The Struggle of the Reborn Prince

Chapter 18 Smart and Foolish()

"Second Master, have you eaten something secretly again?" As soon as Jianxi entered the room, he saw the prince hastily hiding the snack plate and asked with a straight face.

"No, who is eating it secretly?" Zhao Tao touched his face and said without blushing.

"Second Master, you still have some snack scum on the corner of your mouth and on the table. You still don't admit it!" Jian Xi couldn't do anything to the prince, but the rules in the palace were like this. The children were not allowed to eat too much, so he had to admonish him at any time.

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"Hehe, I let you see it. Don't tell the official, otherwise he will teach me again!" Zhao Tong wiped his mouth, blew away the residue on the table and said with a smile.

"You are also afraid of him. If he knows that I will be punished, please feel sorry for me and don't eat it secretly!" Jian Xi advised with a bitter face.

"Jianxi, who the hell do you think is the biggest in this house, who has the final say?"

"Of course it's you, Your Majesty. The kids are all here to serve you. You have the final say!" Jian Xi said without hesitation.

"Since I have the final say, eating something is like being a thief. Am I the one who has the final say? I think it is you who have the final say!" Zhao Tong lost his temper and shouted.

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

"Bullshit, am I in the palace now? You cook so much food every day, and you let me eat two bites of each, and you don't let me eat the third bite. You just let me watch, and I'm half full, so I'm hungry even when I go to bed in the middle of the night.

Wake up, I think you are deliberately trying to starve me to death!" Zhao Tong said angrily. Now he practices more exercises every day, and he is not allowed to eat enough. If this continues every day, his body will definitely be unable to bear it, and he has to find a way to find it on his own every day.

Fill it with something.

"Second Master, your food and drink expenses are all regulated, how dare we change it casually!" Jian Xi said with some fear.

"Jianxi, the rules are all set by people. Since I have the final say in the house, why can't I still make the decision on this matter?" Zhao Tong said with a cross-eyed look, "From tomorrow on, I will instruct the kitchen not to make so much food."

Looking at the inedible things, four dishes and one soup are enough for each meal. As a county prince, I can’t even eat enough. Wouldn’t it be more detrimental to the dignity of the royal family if word spread!"

"Is this second master okay?" he said with embarrassment.

"Why not? Just say it was my order. If anyone is unhappy, tell me. I don't even have this little regard for you, so you can only do this job!" Zhao Tong said with a cold face.

Seeing that Zhao Tan was unhappy, Jian Xi smiled coquettishly. He didn't know if he made the decision himself or if he had talked through Huang Jingchen. Anyway, starting from the next day, Zhao Tan's meals were cooked according to his instructions. Every day in the kitchen

Recipes will be sent to him for review, and snacks and fruits can be eaten as much as he wants, without anyone nagging him. In doing so, Zhao Tong not only solves the problem of eating, but also tests it again and again.

A few days after the Tianning Festival, someone from the palace suddenly came, bringing the emperor's oral instructions and a bunch of gifts from the emperor's empress. However, they did not bring the news that he had expected to announce his return to the capital.

Shao, I have a gold belt, 100,000 guan of money, 100 rolls, 100 pieces of Luo, a silver rat skin cloak as a tribute from the Liao Kingdom, and two royal horses. Zheng Guifei sent 30,000 guan of money, for winter wear

There are dozens of pieces of clothing, as well as some fine pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

"Xigui, does the palace have anything to say?" Huang Jingchen asked as the chamberlain who came was one of his own, and he dismissed the irrelevant personnel.

"Everyone knows that the emperor read the congratulatory form of His Highness the Second Highness. He laughed at first, then shed tears and praised His Highness for his filial piety. He also passed down an oral order to reward His Highness the Second Highness. He also scolded Yang Jian for putting His Highness in danger. Several other empresses in the palace listened to this.

They don't even look good!" Xigui looked at Huang Jingchen and said.

"Do you have anything to tell me?" Huang Jingchen asked again.

"This time, the empress asked me to bring the saved money for cosmetics, and asked the officials to buy more good land and repair the village. She also brought a painting of calligraphy to His Highness, and asked me to hand it over to His Highness with my own hands!" Xigui!

As he spoke, he took out a small scroll from his arms and handed it to Zhao Tong with both hands.

"Well, you have worked hard this time. Please give Xigui some money for drinks!" Huang Jingchen nodded and said.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for the official reward!" Jian Xi took out two small ingots and stuffed them into him. Xigui quickly thanked him, "Oh, Your Highness, Yang Diantou sent a few strong men to His Highness this time. Let them

Protect His Highness’s safety!”

"Haha, this does make him worry!" Huang Jingchen said with a smile.

"Hee hee, Yang Diantou was scolded by the emperor, how could he dare to neglect him? This time he did not choose anyone from the direct class of the palace, but selected a few wrestlers, two of whom entered the Kaifeng Mansion Sumo Tournament.

Top ten, what a great effort!" Xigui was rewarded. He felt happy and said a few more words.

"Sumo wrestler?!" Zhao Tao was surprised when he heard this. There was sumo wrestling in the Song Dynasty. Shouldn't it be like today's little Japan, which weighs hundreds of kilograms and has difficulty walking. It was trained by eating and sleeping.

Super fat guy.

Just when he was imagining what the sumo wrestlers looked like at this time, four big men in brocade robes walked in to see him. They saluted Zhao Tao in unison, "The young man brought down the mountain Panlong, (breaking the sky)

Song Hu, as swift as the wind as Xue Bao, with a whip like Zhang Feng), see the prince of the county!"

The sound was deafening. Zhao Tao picked out his buzzing ears and looked at several people up and down. He felt relieved. Although they were tall and tall, they were not the kind of Japanese with fat and trembling flesh. They were really good human shields that could stop bullets.

.He took a closer look and saw that all four of them had thick faces, tall bodies, and ferocious faces. Although they were smiling at him, Zhao Tong thought it was better for them not to smile.

"As expected, they are all good men. This gift from Yang Diantou is not light!" Huang Jingchen couldn't help but praise, "My lord, with these good men as your guards, you can have no worries!" He said

Even more knowledgeable than Zhao Tong, the emperor would often send sumo wrestlers to escort his chariots when traveling or to serve as attendants during major ceremonies. They were all like door gods. If anyone watching the emperor made a loud noise or made a commotion, they would give him a blow and he would immediately be defeated.

People are dripping with blood. The effect of good words and deeds has led to the fact that now when famous families in the city go out to visit, they also have to bring sumo wrestlers with them and have them line up at the door to show their grandeur. Just like the big-name celebrities now, some of them are not allowed to wear sunglasses and black when they go out.

Bodyguards in suits opened the way, but they were reluctant to go out.

"Yeah, looking at their size, they must eat a lot," Zhao Tong said leisurely. Several people were surprised. The prince was a money man, but he became happy after hearing the second half of the words, "Give them meat every day."

, take care of yourself!”

"Haha, the prince's temper really has some appetite for us. We are all in love with each other!" Pan Long said with a smile.

"Hehe, I also like to eat meat. They don't let me eat more, so you secretly leave some for me!" Zhao Tong whispered to Pan Long with a smile, making everyone in the room amused!

The servants in the palace retired, leaving only Zhao Tong and Huang Jingchen in the room. He opened the scroll that Zheng Guifei brought to him. The writing was neat and beautiful, showing demure and simple. Zhao Tong was stunned for a moment after reading it, and put the scroll away.

When he got to the table, he sat there blankly and said nothing.

Huang Jingchen picked it up and read it, and read slowly: "Everyone raises his son hoping to be smart, but I have been deceived all my life by being smart. I only hope that my child will be stupid and ignorant, and he will be a good minister without any disaster." After he finished reading, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

Color, this is a Buddhist verse written by Su Shi, a great scholar. After pondering for a moment, he didn't understand why the empress would give such a poem to Zhao Tong. Is there any other meaning in it?

Zhao Tong returned to the small study room and asked Jianxi to hang the scroll on the wall. He waved him out. He sat on a chair and looked at the scroll on the wall and sighed. Su Xueshi was proud of his talent and had been ups and downs in officialdom throughout his life.

Poetically, the word "hope" expresses people's expectations for their children; the word "mistake" expresses all the experiences of his life. Because he is smart, he sees too much ignorance and encounters too many needs and troubles.

He realizes that sometimes being too smart can easily lead to jealousy and hindrance. He hopes that his children, who are foolish and straightforward, can avoid being confused and understand that suffering is a blessing. They should not show off their cleverness everywhere, so as not to suffer jealousy and fall into troubles and obstacles.

"Could it be that my mother saw the meaning of my painting?" Zhao Tong couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head. Having a smart mother is not necessarily a good thing. She gave herself so much money to buy a house and land because she wanted to

Let yourself be an idle prince, and at the same time advise yourself not to be clever and stay in the countryside peacefully!

In fact, Zhao Tong understood well. Many things happened in the palace that night. During the birthday banquet, the queen proposed that the prince should be established early, but the emperor rejected it. After the banquet, the emperor stayed in the palace of Concubine Zheng for the night. The queen held her son and cried for half the night.

, her condition worsened the next day and she was bedridden. After Concubine Wang Shu returned, she reportedly beat the third prince Zhao Kai, made him kneel for half the night, and scolded him for his poor poetry. Although the other concubines who had princes said nothing.

, but they all responded as if they had eaten flies. That night, news came out in Concubine Cui De's palace that the second prince had received the emperor's approval and was about to return to Beijing with the intention of establishing him as crown prince.

For a time, rumors were flying all over the capital, and officials of all sizes in the court were inquiring for information. It was said that the little yellow men who were on duty that night were lenient in collecting money. However, within a few days, news came from the palace that the second prince had suddenly relapsed and was dying.

, the emperor gave a large amount of medicine. News from Xiangyi also said that the palace was in a gloomy state, the inner courtyard was tightly sealed, and no one was allowed to enter or exit. Doctor Wang had not left the inner courtyard for many days.

"Second Master, what do you want to eat? All you have to do is give me an order. How can I ask you to do it yourself?" the cook in the small kitchen said in fear.

"Jianxi, don't just wait to eat, get the salt quickly!" Zhao Tong stood on a small stool, with sweat on his head, waving a shovel to stir the meat in the pot and said, "Sister Chen, this dish is for you.

No, try what I cooked later!" He sprinkled some salt into the pot and turned to the cook, looking at him sweating and looking so excited that he didn't look like he was seriously ill.