Hearing this "mother", Aunt Qiu's tears that had just stopped welled up again: "It's my mother who's useless, if I wasn't a concubine, you wouldn't have to suffer so much." Over the years, seeing her son having to bow and call him young master, and the child having to go behind someone's back even when he wanted to call his mother, the pain of this is something that no one can understand.
Aunt Qiu was originally the first daughter of a merchant family in Jiangnan, the Qiu family in order to borrow the power of the Marquis of Northern Wei to do business, so she married the Marquis of Northern Wei as a concubine. Originally, with a handful of good skills in calculating accounts, she won the favor of Mrs. Bei Wei Marquis, in the residence of the days can also be lived, every day carefully wait for the lady, just want to be able to live a good son. But now, so understanding to people's heartache of the child but was taken away from the qualification of the examination, married to a violent prince, how can she not very, how not complain na?
Watching the always spirited and cheerful mother become like this, Mu Hanzhang's heart was very bad, and took his mother, who had lost a lot of weight, into his arms: "Marrying the king may be a good thing, and getting into the imperial court doesn't necessarily mean that you can be safe and smooth, mother has to pull herself together, or I'll be worried."
On the way back, Mu Hanzhang had been silent, clutching a palm-sized purse in his hand hidden in his sleeve, which contained the one hundred thousand taels of silver bills given by Aunt Qiu.
"Every year the Qiu family gives the dividends, most of them I have saved, in this house is not much use, are left to you. The royal water is deep, even if that person favors you for a while, it's impossible for him to be in love with you for the rest of his life. With this kind of money, I feel more at ease."
"Jun Qing?" Jing Shao, who had been left out in the cold, looked at him with a pair of slightly drunken eyes open in dissatisfaction, "Did you hear what I said?"
"Hm?" Mu Hanzhang turned his head, a hint of confusion in his beautiful black eyes, which instantly regained their clarity, "I have lost my manners, Your Highness forgive me."
Jing Shao sighed, "It's fine, I'll take a nap." Just now he was saying that he didn't agree to Marquis Bei Wei's request to get involved in salt attraction, but pointed him to another path, it would be meaningless to say this a second time, as if it was a willful show of merit, so he closed his eyes and didn't say any more.
Looking at him gamely leaning in the corner to sleep, Mu Hanzhang was a little too much, reached out and gently pushed Jing Shao's back, "Your majesty ...... leaned against the minister to sleep, there is no pillow in the car." The carriage is bumpy, if he falls asleep like this it is easy to bump his head.
The person who was pushed didn't react and still had his back to him. Is he really angry? Mu Hanzhang went over, "Your Highness?" No reaction, come closer.
Suddenly, the carriage rolled over a stone and lurched violently, Mu Hanzhang fell backward on his back because of the instability of his kneeling body, who knew that the person who was gambling turned around in an instant and pressed him to fall on the carriage, while one big hand padded on the back of his head.
Mu Hanzhang was stunned by this series of changes and froze on the spot not knowing what to do.
"I should be damned, Your Highness forgive me." The driver of the car hastily and panickedly confessed in a loud voice.
"Just." Jing Shao responded, but didn't get up immediately, instead softening his body and putting his head on someone's chest.
"The king ...... king ......" It was only then that he realized how ambiguous the two men's posture was, and Mu Hanzhang instantly reddened, reaching out to push the big furry head on his chest.
"Don't call me Your Highness in private," Jing Shao said disgruntledly, "Look, what's the difference between what you just said and a cart driver?"
"Rites cannot be abolished." Mu Hanzhang said helplessly.
"I don't care," Jing Shao was probably a little drunk, and became capricious like a little child, "Call me Shao."
"The King ......"
"Call me Shao!" Jing Shao braced his upper body and stared straight at the person underneath him, his bright eyes filled with childlike anticipation.
Even if that person favors you for a moment, it is impossible to love you for a lifetime. This person's feelings, in fact, are still blank like a child, but even if it's a child's momentary love for a toy, at the very least this moment, Mu Hanzhang feels that Jing Shao likes him. "Shao ......"
Hearing this sound, Jing Shao satisfied, grasping the person in his arms and narrowing his eyes for a nap. Today's matter is to remind him, the business of the salt guide must be withdrawn as soon as possible, at least must be transferred to under the table first. This thought can not help but hold tightly in the arms of the person, really grasp this person, the heart will be able to get peace and quiet.
Back to the royal residence, Jing Shao climbed into bed to sleep, auntie back to the door, although in the way of his identity did not dare to pour hard, but the Mu family so many of the elders of the clan brothers round a round down, he is also a little overwhelmed.
"Junior Yunzhu, pay my respects to Wangfei." A teenager of about thirteen or fourteen years old knelt down to salute Mu Hanzhang, Duo Fu stood to the side and smiled as he said that this was the boy picked out for him and two guards. Saying this, two hans in guards' uniforms followed suit and bowed forward.
"Yun Zhu is the nephew of Mr. Yun, the housekeeper of the outer courtyard, he is quite resourceful on weekdays, Your Highness will use it first, if it doesn't suit you the slave girl will change it again for you." Duo Fu briefly introduced and withdrew with two guards.
Tossed a day, Mu Hanyang also feel tired, then half leaning on the soft collapse of the big welcome pillow, Yunzhu immediately will be on the table cups and lanterns moved to the soft collapse side of the small table, and carefully moved away from the small table on the incense burner.
Mu Hanzhang smiled and beckoned Yunzhu to follow him, "How old are you?"
"Back to Wangfei, small false age thirteen." Although the age of small, Yunzhu is not the slightest bit timid, has not yet changed the sound of the child's voice brittle, a pair of large eyes are also very dynamic, very pleasing to the eye.
"When did you enter the royal residence? Can you read?" Mu Hanzhang thought the boy was cute, so he took off his shoes and moved his legs up so he could sit on the footrest.
"Small from the age of eight years old followed uncle into the house, this house more or less know some of the things," Yunzhu is not pretentious, sharp in the footrest cross-legged sitting, "small into the house after the uncle followed the reading, although stupid some slow reading, weekdays, those words are recognized, today's small study of the book is small, the organization of the book is small. The books in the small study today are small, if the princess can't find which book just ask the small, will be able to find for you."
Eight years old into the house, then it is basically from Jing Shao out of the palace to build the prince's house from the beginning, Mu Hanyang pondered, this little boy is indeed very useful, wait, the small study? "You mean, my books are in the small study?"
"Yes, this morning before leaving the house the king explained, more chief steward with the little ones busy all day." Yunzhu smiled and said, now the entire royal residence knows that the king is very much in love with this new male wife, he himself follows such a master naturally scenery, maybe even compared to the cousin who follows the king.
Although called a small study, in fact, is not small, from the marquis brought the full two big boxes of books are set down, but also a new shelf of books. Sandalwood desk, qin and chess utensils, calligraphy and painting ornaments, many things are new, are his favorite plain and light color.
Mu Hanzhang lingered in this elegant and luxurious study, his heart couldn't tell what it felt like, except for his mother, no one had ever cared for him so carefully.
Jing Shao in the house to sleep, missed the dinner time, Mu Hanzhang let the kitchen made a bowl of millet porridge and two small dishes to the inner room. The inner room is dark with lights, the bed comes from a slight snoring sound, waved away the subordinates, Mu Hanzhang lit two lamps, slowly rolled up the tent.
"Well ......," Jing Shao grunted as he was slowly awakened by the light before opening his eyes.
"Get up and eat something, it's a bit late, I asked the kitchen to cook some millet porridge, Your Highness eat less so as not to accumulate food." Mu Hanzhang said in a warm voice, draping a coat to Jing Shao who sat up.
Jing Shao froze until he picked up his rice bowl and remained a bit dumbfounded, how did Jun Qing suddenly become so gentle and unguarded?
"The small study, it's beautiful, thank you." Mu hanzhang drooped his eyes, three words and three words, usually if you say a thank you to the king and other polite words are very easy, but these words are awkward to say.
"Jun Qing?" Jing Shao looked at him in surprise, and in a fit of excitement, he grabbed the person's hand that was hidden in his sleeve, "You're finally not calling me Prince anymore."
"The king ...... king ......" Mu Hanzhang's hand trembled, made to forget to speak by Jing Shao's shock.
"Ahem," realizing that he had embarrassed himself again, Jing Shao let go of the person's hand and picked up his chopsticks again, "Just a thank you and that's it? I haven't heard of anyone's family giving a male wife a study."
Mu Hanzhang's originally tense heart sank as she looked up at him.
When Jing Shao saw his face change, he realized that his usual cold tone had scared him, and busily added, "This king wants a sincere thank you gift." Saying that, he pointed to his cheek.
"The king ...... king ......" Mu Hanzhang this time is really do not know how to respond.
"Or, it's okay to let me give you a kiss." Jing Shao came to his ear and said softly in a slightly magnetic voice.
......
After eating that exquisite late-night snack, Jing Shao beautifully wandered over to the small study to dig out his own princess who was hiding. Just now, this person had gotten up and fled before he could ask for a thank you gift.
Looking at the person who was sitting at the table solemnly reading the Da Chen Official Laws, while the tips of his ears were agate-colored, Jing Shao couldn't help but put his fists against his lips to stifle a small laugh, pacing to the person's side: "It's getting late, shouldn't Wangfei go back to her room?"