Enter the Room

Prince Ning is just irritable and domineering, but he is not stupid.

Feeling Qin Fang's eyes on him, his heart sank, but he shouted even louder: "I want to see the emperor, I want to see the emperor! Yuan Zhi has wronged me."

Qin Fang said coldly: "My lord, you should first think about how to reply to the emperor!"

"I haven't done it, I haven't done it before." Prince Ning denied it.

Qin Fang thought about the conclusive evidence. It didn't matter whether Prince Ning answered or not. The emperor just wanted him to know why he was imprisoned. Qin Fang didn't press any further. Anyway, Prince Ning is now a fallen phoenix. It's not as good as chicken. He doesn't add any extravagance and just responds truthfully.

He made up his mind, signaled the eunuch who brought him to release Prince Ning, accepted the imperial edict, raised his hand in the direction of Qianqing Palace, and said with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty, we will respond as you wish. "

Then he winked at the people around him, turned around and quickly left the courtyard.

Prince Ning stood in the middle of the courtyard with a confused expression, and after a long while he shouted to Min Fu.

He was imprisoned, and the staff and captains around him were either dismissed or isolated. Only Min Fu lived with him in this small courtyard as his eldest attendant and still served by his side.

"Can you think of something?" He asked Min Fu quietly with a gloomy look, "Let's find a way to go back to Nanchang Mansion."

Min Fu was so frightened that his voice changed: "But, your Majesty, how could you let us go back to Nanchang Mansion?"

"So we have to think of a way." Prince Ning lowered his head and said, "I feel that the situation is not good. I am trapped by him. News from outside people cannot come in, and news from inside cannot be spread. Whether I am alive or dead, It's not even a word from him. There is still a way to survive if I return to Nanchang Mansion. If I stay in the capital, I may not live for a few more years. "

It is precisely because of his agility that Min Fu has stayed with Prince Ning for so many years. Of course, he is also a smart man.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, please wait for two or three more days, and I will find a way to find out what's going on outside."

Prince Ning now had no one else available except Min Fu. Although he nodded, he still thought about it in the study room for several days. When Min Fu said that Prince Ruichang was coming to Beijing soon, Prince Ning became completely panicked.

"Have you inquired clearly?" He confirmed to Min Fu again and again.

"It's true!" Min Fu was also hit hard by the news. He said, "I heard that Yuan Zhi and the people from the Ministry of Rites are handling this matter."

"It's Yuan Zhi again!" Prince Ning gritted his teeth, picked up the jade pendant around his waist and rubbed it for a long time. Finally, with dark eyes, he pulled off the jade pendant and handed it to Min Fu, saying, "Go and send a letter to the captain, asking him to Come see me."

The school captain next to him was a dead soldier left to him by the old King Ning, and he was very reliable in his work.

Min Fu bowed in response.

*

Song Jiyun took the eldest prince to have breakfast in the alley of his home. He met a goldfish and koi seller and bought him a few goldfish. Then he took him to the calligraphy and painting studio at the entrance of the alley next door and selected a few lake brushes and a few Knife rice paper.

It's not that the family lacks these things, but she feels that such an old child cannot stay at home all the time and go out for a walk whenever possible.

The eldest prince was indeed very happy. He personally carried the goldfish he bought for him and would look at it from time to time even when he went to the calligraphy and painting studio to pick up pens.

On the way back, Song Jiyun smiled and said to him: "I'll help you ask in a few days to see if I can find a book on raising goldfish. If you read it then, you will know how to raise them."

The eldest prince's eyes were shining brightly as he asked, "Is there any book about raising goldfish?"

"There should be one!" Song Jiyun said with a smile, "If not, let Mr. Yuan find a way to write one for you."

The eldest prince smiled shyly and said, "I heard that Mr. Yuan is very knowledgeable."

"I don't know that." Song Jiyun chatted with him. "I only know that he draws well and writes well. I sometimes make him do hard work to help me draw."

The eldest prince smiled and said: "I know. You burn porcelain. You want to use it on porcelain."

Song Jiyun nodded and said, "Do you like porcelain? I'll tell you how to make a cup!"

She wanted to find something to attract the child's attention so that she wouldn't have to think about the messy things in the palace.

The eldest prince nodded happily.

When they returned home, they found the neighbor's door ajar and three mule carts parked, unloading rice, flour, and rapeseed.

Seeing them, the steward said to them kindly: "You guys go and stock up on some food, clothing, and chews. I heard that there are a lot of refugees coming outside, and the officers and soldiers at the guard station can't drive them away. Our master said, if you keep doing this, If we go down, I'm afraid the city will be closed."

If Song Jiyun remembered correctly, a minister from the Ministry of Revenue lived next door.

She couldn't help but wink at Zheng Quan who was following her.

Zheng Quan went up to thank the steward and talked about the refugees: "Why are there refugees in this season? The capital is under the emperor's feet. Even if there are refugees, they won't have to stock up on food and clothing, right?"

"Oh, I see that you are coming to the capital from outside. The Dong family is quite nice. They either bring us some fruits or some pastries, so I will give you some..."

Song Jiyun led the eldest prince into the house.

The eldest prince was worried: "Sister, what are refugees? Why do everyone have to hoard things when they come? Can't we send those officers and soldiers to arrest them all?"

Song Jiyun patiently explained to him what a refugee was, and finally said: "I'm only talking about superficial things. If you want to know more, I'll ask Master Yuan to tell you when he comes."

The eldest prince smiled and said: "Sister, I have to ask Mr. Yuan about everything."

"That's because Mr. Yuan reads a lot and travels a lot." Song Jiyun has always felt that children's education must be rigorous. He doesn't know much about the world and cannot mislead children.

The eldest prince nodded.

When Zheng Quan came and told her that he personally went to the city gate to take a look, he found that there were indeed many refugees at the city gate. They left as soon as the officers and soldiers drove them away. Now no one dares to enter or leave the city gate casually.

"I also heard," Zheng Quanniu said as he drank a cup of tea, "that these people all fled from Hebei, Henan, and Shandong."

Song Jiyun frowned.

I wonder if the imperial court doesn’t care? Or is it the local administrator who keeps it secret and refuses to report it?

She sent Zheng Quan to stock up on some goods at home.

At home, she told the eldest prince how to look at the map, where Hebei was and where Henan was.

The eldest prince has been looking forward to Yuan Yunzhong's arrival: "When Mr. Yuan comes, you will know what happened!"

Song Jiyun nodded with a smile and sent a message to Zhou Zheng to get some kaolin clay and tell the eldest prince to play in the mud.

When it was time for Yuan Yunzhong to light the lamp, he brought a lot of supplies for food and clothing when he came.

Song Jiyun was very surprised: "The situation outside the city is really so serious?"

Yuan Yunzhong said to her quietly: "There are almost fifty thousand people. The emperor sent the Minister of War and the deputy censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate to the outside of the city. Both my grandfather and grandfather said they were prepared."

Seeing the eldest prince coming, he stopped the topic and said warmly: "Boss Song said you want to know what a refugee is?"

He hugged the eldest prince to the study.

But Song Jiyun stood there, looking at the hosta flowers that were about to bloom in the yard and thinking for a long time.