On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the sky was rarely clear, and all the people in the Yanzhou camp gathered around the martial arts arena except for those who patrolled the city and carried water and firewood.

As early as last year, in order to consume the excess energy of the soldiers and prevent them from harassing the people in the city, Zhiying proposed a set of management plans suitable for winter, in addition to the normal daily training and the necessary daily necessities - that is, to carry water and firewood, the soldiers selectively arranged squads for them according to their personal preferences, some went to the river to dig ice and fish, some went to help the people repair the damaged houses, and some learned to make baskets, dustpans and other things from the craftsmen in the city, as well as iron, charcoal, and grinding...... Wait a minute.

With things to do, the soldiers really stopped making trouble everywhere, went to work after training every day, and reported in front of the Taoist master book after doing it, and the main book was written down with a thick book, a pound of fish counted as a horizontal, a basket also counted as a horizontal, pushing and grinding iron counted twice, and finally ranked according to the number of orths, and the top ten people in the number of orths before Chinese New Year's Eve could get rewards, otherwise, if there was trouble during this period, then all points would be deducted.

At the same time, in order to add some fun to everyone's life, Zhiying also asked the carpenter to customize more than a dozen jujus, so that the soldiers were formed into a team of eight, and the two teams were eliminated in a competition, and the final winning team also had a reward, ten taels of silver per person.

In the folk, Keju is a sport suitable for all ages, almost everyone can play, but Cui Yi, the prince who came out of the palace, was clumsy, kicked several Keju and knocked over several people, and was ordered to stay by Zhiying, and was not allowed to harm people anymore.

So Cui Yi could only sit on the sidelines and watch the play, watching Cao Qian, Yang Qiong, and even Bailizan have a lot of fun on the field, and his eyes are red to death.

This kind of anxiety did not subside until the final on the day of the Lantern Festival, Zhiying saw him sitting in the stands and constantly rubbing the ground with the soles of his shoes, holding a teacup and not drinking, looking like there were thorns on the chair, it was really funny and sympathetic, so after the two teams arrived, he asked: "Do you have any kind captains who are willing to take a prince?" Add someone to you, if you win, don't want the prince's share of the reward, and give it to you. ”

Yang Qiong on the red side led the team, Cao Qian on the blue side led the team, and sixteen people looked at each other, not daring to take this hot potato.

So Cui Yi was even more depressed, and he was covered in a chair with black gas.

In the end, Yang Qiong couldn't bear it and said: "The prince is on a team with us, just a little under your feet." "Don't expect you to kick the ball into the goal.

Cui Yi's ears immediately stood up, his tail wagged, and he looked at Zhiying. Zhiying said with a smile: "Go ahead." ”

At this time, Bailizan also came, and when he heard that Cui Yi had joined Yang Qiong's team, and seeing that the team members were all mourning, he couldn't help but smile: "Madame will open a back door for me too?" I and Zhongxing's team just balanced our strength. ”

Bailizan's kick is also very bad, and he can't kick it in if he aims at the door, but fortunately, he doesn't have Cui Yi's brute force, and he won't pit his teammates, Zhiying thought about it, and thought it was okay, so he nodded.

The mourners then became members of the blue team.

Baili Zan went to change the short brown and followed on the field, the captain on the sidelines sounded the gong, Cui Yi rushed out as soon as possible like a wild dog, and with a volley that pierced the rivers and mountains, everyone's eyes followed that direction...... There was nothing, and then I looked back at the prince's feet, and it was good, the brand-new Keju was kicked again, and it was stuck on the soles of his feet.

Zhiying laughed so much that she almost threw the teacup out.

After changing to a new Keju to start the war again, Cui Yi finally stopped using brute force on his feet, and the tips of his boots carefully plucked Keju, as if it was a fragile egg under his feet.

The three people of the blue team surrounded him, and no one dared to go to his feet to snatch the bow, you must know that it is not a few who were stepped on by the prince in the early stage of the knockout round and almost broke his bones, life is the first and the game is second, and no one wants to break a leg in this kind of place.

After a full stalemate of incense, Cao Qian couldn't stand it, and took advantage of the halftime to gather all the players together to discuss the tactics of the second game.

At the end of the break, the second game began, as soon as the gong sounded, the players on both sides immediately rushed up - not to grab the juju, but to surround Cui Yituan in the middle, and the captains of both sides each took one person and started a two-on-two competition.

Cui Yi was surrounded by a group of people to the edge of the venue, rushing left and right, unable to get out, as if he had fallen into a slurry bucket, he was angry and had no choice, he could only watch the two henchmen gallop on the wide martial arts arena, but he couldn't participate at all.

At the end of the second game, each side scored one, and Cui Yi announced his withdrawal in frustration and went to the stands to sit and sulk.

Zhiying smiled and brought him a bowl of yam porridge and said, "Keju is just for fun, it's the same whether you kick it or not, why make yourself unhappy?" ”

Cui Yi took it sullenly, stirred the spoon in the bowl, pressed the right eyelid again, and asked, "What?" Didn't sleep well last night? ”

"My eyelids have been jumping since I got up in the morning," Cui Yi said with a wooden face, "The left eye jumps and the right eye jumps, no wonder people dislike kicking a bow." ”

Zhiying said funny: "There is no such thing, it must be that you didn't sleep well last night." ”

Cui Yi said noncommittally, bowed his head and drank porridge, after the two teams on the field got rid of the oil bottle, the progress of the game improved a lot, the red team scored twice, the blue team scored once, and was stopped for the second time.

After watching it for a while, Cui Yi said coldly: "It's been a whole year since my father died, and I haven't been able to go back to kowtow to his old man and put incense on the pillar." ”

Zhiying looked at him, and also sighed softly: "Yes, I should have gone back to help the spirit." ”

Emperor Jianyuan has always been good to his second son, although not long after Empress Xiaolian's death, he set up another Rong as the queen, and Cui Jie, the eldest son of the concubine, also replaced Cui Yi as the crown prince. But Cui Yi was not born to be the emperor's material, he likes to fight, and he is also good at fighting, Emperor Jianyuan acquiesced to him galloping all the year round, and the rewards that should be given are the same, and even the matter of marrying him has been delayed again and again, and he has not been forced.

Although in the last moments of his life, Emperor Jianyuan was confused and did the stupid thing of helping his powerful son to bully his brother, Cui Yi did not hold a grudge against him, and still respected him as his father.

On Chinese New Year's Eve the year before last, Emperor Jianyuan died, and Cui Jie did not mourn, and waited until he bathed and fasted, sacrificed to the heavens, and took real power, and then announced the death of Emperor Jianyuan in the name of the new emperor.

Cui Jie not only did not plan to continue to be a brother with him, but he didn't even let him do filial piety to his son, but his father died, but he couldn't go back to keep filial piety.

The Keju game ended with the red team having a slight advantage of one more goal, and Cui Yi rewarded them with silver as agreed in advance, and then took her daughter to see the lanterns with Zhiying.

After the sun went down, the air was cold and dry, Xiao Cui Xian's face was red from the cold, holding a lotus lamp that would not shine in her hand, looking around with great interest, Cui Yi touched her daughter's hand, warm, and said, "Xian'er is not afraid of the cold." ”

Holding a hand stove, exhaled a breath of white air, and said with a smile: "Xian'er is like a small stove, never afraid of the cold, last winter, the grassland was full of wind and snow, I was afraid that she would freeze, and I held her in my arms all night long and didn't dare to let go, but Xian'er warmed me." ”

Cui Yi supported his arm, with a slight smile on his face: "It is said that my daughter is my father's little padded jacket, and our Xian'er is my father's little stove." ”

Zhiying laughed again, and saw that someone was selling auspicious cloth tigers on the side of the road, so he wanted to buy one for Xian'er, Cui Yi said: "Xian'er is a girl's house, let's play with rabbits." Saying that, he took a cloth rabbit with three fingers and came to Xiao Cui Xian, and Xiao Cui Xian immediately threw a lotus lamp to catch the cloth rabbit, and she couldn't put it down as soon as she got it.

Zhiying was about to put the cloth tiger back, but Cui Yi said, "The tiger also buys one." ”

The peddler was very good at looking at people's eyes, and immediately flattered him when he heard the words: "This master is a blessed man at first glance, and if you buy a small cloth tiger, Mrs. will definitely be able to add a big fat boy to you in the coming year!" ”

Cui Yi didn't make a statement, paid the money, and still took his wife and daughter shopping.

Zhiying asked, "The prince wants a son?" ”

Cui Yi's expression was indifferent, but the unnatural sliding of the Adam's apple exposed the tension in his heart: "No, let it be." ”

Zhiying couldn't help but feel funny, this guy is always not honest about giving birth to children, although it is true that he was scared when he was a child, he felt sorry for her, and he was afraid that she would have a case, but he had already given birth to a safe and sound, and then only more and more smooth, and I had heard my mother Fan talk about the hard work when she gave birth to herself, and it was much easier when she gave birth to her sister Lingfang.

Thinking of her father and mother in the capital, Zhiying was a little gloomy, and couldn't help asking: "If you have a son, will the prince still be as sorry as he is now?" ”

Cui Yi was asked inexplicably: "Yes, why not?" A son is a son, and a daughter is a daughter. ”

"Then if there is a second daughter and a second son in the future, what does the prince plan to do?"

Cui Yi really hadn't thought about this question, frowned and stopped thinking about it seriously, Zhiying suddenly felt that it was too boring to say this on a big holiday, so he changed the topic again: "Forget it, don't talk about this, since the prince wants a son, I will go to worship the Bodhisattva who sent his son?" ”

"Zhiying," Cui Yi stopped her, with a serious look on his face, and said, "Having a baby is not an easy task, and I don't want to impose my expectations on you, so if you don't want to, don't force it." ”

Zhiying smiled helplessly and said: "It is a woman's responsibility to have children, how can you be willing or unwilling, reluctantly?" The prince is going to be the emperor in the future, how can the emperor not have a son? If you don't have a son, who will you pass on to in the future? If I don't give birth, there will be other people who will be born, rather than let others come, it is better for me to give birth to myself, after all, I did not make a wedding dress for others. ”

Cui Yi's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and his eyes looked at her as if they contained thousands of meanings, but he couldn't spit out a word when the words came to his mouth.

Thinking of his father, the third and fourth brothers who died, and the rest of the brothers who died at any time, Cui Yi felt a burst of desolation in his heart, the saying that ordinary people have many sons and grandchildren and many blessings in the royal family, but it is just the opposite, the only result of the prosperity of men is to fight and kill each other endlessly, if he does not die, Cui Jie will not be at peace, and vice versa, so will his sons also embark on the road of fighting for power and profit and falling on each other in the future?

"Hold profit."

"Huh?"

Facing his eyes as clear as water, Cui Yi said resolutely: "Don't have more sons, just one." ”

Holding Yingwan'er, he nodded: "Okay." ”