Zhu Qiming was reluctant to swagger around as a prince, so those maids who knew a little about him were sealed by Yanluo, and the grandmother who came to serve him obeyed Yanluo's instructions and was commensurate with him as a son in front of outsiders.

The two grandmothers, one surnamed Xu and the other surnamed Zheng, are both over fifty years old, among which Mama Zheng's legs and feet are not very neat, but her cooking skills are good, Zhang Luo's four dishes and one soup made Zhu Qiming swept away. It was the first time since he had left for the north that he had enjoyed such a delicious meal.

"Your Highness, this place is called Hang Weiju, and it has been empty until His Highness comes down, and Mrs. Ru ordered someone to clean it up." Seeing that Zhu Qiming was enjoying a good meal, Mama Xu opened the conversation. Although she is old, her posture is stern, her tone is gentle, her words are clear, and she looks like she is used to serving your lord when she speaks.

Zhu Qiming threw himself into the chopsticks, "Mama Xu, there are a lot of people living near Hang Weiju, right?" ”

Mama Xu approached to clean up the dining table, "There are several widows or young ladies of official eunuchs, alas, they are all hard-working people. ”

Zhu Qiming rinsed his mouth, was waiting for tea, and heard the sound of the piano floating, listened quietly, and knew that it was "Dongting Autumn Thoughts". The elegant sound of the piano depicts a freehand landscape painting with clear water and sky, but in the dreamlike artistic conception, a faint melancholy is floating with the sound of the piano, as if salvaged from the depths of memory a long-term thought, sad and eternal.

Zhu Qiming's nose was inexplicably pantothenic, he put down the teacup, and was stunned in his seat for a long time.

Mama Xu was quite familiar with the piano, and when she saw Zhu Qiming's gloomy expression, she whispered: "Madame Ru may have forgotten to tell His Royal Highness that the one who caress the piano in the East Courtyard is Miss Mei." It's pitiful, her father was once a Wanping County Cheng, because he was unwilling to bend the law in a big case, offended the court and the central government, a family of seven died six overnight, Miss Mei was only ten years old at the time, and was saved by a servant woman in the family, and now the maid who is with her is the daughter of the servant woman. ”

After Grandma Xu finished cleaning up the meal case, she sighed before leaving, "When the person who broke into Mei's house on Chinese New Year's Eve claimed to be a Jiangyang thief, in fact, everyone knew that it was someone taking revenge!" ”

The sound of the piano stopped, Zhu Qiming looked out of the door, and saw a crooked kite swaying and flying into the air, which was simply unsightly and ruined the scenery!

"There are few people here, Miss Mei has a cold temperament, since the beginning of the spring, she is either playing the piano or flying kites, ouch, her kites are very ugly, but she doesn't care, sitting there holding the line, looking at the sky, the whole person seems to have lost her soul. Oh, she usually ignores people, but the slave maid sees it really, and she is willing to talk to His Highness. After Mama Xu left, Mama Zheng said.

That girl's surname is Mei? Her father was tragically killed because he offended the senior officials of the DPRK and China? A little girl who witnessed the murder of her entire family should have left multiple wounds in her heart! Zhu Qiming couldn't see the powerful bullying the weak and harming the innocent in his life, thinking of Miss Mei's experience, his heart was a little unbearable, for some reason, Wang Kui, Ni Niang and other deceased figures appeared in his mind from time to time, I only felt that Miss Mei and Wang Kui, Ni Niang's identities are very different, but they all have similar suffering lives.

remembered the past when he flew kites with Quqing in the other courtyard, so he planned to show his hand and make a more delicate kite for Miss Mei.

He ordered Mama Xu to find knives, bamboo, paper, and thread, and after a while, he made a butterfly-shaped kite.

"Your Highness's hand is so skillful!" When Mama Xu spoke in admiration, she took the kite and turned it over and over again, obviously Fang Cai's words were not perfunctory.

Zhu Qiming approached the kite and took a closer look, and felt that he could still afford Mama Xu's beautiful words, "Mama gave it to Miss Mei, so that she should stop flying ugly kites, so as not to let this king see it and lose her appetite!" ”

"Yes."

There was a familiar whistle faintly in the distance, Zhu Qiming's heart tightened, and he reflexively opened his legs and ran out of Hang Weiju.

Hang Weiju is only a mile away from the Furong Building where Yanluo lives, and along the path, through a dense flower forest, he came to the front of the small building. Surrounded by a group of maids, Yanluo greeted her along the corridor.

"It's just a small group of thieves, and the slaves and maids have sent hundreds of people to intercept the thieves everywhere, Your Highness doesn't have to worry."

Worried about Lu Xiyao's safety, Zhu Qiming was unable to solve his worries, and was about to speak, but saw Pang Zhe walking briskly from the south entrance.

"Please rest easy, these thieves are becoming more and more lonely, and they can't afford to make big waves, Your Highness doesn't have to pay attention to it, if there is a strange feeling, people outside will come to report it." When people from all walks of life gather in Zhuolu Mountain, there will be masters who will take the opportunity to make waves, and that is when His Royal Highness should worry about Miss Lu's safety. ”

Zhu Qiming hesitated for a long time, and finally put away the idea of putting on his armor and riding away. "How many thieves are there in the mountains?"

"Those who fled escaped, those who were injured were injured, and there were only more than 100 thieves left, and it was difficult to become a climate." Yanluo walked down the corridor and came to Zhu Qiming's side, "Your Highness, Hang Weiju is a little deserted over there, and there is an empty courtyard on the west side of Fuyuan Tower. ”

Thinking that Yanluo was the woman of the king after all, and living next to her would eventually be suspected of being a melon field and plum, Zhu Qiming declined Yanluo's kindness, and after saying goodbye, he returned along the trail.

He did not return to Hangweiju, but traveled eastward, lying on his back on a grassy field, sniffing the warm breeze, hoping to capture the familiar breath.

There was a bleating sound in his ears, and Zhu Qiming turned his head to glance and saw a half-grown man driving a flock of sheep into the meadow.

It seems that the people here have someone to help them when they are in trouble, but they usually have to support themselves, even children, and live an ordinary life.

A man who looked like a teacher passed by and stopped to tease the half-grown child.

"Boy, why are you herding sheep?"

"Make money."

"What do you do to make money?"

"Marry a daughter-in-law."

"What do you do with a daughter-in-law?"

"Bear a son."

"What do you do when you have a son?"

"Sheep grazing."

Zhu Qiming was about to laugh heartily, and saw a colorful giant butterfly flying in the air, with layers of wings, which was extremely three-dimensional. He couldn't help but marvel at his kite tie skills.

Haha, with this miracle, if you don't win a place among the craftsmen in the world, it's like a pearl in the dust!

Hey, boy, why herd sheep? Learn from this king, be a kite champion in the future, and you will be famous all over the world!

Zhu Qiming stood up proudly, and the middle-aged uncle who looked like a teacher looked at him in a daze, bowed his hand slightly, and turned to leave.

The half-sized boy stared at the kite in the air.

Zhu Qiming inadvertently looked along the string of the kite and saw a young girl standing against the railing, her eyes facing the sky, her thoughts as if she were in the clouds.

He suddenly felt in a trance, only to feel that time had gone back, and Lu Xiyao's demeanor many years ago had reappeared in front of him.

"Sister Mei!" The half-sized boy beckoned to the girl vigorously.

The girl's head moved slightly, she glanced at the half-grown child lightly, her eyes fell on Zhu Qiming, her eyes were bright, a trace of shyness flashed in her eyes, and she immediately lowered her head.