[Red House + Comprehensive] Respect to the water

The emperor received another three or two or three dollars in interest for one year, and the broken silver that always felt warm in previous years was only cold for a while.

My heart is relaxed and heavy.

Although the emperor affirmed that his transformation would never betray the most secret tenderness in his heart because of anyone or anything, and this interest made him realize this even more; happy.

The memorial to Jia Jing's disappearance arrived half a month ago.

Yes, Jia Jing, the humerus minister chosen by the emperor for his precious prince, the doting youngest son of the emperor who held the most secret softness in his heart, has disappeared.

Because of the emperor's order, in order to test the sea ship, he disappeared in the vast sea 21 days ago.

There were a total of 59 people on board, and only Jia Jing was missing.

If it was someone else, even if they were lucky enough to come back alive, they would have stamped a reckless stamp in the emperor's heart, which would be rare to reuse.

But that was Jia Jing.

The emperor's precious prince is the only courtier who can be safely handed over to his back, the emperor's Jia Aiqing Huahua's only second son.

So what if he really acted recklessly?As long as he can come back alive, the emperor doesn't mind spending time teaching and sharpening him; even if he really can't be sharpened, the emperor also believes that his little one will be able to use him in important places that don't affect the overall situation, leaving one who can be safe without worrying place on the back.

But in the vast sea, it has been 21 days, the chances of coming back alive...

Even though Jia Jing is somewhat mysterious, the sea is not like those small lakes and lakes in Changchun Garden.

The emperor clenched the small silver nugget in his hand, feeling tenderness and coldness in his heart.

Between protecting the last softness in his heart and being a good emperor, he has chosen the latter; but sending both Jia Daihua and his son to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to be responsible for the manufacture of new firearms and ships has planted a new fear for the Jia family. Hidden dangers are one thing, but it is another to face Jia Jing's death so clearly because of his transfer order.

The Xinjun's fear is far away, and there is still room for solution; but Jia Jing...

Even if Jia Daihua mentioned that he was either a respectful boy or a stinky boy every time, it was far less gentle to Jia Fu, but how could the emperor not understand his own Huahua?He clearly dotes on this youngest son even more than his eldest son!

He didn't blame him, but the emperor couldn't help blaming himself.

But he is the emperor.

The coldest thing in the emperor's heart was that he knew himself clearly, even if he knew that Jia Jing would face such a fate, he would not let others replace him.

The emperor closed his eyes, opened them again, and carefully put the small silver nugget into the box.The hand that closed the box trembled slightly, but quickly stabilized.

Firmly hold the little puppet standing with a mace in the purse he carried with him.

No matter how cold it is, no matter how soft the world is because of this throne, only this one, he will never let go.

The emperor pursed his lips, and when he turned around again, his expression was no different from usual.

It seems gentle and tolerant, but without losing the majesty of the emperor.

The little prince was also looking at He Zhu with dignity: "Is there still no letter from Jia Qing?"

He Ji lowered his head. As an inner eunuch, he is naturally not qualified to know the contents of the secret book, but He Ji has been able to come to this day, and his ability to be careful and watch his words is naturally not small. He reported to Long live the daily life of His Highness from fifteen days ago At that time, from Wansui's increasingly moody and angry face when he heard His Highness mentioning Jia Jing, he knew that something must have happened.

But the news he just received made He Ji let go of his worries about Jia Daihua who could still pay interest to Wansui as scheduled, but he also became more afraid to face the little prince's inquiries several times a day.

Wansui accepted Jia Daihua's interest, but Jia Jing has never received a letter from him - it was clear that there was a letter a day before...

What did this explain, He Ji didn't dare to think deeply, let alone reveal it in front of the prince.

Fortunately, although the prince has to ask three, five or seven times a day, it is very easy to pass, and it is fine to get a "no". Next, it is time to practice calligraphy, to attend classes, to accompany the emperor with the emperor... just appetite It didn't decrease at all, it didn't look like Jia Jing just left a few days ago, the letter was a little late, and he even missed a few mouthfuls of food.

He Ji breathed a sigh of relief, after all, even the prince is still a child.

The emperor didn't dare to think that his precious son was really not that interested in Jia Jing anymore, he keenly noticed the details in He Zhu's report: Xiao Baocheng became more and more fond of his three sets of little dolls, he even had to sleep It’s safe to write it in your hand; the two sets of leisurely pictures are even more in the study and the other is next to the pillow. You may suddenly want to look at them during the day and night. Recently, even the palace staff are not allowed bumped into...

Even though the little prince never asked the emperor if he had any news about Jia Jing, the emperor couldn't help but care about such things.

Xiao Baocheng is not yet ten years old, but isn't he also abducted by Huahua at the age of four or five? After understanding the ambiguity of emotions, he can't forget it day by day until he finally can't let go?

Xiao Baocheng and Jia Jing...

The emperor couldn't imagine what would happen to the little doll who hid in bed and cried secretly even though he was wearing bright yellow, what would happen if he didn't transform; therefore, he felt more and more distressed about his little Baocheng.

The emperor did not regret sending Jia Jing to the prince. The little prince had already proved Jia Jing’s excellent work as a student with his own growth; the emperor did not regret transferring Jia Jing to Jiangsu and Zhejiang. The Three Departments of Manufacturing have preliminarily verified the powerful power of the new firearm presented by Jia Jing.

He just felt sorry for his little Baocheng.

But who made him the prince, and he was the emperor?

Sending the most spoiled youngest son of the only person who gave love in this life to his doom with his own hands, and planting the hidden danger of the family of the only person who gave love in his life may be the ending of family raids... These are all choices that the emperor has to insist on .

Persistence without even the qualifications to feel sorry for and regret.

Therefore, facing the reality that the father he adored and admired actually sent the person he was attracted to for the first time, and perhaps the only time in his life, to his end, this is what the prince should face.

Can't escape, can't escape.

If it was just a father, the emperor would like his precious son’s eyes to see only the sun shining and the flowers blooming in spring. He would be soft and innocent for the rest of his life, and he would always be the fat face with a big smile, who foolishly climbed onto the dragon bed and said that he would warm the bed for him the doll...

But he is the emperor, he is not just a father.

And he is the prince, he is not just his most precious son.

Facing hurt, disappointment, and the cold reality from his most trusted emperor...

Also, he had to face it.

The emperor put down the last approved memorial, raised his head, and said with deep eyes, "pass to the prince."

Liang Liang personally came to the side hall where the prince lived, and what he saw was that the prince was dressed in apricot-yellow uniform, and he was writing with a serious expression.

Everyone in the Qianqing Palace knew that His Highness the Crown Prince had to practice calligraphy every night, and he didn't like being disturbed the most during this period. Even the Emperor had issued an order that unless it was urgent, even if it was an imperial decree, His Highness the Crown Prince should not be disturbed at will in the study.

Therefore, Liang Liang just stood quietly until the prince put down his pen, and then he took a step forward and delivered the emperor's oral order.

The little prince listened with his hands tied, nodded, and ordered He Pu to stay and look at the handwriting he had just written. After the ink was dry and put it in the box on the shelf next to him, he took small square steps and followed Liang Liang. Went to the front hall.

Liang Liang couldn't help but glanced curiously. The inner eunuch was illiterate, but Liang Liang could still tell that the characters on His Royal Highness's precious words were very similar to the four hanging on the front left in his study.

Liang Liang heard of those four words, and they called them "there is no second sun".

Liang Liang, who had long been alerted to the prince's majesty, quickly lowered his eyelids.

The little prince didn't care what other people thought, he stepped into the front hall with a more stable and steady footsteps, looked left and right, and found that there were only a few palace servants serving the emperor, so he immediately changed his dignified and steady appearance Son, rushed directly to the emperor.

Without formality, without waiting for the emperor to give him a seat, he rushed to sit on the kang next to the emperor, bent his body slightly, and put his fat paws on the emperor's knees even though they were not so round. The small chin with only two layers rested on the paws, and the round phoenix eyes blinked cutely: "The emperor wants to protect his success? Are you tired of writing and approving? Baocheng will beat you?"

The emperor couldn't hold back his laughter, but quickly restrained himself, holding down his precious son's small body that was about to turn behind him, hesitating for a moment, but still hugging him tightly.

The little prince had already noticed that the emperor was not in a good mood, but he didn't think much about it: Daqing is so big, there are so many things to do, and the emperor's father always has so many troubles every day, Baocheng just needs to work hard to be a good son and a good prince. No, you don't need to get to the bottom of everything.

Fat paws clung to the emperor's neck, and his tender cheeks rubbed against the emperor's face. Baocheng didn't have the ability to help the emperor's father handle state affairs, so he could only comfort the emperor's father.

The little prince grew up consciously when he started to change his teeth, and it has been a long time since he rubbed his face with the emperor so intimately. Now, this rubbing against the emperor has softened the emperor's firm heart, especially when he thought of the past when he was always in love with his precious son. He didn't rub his face with himself, but he didn't refuse Jia Jing's hug, but all kinds of entangled emotions secretly became more and more sad.

I knew earlier...

The emperor pursed his lips, refusing to think about it, his soft heart hardened again, and after rubbing his face with the little prince twice, he gently but firmly pushed the little prince away, motioning him to sit down on the opposite side of the kang table.

The little prince blinked his phoenix eyes in a little puzzlement, but he didn't speak. He obediently got down from the emperor's side, walked to the other side and sat down. emperor.

The serious and trusting eyes made the emperor's throat tighten for a while.

But in any case, the emperor is the emperor after all, his face is neither happy nor angry, and his voice is not fluctuating, as if he was just saying that he accidentally dropped a gadget on the bottom of the sea, and he lost Jia Jing on the sea in a nonchalant manner. The thing is said.

The emperor prepared all the imperial doctors, just in case something unexpected happened to his precious son who couldn't bear the blow, but unexpectedly, the little prince just listened quietly and asked, "Is there any news from Jia Qing so far?" After getting the emperor's answer of "no news", he just added "no news is good news, and the emperor should not worry too much".

Afterwards, he read, rode, shot, read, and practiced calligraphy as usual, his appetite remained undiminished, and the dark circles under his eyes did not appear at all. Liang Liang dared not look directly into the prince's eyes; Gu Wenhang only sighed secretly that he was a child after all, and did not understand the horror of the sea; The emperor became more and more worried.

He told the prince what the sea is, on the third night when Jia Jing went to Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

And the jade piece that the prince never left for a moment, and the leisurely picture that no one was allowed to touch were enough for the emperor to understand how much the little prince valued Jia Jing.

Why, Xiao Baocheng, who valued Jia Jing so much, was able to go back to normal after hearing the bad news?

... Even the frequency of daily asking Jia Jing if he has received a letter has not changed much.

The emperor insisted on not regretting it, and such thoughts were snuffed out without even a chance, but he couldn't help feeling sorry for his Hua Hua and Xiao Baocheng.

But it's just distressing.

He is the emperor.