As soon as these words came out, everyone in the pavilion was shocked. The prince looked slightly sideways, showing displeasure.
Xia Yunhe didn't care about the gazes of the crowd, and only looked down at the Seventh Prince, with a slight smile on her lips. The red plum blossoms beside her reflected the red plum blossoms, and the wide crimson official uniform made her figure become thinner and slimmer, giving her a sense of airiness and independence.
Hearing this, the young man looked up at her with no trace of envy in his eyes, but turned to look at the prince and others, and called out in aggrieved tone, "Brother."
The sound of "brother" made everyone tremble in shock, and the prince's face lost all expression. The fifth prince next to him took a step forward, not hiding his disgust, and shouted sternly, "How dare you, who is your brother? Don't talk to us." It’s close.”
The seventh prince looked pitifully at Eunuch Li again, his amber eyes filled with tears. This pitiful and resigned look would make anyone who saw him feel pity for him.
Xia Yunhe felt comfortable as she recalled the decisive and decisive prince-general in her memory. It seemed that the chess piece she had chosen was quite interesting.
Thinking about it, a prince who was sent to Beirong as a hostage for six years at the age of seven died in a foreign land without a moment's notice. She doesn't mind helping her little chess piece stir things up a bit.
Thinking of this, Xia Yunhe raised his hand to Li Fushun and said, "General Manager Li, Your Majesty has specially approved a certain disciple to be your own disciple. Although I have little talent and knowledge, I dare not test the princes. His Seventh Highness has just returned to the country and may not be familiar with the country's customs, customs and customs. I should regard him as His Seventh Highness." Clear up the doubts and repay His Majesty’s kindness in promoting me.”
Generally speaking, the prince's teacher is selected by the emperor, but for Xia Yunhe, the emperor instead allowed her to choose her own disciples. A small seventh-rank Hanlin Academy editor could receive such grace, which made everyone confused about the holy intention. Xia Yunhe came here again. One out.
Seeing that the prince's face became darker, Li Fushun said with a guilty conscience, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty said that Mr. Xia should make his own choice, do you think so?"
After being frozen for a long time, the prince suddenly stretched out his hand and broke off a red plum branch on Xia Yunhe's side. With a smile on his face again, he said to the attendant behind him, "The red plums here are pretty good. You can break a few more branches and take them back." After saying this, he didn't even look at them. Everyone waved their sleeves and left, followed closely by a group of people, and the procession left Meixiang Pavilion in a mighty manner.
It was getting colder in the pavilion, Xia Yunhe rubbed his hands together, covered his lips and coughed. Her shoulders sank, and the white fox fur cloak was draped around her body again. She turned around and looked back. Seventh Prince Xie Yi lowered his eyelashes and said calmly, "Master Xia is cold, so I will return the fox fur to you."
He just stood in the snow in a single coat, so quiet that no one could guess what he was thinking.
He was clearly a prince, but he always had a humble attitude. He was completely different from the arbitrary general she had seen at the border in her previous life.
Seeing this, Li Fushun said to Xia Yunhe, "Mr. Xia, since you have chosen the Seventh Prince, we will go back and prepare for the apprenticeship ceremony."
In his previous life, Xia Yunhe was the prince's apprentice, and the apprenticeship ceremony was prepared by the people in the East Palace. The seventh prince's mother and concubine died early, and they were held in hostage for six years. The preparation for the apprenticeship ceremony naturally fell on Li Fushun, and it was not a troublesome matter. It was a favor, and he could also Taking a commission from it, he was happy to act.
Xia Yunhe followed Li Fushun to the imperial study and told the emperor everything he had learned on the way. Emperor Hui was surprised that she had chosen the seventh prince as her disciple. He asked questions in detail, and ordered Li Fushun to buy clothes and charcoal for the seventh prince and organize the apprenticeship ceremony. With Shu Xiu, Li Fushun took orders and left.
Emperor He Hui then asked her kindly, "I heard that Yizhi relied on his talent and pride, and was known as a talented scholar in Dongluo. Why are you willing to give lectures to Lao Qi? Your teacher Liu Rongshan strongly recommends you to be the prince's teacher."
Hearing Liu Rongshan's name, Xia Yunhe felt disgust in his heart, but it only lasted for a moment, making it difficult for Emperor He Hui to notice.
She shook her robe and knelt down, bowing her head to the ground, "The Seventh Prince has lived outside the Great Wall for a long time and does not know much about the customs, customs and etiquette of his country. I just want to share your worries for Your Majesty."
Emperor Hehui laughed, closed the memorial in his hand, and patted it on the table, "Teaching him etiquette and rules has his own palace servants. I watched the grown-up Tanhualang, how can he imitate their flattery, in front of me?" Nor willing to tell the truth.”
"I, I am scared." Xia Yunhe closed his eyes and lay on the ground and stopped talking. When he lives another life, he will no longer be the arrogant and arrogant Xia Yunhe he was when he first entered officialdom.
Xu Shi and Huidi were in a good mood, so they sent her out without asking any questions.
But she hadn't walked a few steps when she met the Seventh Prince Xie Yi again on the street. He was still wearing thin clothes and his face was red, as if he was waiting for her. She didn't say anything after seeing it. She just grinned and showed her little tiger teeth. He took her hand and placed a gold-embroidered peace charm in her hand.
Xia Yunhe touched the peace talisman and found only a small bulge. Xie Yi explained, "There is a small section of cypress branches hidden inside, which means to ward off evil and ensure peace."
She smiled, bowed to the seventh prince, thanked him, and was about to leave, but Xie Yi grabbed her sleeve. Xia Yunhe turned back to look at him for a moment, thought for a moment, and asked, "Your Highness, do you have anything else? "
Xie Yi loosened her sleeves, looked around, and when he saw no one, he leaned close to her ear and whispered in her ear, "Dong Guo Ding is waiting at the gate of the palace now. Master Xia will meet him when he leaves the palace."
Seeing Xia Yunhe frowning, Xie Yi put forward his own suggestion, "Why don't you go to my place for a while and wait for Duke Ding to leave before Mr. Xia leaves the palace."
He has a handsome face, his amber eyes are hiddenly sharp, the corners of his mouth are raised, and the tips of his ears glow with a thin layer of red light under the setting sun. His whole person exudes a cunning that belies his age. It turns out that only when he is alone does he reveal some of his true temperament.
Xia Yunhe said: "Thank you for your highness's kindness, but your highness doesn't know that foreign ministers are not allowed to stay in the inner court without any reason."
Xie Yi was stunned for a moment, frowned, and wanted to say something else, but finally got discouraged, bowed and left.
If she dared to choose the seventh prince as her disciple today, she had already made up her mind to confront Duke Dingguo. If she enters the Seventh Prince's bedroom without permission, someone with ulterior motives may seize the opportunity and impeach her in a court meeting.
As soon as she passed the Qianqing Gate, someone stopped her and followed the boy until she was in front of Ding Guogong Liu Rongshan. This man has frost-stained temples, a long beard and a short moustache, leopard eyes and thick eyebrows. He clearly looks like a military officer, but he is the head of the civil service.
Looking at the familiar faces in front of him, Xia Yunhe's mind was buzzing, thinking of the days in Zhao Prison.
She had sores on her fingers. Liu Rongshan came to see her. He narrowed his eyes and spoke very kindly, "Yizhi, why are you still so angry at being a scholar? The teacher knows the grievances you mentioned. Today the teacher came to Rongbaozhai in person. Purchase Hu pen, Hui ink, She inkstone, and rice paper, write down your grievances, and the teacher will present them to His Majesty for you."
"Write...why don't you write..."
Knowing full well that her fingers were sore that she couldn't hold a pen even if she wanted to write a grievance, Liu Rongshan asked her to dictate the complaint orally, and hired a clerk to write for her. He glanced at her paper, put it in his sleeve, and left slowly.
Only after her death did she find out that Liu Rongshan had not handed her complaint over at all, but had burned it with candles in Zhao Prison.
Xia Yunhe slowly clenched his fists in his sleeves, unclenched them again, and saluted thoughtfully.
"teacher."
He was not the teacher who personally taught Xia Yunhe. Ding Guogong only took advantage of Yuanhua's forty-year scientific examination. After reviewing the papers in his hand, both scholars respectfully called him "teacher".
"Yi Zhi, I heard that you are going to explain the customs and customs to the Seventh Prince." Duke Dingguo sighed, "The Seventh Prince endured humiliation and heavy burden before returning to the country. He neglected his etiquette. You understand His Majesty's concerns. The prince is still young, his words are rude, and he has a lot of escapades. Bear with me.”
Xia Yunhe saluted respectfully and repeatedly said he didn't dare. The two chatted for a while, and Duke Ding left again citing physical discomfort.
She watched the sedan go away and sneered, this bumbling old fox, she died of illness in prison, and this person who persuaded the new emperor to take her head and hang it on the palace gate was very cruel.
Xia Yunhe raised her head and looked at the mottled palace wall. The courtyard was deep, and the branches were covered with snow. Tiny ice picks fell down one after another, crystal clear. When the cold wind suddenly picked up, she shrank her neck, cheered up again, and walked quickly outside the palace. go.
She has more important things to do.
After passing Zhuque Street and passing through Wulu Alley, we arrived at the end of the alley in front of the lantern-lit wooden door. It was already dusk.
Knocking lightly on the door, a woman in her forties, wearing a commoner hairdress and a hairpin skirt, looked over. When she saw Xia Yunhe, she happily invited her in.
"Ah, the young master is back. It snowed last night and it's cold today. I planned to pick you up later, but you came back by yourself."
The woman let Xia Yunhe into the small courtyard. A small piece of land was opened on the east side of the courtyard, and holly was planted on it. The snow fell on it, and the green and white contrasted with each other, adding a touch of vitality to the small courtyard.
Lifting the heavy gray curtain, the woman led Xia Yunhe into the house, took off her cloak, loosened her clothes, took off her wet shoes and socks, took out a green cloth cotton robe, and a pair of felt socks and cotton shoes. His hands are full of work and his mouth is full of energy.
"My lady has sent a letter, and she has sent a lot of dried water chestnuts with her. When will you reply to her? I will go to the Western Market in a few days to buy mountain goods. I happened to pass by the post house and gave the letter to the postman."
The woman's name was Zhenniang. She was rescued by Xia Yunhe's mother more than ten years ago and fed some rice juice to survive. However, she lost her memory and had a simple mind. She was told to call Xia Yunhe "gongzi", so she called her all the way from her hometown in Jiangnan. Xanadu. He is also very strong, he can defeat seven or eight people on his own, and he is even more considerate in taking care of Xia Yunhe.
Xia Yunhe changed her clothes and leaned against the big pillow. The woman stuffed a heater into her hands, took out the quilt and hugged her frozen legs and feet, lifted a soup dumpling and stuffed it into the quilt, and carried a small kang table with one hand. Holding a small plate of cooked water chestnuts in one hand, the small table was placed on the heated kang, and the water chestnuts were placed on the table. He took out a letter from under the pillow and handed it to Xia Yunhe.
The letter home read "My son Ayun personally opens it", it was sealed with fire paint and has not been opened.
Xia Yunhe held the family letter in his hand and felt uneasy. After his father passed away, he went to the Gongyuan Academy and Beijing to take the exam, and became increasingly estranged from his mother. The last time he heard about his mother was in Zhao Prison, when he learned from Liurong Pass that his mother had passed away in exile. When he suddenly heard the bad news, he spurted out a mouthful of blood and never woke up again.
I don’t know how my mother is doing and how she is eating.
She slowly clenched the corners of her clothes, feeling sad in her heart. The woman handed a peeled water chestnut to her lips, laughing and saying, "Hurry up, young master. It was sent from a long way away."
Xia Yunhe saw her holding a small knife with water chestnut pulp remaining on the tip of the knife, as carefree as a child. The Xia family was ransacked in the previous life, and everyone in the house was either exiled or sold. No one was spared.
Fortunately, she got another chance.
She smiled, reached out and took the pulp and put it into her mouth. The cooked water chestnuts were sweet and soft, reminding her of the time when she was a child in the Jiangnan water town, lying peeling lotus pods and rowing under lotuses. At that time, my father was still alive, and he would often take off his finger and put it on his own hand, and his mother would scold him while peeling off the lotus pods, and the whole family was in order.
The woman handed her another white water chestnut. She pushed it back and said softly, "Zhen Niang, you can eat it."
Zhenniang happily ate it, swallowed it a few times, and asked, "Today, Master chose his disciple, who did he choose?"
"Your Highness Seventh."
"Okay, okay, any prince can be taught well. Will the young master return to court tomorrow?"
Xia Yunhe replied softly "Xiu Mu" and asked Zhenniang to fetch a palm-sized, cylindrical flat gold box with black twigs and flowers and wood. She opened the box and found an ebony wand lying in it.
The finger is engraved with cloud patterns, and there is a modified seal script character "Xia" inside.
Zhenniang came over to check it out, and said, "Master's relics——", suddenly she felt speechless, and hurriedly said, "Master, bring your wife to Shangdu next year, so that we can reunite."
Xia Yunhe smiled, took out the ring and put it on his hand.
The woman yelled, and the knife dropped to the ground in fright, "What are you doing? Take it off quickly."
Xia Yunhe leaned away from her, with a serious look on his face, "Zhenniang, the Xia family's 'Night Harvest' hasn't been touched for ten years. Tomorrow you go to the West Market to do some shopping. Tell the third master that someone from the Xia family is coming and ask him to prepare." good."
