It's early morning, the air is fresh, birds are chirping on the branches, and the streets are bustling with people.
The high walls and numerous shades make the alleys cold, damp, lonely and desolate. The prince's residence has a special status and is guarded by officials. It is different from ordinary ordinary homes.
With Li Tang leading the way, Zhao Hong stopped in front of the Zhumen of Yifu in Qinghubei. Li Tang followed and "Bang Bang" knocked on the door.
Zhao Hong looked at the big words "Prince Yi's Mansion" on the door plaque, feeling uneasy and even a little guilty.
Although it is said that he is "revisiting the old place", he does not have this emotion or experience. I am afraid that he will have to brew up his feelings by then.
The Song Dynasty governed the country with filial piety and founded the country with Confucianism. Now that the new year is approaching, if you don't pay a visit to his stepmother who has raised him for more than ten years, he will not be sprayed to death by the saliva of those who are interested.
The Zhumen opened with a creak, and a young man with a black turban and blue cotton-padded clothes poked his head out. He glanced at Li Tang and Zhao Hong, with impatience written all over his pimple-covered face.
"What are you talking about so early in the morning? Who are you?"
"You are blind, open the door quickly! This is His Highness Duke Ji Guo, the original heir of King Yi. Don't you recognize it?"
Li Tang's black face was stern, his eyes widened, and he yelled angrily.
"Duke Ji Guo? Heir to King Yi? Do you have any greetings?"
The boy glanced at Zhao Hong in shock, then returned to normal and asked disdainfully.
A greeting card is a business card. In this era, it is called a "door thorn", and it is necessary for interpersonal communication.
"When Mr. Ji Guo meets the princess, what else does he need? Go in and report!"
Li Tang's dark face became serious again.
My son is meeting his mother, do I need any more greetings?
Zhao Hong secretly screamed that it was going to be bad. With Li Tang's black face, the hostility in the boy's eyes, and the lack of bribes, he would probably be in vain.
"I don't have a famous thorn, so I'm sorry, please go back. Come back when you bring a famous thorn. What about Duke Ji, I only know the current heir of King Yi. Go back, don't stay here!"
Judging from his indifference towards Zhao Hong, he seemed to be no different from ordinary passers-by.
"You bitch slave, you are really..."
Li Tang was furious and was about to get angry.
A guard boy dared to ignore the prince, which was really outrageous.
"Li Tang, don't be rude!"
Zhao Hong stopped Li Tang with a smile.
"Brother, please go in and report to the princess that your son, Zhao Hong, has come home to see your mother."
The king of hell is easy to serve, but the little ghost is difficult to deal with. These snobs are the hardest to get rid of.
Zhao Hong was kind and approachable, but the boy was even more arrogant. He smiled coldly and was about to close the door.
"Princess, you should cultivate yourself and worship the Buddha, and don't see outsiders. You'd better leave as soon as possible..."
With a "bang", before the boy could finish his words, he was punched heavily in the face by Li Tang, and the door was kicked open by him.
"You are like a dog, but you dare to prevent His Highness from seeing the princess!"
Li Tang's face was livid, he pointed at the boy and scolded him angrily, making a gesture of stepping forward.
The boy took a few steps back, covered his left eye in surprise, and shouted loudly.
"Brothers, someone is acting recklessly in front of the house and ransacking the house..."
The boy shouted loudly, but before he could finish his words, Li Tang flew forward in anger, punched the boy again in the right eye, and then kicked the boy violently, knocking him down inside the gate.
Li Tang followed, punching and kicking him.
Zhao Hong put away the money bag he took out and waited until he was punched more than a dozen times in the auditorium before saying something slowly.
"Li Tang, stop it, don't maim the person."
If he didn't stop him, Li Tang's fists and kicks were neither gentle nor heavy, and he might be sent to the intensive care unit.
However, Li Tang reacted too quickly, which saved him a lot of money.
"Your Highness, let me kill this thief!"
Li Tang's face turned red and he drew his sword out of its sheath.
A dog relies on human power, a fox pretends to be a tiger, and encountering such a disgusting thing in the morning made him extremely angry.
"Forget it. Why bother with these disgusting things."
Zhao Hong snorted coldly, and Li Tang quickly sheathed his sword, stepped forward and opened another red door, and Zhao Hong stepped in.
This young man dared to do this, partly because he wanted some filial piety money, and partly because he was used to being domineering.
This is also the consistent style of almost all noble slaves.
Li Tang followed him through the door, glared angrily at the boy holding his head on the ground, and spit on the ground.
Zhao Hong couldn't help but smile. This Li Tang doesn't understand the sophistication of "filial piety to money". He is a straight man with character. No wonder he has a dark face all day long.
"Stop, who is acting arrogant here?"
The two of them had just entered the gate, and within a few steps, a thin Confucian scholar came over, followed by several menacing servants armed with guns and sticks.
"Mr. Zheng, he beats people for no reason and wants to force his way into the house!"
The beaten boy quickly got up with an apologetic smile on his face, a typical villain who complained first.
"You arrogant dog slave!"
Li Tang's face turned red and he was about to explode again, but Zhao Hong stopped him.
"Zheng Xuelu, I haven't seen you for a few days. Prince Yi's palace is so arrogant that he won't even let his son in to see his mother!"
Zhao Hong sneered and turned his eyes to the thin Confucian man.
This evil slave reminded him inexplicably of the security guards in certain units and companies in later generations.
"Your Highness, why are you here? I am rude."
Seeing that it was Zhao Hong, Zheng Qingzhi was also surprised and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
As a student of Taixue and the teacher of Zhao Guicheng, the heir of King Yi, he had met Zhao Hong quite a lot and couldn't be too familiar with him.
"Mr. Zheng, the new year is approaching. Is it okay if I come back to see Princess Yi, my mother?"
Zhao Hong looked at the frightened boy and bowed his hand to Zheng Qingzhi in return.
"Your Highness, distinguished guest, distinguished guest! Come and see the princess, Prince Yi's palace is in full bloom. Did this little slave offend you?"
Zheng Qingzhi looked at the frightened boy and understood in an instant.
This evil slave, whose filial piety has come to the head of Zhao Hong's bad temper, is no wonder he will be burned.
"Zheng Xuelu, this fellow refused to let His Highness in, and the other two spoke rudely to His Highness. Your Prince Yi's Mansion is so arrogant!"
Li Tang pointed at the boy who was slapped in the face and continued to get angry.
There is a difference between high and low. If a guard boy dares to stop the current prince, he will be killed. If this spreads to the ears of the ministers and the emperor, Prince Yi's palace will be disgraced, and he will follow suit.
"You are a bitch slave, you dare to blackmail His Highness Duke Ji Guo. Are you out of your mind and crazy?"
Zheng Qingzhi shouted angrily and ordered his servants to come.
"Beat this guy 20 times and wait until His Highness is punished!"
This guy made a wrong calculation. Even if Zhao Hong beat him to death, no one would dare to make irresponsible remarks. This guy really ruined the reputation of Prince Yi's Mansion.
"Mr. Zheng, you are wronged! Please spare your life!"
The boy kowtowed repeatedly and begged for mercy. Zheng Qingzhi waved his hands with a dark face, and the servants quickly pulled the boy down.
Zheng Qingzhi turned around with an apologetic smile on his face.
"Your Highness, the princess is at the Buddhist hall. I will take you there."
"Mr. Zheng, I'm done."
Zhao Hong nodded, and the smile returned to his face.
"Your Highness, please."
With Zheng Qingzhi in front and Zhao Hong behind, they headed towards the Buddhist hall.
"When I revisit my old place, things have changed and people have changed. Except for the princess who is still here, I don't seem to recognize the other relevant people."
Zhao Hong followed Zheng Qingzhi forward and suddenly felt emotional.
He was pretending to be a ghost, but he was actually expressing his dissatisfaction with the "boy blocking the door" incident.
This guy Zhao Guicheng moved in and did his best to occupy the magpie's nest and seize his empire.
Historically, Shi Miyuan forced Zhao Hong to commit suicide. This guy was already the emperor of the Song Dynasty, but he kept silent. If he had said something, at least Zhao Hong could have saved his life.
However, the butt determines the head. Had he been on the throne, he probably wouldn't have allowed such a threat as the deposed prince to exist.
"His Royal Highness has been away for more than ten years. If you are free, you might as well come back and visit often."
Zheng Qingzhi smiled apologetically and treated Zhao Hong perfunctorily.
"Mr. Zheng, life is short, but many people don't understand it. They insist on fighting for power and profit, openly and secretly, and even ignore the principles of human relations and heaven. I really don't know what to say!"
Zhao Hong didn't even look at Zheng Qingzhi and said again.
"Your Highness... what a wise person said!"
Zheng Qingzhi was sweating on his forehead and already felt a little guilty and short of breath.
What does Zhao Hong mean by this?
"Mr. Zheng, you are a master of Neo-Confucianism in this dynasty and a wise man. Wouldn't it be nice to come to my house anytime and sit around the fire and talk about Taoism?"
Zhao Hong looked at Zheng Qingzhi, who was smiling forcefully, and spoke softly.
"sure!"
Zheng Qingzhi nodded and bowed. Unknowingly, several people had arrived in front of a side courtyard, and Zheng Qingzhi immediately stopped.
"Your Highness, the princess is inside. The old minister will not go in."
He was sweating profusely now and wished he could leave as soon as possible.
"Thank you Zheng Xuelu."
Zhao Hong thanked Zheng Qingzhi and muttered secretly.
It seems that Zheng Qingzhi is an honest person and gets flustered after even the slightest trial.
"Mom, I'm in!"
Zhao Hong took a few steps forward and knocked on the door.
"Come in, Jun'er."
A soft voice came from inside.
Zhao Hong gently opened the door, while Li Tang was waiting outside.
After entering the door, I walked around to the Buddhist hall in the back. On the futon, a middle-aged woman in her forties was sitting in meditation, turning the beads in her hand and muttering to herself.
Although the woman is dressed in plain clothes, her complexion is fair and graceful, which is very different from ordinary folk women.
"Mom, the baby is here to see you."
Zhao Hong said softly and saluted the woman.
He came to see Princess Yu of Yi this time, one as a courtesy, and the other to see if he could get help from this "Mother" to help change his current predicament.
There is strength in numbers, and he cannot always fight alone.
"Jun'er, you're really here."
Seeing that it was Zhao Hong who appeared, Princess Yi's concubine Yu's eyes were full of surprise.
"Mom, you are much thinner! But you are also much more beautiful!"
Zhao Hong quickly took a few steps forward, helped Yu up, and sat down on a chair nearby.
Respect the old and love the young, no one needs to remind him, he still understands.
Whether you are thin or not is another matter. No one cares about a word of concern.
"Silly boy, my mother is in good health, so you don't need to worry about it. Your mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter!"
Mrs. Yu sat down, her eyes full of kindness.
King Yi Zhaojuan was the cousin of the current emperor Zhao Kuo and the most beloved grandson of Song Xiaozong Zhao Shen. The Yu family is the wife of Yi Wang Zhao Jue.
In the fifth year of Shaoxi, that is, 30 years ago, Zhao Kuo, who had newly ascended the throne, issued an edict to canonize his younger brother-in-law Yu as the wife of Xianning County, and then granted the title of Mrs. Anguo.
In the second year of Kaixi, also 18 years ago, the king of Yi, Zhao Guan, died of illness. Zhao Luan and Yu had a son, Zhao Gai, who died at the age of three. Before Zhao Kuan died, he asked the emperor's cousin Zhao Kuo to give him an heir.
Immediately, an edict was issued to appoint the son of Zhao Xiqu of the clan as his successor. He was renamed Zhao Jun, led by General Qian Niuwei on the right, appointed a professor in the mansion, and added an observation envoy to Fuzhou. In the eighth year of Jiading, Zhao Jun was renamed Zhao Guihe by his uncle Zhao Kuo. In the thirteenth year of Jiading, Zhao Kuo's heir and crown prince Zhao Xun died of illness, and there was no crown prince. Zhao Kuo made Zhao Guihe the prince and changed his name to Zhao Hong.
Zhao Hong grew up as a child in Prince Yi's Mansion, and lived with the Yu family for more than ten years, so naturally he had a deep relationship.
But what Yu didn't know was that the son in front of her was already a high-end imitation.
"Jun'er, you haven't come to see my mother for a long time!"
Yu's eyes were moist and she couldn't help complaining about Zhao Hong.
"Mom, the main reason is that there is an heir in the house now. Things have changed and people have changed. It will be a little inconvenient for the child to come again. Please don't be angry, mother."
Zhao Hong blushed secretly. He originally thought about squeezing two drops of "crocodile tears" or two drops of eye drops, but now it seems that he has overthought it.
Yu lost her husband and son at a young age, and the new son she had worked so hard to raise was made a prince by the emperor, leaving her alone. Although the Yiwang Palace now has an heir named Zhao Guicheng, Zhao Guicheng was only selected as the heir at the age of 17 and has already grown up. It may take time for both parties to establish a relationship
And because Zhao Guicheng was chosen by Shi Miyuan, Zhao Hong looked down on Zhao Guicheng, and because he was a donkey, he rarely came to Prince Yi's Mansion.
