Chapter 815

The mansion of Prince Xian's residence is not big, but it's not small. It's just that it's not new. It should have been idle after a large family moved out of the capital, so it's a little old.

Fortunately, the etiquette department is well arranged.

Now this is his future home.

Shen Changqin took him in and led the housekeeper to him. There were many girls and boys in the family. He led him around again and finally explained something before leaving.

On the first day of Jingxian's stay, many ministers in the court sent congratulatory gifts.

But——

The rules of giving gifts to the ministers in the court are related to the size of power. Jing Xiangang has just entered the court and has no deep contacts, so the gifts sent by the courtiers are big boxes and small gifts.

Pretend.

And they brought in very ordinary things.

Although Jingxian knew it in his heart, he didn't say it. After accepting everything one by one, he sent people door to door to thank him.

Very polite!

That night, he stood alone in the yard, looking up at the hairy moon hanging in the dark.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

The housekeeper of the family sent him a thick cloak and said with concern, "Lord, it's windy outside. You'd better go in and have a rest."

"You don't care about me. Go and have a rest."

"But..." the housekeeper didn't say much and was ready to leave.

Jingxian suddenly asked, "by the way, where are the pigeons I brought?"

"In the house."

"Bring it to me and prepare another pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Yes."

The housekeeper prepared for him one by one and withdrew.

The three pigeons in the cage are very clever and don't move.

He tapped one of the pigeons on the head with his fingers, hooked his lips and said, "this will be your home in the future."

"Goo Goo..."

I seem to understand people.

He smiled, then wrote some words on the paper, neatly tore off one, rolled it into a shaft, stuffed it into a small bamboo tube, released a pigeon, and tied the small bamboo tube to the pigeon's leg.

Let it go!

"Go."

The pigeon flapped its wings in the air and finally landed on the roof. It lingered for a while before flying away.

Disappearing into the night

Jingxian looked, his eyes getting deeper and deeper!

The next day, he put on his imperial clothes and set foot on the Jinluan hall for the first time.

Stand in the position where Jing also stood!

But they are very different.

A man of ambition and hostility.

A gentle is like a scholar.

Jing Xian didn't understand what happened in the court. After the whole process, he just stood aside silently, looked down, said nothing and asked nothing. He just listened quietly with a correct learning attitude.

During this period, Emperor Qizhen also asked him a few words, but he opened his mouth and couldn't answer a word.

It's worrying.

After going down, he stopped Jingrong and thanked him deeply, "Jingrong, thank you."

Very sincere!

Jingrong patted him on the shoulder. "You and I are brothers. How can I thank you? Besides, if you are my best friend, he knows your wish and can't bear you to stay in the palace all the time. I should help."

"Thank you anyway, but I'm at a loss about the fact of Chaozhong."

"There are many rules in the court. You don't need to hurry for a while. You will understand it slowly."

Jing Xian nodded heavily.

Such a gentle man looks harmless to humans and animals.

Jingrong really hopes he thinks too much!

At this time——

A little eunuch hurried over, "see you two princes."

"What's up?"

"The emperor Xuanxian and Wang Jindian."

Jing Xian was stunned and nervous.

His eyes tightened.

Jingrong comforted, "don't worry."

He smiled reluctantly and went with the little eunuch.

Behind him, Jing Rong looked at his figure and sighed.

……

To Fuyang hall.

After entering, Jing Xian stood in the center of the hall for a long time.

Emperor Qizhen was only concerned about reviewing the memorials without raising his head.

As if he were a transparent man!

One incense stick, two incense sticks, three incense sticks

In this way, nearly half an hour passed.

Although Jing Xian has just recovered from a serious illness, his legs will inevitably tremble after standing for a long time, but he holds on and bites his teeth.

Finally, Emperor Qizhen closed the last Memorial and put it aside.

Zhang Quan brought a cup of hot tea.

"Emperor, drink some tea to warm up."

He picked up his tea cup and took a sip. Then he looked at Jing Xian standing in the hall.

Frown.

Put down the teacup.

"How do you feel when you enter the DPRK for the first time today?" Emperor Qizhen's voice was low, completely like asking someone who had nothing to do with himself.

Old man, it's your son. Come up with a good tone anyway!

Jingxian respectfully replied, "my ministers are clumsy. They don't understand a lot. They know they are not as good as Jingrong and the court minister, but they will study hard in the future."

"Well, if you can have this heart, it won't hurt me to promise Jingrong to let you enter the DPRK."

"Thank you, father."

"But your body is just fine. You don't have to be too tired. Although I allow you to enter the court, you don't need to worry too much about the affairs in the court. Just take care of your body. There are Jingrong and courtiers in the major events in the court." The implication is obvious.

To put it bluntly, he didn't want this son to get involved in the court.

Nominally, he agreed to enter the DPRK.

But in fact, he was not allowed to touch the Chao gang at all.

Jingxian understood in his heart. On the surface, he obeyed obediently and arched his hand. "Yes, my son understands." Emperor Qizhen asked: "also, you have just left the palace, and the affairs of King Xian's house are also very busy. Although I ordered the etiquette department to take care of you, the etiquette department is not only busy with your house, so I also ordered Liang Zongzheng to take care of you. If you need anything, just tell him. After all, you are also a lord, and the king Xian's house is not

You can be too simple, or you will lose your identity. "

"Thank you for your concern. In fact, your family is already very good."

"Now I'm not in Tongren hall with you. What I should want is what I should have."

"Yes."

His tone is always cold and light.

Emperor Qi Zhen tightened his hands on the table and opened his mouth. He seemed to have something to say, but he swallowed it and waved, "just go out."

Jingxian looked up at him, then quickly lowered his eyes and arched his hands, "my son's minister is leaving."

He bowed his head and retreated silently.

After people left, Emperor Qizhen was worried.

Zhang Quan saw it in his eyes, came forward a little, bowed and said, "is the emperor bothered about that year?"

He sighed, "although it has been 15 years, I always think of it. Why don't I feel sad? He didn't hate me when he killed his mother's concubine with a bowl of poison in front of his own son? I ordered him not to leave the palace and build a house because I was worried that he hated his illness."

Zhang Quan, "now that the wise king is like this, he must have been relieved. The emperor doesn't have to worry." "I hope so."