Xu Yi walked out of Chengqian Palace, went to Qianqiu Palace to see Xiao Jiu, hugged Xiao Jiu and drank a cup of rose dew water, and coaxed Xiao Jiu to take a nap.

Qinghuan, the palace man beside Xiao Jiu, recalled the recent situation, "... After you moved out of the palace, the people in the dining room became more and more sluggish, and for a few days the food was all cold, and the oil was condensed on the surface, and every time the slaves used oil lamps to roast and warm up little by little and then give it to the Nine Emperors to eat. Anyway, Qu Guifei saw that the Nine Emperors were pitiful, so she deliberately reprimanded the dining room. The Third Prince, oh no, His Royal Highness King Yong also came to Qianqiu Palace to take a look at the Nine Emperors, and this day is better. ”

Xu Yi nodded, went back to the original room, sat in front of the bare bed, and pondered for a long time.

Looking out the window, it is because summer is coming, the banana tree in the yard is born to the sun, green and beautiful, and the banana leaves are crisp like silk when the window, delicate and picturesque, very cute.

Next to the plantain tree, there is a small tree, growing in a hidden and dark place, and the branches and leaves are slightly scorched yellow against the background of the plantain.

One is born towards the sun, the other is a place of tranquility and shade...

One is full of life, and the leaves are as green as clear emeralds;

A quiet wither, an unexpected storm can destroy it.

Xu Yi propped his hands on his knees and pursed his lips tightly.

The saint is the sunshine...

They are the trees...

When you grow towards the sun, you can be vibrant, flourishing, flowering and bearing fruit.

Contrarily...

Xu Yi sighed softly, glanced at the hourglass, had already gone down, had a plan in his heart, stood up, walked out of the Qianqiu Palace, and went to the Taiye Pool.

Concubine Shun is right.

The summer is hot, and the edge of the liquid pool is cool, diluting the heat, and the whole person becomes a little sober.

Xu Yi did not stand in the shade of the lush vegetation, but instead faced the Taiye Pool with his hands behind his back and stood in the direct sun.

The water of the Taiye Pool is sparkling, the sun is shining down, Xu Yi doesn't know how long he has been standing, there is a mighty group of people in the corridor, led by Wei Donglai, the great eunuch of the Qianhe Palace, who saw Xu Yi, and said "tsk" in his heart - how can this Su Ri have a cold face and a cold heart How can he also know that he is blocking the saint in the Taiye Pool today?

Wei Donglai glanced at the east, the sun hasn't risen in the west today!

"Slave, please Your Royal Highness King Qin!" Wei Donglai slandered in his heart, with a smile on his face that everyone saw him, and turned sideways to let the saint who came after.

The saint was forty last year, right?

It was a proud spring breeze, the beard between the temples was black and shiny, and the face was kind and kind.

"Yo, the fourth child has entered the palace?"

Xu Yi pursed his lips, buried his head, lifted his robe, and knelt down with a "poof".

Wei Donglai glanced at him, and the female envoy who followed behind him buried his head and dispersed, and he also bowed his head, looking at his nose and nose, and only did not see anything - just kidding! What kind of person is the fourth person in the palace? He doesn't smile and doesn't know how to be flexible. To put it nicely is to be upright and fair, and to say it ugly is to be unkind, this is the same as the three princes who are exquisite, it is simply a heaven and an underground, to put it bluntly, the noble second prince did not take a shelf!

Such a person, in front of a minion, knelt on the ground.

Most of the time, this is not a good thing, and it is not an easy task.

The saint was not surprised, but smiled, "What are you doing?" The officials gave you leave this morning, and I was surprised. You are a person who is happy and angry when the sky falls, and when you were a child, you had a high fever and had to go to school, why did you take a leave of absence today? Bad bones? ”

When the sage talked about his childhood, Xu Yi's eyes softened, his eyes stared straight at the ground, and he kowtowed, "Father, my son is guilty!" ”

As soon as the sage raised his hand, Wei Donglai bowed down and moved a stool covered with a mat board.

"Tell me, what crime?" The saint did not speak to arouse people, and his tone did not change at all, and he still sounded happy, so that people could not hear his joy and anger, "You didn't come to the court today, and Zuo Xiaowei Pei Siguang and Yongyi Hou Pei Sijing of the Yongyi Hou Mansion also did not go to the court." The former reported a major event in the family, and the latter reported a disappearance. ”

Xu Yi threw himself to the ground with both hands.

The sun shone on the top of his head, and sweat ran down his forehead and down his cheeks.

He could hear his voice clearly, "Yongyi Hou and his seven sons are dead, and their bodies are in Baishiguan outside the city, and they were all killed by their sons. The latter forcibly abducted the daughter of a good family in an attempt to commit misdeeds, while the former taught his son no way, connived at life, spoke and acted excessively, and insulted the royal face. Son..."Xu Yi's tone was very calm, as if he was stating the miscellaneous affairs of others, "Son, they are all killed with one sword." Later, the Baishi Temple opened the door for the noble family in Beijing to do a good job, hanging a sheep's head to sell dog meat, under the guise of Taoist purity, but in fact, the dirt inside the sky, the son burned the Baishi Temple in a rage. ”

Xu Yi took out a thick account book from his sleeve and held it above his head with both hands, "This is the account book that Baishiguan has privately received with the noble family in recent years. ”

Wei Donglai took it forward.

Suddenly there was silence.

Not at all.

Xu Yi didn't dare to look up.

He didn't know much about this father.

It's not as good as his two older brothers to please him.

He has not been close to his father since he was a child, firstly, he is the teaching of the grandmother of Qianqiu Palace, the king is more important than the father, the son is lighter than the minister, although he and the saint are father and son, but they are also monarchs and ministers, and they cannot rely on blood to have half a point of arrogance, and secondly, the two elder brothers occupy all the sight and attention of their father, and he has a cold temperament, disdain and is not good at doing this, and he says this.

The son and the father gradually faded.

He didn't know whether today's actions were a blessing or a curse.

But he knew that whether it was a king or a minister, he should not deceive.

Xu Yi knelt straight, and his face did not move.

After a long time, Fang heard a few hearty laughs from the saint.

"I thought it was a big deal." The saint smiled.

Wei Donglai took advantage of the situation to help Xu Yi up.

Xu Yi stood still in his robe, bowing his head, neither relieved by the smile of the saint, nor apprehensive by the attitude of the saint.

The sage looked at him and smiled and asked Wei Donglai to move another stool, "Sit down." Have you been standing by the pool for a long time? I see sweat on your forehead and back. The saint casually threw the account book aside, and smiled, "If you kill it, you will kill it, and if you die, you will not be able to come back to life." The Pei family has indeed been too arrogant these days-Lord Jingkang Weng cried to the concubine, and the old lady of the Pei family dared to release cruel words..."The saint paused slightly, and his tone was a little mocking, "Lord Jingkang Weng is the granddaughter of the old concubine, and she has the blood of the Xu family on her body!" The Pei family dared to bully with their heads down! He won't die today, and someone will collect his body tomorrow. ”

This was the first time Xu Yi had heard the sage clearly comment on his courtiers.

Xu Yi didn't say a word.

He didn't stand for anything.

The saint didn't ask him, and he couldn't talk casually—that's the way of a king.