After an hour of rain in the courtyard, Jing Shao didn't speak or move, Mu Hanzhang quietly stayed with him, holding him and sitting in the rain for an hour, waiting for him to calm down before dragging him into the house to bathe and change his clothes.
Although the courtyard was Jing Shao used to practice, but is a royal courtyard, the things should be complete, and there are hot springs living water. Jing Shao's main courtyard inside there is a large hot spring pool, but because of the rain can not wash the open air, it will be in the house of the small pool to soak away the cold.
"Ah-choo!" Mu Hanzhang coaxed Jing Shao to drink a bowl of ginger soup, but he himself sneezed.
"You also quickly drink a bowl." Jing Shao handed him the ginger soup, while he himself took a cloth towel and wiped his hair, only then did he remember that Jun Qing's body was not in good shape, and had been frozen when he was a child, and that although the rain in the spring was not cold, sitting in the rain for an hour, the average person would get sick, not to mention him. Thinking about this, busy pushing Mu Hanzhang to go to the hot springs to soak for a while.
"My body is very good," seeing Jing Shao's intentions, Mu Hanzhang guffawed, "I used to kneel in the rain for three hours without getting sick, not to mention ......" Seeing Jing Shao's face change, Mu Hanzhang realized that he had spoken out of turn again, and was busy pulling him to bed.
Because it was built for rest and play, the bed in the other courtyard was much wider than the one in the royal residence, Jing Shao crawled toward the bed twice and came over to lie down next to Mu Hanzhang, his eyes hidden with anger: "Why?"
"At that time, the milkmaid made a mistake, and I was trying to save her," Mu Hanzhang leaned against the large cushions cascading over the head of the bed, bandaging the wounds on his hands with the cloth and medicine he had just found, "Isn't it normal for a child to be punished for kneeling?"
At that time, the nurse's son was caught stealing from the house, and the lady wanted to throw them both out. When he fell into the lake, it was the milkmaid who took care of him without any clothes to save his life, the lady did not give her a way out, in the final analysis, it is still not good to see him as a commoner's son. Kneeling for three hours, or grandmother can not stand to see, only to save the nanny and her son, only to drive them to the manor.
Jing Shao sniffed, the corner of his mouth pulled up a bitter smile, "Yes, I even knelt in front of the Palace of Diligence for a day and a night."
Mu Hanzhang covered the person beside him with the quilt and slid down himself, supporting his head with one hand and lying on his side to look at him, "A day and a night?" King Cheng is the first son of the orthodox family, but in the palace, he is not as happy as he should be?
"At that time I insisted on going to the military camp, father said if I could kneel in front of the Palace of Diligence for twelve hours he would let me go," Jing Shao laughed self-deprecatingly, "Without mother to protect me, my brother and I were not as well off in the palace as the eldest prince born to a favored concubine, all I could think of at that time was that I wanted to go and lead the troops, to hold the military power, and to kill all these people who bullied me to kill them all!"
Mu Hanzhang furrowed his brows and put his hand on the top of Jing Shao's head to gently caress it, but did not speak.
The gentle touch makes Jing Shao comfortable to squint his eyes, took a deep breath, smelled the light fragrance of Jun Qing's body, let the manic mood gradually calm down: "When I was a child, my mother would personally make me a small clothes, and would also make a particularly tasty osmanthus cake, I broke her most beloved orchid, she beat me up, and she cried before I cried, hugging and asking me if it hurt! ......" said Jing Shao's eyes moist.
Men don't cry lightly, just because they haven't reached the sad place. Like Jing Shao such a strong person, shedding tears will cause more and more heartache. Mu Hanzhang looked at this kind of Jing Shao, only feel pity incomparable, slowly lowered his head, in his tightly knitted eyebrows fell a light kiss.
Jing Shao opened his eyes to look at him and rolled over to bury his face in Mu Hanzhang's chest, afraid that he would see his wretched appearance.
Mu Hanzhang lay down, held him in his arms, and gently stroked him on his back, like soothing a wounded beast, over and over again, relentlessly caressing him. Exhausted Jing Shao, in such a beautiful touch gradually fell asleep, the
''Little Shao'er, you're about to have a brother or sister ......''
''Even with a younger sibling, Little Shao'er is still Mother's favorite child ......''
'Out of red! It's a big red! Who's screaming in the chaos? Where is Mother?
''Shao, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's all in the past ...... ''Whose voice is so nice, the scene full of blood and red in front of his eyes gradually dispersed, leaving only a gentle face, handsome and unparalleled people smiling at him in the slightly cool spring rain. The nightmare never appeared again, the dense dream world is only a piece of peace.
The next day, when Jing Shao woke up, the person beside him who had comforted him all night had not yet woken up, tilting his head to look at that person's quiet sleeping face, remembering that gentle light kiss last night, which was only recalled now. Although the kiss only reached between the eyebrows, but let his heart leap. Slowly came over and dropped a kiss on the bottom of the eyes that had a faint green shadow.
Mu Hanyang slowly opened her eyes and saw a handsome face close at hand, she was in a trance for a moment before coming to her senses, "Your Highness ......"
"I've said it before, no calling me Your Highness in private, one penalty for calling me once." Jing Shao disgruntledly placed a heavy kiss on his lips.
Mu Hanyang blushed to bear this "punishment", this person how so many names? "But single call a 'shao' word is so awkward, you have no epithet ...... that, do you have any nickname?"
"Mother and elder brother both call me 'Little Shao'er'." A certain prince rather cheekily contributed his nickname.
Stimulated by the sticky name, Mu Hanzhang's mouth twitched and turned into a light smile, "'Little Spoon', this name is indeed good."
"It's 'Little Shao'er'!" Jing Shao said in dissatisfaction.
"Well, Little Spoon, then I'll call you that from now on as well." Mu Hanzhang patted his head, and got up straight away to start getting dressed.
Jing Shao's eyes widened, was he, himself, being molested by his own princess?
When Jing Shao returned to the Royal Mansion, he was stopped by Mr. Yun and told to deal with the evil consequences of yesterday's downtown horse-riding. Mu Hanzhang was very unrighteous and went back to the East Garden to catch up on his sleep.
"Your Highness, the matter you asked me to look into has a clue," only after finishing a bunch of chores did Mr. Yun bring up the news that had just come in, "It's about the matter of the princess falling into the water when she was a child."
Beiwei Marquis underlings three years a change, after many years, many people who know have not been in the house, even if some in, on this matter is also secretive, which seems to be a taboo of the Beiwei Marquis. Mr. Yun sent people after a few weeks, inquired about the childhood care Mu Huanzhang's nanny, even in the North Marquis name of a farm, from the mouth of the nanny complete hear the end of the matter.
When the North Marquis old lady to the two grandchildren each made a woolen cloak, Mu Lingbao a fox skin, Mu Huanzhang a rabbit skin. Because Mu Hanzhang born good-looking, Mu Lingbao felt that his brother on the cloak than his good, hard to grab over, tearing between him into the lotus pond. At that time, there were two cousins, three children cooing and holding the grabbed the woolen cloak ran away, leaving only three-year-old Mu Hanyang in the pond with thin ice struggling, but fortunately the nanny rushed to a hand to fish him up, and then sick for half a year, only to pick up the life back.
"Bastard thing!" After Jing Shao heard this, he raised his hand and dropped the cup in his hand, I think Mrs. Marquis Bei Wei must have whisked and released her subordinates in order to preserve his son's reputation, forbidding anyone from mentioning it again. An unjust person who kills and maims his hands and feet, the royal family will not agree to him to become the son of the world.
Pacing around the room with his hands behind his back, he turned to Mr. Yun and said, "Now there are two things for you to do, one, go and find out Mu Lingbao's usual whereabouts, hobbies, people he befriends, and places he frequents; and two, find someone to spread the word around the capital that the fourth prince, Jing Yu, likes to eat raw meat, and don't say much else."
Mr. Yun understood about the first thing, but what was this Fourth Prince's preference for raw meat?
"Doesn't Jing Yu like the raw fish meat imported from the East? But it's just a matter of omitting the word fish, just go and do it." Jing Shao hooked her lips and smiled coldly. It was just a matter of blackmail, who wouldn't? He could turn killing 500 descended soldiers into killing 100,000 prisoners, so I wonder what this Fourth Prince's little fetish will be rumored to be, it's really something to look forward to!
After Jing Shao let the news out, he stayed at home every day to accompany his wife, practicing his sword and reading books, enjoying these rare days of leisure, while Mu Huanzhang also finished reviewing the three years' account books of the royal family in a few days.
Looking at the monthly routine on the account, the side lady's is fifty taels, then his monthly silver as the main consort will be at least eighty taels, so that the matter of not having any cash silver on hand will be solved, Mu Hanyang closed the last account and let out a light breath, this is much more than his monthly salary as a lifer.
"Yunzhu, you take this and run, go and collect my last month's salary," suddenly remembering that he still had a salary to collect, Mu Huanzhang handed over a document to Yunzhu, although it was very meager, at least it was a piece of income, "the money you collect will be counted as yours."
"Really!" Yunzhu immediately came to life, "Thank you, Your Highness!" As soon as he pulled the piece of paper and put it into his pocket, he ran out joyfully.
"Young master!" Lan Xuan hurriedly ran in.
"What's wrong?" Muhan Zhang gestured for her to speak slowly.
"Today, Grandma Zhou s youngest daughter ran to look for you, and was stopped by the guards at the side door, and the slave girl spoke ...... with her at the door," Lan Xuan said in a hurry, but she was incoherent.
"What's going on?" Mu Hanzhang frowned, "Did something happen to her family?" Grandma Zhou was referring to his milkmaid, having a young daughter run to him who was already married, she must have encountered a difficult situation.
"Her son broke his leg the day before yesterday, there is no money for medical treatment, the people in the manor said that their family is old and disabled, they can't work for nothing and eat food, they want to drive them out." Lan Ting, who came later, was busy taking over the conversation, otherwise Lan Xuan's stupid mouth would not have pissed the young master off for good or bad, "She came to find you, because she wanted to borrow some silver from you."
"I know, you guys go down." Mu Hanyang pursed her lips, there is no cash silver in her hands, there are some jewels in her dowry, but pawning her dowry when she just got married is hitting her husband in the face, and it is something she can't do.
In the garden, Jing Shao was dressed in a white suit, a long sword danced in a flowing stream. After practicing a set of swordsmanship, Jing Shao withdrew his momentum, just in time to see his own princess standing by the rockery, threw his sword to the maid at the side, and while taking a cloth towel to wipe his sweat, he walked over to Mu Huanzhang's side, and seeing his appearance of wanting to say something, he smiled softly and said, "Junqing, is there something wrong?"
Mu Hanyang pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and whispered, "Can you, lend me a hundred taels of silver?"