth."

The emperor laughed, ahhh, Tangyuaner gave her such a high evaluation!Then I have to work harder, and I must not be like my father back then. After I gradually realized what happened, I forced myself to wear down the admiration and admiration that was originally like glutinous rice balls into unspeakable disappointment and regret.

The melancholy in the emperor's smile is only fleeting. After all, there are such cute glutinous rice balls. Even if the biological mother dies early and the biological father does not like it, the grandmother and adoptive mother have their own thoughts, but there is no need to lament the shallow relationship in this life.

Although the little prince was precocious, he was really a child, and he just sat next to the emperor, and didn't see the emperor's expression at that moment, so he suppressed his smile and said seriously with a serious face: "It's just that the emperor should be careful of them." , don’t even say what should be said in order to simplify the memorial. If the people’s livelihood and state affairs are delayed because of this, the people will suffer, and the emperor’s heart will be distressed.

The emperor became more and more happy, and stroked the soft top of the little prince's hair, thinking that if there were a son like this, he would not change it for a hundred more.

Although the emperor knew in his heart that even if he didn't give orders, no one would really stop talking about business because of his will to simplify the memorial.It doesn't matter if there are few said, or negligently, or intentionally, it doesn't matter whether there is a streamlined memorial or not.It's just that Tang Yuan'er remonstrated in a serious manner, and what she said was correct, it was just a matter of adding a few words to the imperial decree, so she ordered it.

The emperor chatted with the little prince for a while, then looked at the words written by the little prince yesterday, and nodded with satisfaction.Because he was not in good spirits today, he asked the little prince to go back first, and he himself hastily read through the funeral memorials, and after making sure that he did not hide any important information, he also went back to the east warm pavilion to lie down and rest.

The little prince walked back to the side hall where he lived.

Sure enough, Jia Jing was still sitting on the edge of the porch basking in the sun.

Now it is the middle of the day, the sunshine in early spring can be regarded as warm, and the snowflakes that have not been swept under the trees by the stones have melted, but the season of melting snow is not warmer than that of snowfall, and there is wind again at this time , Jia Jing was only wearing a simple official robe, and he never came to the palace wearing the cloak bestowed by the emperor.

However, the little prince was used to seeing that Jia Jing only wore spring and autumn style official robes even in heavy snow days, so he was worried that he would be cold at first, so he rewarded him with a mink fur cloak, but Jia Jing only wore it that time. If he doesn't wear it anymore, the little prince has confirmed that he is not cold, so he doesn't care too much, but every time he sees Jia Jing in a light suit, it looks like a pompom that wraps his already round and fluffy body even more. , the stepping threshold that was already relatively calm has turned into a big project that must be cautious to prevent embarrassment, and the little prince has to be envious and jealous.

Fortunately, there is no hate.

Fortunately, the little prince has been working hard to move towards the road of a good prince.

Although seeing this scene, Tang Yuan'er, who had just crossed a threshold with difficulty, inevitably made her round mouth more and more round, but she didn't say anything, just stepped on her short legs and rolled all the way to Jia Jing's side. Jia Jing didn't seem to notice that he was coming, let alone got up to say hello. He just stretched his fat paws, which were a little cold because he was too lazy to hold the hand stove, into Jia Jing's sleeves, squinting his round eyes in satisfaction. up.

Knew it!Jia Qing's body temperature is much more comfortable than that of Mrs. Tang.

Jia Jing was also not polite, and picked up the little prince and put it on his knee. The little prince was a little surprised for the first time. After all, with his identity, there are few people who are qualified to hug him except the emperor. It is the emperor who wants to hug his son. It's not good in front of courtiers and outsiders!

Although Jia Jing was a bit bolder and acted more casually, the little prince didn't care about it. Anyway, he was surrounded by slaves. After being surprised once or twice at the first time, now he can spontaneously sit on Jia Jing's lap. Consciously found a comfortable position, and then leaned back, it was really comfortable.

Jia Jing also consciously moved his body along the direction of the wind. The little prince was hardly blown by the wind, and his eyes narrowed because of his comfort: "Jia Qing, what are you talking about with Gu today?"

The story of the filial son is finished, and now the stories told every day are more casual, Jia Jing is still thinking, but the little prince speaks first: "Just now the emperor and Gu talked about 'auspicious snow heralds a good harvest'. You can’t generalize the two sides—but why does the snow protect the crops when it falls well?”

Jia Jing was stunned, he is not an agronomist!All things have their own laws, but Jia Jing practices qi and comprehension, thinking about the way of heaven, but not mortal crops or anything, he can still grow spiritual grass and fairy medicine, mortal fields and so on, but he doesn't go to Zhuangzi very much, but he manages it anyway Jia Fu, who is in the general affairs of the mansion, also knows more than him.

The little prince held his fat chin and sighed, sure enough!Jia Qing has never been omnipotent, but when I first saw her, Ice Juyang was so shocking that I often forgot it accidentally.

Jia Jing unconsciously rubbed the face of the little prince's glutinous rice balls, why don't you wait for me to go back and look through the agricultural books, then go to Zhuangzi to ask the old farmer, and tell you later?

The little prince's eyes flickered, going out of the palace, asking the old farmers, inspecting the people's livelihood and so on, is actually what a good prince must do, right?

Gu is not playful!

Although I have lived in this palace for several years, there is really no fun, but I am very busy, I have to learn various skills every day, so I have no time for fun!

Agriculture and people's livelihood, that is the fundamental event of the country!

The little prince has a serious face.