Helian Yu was silent, hugging the small quilt tightly in his arms, his thoughts flying away for a moment.
Seeing her like this, Xie Rangchen didn't say anything more. He waited until she came to her senses before he spoke.
"Go sleep on the couch."
"Master~ I won't allow anyone to snore beside my couch. I won't break the old rules. You can sleep on the couch, and I'll sleep on the bed~"
Xie Rangchen: “…”
Helian Yujiang looked at Xie Rangchen helplessly, put the small quilt away, and tilted his head innocently: "Master, is there anything else?"
"No."
Xie Rangchen glanced at her and turned to go to the study room in the west.
After breakfast the next day, Helian Yu looked at a full sheet of paper with homework assignments, and then looked at Xie Rangchen's handsome and refined face.
"Master, are you taking revenge on me?"
"You've been too playful these days, and your handwriting has become too flamboyant. It's time to calm down."
The reasons Xie Rangchen found were very plausible, but as to whether his purpose was true or false, only he himself knew.
Helian Yu complained a few words and then just let it go.
After all, she has always been a good disciple.
Helian Yu was studying and practicing martial arts in the Imperial Master's Mansion, but undercurrents had already been surging in the capital, and crows were circling.
Jizhou official road.
"Second Prince, we will see the moat in one more day's walk."
Helian Sheng waved away the soldier who came to report and looked at the Fourth Prince who was rushing back to the capital.
"Fourth brother, I'm back in Beijing just in time for the Autumn Examination, so I can relax for a while." Helian Sheng smiled sincerely and freely, "Are you interested in having a drink?"
Helian Chi: “No.”
Clean and crisp.
Helian Sheng: “…”
My fourth brother is still as unkind as ever.
"My third brother has not returned from fighting the enemy yet, so I am not in the mood."
Helian Sheng's eyelids twitched, and seeing that he was surrounded by his trusted followers, he spoke with confidence: "Why are you pretending? When have you ever cared about the life or death of the third brother?"
Helian Chi glanced at him: "Now."
Helian Sheng: "...Why?"
"The Ning family's in-laws are involved with the Zhou family, so they will probably be dealt with." Helian Chi's eyes fell on Helian Sheng, "What do you think should be done about his marriage with Miss Ning Liu?"
"The third brother has military merits, and Miss Ning Liu is the princess of Prince Qi's mansion. What's more..." Helian Sheng laughed, his dark eyes raised slightly, "Who cares about the Ning family?"
When Helian Mo volunteered to go to the battlefield for the first time and returned victoriously and was crowned a general, everyone knew that he had no chance of becoming emperor.
With Dongning's triumphant return this time, Helian Mo will probably be the first to be crowned king.
but……
Helian Sheng looked towards the direction of the capital. He heard from his mother that his father intended to make all of them kings after this disaster.
In fact, he doesn't care whether he is crowned king or not.
The Xia Dynasty was different from the previous dynasties. In the previous dynasties, princes and princesses could live outside the capital only after they were granted a title of king and a palace. However, the princes of the previous dynasties were granted the title of king earlier, and some were granted the title of king and land at the age of eleven or twelve.
But because of this, many princes and uncles plotted rebellion, which eventually led to the separatist rule of the feudal lords, allowing the Xia Dynasty to take advantage.
The founding monarch of the Xia Dynasty issued an order that royal children could only be allowed to live outside the palace when they were fifteen years old. The fiefdoms granted to kings only enjoyed tax revenue but no real power, which to a large extent restricted the occurrence of local rebellions.
Helian Sheng pulled back his thoughts and looked at Helian Chi. He was somewhat thankful that his father was still young and strong, otherwise the fight for the crown prince would have resulted in bloodshed among the brothers.
If that were the case, one would have to fight even if he didn't want to. At that time, what he was fighting for was not the throne, but -
Life! The journey back to Beijing took a day and a half.
At that time, the Ministry of Rites will draw up a title and choose an auspicious day to announce it.
When Helian Yu heard the news, he was still working hard to catch up on his homework.
"Not bad." Helian Yu put down his pen and held his cheek. "At least I can live a peaceful life for a few years, but... the prince brother will not be at peace."
After being crowned king, if one wants to seize the throne, he must first vacate the position of crown prince.
After the space is vacated, people start to scramble for it, even with bloodshed.
Chang Zuo came in holding a book: "Langer and several gentlemen want to see you."
"Let them in. It's awfully hot outside."
Chang Zuo was unwilling to go out again, so he sent a servant to invite Lange and others in.
It was the first time for Lange and his companions to enter the Imperial Master's Mansion. As soon as they took the first step inside, they felt that the Imperial Master's Mansion was exceptionally cool, unlike the heat outside.
Flowers, plants and trees in different seasons bloom vying with each other, without competing or fighting, but quietly showing their own beauty.
"I used to think the Imperial Master was a liar, but I never expected that I was the shallow one!"
“What a wonder!”
Seeing them making a fuss, Lange snorted, “Don’t embarrass yourself.”
"Langer, you were also shocked just now!"
Lange: “…”
After passing through two doors and entering the main hall, they saw Helian Yu, who was dressed casually.
Several people hurriedly saluted in unison: "Greetings to Princess Zhaoyang, may the princess live a thousand years."
"No need to be polite." Helian Yu asked the maid to serve tea and asked, "How is your thinking?"
"Your Highness, we have gathered our wisdom and come up with new ideas." Lange, as the leader of this group of playboys, is reliable. "We have prepared three forms based on the time span. One is a daily report, which summarizes what happened in the local area the day before on a piece of paper and distributes it to the people; one is a ten-day report, which summarizes the major events of the local counties and provinces in the past ten days and distributes it to the people; the third is a monthly report, which is a volume for one month, which summarizes the major events that happened in various parts of the country in the previous month and distributes it to the people."
Helian Yu applauded and praised: "Not bad. Very clear. But the cost of distributing it to the people is too high, and we are not sure whether they will read these paper books."
"It can be sold." Lange's mind was quick, and his eyes became brighter. "Your Highness, if it is sold, anyone who can read will most likely buy it."
Helian Yu was very satisfied with Lange's activity and asked, "Can you try to produce a daily report in ten days?"
Lange took a step forward excitedly: "Your Highness, we are willing to give it a try. We will do our best! We will never let Your Highness down!"
"Yes." Helian Yu pointed out with a curved eye, "I will go to the palace this afternoon and report this matter to my father. If it can be done in the future, it will be a great achievement. I will take you to the imperial study to receive the reward!"
Hearing that the emperor would know about this, Lange and others were surprised, happy, frightened and afraid.
Such playboys as them rarely have the opportunity to see the emperor's face, let alone reveal their names in front of him.
Lange was a special case. The emperor occasionally visited Lu Mansion and he ran into him once.
The majesty of heaven.
At that time, before he could take a closer look, Lord Lu reminded him to kneel on the ground and not to look at the emperor's face.
Lange sighed, never expecting that after several years, he would be able to escape the shackles of a playboy. If he really succeeded, he would have the opportunity to go to... the Yangxin Palace... to receive a reward? These playboys were all stunned, surprised, and flustered, just like concubines who had just entered the palace, waiting for the emperor's visit.
Helian Yu shook her head, threw away this unreliable idea, said a few more words, and distributed her homework.
"I will test whether your handwriting is beautiful." Helian Yu's excuse was rotten. Chang Zuo pulled his lips aside and rarely gave face without exposing his words. "You must copy every word correctly. Whoever copies the best, I will--"
"cough."
Chang Zuo signaled Helian Yu not to play too much.
Helian Yu received the message and blinked: "I will reward him with a book, a book annotated by the Imperial Master himself!"
Chang Zuo: “…”
She can even take this thing as a reward. She really has a smart brain.
(End of this chapter)