The struggle of the reborn prince

"Second Master, are you stealing food again?" Jian Xi asked with a straight face as soon as he entered the room, he saw Wang Ye hastily hide the snack plate.

"No, who stole it!" Zhao Tang touched his lips and said without blushing.

"Second Master, you still have dim sum scum on the corner of your mouth and on the table, but you still don't admit it!" Jian Xi also had nothing to do with the prince, but the rules in the palace are like this, children are not allowed to eat too much, so he has no choice but to "admonish" the prince at any time '.

"Hee hee, I let you see it, don't tell the senior official, or he will give me a lesson again!" Zhao Tong wiped his mouth, blew off the residue on the table and said with a smile.

"You're also afraid of him, if you let him know that I'll be punished, you should feel sorry for me and don't steal it!" Jian Xi persuaded with a bitter face.

"Jianxi, *** you say who is the biggest in this mansion, who has the final say?"

"Of course it's you, my lord, the little ones are all serving you, you have the final say!" Jian Xi said without hesitation.

"Since I have the final say, eating something is like being a thief, is it me who has the final say? I think it's you who have the final say!" Zhao Tang lost his temper and yelled.

"Second Master, it's not that we don't let you eat, it's the palace rules like this!"

"Shit, is I in the palace now? You cook so many meals every day, you let me eat two bites of each, and don't let me eat the third bite. Just let me watch, eat half full, and sleep hungry in the middle of the night Wake up, I think you guys are trying to starve me to death!" Zhao Tong said angrily, now that he practices more exercises every day, and he doesn't let him eat enough, if he goes on like this every day, his body will definitely not be able to bear it, and he has to find a way to find it by himself every day. Something to fill.

"Second Master, there are rules for your eating and drinking expenses, how dare we change them casually!" Jian Xi said with some panic.

"Jianxi, the rules are determined by people. Since I have the final say in the house, can I still have no control over this matter?" Zhao Tang said with his eyes widened, "From tomorrow onwards, order the kitchen not to make so many cans." Looking at the things that cannot be eaten, four dishes and one soup are enough for each meal, and as the king of the county, I can’t even eat enough, wouldn’t it be more detrimental to the dignity of the royal family to spread the word!”

"This... second master, can you do this?" Jianxi said awkwardly.

"Why not, just say I ordered it, and let anyone who is unhappy tell me that if you don't even have this little burden on you, you can only mess around with this errand!" Zhao Tong said with a cold face.

Jian Xi saw that Zhao Tun was unhappy, so he smiled embarrassingly. He didn't know whether it was him who made the decision, or Huang Jingchen got it right. Anyway, from the second day on, Zhao Tama's meals were prepared according to his orders. They will send recipes for him to review, and snacks and fruits can be eaten at will, and no one will nag him anymore.In doing this, Zhao Tun did not only solve the problem of eating, but also made small temptations one after another.

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A few days after the Tianning Festival, someone from the palace suddenly came, bringing the emperor's oral order and a bunch of gifts from the emperor's empress, but did not bring the news he was expecting to announce his return to Beijing. There are a few, including a gold belt, one hundred thousand guan, one hundred scrolls, one hundred Luo, one ermine fur cloak as a tribute from the Liao Kingdom, and two royal horses.Concubine Zheng sent [-] guan in money, dozens of winter clothes, and some high-quality pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

"Xigui, is there anything to say in the palace?" Huang Jingchen asked because the servants who came were from his own family, and those who had nothing to do with him were screened out.

"As you all know, the emperor saw His Highness's congratulatory form, first he laughed, then wept and praised His Highness for his filial piety. It's not very pretty!" Xigui looked at Huang Jingchen and said.

"Do you have anything to say, Madam?" Huang Jingchen asked again.

"This time, the empress asked the little one to bring the money she saved, and asked the senior officials to buy more good land and repair the Zhuangzi. In addition, she brought a painting to His Highness, so that the little one can hand it over to His Highness!" Xi Gui As he spoke, he took out a small scroll from his bosom and handed it to Zhao Tong with both hands.

"Well, you've worked hard this time, Jianxi will give Xigui some wine money!" Huang Jingchen nodded and said.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for a reward from a senior official!" Seeing Xi took out two small ingots and stuffed them to him, Xi Gui hurriedly thanked him, "Oh, senior officer, Yang Diantou has sent a few warriors to His Highness this time, let them Protect Your Highness's safety!"

"Hehe, this really bothered him!" Huang Jingchen said with a smile.

"Hehe, Yang Diantou was scolded by the emperor, how dare he neglect this time, he didn't choose people from the Dianzhi class this time, but picked a few wrestlers, two of them entered the sumo competition in Kaifeng Prefecture Top ten, really good work!" Xigui was rewarded, happy in his heart, and said a few more words.

"Sumo wrestler?!" Zhao Tuo was startled when he heard that. Sumo wrestlers existed in the Song Dynasty at this time. Isn't it like the small Japan that weighs hundreds of kilograms, walks hard, eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats? super fat.

Just as he was imagining the appearance of a sumo wrestler at this time, four big men in brocade robes came in with their arms stretched out, and they saluted Zhao Tun in unison, "The little one overthrows Shan Panlong, (Brace the Sky) Song Hu, Swift as the Wind, Xue Bao, and a Whip Zhang Feng) refer to the Prince of the County!"

The sound was deafening, Zhao Tang picked out his buzzing ears, looked up and down a few people, and felt relieved, although they were big in stature, they were not the kind of fat and quivering Japanese, they were really good meat shields to block bullets .He took a closer look, and found that all four of them had big faces, tall bodies, and hideous faces. Although they were smiling at him, Zhao Tang thought it was better for them not to smile.

"Sure enough, they are all good men. This gift from Yang Diantou is not light!" Huang Jingchen couldn't help but praised, "My lord, with these few good guards, you can have no worries!" He Knowing things better than Zhao Tun, the emperor would often send sumo wrestlers to escort the car when he traveled or serve as attendants when holding important ceremonies. They were all like door gods. People are bloodied.As a result, famous families in the city now have to bring sumo wrestlers when they go out to visit, and let them line up at the door to show their style, just like the current big-name stars, when they go out, they don’t let a few bodyguards wearing sunglasses and black suits open the way , are reluctant to go out.

"Yeah, judging by their size, they must have eaten a lot. This..." Zhao Tuo said leisurely, and several people were surprised when they heard that the prince is a money fan, but after listening to the second half of the words, he had fun, "I will give you money every day." They eat meat, just keep full!"

"Haha, the prince's temper really suits our tastes, we can't have sex with each other!" Dao Dao Shanpan Long said with a big laugh.

"Hee hee, I also like to eat meat, they don't let me eat more, you guys secretly save some for me!" Zhao Tuo whispered to Pan Long with a playful smile, amusing everyone in the room!

The servants in the palace retreated, and only Zhao Tun and Huang Jingchen were left in the room. He opened the scroll brought to him by Concubine Zheng Gui. When he arrived at the table, he sat there without speaking.

Huang Jingchen picked it up and looked at it, and read slowly: "Everyone adopts a son who hopes to be smart, and I have been fooled by being smart all my life; I only hope that the child is stupid and rude, and he will come to Gongqing without disaster or difficulty." After he finished reading, his face also showed confusion. Color, this is a Buddhist gatha written by the great scholar Su Shi. After thinking for a moment, he couldn't understand why the empress gave such a poem to Zhao Tun. Could there be other meanings in it?

Zhao Tong went back to the small study and asked Jianxi to hang the scroll on the wall, and waved him out. He sat on the chair and looked at the scroll on the wall and sighed. From a poetic point of view, the word "hope" expresses people's expectations for children; the word "mistake" expresses all the experiences of one's life.Because he is smart, he sees too much ignorance, encounters too much need and distress, and realizes that sometimes he is too smart and is easily envied and hindered by others. He hopes that the foolish and straightforward children will rarely be confused. Show your own cleverness, so as not to be jealous and fall into troubles.

"Could it be that my mother saw the meaning of my painting?" Zhao Tang couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile. It's not necessarily a good thing to have a smart mother. She gave herself so much money to buy a house and land for herself. Let yourself be an idle prince, and at the same time advise yourself not to play tricks, and stay in the countryside peacefully!

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In fact, Zhao Tong understood quite well. Many things happened in the palace that night. During the birthday banquet, the empress proposed that the crown prince should be established early, but the emperor rejected it.After the banquet, the emperor stayed overnight in Concubine Zheng's palace, and the queen cried in the middle of the night with her son in her arms. The next day her condition worsened and she was bedridden.After Concubine Wang Shu went back, it was said that she beat the third prince Zhao Kai, punished him to kneel for half a night, and reprimanded him for his poor poetry. .In Concubine Cui De's palace that night, there was news that the second prince had received the emperor's approval and was about to return to Beijing, intending to become the prince...

For a while, rumors were flying in the sky in Beijing, and officials of all sizes in the court inquired about the news one after another. It was said that the little Huangmen who were on duty that night were merciless in collecting money.But within a few days, there was news from the palace that the second prince's old illness had relapsed suddenly and his life was dying. The emperor gave a large amount of medicine.The news from Xiangyi also said that the mansion was gloomy and gloomy, the inner courtyard was tightly sealed, and no one was allowed to enter or leave the inner courtyard. Doctor Wang had not been out of the inner courtyard for many days.

"Second Master, just order what you want to eat, how can I let you do it yourself!" The cook in the small kitchen said in fear.

"Jianxi, don't just wait to eat, bring the salt here!" Standing on a small stool, with sweat on his face, Zhao Tun waved the shovel to stir the meat in the pot and said, "Sister Chen, you can eat this dish!" No, I'll try what I made later!" He sprinkled some salt into the pot, turned his face and said to the cook, seeing his sweaty face and his high spirits seemed to be seriously ill.