The birds are chirping in the trees, the little bees are also picking honey on the stamens of the peach tree, and there are bursts of cooking smoke in the side hall of Zhengyang Palace. It is really incomprehensible to the palace people who have not tasted the dishes here.

Jing Kaige, who was waiting for dinner in the Zhengyang Palace, was idle, got up and turned around in the Zhengyang Palace, when he came here at night in the past, the purpose was also very simple, that is, to find Concubine Zhen to papa, and occasionally he would care about Jing Zetian's situation, but there were too few like today, resulting in him not knowing his son at all, this is still his sixth son, and even less care can be given to younger children.

Jing Kaige unconsciously turned to Jing Zetian's house, in the wooden house, the sunlight outside through the window with a curtain made the light in the room relatively mild, and the brown wood gave off a hint of shiny.

There are a few picture scrolls hanging on the window, Jing Kaige curiously walked to a picture scroll, carefully watched, this painting is a picture of the rain scenery depicted with a brush, the beautiful scenery of the mountains and forests in the rain looks like a fairyland, and in the distance of the mountain, there is also a faint painting of a golden palace on the picture scroll, although Jing Kaige is not a master of calligraphy and painting, but he still has a little knowledge, I really don't understand what this painting means, but his eyes are aimed at the poem mentioned on the side, "The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp, The grass is far away, but there is none. It is the best early spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital. ”

"Good poetry!" Jing Kaige couldn't help but praise.

Jing Zetian couldn't help but feel a little ashamed when he saw Jing Kaige, the poems in this room were all plagiarized by him in his previous life. In order to facilitate the painting of useful things in the paragraph, he has been seriously learning the skills of calligraphy and painting since he was a child, so he usually likes to paint casually, and then recently the early spring came, it rained a few times, and Jing Zetian, who felt that his calligraphy and painting were small, painted a painting that he couldn't understand, just thought of what to paint, Jing Zetian called himself a freewheeling school, and by the way, he mentioned a poem to add artistic atmosphere to his paintings, and Jing Zetian did it with self-satisfaction.

"You made it all yourself?" Jing Kaige asked unconfidently.

"Well, it's what the sons and daughters do when they are free, the father doesn't have to take it seriously, the painting and writing sons pursue to be comfortable, so they don't care about the artistic conception." Jing Zetian's face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

"No wonder you said you don't want to go to Taixue anymore, it seems that you do have the ability, but it is still necessary to let the Great Confucian give you lessons regularly, you don't learn the simple, you have to learn more profound knowledge." Jing Kaige said solemnly.

"Father, rest assured, the sons will definitely learn with an open mind." Jing Zetian obediently responded, in fact, he also discovered that this kind of ancient knowledge, the more he learned, the less he knew, most of the teachings of Taixue for his age were elementary knowledge, so Jing Zetian didn't want to continue to waste time there, there was a special Confucian teaching, this kind of treatment is not something that anyone can have.

Jing Kaige no longer continued to talk to Jing Zetian, but continued to look at several other paintings. Now his attention is not on painting, but on poetry, after all, Jing Zetian's liberal painting style is really difficult for ordinary people to understand. "Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times. When Jing Kaige saw this poem, he felt a burst in his heart, and the goosebumps on his body had already risen. Excitedly asked, "You also wrote this poem." ”

"Hey, yes." Jing Zetian generously admitted it again, I did it, anyway, no one in this era can ask him for an explanation.

When Jing Kaige heard his son's words, his heart couldn't help but be shocked again, it was incredible that his son could write such heroic verses when he was in the palace all the year round.

"Zetian, how can you write this kind of battlefield poem when you are in the palace all the year round, and you write it so heroically, it makes my father and emperor feel too much in my heart." Jing Kaige sighed.

"Erchen has enriched his knowledge in Wenyuan Pavilion since he was a child, although he can't go up to the third floor, but the knowledge on the first and second floors is enough for Erchen to learn. In it, the ministers have read a lot of books, and it is not easy for the soldiers on the battlefield, so they feel this way. Jing Zetian explained, he was also telling the truth, once in Wenyuan Pavilion read the description of the war in the historical materials, he couldn't help but think of this poem, so he wrote it.

"Tianzhong talent, Zetian, in the future, my father will also focus on cultivating you." Jing Kaige promised Jing Zetian.

"Huh? That's not good.,Erchen likes to play freely.,You see you haven't cared about me all these years.,Oh.。。 No, you have paid too little attention to your ministers over the years because of state affairs, and everyone can understand it, so I'll figure it out myself. Jing Zetian hurriedly refused. He now realizes that he has accidentally overdone it, and he has to keep a low profile, and then a low profile. Although there have only been two emperors in the thirty years since the founding of Dahua, the succession to the throne has been smooth and stable, and the inheritance of the eldest son is maintained, but Jing Zetian's purpose is to be a low-key person and do things in a high-profile manner, and he doesn't want to enter the sight of many people so early. As for the time of this peace negotiation, it was completely uncontrollable emotionally, so he showed his face a little, and everyone forgot about this kind of thing after a long time, so he didn't feel at ease, but if he was cultivated by the emperor, then if the prince caused the prince's discomfort, it was possible to change, after all, the history of the previous life has clearly stated the bloody struggle for the throne.

"You!" Jing Kaige was really disappointed in his son, and he hated iron but not steel. "Forget it, let's talk about it later." Jing Kaige no longer bothered too much on this matter, his son can teach him how he wants, and he is so capricious when he is a father!

"Father, I see that the meal is ready, let's hurry up and eat, it won't taste good if it's cold." Jing Zetian saw that Qiu Xiang had already brought the plate to the table, so he urged his father. He is a little nervous now, for fear that his father will see too much, and he can't help but cultivate him vigorously, then he will not be fun. But he obviously thinks too much, his father already has his own plans, in this era, what Lao Tzu asks his son to do, his son has to do, and if he doesn't accept it, he will repair it.

"Well, it's okay, the pancake fruit just now has completely mobilized my appetite, let's go, let me see what kind of food you are preparing for lunch." Jing Kaige said in a good mood.

Jing Zetian took Jing Kaige to a specially separated room in the Zhengyang Palace. Jing Kaige opened the curtain with his hand, and saw a mahogany quadrangular table placed in the middle of the room, the height of the table was about one and a half feet, and a chair was placed in each of the four corners, and this chair was also much higher than the usual tiger stool. The wooden windows of the whole room were also completely opened, and under the fresh air, the aroma of the food on the table reached Jing Kaige's nose unhindered, Jing Kaige smelled the food, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but roll over. Then he secretly glanced at the people around him, and found that no one was paying attention, so he put his mind at ease and came to Zhengyang Palace today, so that he, the emperor, almost lost his prestige several times.