Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

"This is not a wrong question! If we really want to pursue it, it is the king who will be questioned!"

"My lord... it's all the fault of the little one... I didn't like the second prince...you can leave the little one to His Majesty..."

"Give you to His Majesty? You don't want your head?"

"My lord..."

Defang looked at Weixian and was a little angry, "Weixian! Look at it! You will cause trouble!"

Weixian looked at Defang and blinked, and Defang stretched out his hand and spanked Weixian's buttocks. Weixian didn't expect that Defang would hit him, so he froze for a moment, and then burst into tears.

"My lord! You will break the child like this!" Concubine Di hurriedly hugged Wei Xian, "A two-year-old child doesn't know what the imperial calendar is, and he won't understand if you tell him. You will scare Xian'er like this."

"If you don't understand, let him have a long memory, Weixian! If you tear up the paper again, see if your father won't beat you!"

"My lord, isn't it just an imperial calendar? The child is yours. If you break it, you won't regret it for the rest of your life!"

Defang sighed, frowned and said, "Ma'am, it's not a trivial matter to have the imperial calendar torn up. If it's said to be ignoring His Majesty, it would be a serious crime."

"Then make it clear to His Majesty, children will tear up books, not to mention the imperial calendar."

"It's hard to tell if it's spread out, ma'am, you and I know what's going on in the court now, and we have to be cautious about everything. Now that something like this has happened, what should we do?"

Concubine Di thought for a while, "Tao Lin, Huang Xiao, does anyone else know about the torn imperial calendar?"

"Go back to your mother, it's gone."

"Remember, both of you, no one can tell about this matter, otherwise something big will happen."

"Yes, ma'am"

"Lock this imperial calendar box and bury it in the garden when no one is around."

"Yes, ma'am"

"Okay, you go down."

Tao Lin and Huang Xiao withdrew, and Defang said, "Ma'am, is that all?"

"My lord, why are you confused? This imperial calendar is indeed a copy for every official above rank five, but when did His Majesty ask about it? As long as no one knows about the bad things about the imperial calendar, it will be fine."

"Can this matter be concealed? It's just April now, the four seasons of solar terms, busy crops, and the new taboos created by me in the Song Dynasty are all in it. If His Majesty asks about the taboos of what day, I'm afraid ..."

"How can there be such a coincidence. Besides, even if His Majesty asks, he will go back to the mansion to see. All the ministers will check at that time. If you listen to it in the court room, you will know."

When Defang heard this, she nodded her head vigorously, "Madam is the best! Let's do it this way! It will be fine if His Majesty grants you a new imperial calendar at the end of the year. I will definitely keep it safe next time."

Concubine Di smiled, then patted Wei Xian, who then cried again, "It hurts...my queen..."

"Be good, be good, don't cry." Concubine Di pulled Wei Xian's pants and looked at his buttocks. "My lord, look, your buttocks are so red and swollen. Why are you hitting so hard?"

"Let me see." Defang felt distressed when she saw it, "Ma'am, I... I was just impatient..."

"Xian'er is only two years old, it's too heavy for you to hit him this time."

Defang patted Wei Xian on the back, "Xian'er, does it still hurt?"

"Can it not hurt?" Concubine Di said a little unhappily, "Look at Xian'er crying."

"It's my fault, I won't do it next time." Defang patted Wei Xian's head, "Xian'er, give me a hug from my father."

Wei Xian shook his head, hugged Concubine Di without letting go, and kept crying, Defang sighed, "You little guy, you caused trouble, and in the end you have to apologize to your father, you are so wronged and you can't stop crying. "