Chapter 10: King Jing returns to Beijing

I took a detour and walked a long way, delayed for three quarters of an hour.

What made Bai Ying even more helpless was that when she arrived at Luo's house, she was told that Mrs. Luo was not at home.

"Miss, didn't we run for nothing?"

Banxia helped her into the carriage, and after she sat down, she couldn't help but say, feeling even more worthless in her heart.

I went out to visit on a hot day, but it turned out to be empty.

"Miss, if you need to go out next time, let the slave run errands first, it's inconvenient to go out in such weather."

For Banxia's reminder, Bai Ying nodded, and said before getting into the carriage: "This kind of work can be done by people who are in a hurry." ”

Hearing this, Banxia suddenly realized that he hurriedly got into the car to serve.

Cangshu, who was already waiting not far from the city gate, saw the team in front of him slowly approaching, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

During this time, he, the free prince, took over a lot of things that were originally handled by King Jing in Beijing according to the will of the saint.

Although they were all satisfactorily resolved, they only returned to the house after dark every day, and the Xu Mansion, which had a lot of contacts on weekdays, naturally couldn't find time to visit.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen that girl for more than half a month, and I don't know if that girl misses her.

I gave her the waist card of the garden, and I don't know if I went to see it.

As soon as he thought of that girl, the smile on Cangshu's face was even more revealed, and he didn't even react when King Jing got off his horse and walked to him.

"What makes Thirteen so happy?"

Seeing King Jing walking towards him, Cangshu hurriedly replied: "Naturally, I saw you come back from the fifth brother." Now that you have returned, I should throw the burden off my shoulders back to you. ”

These words made King Jing laugh, his thirteenth brother has been loved by the emperor since he was a child, and after the saint ascended the throne, he favored this youngest brother, and the thirteenth never fought with his brothers on weekdays.

Because of this, he is also the most popular of all the brothers.

Although he is a free prince, he is loved by thousands of people, and the civil and military officials naturally dare not slack off, and there are many people who follow his path, but he never agrees to do things for others.

Yuanzhi, who was following King Jing, walked to King Jing's side, saluted Cangshu, and said, "I've seen Uncle Thirteen." ”

Cangshu looked Yuanzhi up and down, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for so long, but Yuanzhi has grown a lot taller." However, traveling under the scorching sun, it is also dark and thin. ”

When Yuanzhi heard this, he hurriedly said: "Thank you Uncle Thirteen for your concern, my nephew is just accompanying him, how can he compare with my father." ”

Although the age difference between Atractylodes and Yuanzhi is only three years, the seniority is there, and there is no closeness between peers at all, and there is a lot of life and respect.

Cangshu didn't plan to be cold with Yuanzhi, so he immediately said to King Jing: "The saint has already held a banquet for you in the palace to catch the wind and wash the dust." ”

Yuanzhi watched his father and the thirteenth uncle take the first step, and immediately called his guards, and whispered: "You check for this son, which girl went out in a carriage today?" When I got the news, I immediately reported it to the son of this world. ”

As soon as the guard heard this, it was clear that he was looking for a needle in a haystack, but he could only do it with a sad face.

This scene fell directly into the eyes of Cangshu.

What is it that would keep Yuanzhi out of everyone's sight and let the guards do it?

Along the way, Cangshu greeted King Jing and looked back to check Yuanzhi, who was a few steps away from them, and found that he hadn't seen him for a few months, and his nephew was becoming more and more like his fifth brother.

"Thirteenth brother wants to talk to Zhi'er?"

King Jing saw him looking back from time to time and couldn't help asking.

"I just feel that Yuanzhi is becoming more and more like the fifth brother. Speaking of which, Yuanzhi is also fifteen years old, I wonder if the fifth brother has chosen a good family? ”

The so-called choosing a good family is to find a princess.

If the family background is too strong, then the husband's status in the family can be imagined. Although it will be helpful for his career, King Jing will never allow anyone to be equal to him except for the saint.

If it is too weak, it is useless, and it can only continue the incense for the Jingwang Mansion, but as long as this is a woman with a slightly good family background, they will not let a woman who does not control the overall situation be the princess.

The marriage of people in the royal family often has no love at all, and it is only a matter of whether it is useful to the husband's family.

In a word, that is, the wife should take her husband as the sky, not be concerned about the affairs of the court, keep the backyard in order, and not let her husband go home from the outside and be busy fighting the fire in the backyard.

Thinking of this, a person did not swim in Cangzhu's mind, and the smile on his face became thicker and thicker.

Even if that guy messes up his backyard, he's willing to clean up the mess, as long as she's willing to nod and marry him!

King Jing, who originally heard his question, just wanted to reply, but after seeing the smile on his face, he couldn't help but smile: "Zhi'er is not in a hurry, isn't there an uncle of yours who hasn't married a wife yet?" Looking at your appearance, I think there is already a candidate? ”

Cangshu looked at him with a smile and nodded: "Fifth brother, this is your mistake, you are obviously asking knowingly." ”

"It's better to see you admit than to guess yourself, and in that case, as an elder brother, you can rest assured." King Jing replied.

After the ceremony of the Xu family's arrest of Zhou, rumors began to appear in the city that she would be the future wife of the Thirteen Princes. As Xu Baiying grew bigger and bigger, the voice saying that she would be Princess Mu became louder and louder.

He didn't believe such rumors, but when he saw that his thirteenth brother would go back to Xu's Mansion to sit down whenever he was free, he couldn't help but be concerned, and his attitude towards Xu Jiang in the court gradually became clearer.

He had met Xu Baiying once, when the other party was five years old. is small, but he looks cute, and he stands with Atractylodes who is only ten years old, and he is a good match.

Speaking of which, he hadn't seen the child for eight years, and it was estimated that he would have grown into a beautiful embryo.

Compared with the two of them talking happily in front, Li Yuanzhi followed quietly behind, looking a little absent-minded.

Walking from the city gate to the palace will take at least half an hour at this speed.

With the scorching sun on his head and all kinds of eczema under him, he really wanted to ride away.

Distraught, he thought of the shocking glance at himself just now, and his whole heart rippled, which made him want a beautiful woman in his arms at this moment.

In this way, in his own fantasy, he suffered on horseback for half an hour, and finally came to the palace gate.

They had gone to their neighbors by the will of the Holy One, and everything had been done to the great satisfaction of the Holy One, so that when they arrived at the palace gate, they saw that the Holy One was already waiting there.

Cangshu led King Jing and Yuanzhi to step forward together, threw off the hem of his clothes and knelt down in a dashing manner, and said, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live." ”

As they knelt down, the officials around them did not dare to slack off, and knelt down and shouted.

Li Haoyu looked at the scene where everyone was kneeling, couldn't help laughing, stepped forward and held Cangshu with one hand and King Jing with the other, and said, "Two good brothers, please hurry up." ”

Although it is said to be supported, where do Cangshu and King Jing dare to really let the saint help, it is just a false shelf. As soon as the Holy Master's hand touched their clothes, they hurriedly got up.

After the two of them stood up, Li Haoyu said to the minister kneeling below: "Zhong Aiqing is flat." Today is the return of King Jing from my envoy to the neighboring country, and the journey must be very hard. I have set up a banquet in the Yiyong Hall to wash the dust for my fifth brother. ”

Although the clothes on King Jing and Yuanzhi had been changed outside the city, they had already sweated all the way. Even though a feast has been set up, it is not possible to enter it in this way.

Li Haoyu led them towards the Yiyong Palace, and when he was about to enter the hall, he said a few words to Cangshu, and then stepped forward and entered the hall directly.

"The fifth brother and nephew have worked hard all the way, so it doesn't hurt to go down with me to wash up and then go to the palace."

As soon as Yuanzhi heard this, his whole person suddenly became energetic, and he couldn't help but say: "This dress is already uncomfortable on my body, and I can finally change it." ”

It's disrespectful to say this on such an occasion, but Yuanzhi is just a child no matter how he says it, although his age is not much different from Atractylodes, but Atractylodes doesn't need to worry about him.

The three of them laughed, and finally Cangzhu stretched out his hand to make a plea, saying, "Please come here." ”

After bringing King Jing and Yuanzhi to the side hall, Cangshu told the palace maid to serve well, and then left the side hall and walked to the front hall.

Being able to bathe and change clothes in the Yiyong Palace, except for the saint's cronies, it is estimated that no one will have such an honor.

Li Yuanzhi estimated that he was uncomfortable all the way, and among the palace maids who came down in the face of the Holy Lord's orders, he pulled one that was quite acceptable, and then walked directly to the bath behind without the slightest hesitation.

Cangshu estimated the time, and when he felt that it was almost time, he got up and walked to the side hall.

He found a palace maid and asked, "Are King Jing and Xiao Shizi ready?" ”

"Lord Wang, Lord Jing is ready, and the prince still needs a little time."

Hearing this, he waved his hand and motioned for the palace maid to go down for the time being, while he stepped aside, crossed Erlang's legs, picked up the tea that the palace maid poured for him, and tasted it carefully.

Not long after he sat down, King Jing walked out in good spirits, he had changed into court clothes, and the whole person looked handsome and steady.

King Jing looked around for a while, but didn't see Yuanzhi, so he asked, "Why is that kid Zhi'er still not well?" ”

Cangshu held the teacup, remembering what the palace maid said just now, and couldn't help but joke: "It's normal for young people to be angry. ”

When King Jing heard this, he smiled dryly: "Let the thirteenth brother laugh, that kid is also stable on weekdays, and it is estimated that he has really suffocated people along the way." ”

"Huh."

Then, the two looked at each other and smiled, so much so that when Enzhi came out, he didn't understand what they were laughing at.

After they sorted out their appearances, they quickly walked to the front hall, and the banquet really began.

Cangshu sat at the bottom of the saint, listening to the kind words of the saint one after another.

He glanced around the ministers, thinking it was going to be another boring evening. In fact, he didn't need to participate in such a banquet at all, he just wanted to stay in the house and dance and write.

If it weren't for the fact that the saint was sitting on the top again, he probably would really run to Xu Jiang, talk with the other party, and tell some interesting things about Ying'er at home on weekdays.

If that were the case, he would rather do it.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the saint who was still gushing, and sighed silently.