In the dispute in the court, Xie Xiuwen didn't intend to let his family know too much, just give a reminder.

Now that there is no crown prince in the DPRK, all forces are desperately trying to increase the chips in their hands, and many things are not so easy to do.

Although the saint is more than fifty years old today, it does not reflect the state of running out of oil and lamps, so Xie Xiuwen feels that the saint can hold on for a few more years, and it is precisely because of this that he hinted that the five princes should not be anxious, and they should fight as much as others like.

The fifth prince's other advantages are not obvious, but he listens to persuasion.

And he has been with Xie Xiuwen for a few years, and he has also learned a lot.

For the turmoil in the court, it is natural to be able to detect it.

Emperor Jingwen was a little tired that day, so he rested in the Ganlu Palace.

"Holy Lord, it's time for you to have lunch."

Emperor Jingwen slowly opened his eyes, this morning was just an early morning for a court meeting, and he felt weak, and he was still asleep just now.

Sure enough, it's old and useless.

"Let's set the table."

"Yes."

The chief manager went here to pass the meal, and Emperor Jingwen came out after changing his clothes and cleaning his face under the service of the palace people, although he had a little spirit, but looking at these dishes, he had no appetite.

After eating a few bites, Emperor Jingwen put down the jade chopstick, obviously not wanting to eat it.

The palace people who were waiting here were terrified.

They are all responsible for serving the saints, and the dragon body is the most important.

The chief steward simply knelt down and prayed, "Holy Lord, you have only used a few mouthfuls, this is not possible, or can you use some more soup?"

Emperor Jingwen waved his hand, but he really couldn't arouse his interest.

The chief manager was worried, and the little eunuch came in to report that His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince was out asking to see him.

"Let him in."

The chief steward hurriedly got up, thinking that if the five princes accompanied him to eat, maybe the saint could eat a few more bites.

The fifth prince, Li Heng, came in with a food box, and after handing it to the chief manager on the side, he saluted and greeted him.

"Excuse me, what are you carrying?"

Li Heng smiled mysteriously, then took the food box and laid out the contents one by one.

"Father-in-law Gao, let's come and test it."

The chief steward understood his intentions, and immediately tested the poison with a silver needle, and then took a few steps back.

"Father, I heard from Gonggong Gao yesterday that you have lost your appetite these days, and I also saw Gonggong An quietly touching his tears when he is old, this is not possible. I went to the teacher's house today, and it happened that the senior sister also went back to her parents' house, and the teacher cooked the dishes herself, and the son was not filial, so he tasted it first and thought it was very good, so he brought it back to the palace to give you a taste."

Emperor Jingwen was coaxed by his words, and at the same time glanced at Gonggong Gao with great satisfaction, feeling that he had not hurt him in vain all these years, and he was really interested.

"What is this?"

"This is some hometown side dishes made by Shi Niang, this plate is Shi Niang's own home made lo mei, and my son loves to eat this bite very much. Do you taste it?"

Emperor Jingwen thought that he couldn't let his son's mind fall through again, so he had to pick up the chopsticks and taste it.

"Well, it's not bad! These bamboo shoots are crisp and salty, so they are delicious."

"Huh? Father, I told you that my mother's cooking is made in the way of ordinary people's homes. For example, this dish of fried bacon with bamboo shoots is fried with ordinary bamboo shoots, not like in our palace, and what kind of chicken soup is used to hang it or cook it again, anyway, the taste is relatively pure, this bamboo shoot is the taste of bamboo shoots, and the tofu is the flavor of tofu, anyway, Erchen thinks it is delicious."

Emperor Jingwen ate well and praised a few words.

As soon as the chief manager saw that the saint could eat a few more mouthfuls of food, he immediately added a bowl of rice to the saint again, and of course, he did not forget to add a bowl of rice to the five princes on the side.

"Father, the soup in the imperial dining room today is good, fragrant but not greasy, and it seems to have a bamboo fragrance

。 You taste it."

With Li Heng following like this, before he knew it, Emperor Jingwen used a bowl of rice to go in.

This made the chief manager very happy.

It's been a few days, and I've never eaten a bowl of rice in the saint!

Because of his happiness, the chief manager looked at Li Heng with gratitude in his eyes.

Li Heng immersed himself in hard work, and after a while, he directly cooked three bowls of rice.

Emperor Jingwen was happy to see that he could eat.

"Yes, after all, it's a young man, and there aren't many bowls of rice."

Li Heng nodded: "Yes." We use this kind of small bowl, and I've only eaten three bowls. But when I followed my teacher to the countryside, I saw that the peasant families ate in such big bowls, and some young and strong men ate two large bowls in one go. But instead of white rice, they eat sorghum rice."

The bowl that Li Heng gestured with was probably several times larger than the bowl he was using now.

The smile on Emperor Jingwen's face faded: "So, does Heng'er think that their life is not easy?"

Li Heng took a sip of soup, then shook his head: "No! Although they eat sorghum rice, at least they can eat enough! I heard those fellow villagers say that it seems that when they were young, they couldn't eat enough, and they still drank two meals a day. Now that his sons are married, and he can still eat dry food, which is something that many people could not have imagined back then."

Emperor Jingwen's eyes flashed, and he didn't say a word.

Li Heng didn't seem to expect the emperor to pick up his words, so he happily drank a big bowl of soup again, put down the bowl, and then touched his stomach with satisfaction: "I'm so full!" This soup is so delicious, would you like another bowl from my father?"

Emperor Jingwen came back to his senses and shook his head, he drank a bowl of soup, it's okay.

"Father, Erchen wants to go to Jinzhou Yunzhou to have a look, the teacher said that the water conservancy in the south is very good, and there are two canals that you ordered to build more than ten years ago, and the teacher said that because of these two canals, thousands of people have been benefited, and Erchen wants to go and see it in person."

Emperor Jingwen's eyes were gentle, and the corners of his lips were also smiling.

"Just to see the canal?"

Li Heng's little face drooped: "Okay, I can't hide anything from my father, Erchen still wants to go to Mingshan Academy to see, the teacher said that there is your most respected Xu Shanchang, you and the teacher will send a lot of things to Mingshan Academy every year, and Erchen also wants to kowtow to Xu Shanchang and see this world-famous Confucian."

Emperor Jingwen couldn't cry or laugh, raised his hand and nodded: "You! I think you just want to go out! You've figured out all the errands of the ministry and think you can quit?"

Li Heng immediately sat upright: "No, Erchen doesn't dare."

"Humph! Put away your little thoughts. Earlier, Xie Xiuwen also told me that you want to go out for a walk, I work so hard in the palace, don't you want to worry about me more? I always want to go out and play, it's not like that!"

Li Heng pouted: "Isn't that so many adults helping, and there are a few imperial brothers." Otherwise, Erchen will go to one less place and not go to Yunzhou?"