On that day, Song Yi was protected by the true king and was not punished. There have been many rumors in the house.

Since then, the attitude of the people in the palace towards Song Yi has become a little ambiguous.

Song Yi pretended not to know, but he still lived without heart and lungs all day long.

As the saying goes, if people don't offend me, I don't offend people. Everyone is polite, why should she worry about it?

In Wentao Garden, Song Yi still does the work of serving the true king every day. However, it is much lighter than before.

Because now there are few people around Song Yi who can't please and stutter, Song Yi can't fake his hands all day long, except for the prince's personal affairs, other jobs are rushed to do.

Song Yi was also happy and relaxed, and there was no hypocrisy.

However, not everyone in the entire palace has changed their attitude towards Song Yi.

In this Wentao Garden, there are two people, and their attitude towards Song Yi is the same as usual.

One is the true king himself, and the other is Yin Xiaohei.

Yin Xiaohei has been by the prince's side for a long time, and he thinks he knows the master.

It is concluded that it is impossible for the prince to have other thoughts about Song Yi.

In addition, he watched Song Yi's behavior, in addition to being absurd and uninhibited, and with a hot temper, he really couldn't see anything attractive. And the master didn't take any special care of Song Yi at all, which made him even more sure.

On this day, Yin Xiaohei was still teasing Song Yi as usual.

knew that Song Yi was practicing calligraphy, but he still asked her to work.

"Hey, the prince asked you to prepare some pastries and tea and send them to the pavilion, and he told those people that he would go to the pavilion to eat tea and enjoy the scenery."

"Aren't there other people in these jobs? Why do you have to support me? Don't you see me practicing calligraphy? ”

Song Yi didn't stop the pen in his hand, and said without raising his head.

Just now, Song Yi was just waiting for tea, and he had nothing to do, so he just came to clean up the calligraphy and paintings in the study, and by the way, he copied it and practiced his dog-crawling calligraphy. Unexpectedly, Xiao Hei came to send her a job.

It's not that Song Yi deliberately didn't care to serve, and he came to practice calligraphy to get the approval of the real king.

Speaking of which, it's another interesting fact.

One day, when the real king was practicing calligraphy, Song Yi was waiting on the side.

Seeing that she seemed interested, the true king asked her to write two strokes.

Song Yi wanted to shirk it, but he couldn't stand the fact that others were the masters. I could only bite the bullet and draw two strokes.

When the real king looked at them, their eyes were strange.

Yin Xiaohei is even more exaggerated: "What are you writing here?" Is this the word? ”

Song Yi has strong self-esteem, how can he admit it in front of others?

I could only choke on my neck, "Why is this not a word?" The prince wrote a small seal, and I wrote a wild grass, you don't recognize it, what's so strange? ”

"Wild grass? Don't laugh off my big teeth. You can't compare to the words of Gui's mother's three-year-old grandson, are you still bluffing people here? ”

Yin Xiaohei didn't believe Song Yi's words at all, although he was not as civil and military as his master, he was also exposed to it since he was a child.

As the saying goes, haven't you ever seen a pig run if you haven't eaten pork?

This Song Yi's character is not formed at all, the font is loose, the wrist is weak, and I don't know what to call at all.

Song Yi was laughed at by Yin Xiaohei, he was not angry, and wanted to argue, but was stopped by Zhu Xi.

"Alright. It's good for people to be strong, but you're really bad. Don't blame others for saying you, if you really don't accept it, you still have to work hard."

Since that day, Song Yi has gained kung fu and copied the calligraphy. Simply, there are some famous calligraphy and paintings in the study.

Song Yi also got a set of four treasures of the study from the true king, although it is not as precious as the real king's own use, but it is not ordinary.

Today, Song Yi wants to take the opportunity to practice again. She always felt that her calligraphy had improved a bit recently.

I didn't write a few words, but I was disturbed by Yin Xiaohei.

She had to put away her pen and ink for a while, and turned her head to get her things ready.

On the other side, the true king was talking to a few guests in the palace.

Song Yi brought pastries and tea and waited in the gazebo early.

Boredom, Song Yi looked at the lake outside the pavilion, at this time, it was already winter.

The lake is frozen, the trees are bleak, although there is no snow, there is not much scenery, and you have to eat some cold wind.

Although the pavilion has been surrounded by felt curtains, there are always some gaps, and the cold wind penetrates into the pavilion, and there is still a chill hitting people.

In the pavilion, there is a blast furnace with warm hot tea. The stove was warm, and Song Yi secretly stuffed a few sweet potatoes under the stove, wanting to secretly make some tooth sacrifices.

After a while, I heard a voice coming from a distance.

Song Yi knew that it was the real king and they were coming, so he hurriedly went outside to greet them.

The true king is wearing a five-clawed golden python jacket today, with a golden crown on his head, and he is in every way.

There are naturally some flattering people around, including a peachy boy with a peach face, a half-centenarian with gray hair, a scholar with a clear style, and a middle-aged man who describes obscenity, but it is very interesting.

When everyone walked into the pavilion, they felt the warmth in the pavilion.

Seeing Song Yi here again, some people quipped, "It turned out that Song Yatou was here?" I didn't see the girl just now. It turned out to be one step ahead of us and prepared early."

Song Yi recognized that the person who spoke was an old guest in the house. In the past, I went to school and took the meritorious examination, although the fame is not obvious, but it is also quite famous.

Song Yi didn't say much, only responded with a smile.

Seeing her lonely expression, the true king didn't say much.

When everyone was seated, Song Yi poured tea for everyone and stood behind the real king.

There was harmony in the pavilion, and soon they talked about the previous events again.

"Lord Wang, Xiaosheng heard about it recently, I don't know if I should say it or not?"

"Today, this king chats with everyone, Chen Gongzi, there is something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it"

"That's what the little student said"

It was a scholar from Henan who spoke, because of the long distance and the fatigue of the boat, he missed this year's scientific expedition, returned to his hometown without shame, and temporarily lived in the palace of the real king.

"Xiaosheng recently received a letter from his hometown, and the weather in Henan this winter is weird. Although it was winter, there was not a drop of snow, and even the weather was very warm. The people in my hometown are panicking, and they are afraid that next year will be another dry year."

What Chen Gongzi said made everyone talk about it.

At first, Song Yi didn't have much interest. But under all the gossip, she still heard a strange thing.

It turns out that Chen Gongzi's hometown, Henan has been in drought for two years, and the people have long been hungry.

Everyone was pitiful and comforted Chen Gongzi. Some people even suggested that the true king could write to the court and allocate funds to relieve the victims, and prepared in advance.

Song Yi knew that they asked the true king to come forward, firstly, to help the victims of the disaster in Henan, and secondly, to take the opportunity to buy the hearts of the people.

But Song Yi thinks that things are not simple, and there must be demons when things happen by accident.

In the three years of drought in Henan, I am afraid that in addition to food, there are other disasters?