In the Xingzai Palace in Beijing, Shangshu Xia Yuanji accurately understood the meaning of the current emperor's earnest cultivation of this little imperial grandson, so he assisted him very dedicatedly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Every morning, Xia Shangshu accompanied Zhu Zhanji to deal with political affairs. In the face of the huge and complicated events of the various yamen, Xia Yuanji was always able to answer the pen and write, calmly and orderly, and handled the affairs assigned by the emperor Zhu Di, who went deep into Mobei, and the crown prince Zhu Gaochi, who was far away in Nanjing.

With such a capable minister to assist Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Zhanji, a young man who was born with the foundation of the emperor, was hungry and thirsty to accumulate a lot of experience in handling government affairs.

Within a few months, under the careful guidance of Shangshu Xia Yuanji, Zhu Zhanji had already cleaned up the mess in Beijing properly and handled state affairs with ease.

Xia Yuanji led Zhu Zhanji to go deep into the countryside and villages to observe the suffering of the people.

From August to October, this is the time when the crickets are happy. After completing the things explained by Xia Shangshu, Zhu Zhanji told the palace people that he would take advantage of the moonlight to understand the people's feelings.

In fact, he led the Erhong girl and Sun Lingwei out of the palace to catch crickets.

How beautiful the night view of the countryside is in summer.

The sky is like a deep blue curtain, the earth is like a wide hotbed, and the moonlight and stars are the most beautiful and brightest sky lanterns.

The air wafted with the fragrant fragrance of ripe grains, and all kinds of insects and frogs chirped one after another, like a soothing serenade.

After a while, the cricket cage in front of him was full.

"This kind of cricket is called an oil gourd, and the sound is good," Zhu Zhanji grabbed a cricket with a dark black sheen and said to Yao Qinghua, "They are brave in fighting." ”

"But like this kind of big coffin cricket," Zhu Zhanji grabbed another cricket with a head as flat as a coffin and a head that protruded significantly to the sides, and said with relish, "But this kind of cricket can't fight." There is a folk saying that when you catch a lot of crickets, there is a big coffin head cricket in it, and all these crickets will not fight. So you must not mix the big coffin crickets together. ”

Yao Qinghua looked at Zhu Zhanji at this moment, I don't know when he actually had so much research on crickets, and in the knowledge research of crickets, he already has a bit of a taste of "blue is better than blue".

It seems that this handsome little royal guy still cares about me, he likes crickets so much, isn't it the reason to love the house and Wu.

By the way, what about the "stove cricket" I gave him?

Yao Qinghua looked at Zhu Zhanji's handsome face thoughtfully.

"That stove cricket is old, I let it out of the palace." Zhu Zhanji seemed to see through Yao Qinghua's thoughts, and smiled at Yao Qinghua as if inviting merit and said, "Crickets are called 'whooping insects', but I took care of them very carefully, and that stove cricket actually lived for 200 days." ”

"It turns out that my stove cricket-kun is dead." Yao Qinghua pursed his mouth, wiped his tears with his hands, and did not let go.

Although Sun Lingwei was also excited to catch crickets with Yao Qinghua and Zhu Zhanji just now, she didn't seem to be interested in the "Cricket Sutra" of the imperial grandson, Rushu Jiazhen, and at some point, she lay on the other side of the grass and listened to the frogs chirping.

Her body stretched into a large font, and the whole person seemed to have entered another realm.

Yao Qinghua found that after leaving the palace, Sun Lingwei suddenly lost his usual reserve and sophistication, and became real.

Perhaps, in fact, Sun Lingwei has not changed, and has become his own feeling for her?

She saw that Zhu Zhanji was still talking to herself there, so she gently moved to Sun Lingwei's side, followed her example, and lay side by side on the grass with her.

The night was so quiet and so lively, in the bright night, Yao Qinghua suddenly found that there was a faint watermark on Sun Lingwei's beautiful cheeks, which she thought was dewdrops.

When I touched it, it was hot, but it was Sun Lingwei's tears.

Yao Qinghua was surprised.

"I'm crying for these crickets, they are so pitiful, they are nature's freest and proudest musicians, but the emperor's grandson brother wants to put them in a cage, give them a luxurious-looking home, and then let them kill each other."

Yao Qinghua never thought that these words would come from Sun Lingwei's mouth.

Is she alluding to what happened to her? Isn't entering the palace what she is looking forward to the most?

"Sister Hong'er, do you know? When I was a child, I was in my hometown, although my father was only a small Yongcheng County master, but my life was free, our family of three laughed whenever we wanted, and went to play wherever we wanted, but later, Mrs. Peng Chengbo came to my house, and everything changed. ”

Sun Lingwei fell into the memories of the past.

"Every year, my father, together with some tenants on the farm and hunters in the mountains, went to give gifts to Mrs. Peng Chengbo. One year, it was snowing heavily, and I was clamoring to go with me, and it happened that on that day, Mrs. Peng Chengbo was also there, and when she saw me, she suddenly took the initiative to kiss my father. ”

In Sun Ling's whispering and chatter, Yao Qinghua finally figured out that Zhu Zhanji's grandmother, Mrs. Peng Chengbo, had a distant relationship with the Sun family's ancestors, and because of that unexpected meeting, Sun Lingwei was forced to take Sun Lingwei with him and strictly trained him.

"If I had a choice, I hope that on that snowy day, I didn't follow my father to Mrs. Peng Chengbo's house."

Sun Ling said in a tired voice.

"It turned out that this cricket made Sister Wei sad, so I went to ask Brother Zhu Zhanji to release these crickets." Yao Qinghua was sad for a while, and immediately wanted to come forward.

"Don't. Younger sister. Sun Lingwei stopped Yao Qinghua.

"I know, the emperor's grandson brother is also so tired of his life, if fighting crickets can make him happy, I won't stop it, but please allow me to secretly shed a little tears for these little crickets."

The little girl Sun Ling turned over slightly, lowered her face, and whispered in Yao Qinghua's ear, the heat of her speech sprayed on Yao Qinghua's face, and it felt fragrant.

A pair of chrysanthemum-like eyes are as clear as water.

Yao Qinghua felt for the first time that the heart of this good-looking micro sister was as clear as water like those beautiful eyes.

She has always been treating the world with a childlike heart, but she is extremely simple, and in the eyes of complex people, she has ulterior motives.

Now that I think about it, aren't all the things she came to the palace do as she liked? She didn't want to please the world.

Because this is not the world she wants.

Despite this, she still has a beautiful vision and passion for the world.

But in the eyes of those complicated people, it has become a reckless act for the sake of the superior.

Looking at the distance again, Zhu Zhanji, who is obsessed with crickets, is not a child? Although in the eyes of outsiders, he was born an emperor, but deep down, he is also a true and pure child.

Compared with the two of them, Yao Qinghua felt that he was like a vicious old witch, hiding in the body of a seemingly innocent child, but he kept looking at the two of them with an adult eye.

Am I wrong? Is it wrong that I have memories of a past life? Is it wrong that I still remember myself?