Song Jinghyuk was still a little dizzy when he woke up, but it is not difficult to speculate that Yale's idea should have worked, so it seems that this starvation was not in vain.

"Father, I'm sorry for your trouble." Song Jinghe was about to get up and salute the emperor, but was quickly stopped by the emperor. This etiquette is not tight, but don't spoil the relationship between father and son.

The emperor's heart was a little guilty, just after the morning dynasty today, he and Deng Min walked around the imperial garden, the September chrysanthemum was about to fail, and the flowers that had not bloomed a few days ago did not grow up these days.

Suddenly, a kite floated from the other side of the sky, and Deng Min saw it first and told the emperor, "It seems that there is a kite over there." ”

"How can anyone dare to fly a kite now." The Emperor smiled and sat down on the stone bench. Since he left after beating Yuan, no one dared to let him see the kite, he looked back, he couldn't really believe Deng Min's words, and he was still a little curious.

Deng Min didn't refute, the red on the horizon was really dazzling, and he flicked two tails like a fishtail. The kite was falling little by little, in their direction.

The emperor finally saw the kite, he and Deng Min glanced at each other, and realized that they were not dreaming. The body unconsciously ran in the direction of the kite, and the wind pulled the kite slightly, drifting like duckweed on the water. The only thing that is certain is that the kite is getting lower and lower.

The emperor walked to the prince's mansion little by little, and just entered the mansion, he heard someone shouting, "The imperial doctor has arrived." The little guard didn't dare to say that the prince was in trouble, but he only dared to drag a royal doctor into the prince's mansion. The little doctor seems to have just entered the hospital, and the black gauze hat on his head has not been stable at his young age.

"Prince, Prince!" The guards took the imperial doctor to the house, and the emperor, who had watched a farce, finally realized that Song Jinghe was sick, and when he asked, he learned that Taiyu had been on a hunger strike for many days, and today he said that he would fly a kite before going out.

The emperor did not blame the guards for not taking good care of him, but asked two guards to send the prince to the Qiankun Palace to recuperate, and he has always favored Song Jinghe, not only because he is the eldest son, but also because of his face that resembles the queen of Yuan. Jing Hyuk is a continuation of his life with Empress Yuan.

Even if he committed heinous crimes, the emperor could deal with them lightly. Thinking about it again, this country was originally to be handed over to him to take care of, so why bother with him.

Now that the eldest son is fine, the emperor's heart immediately fell. "Deng Min, go and ask the imperial dining room to prepare lotus seed soup, and send it immediately." Seeing Song Jinghyuk emaciated like this, how could he not feel distressed.

Deng Min immediately whipped up the dust and went to the imperial dining room to personally supervise it, and only Song Jinghe and the emperor were left in the Qiankun Palace.

"Father's ......"

"Jing He, are you feeling better?"

The words of the two collided, and neither of them heard what the other said clearly. Song Jinghe was silent and waited for the emperor to speak.

"Jing He, are you better? Why do the good people go on a hunger strike? The emperor also knew that Song Jinghe might be playing a bitter trick, but he had a kind personality and couldn't stand this setback.

Song Jinghe pulled out a smile, naturally saying that it was okay.

The emperor took the initiative to mention the kite of the begonia flower, when he met the queen for the first time, the begonia flowers bloomed all over the tree, and the two should have been combined, and now it has been nearly 30 years, but it is like yesterday.

The two recalled that in the past, there was no Qiankun Hall in the palace at that time. Most of the trees in the palace are begonia trees, and the sky is full of fire. As soon as Deng Min entered the door, he saw the two talking about the past, and they were very enthusiastic.

Deng Min couldn't bear to disturb them, and was just about to put down the lotus seed soup and leave. The emperor turned his head and saw his presence, "The order is issued, from now on, the prince can come and go as he pleases, and the ban will be lifted." ”

"Yes." Deng Min went out again to draft the holy decree.

Song Jinghe smiled, the corners of his mouth were shallow curved, "Thank you, father." ”

The emperor nodded, "You have a good rest, don't delay the court tomorrow." After that, he helped Song Jinghe fold the quilt.

After receiving the pardon, Song Kyung-hyuk felt more free than before. Although the court situation has been very different from the past, it is not afraid of running out of firewood. He returned to the East Palace and took back the right to correct the folds.

On the other side, Song Zhancheng had just been busy for a few days, and he had to go back to leisure. Song Zhancheng went to Xiyuan to take a rest, and a turquoise shadow suddenly fell on the tree, his eyes moved, and the light-sensitive place suddenly darkened.

It's Cheng Jingyun.

"So idle today?" Cheng Jingyun waved her hand and woke up Song Zhancheng, who was pretending to be asleep, in the past, Song Zhancheng didn't even have time to eat, but today he has the leisure to lie in the hammock and listen to the wind.

Song Zhancheng said coldly, "The prince's grounding order has been canceled. ”

"What? The crown prince was grounded? Cheng Jingyun was amazed, she was busy sending Luo Jiu these days, but she didn't know anything about the East Palace.

"Hmm." Song Zhancheng explained the background of the prince's grounding before and after, and also mentioned the queen of Yuan.

Cheng Jingyun's heart sighed, Song Zhancheng has not been taken seriously for a long time, and there are many reasons why he is not the son of the Empress Yuan. She couldn't help but sigh at the emperor's infatuation, nor could she sigh at Song Zhancheng's pity.

"In other words, the emperor pardoned Song Jinghe because of that kite?" In private, Cheng Jingyun has always called her name, and her surprised voice was a little louder, startling the crow parked on the wall.

The rattling sound became farther and farther away, and Cheng Jingyun's exclamation became more and more extinct. I didn't expect the emperor to be tolerant to such an extent, if one day Song Jinghe killed someone and set fire, he probably felt that it didn't matter.

How can it not be embarrassing that there is such an emotionalist leader in such a big country. Cheng Jingyun looked at Song Zhancheng's face, without too much expression, didn't she care? I'm still used to it.

"Let's go, tomorrow morning court."

The sky has just flashed a hint of fish belly white, and the wind is the coolest time. The civil and military officials lifted their long coats and walked into the hall to discuss yesterday's landslide.

The northwest has just experienced a riot of the people, and now it will experience a landslide. It's really a coincidence and helpless.

After the dynasty, the secretary of the ministry suggested that soldiers should be sent to rescue immediately, and someone should build the loose stone mountain above. For corrupt officials, this is definitely a fat gap, but for good officials, it is indeed a good opportunity to show themselves.

"The minister seconded the proposal." "The minister seconded the proposal." There was a constant stream of people supporting the suggestion of the Shoshu of the Ministry of Justice, and such an arrangement would have made the result better.

But now the question is, whoever wants to be the leader of the Great Northwest must be thoughtful and take the suffering of the people to heart.

"The son is willing to serve."

"Erchen is willing to go to the northwest." This sentence was said by Song Zhancheng, the lives of the people have always been above everything else, and he must not let the prince mess around.

"Brother Huang, you stay in Kyoto with your father, and I will accompany you in a few days." Song Jinghepi took over the job without smiling, Yale said that he had to do something to rebuild the goodwill of the hundred officials, and how could he retreat when the opportunity came.

Song Zhancheng frowned, and took another step forward, "Brother Huang's health is not good, the northwest is a wild land, and it is still up to his sons to serve him." Only this time, Song Zhancheng didn't give a penny.

The emperor, who was sitting in a high position, was in trouble for a while, he looked at Song Jinghe, and then at the side of him, not knowing how to decide.