The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

The sunset cast a layer of purple and red glow on the threshing ground.

Crowds of people gathered here, with the sounds of chattering, discussion and children playing blending together, making it very lively.

"Whose family is building a new house?"

Bai Xiang searched out all the crystal cakes that Jin Duobao brought. When he spoke, his mouth was puffed up and his voice was a little unclear.

Jin Duobao smiled mysteriously, stretched out a finger and shook it, "It's not just one, it's several."

At the back, Lin Huaibai took a running start and jumped onto the little fat boy's back, "Okay, if there's any snacks, you can quietly leave them for Bai Xiang, my good brother won't get any!"

"Hey Shen! Get down! As a brother, are you tempted by your sister?" Jin Duobao tried to shake him left and right but failed to get him down. He was so angry that he bent over and stuck out his butt. "Xiaosong, tickle him! You can't deal with him now!"

"You two can go and have fun by yourselves, hahaha!" Lin Huaisong walked to the other side of his sister, cleverly avoiding the dispute, and then continued Jin Duobao's words to explain to his sister, "I heard from the village chief that three people came to Changjing to buy land as soon as they arrived, and the homestead over there was marked out and divided among the three people."

Bai Xiang almost choked. The designated land was just enough for one family, but it would be totally insufficient for three.

She gestured with her hands for a long time, "After the division, the land that each family can occupy will be a little bigger than our kitchen?"

"That's not possible. The land we can offer is limited. The official insisted on coming. We are ordinary people. How can we refuse the official?"

A friend nearby chimed in, "Some people bought land with the imperial decree, some bought land with decades of meritorious service, and some bought land with the Yinuo that was said to have been given by the empress dowager many years ago!... Oh my god, I listened to all this gossip but I didn't understand it!"

"I don't understand either. How can meritorious service buy land? Can the Queen Mother buy land just by a promise? Why do all the officials come to our village to buy land? Is it possible that dragon energy gathers here?!"

"Shhhhh! You dare to say such things? Are you going to die? Have you grown up? You are ten years old after all!"

The more Bai Xiang listened, the more confused he became. It was strange that officials like Da Rui could buy things without spending money.

No matter how people in and outside the village talked about the matter, the house on the latrine was still built.

There was nothing special about it, and gradually the villagers lost interest after discussing it for a while.

There's really nothing special about it. This new house is exactly the same as the dormitories for workers in the workshop.

Townhouse, three rooms.

If you must say there is a yard, the yard is the stable next to it, with sixteen tall and strong horses, their nostrils sniffing.

The villagers take good care of the horses, treating them like their own children, and are reluctant to restrain them on weekdays.

After cutting grass and feeding the horses, we let them out for a walk. We shoveled up some horse manure from the ground, dried it, and carried it home to fertilize the fields.

The horse manure was right in front of the townhouse.

So the taste of this piece is, well... a bit of taste.

There was a completely different scene over in the imperial city.

In the imperial study, Emperor Hong Jing looked at the mountain of memorials in front of him and felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

I picked up a book at random and started reading it. After finishing it, I threw it aside in annoyance.

“He submitted a memorial again to show his merits and request a reward for buying land in Yuxi Village.

Prime Minister Zhao is like this, the Minister of the Dali Temple is like this, the Grand Marshal is like this, and the Censor is just like this!

The reasons used are all clichés and the same old thing!

We are a great country like Rui, is there nothing else we can report?

Everyone's heart went to Yuxi Village! They all thought that going to Yuxi Village would make them immortal. "

Cui bowed his head, lowered his brows and closed his eyes, not daring to speak.

Then the emperor asked, "Where is my Baixiang Tea? Bring it back!"

“……” Cui Jing silently refilled the tea, still not daring to speak.

I had already been punished for not handling the Second Prince’s matter properly last time, so I dared not speak carelessly and make mistakes again.

But the emperor himself seemed not to notice that he ordered tea several times more often than before.

In the past, I could only have a pot of tea in an afternoon.

Now he has added three pots of tea and is eating tea as if it were his meal.

Emperor Hong Jing stared at the memorials, feeling both amused and angry.

Those who submitted memorials to report their achievements were all veteran officials who had made great contributions to the court.

Only they have the courage to ask the emperor for rewards.

Tracing back to the source, it’s all the fault of that bastard Yan Shiyi.

If he hadn't taken the lead and caused all the important officials to follow suit, why would he have such a headache now?

"Forget it, I'll go take a walk in the Imperial Garden." Seeing these memorials made him feel angry. Emperor Hong Jing stood up and walked out, asking casually, "What has the prince been doing these days?"

Cui Jing followed closely behind the emperor, following me closely, "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince has been looking for a painter from the palace to paint for him these few days..."

"Are you still painting Huai'er's portrait?"

"Yes, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is kind-hearted and generous. He has not given up on finding the Second Prince. He has specially asked an artist to draw a portrait of the Second Prince and use it to publish a missing person notice."

Emperor Hong Jing did not ask any more questions. After walking out of the imperial study, he stood at the door for a moment, then turned around and headed towards the East Palace.

The Eastern Palace was completed ten days ago, and the Crown Prince moved from Fengyi Palace to the Eastern Palace.

At this moment, in a side hall of the East Palace, Yan Changqing sat in front of the desk, looking at the portrait that the painter had just presented, with his brows lowered and without saying a word.

The portrait showed a handsome face that was still somewhat childish.

One can already see that her mind is clear and elegant, as sharp as a polished stone.

Seeing the prince remained silent, the painter bowed and apologized, "Your Highness, please forgive me. The Second Prince left the palace last year. I only saw him once before, so I painted the Second Prince's appearance based on my impression... It has been more than half a year since then, and the Second Prince's appearance must have changed. It may not be consistent with the portrait. My painting skills are not good enough."

Yan Changqing pursed his lips and raised his eyes, "Master Zheng, please don't underestimate yourself. I invited you here because of your unique painting skills. That's all for today, you can leave first."

The painter took his leave.

Yan Changqing's gaze returned to the portrait, and a feeling of depression and sadness welled up in his heart.

He was silent just now, not because he was dissatisfied with the portrait.

Instead, he suddenly realized that his second younger brother had grown up and was no longer the same as he remembered.

During the years when he was ill, he remembered seeing Changhuai once.

At that time, both of them were young, he was only six years old, and Changhuai was only four years old.

The little prince, who was as delicate as a little girl, looked at him with ignorant and curious eyes. When he looked at him, he was full of admiration and longed for closeness.

Innocent age, innocent child.

But at that time he had no strength to do so, and all he could do was to smile and show kindness to his half-brother.

Years have passed and things have changed.

He never thought that so many things would happen between the two of them and end up like this.

Second brother, Chang Huai, where are you?

Can I... still find you?

Emperor Hong Jing did not enter the hall.

He stood behind the stained glass window with his hands behind his back, his eyes also falling on the portrait of the young boy on the desk.

After a long time, with the corners of his eyes slightly red, he left quietly.

The situation under imperial power is turbulent.

No one is innocent in this.

Even if there is, it is in vain.

Imperial Concubine Yao and the Yao clan took the lead in plotting to murder the crown prince in an attempt to seize power.

He is the emperor, the monarch, and he cannot tolerate it.

The Queen fought back against Concubine Yao with ruthless and decisive action, defending her power and protecting her son.

He is the emperor, the king, and the husband... I can't bear to let him go.

Concubine Yao was greedy and cruel.

And he is biased.