Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

Defang took Baili out of the palace, Jiajun stepped forward and said, "My lord, General Huyan is waiting for you."

Hu Yanzan ran over, "My lord! The old minister is following you today."

"Follow the lonely king? Why?"

"The old minister has nothing to do when he goes back, so he won't go back. I will follow you. I can help you if there is anything I can do."

"Help the lonely king? It's good if you don't mess with the lonely king. General Huyan, are you doing it for that lunch?"

"My lord, what you said is that the old minister is here to have a meal, mainly to help you."

"Come on, the lonely king heard that the cook in your house was injured by you. No one dares to cook in your house now. Don't you have a few concubines and daughter-in-laws? Why? Are you hungry? with?"

"That's not true... There is food to eat, but the veteran is not allowed to drink, this is unbearable."

"If you want to drink, the lonely king won't take you there either. Do you know that Su Canzhi is addicted to alcohol, and now he is seriously ill and unconscious. You should give up drinking."

"My lord, the old minister is fine after drinking for decades, and won't get sick."

"You used to be in good health. You rode horses or fought all day long. Now that you have returned to Beijing, your health is not as good as before. Drinking alcohol will hurt your health. Drink less."

"Okay, okay, I will listen to you, drink less."

Defang sighed, "The lonely king really has nothing to do with you, but it's agreed, just three cups, if you drink too much, don't go to Nanqing Palace!"

"Yes! The old minister respectfully obeys the order of the prince!"

That night, Emperor Taizong hosted a banquet in the palace, and all the ministers arrived on time. The banquet started with rewards, drums and music, singing and dancing. At midnight, the banquet was withdrawn at midnight, Taizong said a few words, and all the officials went out of the palace and returned to the mansion. Defang walked slowly behind with Baili, "Baili, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, my lord, are you okay if you haven't eaten?"

"I've eaten. You stayed by my side all night, didn't you eat a bite of food?"

"Just go home and eat some little ones." Baili fiddled with Defang's cloak, "My lord, is it cold?"

"Not cold." Defang looked at Baili, "Baili, Xiaopeng is really nice and kind, you can rest assured."

"How can you rest assured that Xiaopeng still has a lot to learn."

"Some things, take your time and let him realize it by himself. You didn't have anyone to teach you at that time, so it's not as good."

"That's because you are kind to the little one, the prince, and the little one has made mistakes."

"It's not a big mistake. Besides, you are only five years older than the lonely king. You were still a child at that time. Speaking of which, you have worked harder than others."

"The little one doesn't have to work hard, the little one follows you, my lord, every day, and I don't feel tired at all."

"Don't keep talking good things. The lonely king remembers getting up early to study when he was a child. The lonely king also got up when his father came to court. Summer is better, but when winter comes, the lonely king is very sleepy. He doesn't want to get up at all, nestled in the quilt just won't come out."

"Yes, my little one remembers, my lord, you hid in the corner of the bed and covered yourself with a quilt, and the little one would climb onto the bed to call you."

Defang stopped and looked up at the moon. . .

In the first month of the second year of Qiande, at Yinshi in the morning, the nine-year-old Baili gently opened the door and entered the house. The servant girl lit a candle and brought hot water, and Baili walked to the bed, "Your Highness, it's time to get up."

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