Bai Ling walked around the courtyard completely.

She reviewed the list in her hand again, and felt that all the things that should be moved should have been completed.

As the sun rises, so does it get hotter.

The sunlight dappled through the flourishing foliage overhead, Bai Ling looked up, "What kind of tree is this?" ”

"It's broad-leaved red, a kind of cinnamon."

"Osmanthus tree." Bai Lingnan repeated nannanly, as if he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, there is still here." ”

She pointed to the shade of the tree at her feet, "You can go and get me a rocking chair again, and put it under this big tree." ”

When this osmanthus blooms, the whole courtyard should be very fragrant.

And in autumn, when there are no chores, such a small courtyard with the fragrance of flowers is really suitable for reading.

Zhao Qi nodded on the side, took out a thin stick and dipped it on the tip of his tongue, and added a sentence at the end of Bai Ling's list.

Bai Ling breathed a sigh of relief, she stood in the shade of the tree and looked around the courtyard that belonged to her at the moment, and then she really realized how comfortable it was to have an independent office area.

……

In Prince Gong's mansion, Zhen is standing in front of the mirror and personally crowning the prince.

This jade lotus crown is rarely taken out by the Zhen family for the prince to wear, firstly because it is heavy, and secondly because it is precious and fragile.

"Mother...... I think it's okay. Chen Yicong waited a little impatiently, "You are dressed up now, wait for the child to take two steps in a while——"

"Don't move." Zhen said softly.

Chen Yicong took a deep breath and sat down obediently.

Zhen took the meridian hairpin and gently passed it through the hair crown, and she said in a low voice, "Your imperial grandfather summoned you alone today, there must be something very important to say, you have to listen attentively, and you must also remember it carefully, understand?" ”

"Well," Chen Yicong replied seriously, "the child understands. ”

"Listen more, talk less." Zhen added.

Chen Yicong replied noncommittally - he sometimes felt that the imperial grandfather on the throne he knew and was familiar with was not the same person at all as the emperor in the eyes of his parents.

However, he understood that the concubine was worried that he had said the wrong thing, and for the sake of safety.

"Do you hear that?" Zhen asked.

Chen Yicong smiled, "I heard it." ”

At this time, King Gong had already gone out of the palace to discuss matters with the cabinet ministers, and Zhen personally sent the prince out. Zhen looked at his son's back, and suddenly felt a strange feeling.

I always feel that Chen Yicong is still crying in swaddling clothes or yesterday, why is it that all of a sudden, it seems to have grown up.

Chen Yicong flew on the horse, glanced back at her mother, and saw that she was thinking about it, so she couldn't help but shout softly, "Mother? ”

The princess looked at the prince again.

"Then I'm leaving." Chen Yicong said softly, "If the child comes back late at noon, the mother concubine should not wait for me, eat by herself first." ”

Zhen nodded.

Under the escort of the palace people and guards, Chen Yicong's figure gradually faded away on horseback.

Zhen never went back, but stood there fixedly until he saw Shizi completely disappear at the end of the road.

When the child is older, some things can probably only be carried by himself.

Only he can carry it.

……

In the Heart Cultivation Palace, Emperor Jianxi was half-leaning on the cushion, his complexion today was slightly better than the previous two days, but his expression was frozen there, obviously very unhappy.

On the opposite side of Emperor Jianxi's soft collapse, there was the huge map of Zhou Jin brought back from Guan Shan.

And he was blushing, half-lying and reading the recitals handed over by the cabinet.

Suddenly, all the folds handed over began to complain, how could he not understand the thoughts of these courtiers - it was nothing more than a few hardships handed over first, begging the court to solve it.

In this way, if something happens in the future that needs to be held accountable, then this recital will be taken out again to defend that he is not derelict in his duties, but has a real "difficulty".

Emperor Jianxi replied one by one, and it was very rare to scold the courtiers one by one in the recital.

It's not his usual style.

The so-called unknowable punishment is unpredictable.

When is the threat of the Son of Heaven the most feared? It is always the most intimidating when the courtiers are not angry.

Now, however, Emperor Jianxi suddenly grew tired of these tricks, and he also hated these pretended stupid gestures.

He replied with a furious look—only by imagining the horror and ashen appearance of these soft bones when they received the fold could he calm the anger in his heart.

After a while, Qiu Shi suddenly came in with brisk steps, and told Emperor Jianxi as if he had reported good news that the prince had come and was waiting outside.

Emperor Jianxi sighed softly, he threw away the fold in his hand, and also put down the pen.

"Wait for what, let him in." Emperor Jianxi replied softly.

Qiu Shi turned around with a smile and passed it, and Emperor Jianxi also looked at Huang Chongde at this time, "What about the chessboard?" ”

"The slave and the maid are taking it."

"Take it out." Emperor Jianxi stretched out his sleeves with both hands, propped himself on the edge of the bed, and tried to sit up.

His face finally showed a somewhat relaxed expression, "Today, I want to have a good game with the prince." ”

Seeing that Emperor Jianxi's face slowly turned clear, Huang Chongde's face also showed a little smile, he nodded in response, and went to find the chessboard.

Chen Yicong's footsteps outside could already be heard, and Emperor Jianxi's eyes fell on the side of the corridor, and Chen Yicong quickly entered his line of sight.

The young man approached, leaned over and kowtowed, "Son-in-law Chen Yicong, knock to see the emperor's grandfather, long live my emperor, long live long live, long live—"

Emperor Jianxi was slightly stunned.

Today, the prince did not wear a robe, but changed into an almost formal robe, just like the night he visited the garden of Anhu.

Emperor Jianxi's gaze fell on the crown of jade lotus flowers above the prince's head.

"Your mother picked out the crown for you." Emperor Jianxi asked softly.

Chen Yicong raised his head before he was about to answer, but he was suddenly slightly shocked by the emperor's grandfather's face - he did hear his mother concubine mention a few times that the emperor's grandfather has not been in good health recently, but he didn't expect that a person would age so quickly.

"Why don't you answer?"

“…… Be. Chen Yicong replied, "The mother concubine personally picked this crown for me today. ”

Emperor Jianxi laughed, "Do you know the origin of this hair crown?" ”

Chen Yicong frowned slightly, "Erchen doesn't know." ”

"I don't know...... Go back and ask your mother. ”

Emperor Jianxi sat up straight, his feet on the ground, and his sudden rise made him feel slightly dizzy.

"Grandpa ......?"

Emperor Jianxi didn't speak, just closed his eyes and waited for the dizziness to pass.

After a while, he reopened his eyes and saw that Huang Chongde had already returned with the chessboard and chess pieces, and was standing aside and waiting.

He motioned for Huang Chongde to do what he had to do, so the palace people quickly moved a small table and a chair.

Soon, everything was put away.

"Chen Yicong come here," Emperor Jianxi waved his hand to the prince, "Come again...... Accompany me in a game of chess. ”