Jiang Yun did not know how long he would be busy today, so the task of taking care of the troublemaker was given to Sui Heng.
In order to avoid being filial to death, Sui Heng had to show his father’s authority and educate the little troublemaker seriously about the common knowledge that chicken and duck buttocks should not be used as food, nor should they be used for stewing soup.
And, of course, there is the serious problem of stealing and picking things up too.
The little boy’s ears were pulled back, and his eyes were red. Finally, he was taken by Sui Heng to the animal park in the backyard to watch the two red shaped cranes, one female and one male, fighting all afternoon before finally calming him down.
The little boy’s daily reading time and schedule are basically fixed, and his diet is carefully taken care of by Ji An and Gao Gong. The only task that Sui Heng needs to personally handle is giving the little boy a bath after dinner.
This is a good opportunity to enhance the relationship between father and son. Sui Heng followed Jiang Yun’s instructions and instructed Ji An to prepare the bathtub and water, change into casual clothes that were convenient for movement, roll up his sleeves, put the already naked little guy into the bathtub, take out the bath beans, and begin to rub bubbles for the little guy.
The little troublemaker’s skin is delicate, which can be easily damaged, so Sui Heng dare not exert too much force. However, due to his long service in the military, Sui Heng not only developed excellent cooking skills but also exceptional bathing skills.
In just a moment, a large bowl of dense bubbles was rubbed out, like clouds, enveloping the entire little troublemaker.
“Ah ya.”
Xiao Jiang Nuo enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped in bubbles for the first time, excitedly waving his small lotus root-like arms, bouncing back and forth in the bathtub, giggling.
Looking at the obedient and soft as a little rabbit, but was in fact infinitely powerful boy, Sui Heng couldn’t help but laugh.
It’s hard to imagine that such a cold and delicate big beauty gave birth to such a calf-like little thing for him.
He can cause trouble like this, how much trouble has he suffered since the beginning?
**
The lights in the south council hall continued until late at night.
Fan Zhou and his group stayed at the inn. After the meeting was over, Fan Zhou stayed at the end and asked his attendants to take out a box, saying, “Now that the world is peaceful, the subordinate should return this item to its original owner.”
Upon seeing the lock on the box, Jiang Yun was taken aback and immediately remembered that it was the box containing the brocade sachets he had left for Fan Zhou on the eve of the battle in Muyun Pass that day.
Jiang Yun took the box, lowered his eyes, and stroked the dark lines on it. In an instant, he said, “Thank you, Master. Master has traveled a thousand miles to bring it to Gu.”
“The subordinate should have returned it to Your Highness earlier.”
Fan Zhou’s mood was slightly complicated.
On that day, when Gongsun Yang handed him the box and specifically instructed him to open it only after the end of the war, he already felt something unusual.
“Has His Highness given an account of what is in it?”
Gongsun Yang was ambiguous at first, but later, unable to withstand his repeated pressures, he said, “His Highness has nothing to do. He wrote some ideas about the defense of the pass, and there are also… some gold.”
“Gold?”
“Yes, His Highness saw Master’s hard work, was afraid that if he gave it to the Master directly, Master wouldn’t accept it, so he quietly put it in a box and asked me to bring it. This is also a piece of His Highness’ mind, so don’t give me away, Master.”
Fan Zhou’s mind became even more suspicious.
Since he entered the Lanxin Palace, Jiang Yun has treated him well, and every once in a while, he would use various excuses to reward him. Sometimes it’s gold and silver, sometimes it’s some rare books, sometimes it’s even some precious utensils, precious clothing, and so on. After learning that he enjoyed drinking perilla wine, he even sent someone to purchase a set of wine vessels suitable for making perilla wine at a high price as a gift to him.
Raising guests of honor and officials requires a considerable amount of funds.
Due to Emperor Jiang’s favoritism towards King Chu, his Highness is not considered a particularly wealthy Crown Prince. However, even during the Lanxin Palace’s worst financial period, his Highness has never treated his advisors harshly, even if he is frugal.
How could he give him gold in this way when everything is alright?
Fan Zhou has always had a sense of propriety, and based on the tacit understanding and trust between the monarch and his subjects, he still accepted the box, followed Jiang Yun’s instructions, and did not open it without authorization.
This temporary storage lasted for half a year.
Afterwards, the two armies made peace, the North and South communicated with each other, ceased hostilities, and finally, the two Crown Princes officially formed a marriage alliance. One after another, things were smashed hard, and Fan Zhou was extremely busy, so he also forgot about the matter of the box.
Unexpectedly, before returning to the capital of Sui, while tidying up the study, he happened to dig it out again.
It had been so long that Fan Zhou thought for a long time before he remembered the origin of the box. He opened the box’s seal under the lamp, only to find that there was no gold inside. There is only a mountain of brocade sachets and a letter.
It goes without saying what this quantity of brochures means.
Fan Zhou suddenly felt a tingling pain in his heart, and in the end, he didn’t touch what was inside. He decided to hand over the box intact to Jiang Yun.
“The minister thinks that the things inside here are probably not useful anymore.”
Fan Zhou said.
The bright moon is like water, silently reflecting on the courtyard and also silently reflecting on the young gentleman’s slender eyelashes.
After Fan Zhou bid farewell and left, Jiang Yun ordered someone to fetch the brazier. He opened the box, opened the brocade sachets one by one, and threw them into the brazier.
Shi Fang was sent over to wait for Jiang Yun’s orders.
Upon seeing this, he curiously asked, “Since Your Highness has painstakingly written them, why should they be burned?”
Jiang Yun said, “Some old things are useless, keeping them takes up space.”
Jiang Yun said he probably still needs to burn for a while and asked Shi Fang to go back and rest first.
After reading about thirty pages of The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, Sui Heng finally lulled the little boy to sleep. Then he got up and came to the council hall to search for Jiang Yun.
As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Jiang Yun kneeling alone on the mat, looking down and throwing something into the brazier.
There was also a box at his side.
Sui Heng strides over and asks, “What are you burning in the middle of the night?”
