Song Zhishu was lighting a fire in the courtyard to cook, and when he saw Feng Kang coming back so late, he asked with a smile, "Uncle Feng, did Sect Master Li leave you to drink?"

Feng Kang replied with an embarrassed expression: "Where do subordinates dare to drink from him, it would be good to come back alive." ”

Song Zhishu was suddenly a little curious, and asked, "Uncle Feng is a martial artist in the Yuanying Realm, can't he still beat Sect Master Li who only builds the foundation realm?"

At the mention of this stubble, Feng Kang's heart began to ache faintly.

He quickly changed the topic and said, "Your Highness, you are a dragon, how can you do such rough work, let me come." ”

Feng Kang said as he walked to the place where the fire was lit, took out the fire fold and lit the dry wood, and then put the iron pot filled with water on it.

Song Zhishu was not idle, walked to the side of the flower garden, bled and plucked the pheasants that Feng Kang caught from the mountains, and cleaned them with water.

His movements are very skillful, and it is obviously not the first time he has done such rough work.

When Feng Kang saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Your Highness, you have suffered. ”

"I'm suffering, it's just a little effort. Those poor people who do not have enough food and clothing are really suffering. ”

Song Zhishu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "The ancients said that a gentleman is far away from cooking. I don't think this sentence is very right, the gentleman and the monarch are both human beings, even if they are in high status, they still have to eat whole grains, so it is natural to learn some skills to make a fire and cook. ”

"There is a saying in the market, do it yourself, have enough food and clothing. I think this sentence is more down-to-earth than Junzi Yuan's cooking, so ah, don't think I'm suffering, in fact, most of the time, when I eat my own cooking, I think it's the most fragrant. ”

After Feng Kang heard these words, he had a little more good impression of the second prince in his heart.

He had met with the prince before, and at that time the prince had always looked at him with condescending eyes and in an aggressive tone.

However, in the end, he politely refused the generous reward promised by the prince and left.

Thinking of this, Feng Kang couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart.

He hesitated for a moment, knelt on the ground with a thud, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, Feng deserves death. ”

"Uncle Feng, what are you doing here?" Song Zhishu asked with a stunned expression.

Feng Kang couldn't bear to continue to hide from the second prince, and replied with a sad expression: "Before Feng met with His Royal Highness, he met with the crown prince and begged His Highness to punish him!"

Song Zhishu subconsciously stood up, his face pale for a while.

Now the court of the southern province is privately divided into princelings and highnesses, and the two factions are fighting openly and secretly, and they do not give in to each other.

This situation gave Song Zhishu a lot of headaches, he didn't think about being an emperor, but in the whirlpool, he was always a little involuntarily.

When he was in the palace, he encountered several groups of assassins, but fortunately, the monks of Qin Tianjian were ordered by the emperor to protect him in the shadows.

This time he left the land of right and wrong in the capital, thinking that the prince would spare him and no longer send assassins to assassinate him.

But I didn't expect that I still couldn't escape the shadow of being assassinated.

Song Zhishu took a deep breath, and the fear in his heart suddenly dissipated a lot.

"Uncle Feng, why didn't you kill me before?" he asked with a calm expression.

"Your Highness, Feng has never had any thoughts of wanting to be unfavorable to you, this was the case before meeting the crown prince, and even more so after meeting the crown prince!"

Song Zhishu was silent for a moment, squatted down, and continued to wash the wild things in his hands.

Feng Kang asked with a puzzled expression: "Your Highness, what are you ......?"

Song Zhishu waved his hand and said to him, "Get up, I believe in you." ”

A simple sentence made Feng Kang, an old man who had lived for more than two hundred years, suddenly have a sour nose and almost shed tears.

Seeing that he was still kneeling on the ground, Song Zhishu said with a smile: "Go next door and call Li Jingsi and Qiudong, everyone will sit together and eat, lively." ”

"Oh yes, remember to ask Li Jingsi to bring a few bottles of good wine, but you can't let him come to our place empty-handed to eat. ”

Feng Kang wiped his somewhat moist eyes, stood up, and replied, "Subordinates obey." ”

In the evening, after Li Jingsi and the little scholar were full of wine and food, they said goodbye and returned to their small courtyard.

Song Zhishu sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, patted his belly, and burped contentedly.

At this time, he was like the son of an ordinary rich and noble family, and he had no consciousness of being a prince at all.

Song Zhishu stretched his waist, turned his head to Feng Kang beside him and asked, "Uncle Feng, since you know that you shouldn't meet the imperial brother, why do you risk being beheaded to meet him?"

"Alas!"

Feng Kang sighed heavily and replied: "In the early years, my unruly grandson was ostracized and framed by his colleagues, and was almost punished and beheaded, but fortunately, the queen mother said a few good words in front of His Majesty, which allowed him to escape. The queen mother and my Feng family have a favor, and I have to return this favor. ”

Song Zhishu leaned over and asked with some curiosity: "Oh, Uncle Feng's grandson, but that Hubu Shangshu Feng Yuanfeng?"

Feng Kang arched his hand and replied: "Exactly." ”

Unexpectedly, Song Zhishu laughed and said: "Feng Yuan is now in his prime, and he looks a little older than you, I call you Uncle Feng on weekdays, if you count it according to seniority, wouldn't that Lord Feng want to call me uncle?"

Feng Kang replied with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "That's true. It's just that even if he calls you uncle, the person who takes advantage of it is not His Highness, but my unassuming grandson. ”

"Well, that's true. ”

Let's ask, in the imperial court temples throughout the ages, how many officials can be related to the emperor's relatives and relatives?

"Uncle Feng, since you are a great cultivator of the Yuan Infant Realm, why haven't your descendants embarked on the path of cultivation?"

"Your Highness, Dao cultivation is based on qualifications, not blood relationships. Of course, there are many children of immortal couples, and their cultivation qualifications are very outstanding, this kind of person is a real pride of heaven, even if their parents are not immortal monks, their qualifications will not be too bad. The reverse is also true, there are many cultivators who are born with excellent qualifications, but their parents are ordinary people who do not have the slightest cultivation qualifications. There are thousands of monks in the world, and the latter tend to occupy the majority. ”

"I see. ”

Song Zhishu deeply sympathized with Feng Kang's statement, such as his father and mother, who were mortals who had never practiced.

But he himself was born with a natal word.

If it weren't for the great cultivator of Qin Tianjian who used secret techniques to suppress his cultivation speed, I am afraid that at this time, he would already be a cultivation genius among the middle four realms.

Song Zhishu glanced up at the night sky and muttered to himself: "The bell and drum are in the first long night, and the stars and rivers want to dawn." ”