Sui Heng quickly lifted his sleeves higher.
From an outsider’s perspective, it seems more like the two are using their wide sleeves to cover up and whispering.
The scholars silently retreated, afraid to disturb.
Dressed as a regular guard, the Jiang Empire’s secret guards, who were guarding around, also withdrew for a distance.
After Jiang Yun vomited it out in one gulp, he felt much more comfortable. Sui Heng quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, helped him wipe the corners of his mouth, frowned, and said, “Gu will take you back to the mansion to rest. You’re already this uncomfortable and still showing off.”
Jiang Yun shook his head and said, “It’s just for a period of time, it’s fine now.”
Sui Heng took the tea cup from the table and made Jiang Yun rinse his mouth, spitting it all onto his sleeve.
The sleeves of his court uniform were wide and large enough, so no one could see anything.
Jiang Yun had no other choice but to vomit first and say, “I’ll have Senior Brother Zhao find you a clean robe.”
“No need, Gu will clean up in the spring water later. How’s it? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? It’s not the only time we’ve had this symposium. Let’s go back first for today; next time, Gu will come with you.”
Jiang Yun said he’s really fine now.
He has a rare leisure today and has discovered many good articles. He wants to read more.
Moreover, he has experienced pregnancy sickness before and can completely tolerate it. Just now, it was a bit urgent and surrounded by people. It was not easy for him to find a place to deal with it, so he directly used Sui Heng’s sleeve to solve it.
Sui Heng only thought for a moment and understood what was going on. Most likely, it’s a bad habit that he had developed in Muyun Pass before. It’s fine if he wasn’t around before, but now that the person is right under his nose, he naturally wouldn’t let Jiang Yun do whatever he wanted.
But on such an occasion, it is obviously not appropriate to directly take the person away in public.
If not, it won’t be as simple as throwing his bedding out of the room when he goes back.
“Then Gu will accompany you to read.”
Sui Heng took the brush out of Jiang Yun’s hand.
Jiang Yun frowned and retrieved the brush, asking him to go.
Sui Heng remained motionless. “Gu came to see you specifically. Where do you want Gu to go?”
Jiang Yun said, “They dare not come over if you are here.”
“Also.”
Jiang Yun glanced at him and said seriously, “You can’t sit here.”
“Why?”
“Inappropriate etiquette.”
“……” Sui Heng couldn’t believe it.
“We are already married and you still care about this.”
Jiang Yun said, “They don’t know my true identity. My current name is Li Xuan, which is the name of my Eleventh Senior Brother, who is currently on a study trip.”
“……”
Sui Heng sighed and exclaimed, “Does your Eleventh Senior Brother know how you promote his reputation?”
Jiang Yun’s eyes curved, “That’s natural. You may not know that during symposium and article review sessions of the Left Prime Minister Mansion, disciples of the Left Prime Minister’s mansion take turns taking control. This time, it happened to be Eleventh Senior Brother’s turn, and I was on duty for him. He promised to help me bring back two top-quality Western Regions wines. I have studied Eleventh Senior Brother’s articles seriously, and our paths are very similar.”
“Moreover, my Eleventh Senior Brother is introverted and dislikes these social activities the most. However, for the Left Prime Minister Mansion’s face, he couldn’t help but participate. I only come here once in a while, just commenting on articles, not offending anyone for him, and not writing articles under his name. It won’t be a big deal.”
Sui Heng couldn’t help feeling a bit sour.
“What wine? If you want to drink it, why don’t you just tell Gu directly?”
“You also studied his articles, Gu has also written articles before. Why don’t you read them?”
Jiang Yun looked at him unexpectedly.
“Do you also have articles that have been passed down?”
Sui Heng hummed softly, deliberately showing an unhappy expression.
“Look at what you’re saying, do you think that Gu only knows how to march and fight? You probably don’t know. At the Spring Banquet in the past, Gu even participated in a literary competition. At that time, Gu imitated your “Jiangdu Fu” and wrote “Mount Li Fu”. Even your Master, this picky Left Prime Minister of ours, also praised Gu for my talent with a black face.”
Sui Heng took the opportunity to snatch the brush again.
“In that case, don’t pretend to be your laborious senior brother here, go straight back to see Gu’s. How about giving Gu some feedback?”
Jiang Yun didn’t believe his bullsh*t at all.
With Sui Heng’s pride, even if he had truly been devoted to writing before, it was impossible to imitate the writing style of an enemy Crown Prince. Moreover, writing articles, just like marching in battle, requires hard work to dig into the camp. Sui Heng was busy dealing with the Yan family and conquering the northern countries during those years, and even if he had the heart for it, he probably didn’t have the energy. Perhaps participating in the literary competition is true, but imitating “Jiangdu Fu” is impossible.
Jiang Yun once again snatched the brush back from his hand.
“They are all scholars who come to the Sui Capital from afar to sincerely study. Don’t use your trick of being a rogue and deliberately causing trouble.”
“Who deliberately causes trouble? Just wait and see. Today, Gu will definitely make you look up to Gu.”
Jimo Qingyu happened to pass by with several great Confucian friends outside the pavilion.
A great scholar saw Sui Heng intentionally lifting his big red sleeves and talking to the disciple of the Left Prime Minister Mansion who were sitting in the pavilion today. He smiled and said, “It seems that the relationship between the Left Prime Minister Mansion and the Crown Prince Mansion is not as bad as rumored.”
Jimo Qingyu’s face turned black, and he didn’t speak, only snorting coldly in his heart.
Even though the North and South had already formed a marriage alliance, the gaze of this Left Prime Minister at Sui Heng was often as if he saw a wild boar arched a cabbage.
Sui Heng first went to clean his robes briefly. After returning, he directly had someone set up another long table. Casually went to the back of the table and said to the scholars in the pavilion who were still waiting for Jiang Yun to review the article, “In the second half, Gu will give you all the feedback.”
“……”
The scholars looked at each other, almost taking a step back together.
Jiang Yun asked, “What are you doing?”
“Comment on the article ah.”
Sui Heng knocked on the table and encouraged everyone to submit the article and discuss the way to write the article with him.
The students appeared as if they were hearing Arabian Nights1Something that is impossible to happen or succeed., and the sound of thunder on a clear sky2Something very shocking.. You look at me, I look at you, and no one moves for a moment.
A Crown Prince known for his martial arts wants to discuss articles with them. This is no less absurd than a butcher who suddenly wants to learn embroidery from an embroidery lady.
Of course, everyone was even more afraid of the Crown Prince’s notorious reputation. In case their articles do not catch the other party’s eye, with the other party’s dog-like temper, what would they do if he directly cut off their heads?
It’s still the young gentleman from the Left Prime Minister Mansion who was more amiable. He pointed out the questions raised in their articles, and he was also willing to patiently correct them and actively discuss them with them without relying on his status as a disciple of the Left Prime Minister to be arrogant.
It’s a pity that Sui Heng is sitting in the pavilion like a door god, and even if the scholars wanted to continue to ask Jiang Yun to teach them, they dared not surpass this great killing god.
After all, the other party is a prestigious Crown Prince who holds the power of their lives and deaths, and they cannot afford to offend him. If it were not for the accident, they would not have been able to meet him at this symposium. The scene froze for a moment.
Sui Heng was not angry either and continued to ask, “Is there anyone who writes any articles on military and national policies?”
As soon as these words were spoken, several scholars indeed had a relaxed expression.
As is well known, although Sui Heng, the Crown Prince of Jiangbei, did not have any outstanding achievements in writing articles, but his talent in military operations was unmatched by many people in the world.
Finally, a scholar emerged from the crowd and boldly submitted an article, saying, “Please advise, Your Highness.”
The article written by this scholar was about some suggestions and opinions on garrison and military maintenance in the context of north-south connectivity. Sui Heng read carefully from line to line, while the scholar sat respectfully on his knees at the bottom, his heart beating like a drum as he waited.
“Very thoughtful.”
After a while, Sui Heng opened his mouth.
That scholar swallowed his saliva and became even more nervous. Sui Heng picked up his brush and quickly circled a few points in the article, saying, “The rest are commendable, but these points are too theoretical.”
“While it is important to garrison and raise troops, not all places are suitable for using martial arts to combat them.”
As soon as these words were spoken, not only did the scholar pause, but Jiang Yun also showed a curious expression and listened attentively.
Jimo Qingyu was supposed to leave with a few of his great Confucian friends, but upon hearing this, everyone stopped and focused on this situation.
Other scholars also silently exchanged their doubts and surprises with their eyes.
To hear such a viewpoint from a cavalry commander who conquered all directions by force and established a bloodthirsty army with his own hands is no less impressive than the sun shining in the west.
Sui Heng said, “You have never been to the cold border areas in the north, and you are not aware of the difference in climate and the scarcity of grain varieties there. You have never seen the tragic situation where children there were unable to eat rice and can only eat indigestible coarse grains and beans and were miserably swollen alive. For those small border residents who cannot even have enough to eat, using force to suppress can only provoke more intense resistance. It’s true that Gu conquered Shahu by force, but Gu can’t rely on force alone unless Gu kills all the Shahu people. Otherwise, our Great Sui and Shahu, at least, would have to continue to fight for nearly a decade of constant bloodshed.”
The scholar couldn’t help but ask, “Then how did Your Highness win?”
Sui Heng shamelessly said, “Then you’ll have to think about it yourself after you go back. Gu will only comment on the article, but Gu won’t care to change it. Alternatively, if you have time, go to the north in person. Gu thinks, what you know and feel at that time will be deeper and better than Gu’s personal opinion.”
That scholar, as if lost in thought, retrieved the article and respectfully retired.
The great scholar who had just spoken looked at Jimo Qingyu and stroked his beard, saying with a smile, “Brother Jimo, as the saying goes, those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black3It means people are influenced by their surroundings and the company they keep.. They all say that the Crown Prince of Sui relied on martial arts and was cruel and inhumane. Unexpectedly, he’s been able to come up with such insights in this symposium. It seems that Brother Jimo’s symposium has been getting better and better.”
Jimo Qingyu was silent and didn’t comment.
“Who is that disciple? Is he also Brother Jimo’s disciple? Why haven’t I seen him before? According to my disciple, that young disciple has a lot of new and unusual insights into article writing.” Another great Confucian scholar said with bright eyes while staring at another young gentleman sitting with his sleeves spread out.
Because of Sui Heng’s sleeves blocking him just now, this great scholar has never been able to see Jiang Yun’s true appearance. Now that he has seen it, he was amazed.
This time, Jimo Qingyu couldn’t conceal his joy and said, “He happened to be accepted as my disciple before, but I haven’t had the chance to introduce him to you all yet. He has a quiet personality and doesn’t like to be disturbed by outsiders or socialize. Let’s not make trouble.”
“That’s natural.”
The crowd immediately exchanged praise. “So a fine natural environment nurtures great talents, but he is good material to do scholarly work, Brother Jimo is blessed.”
Jimo Qingyu listened comfortably, but at the same time, there were regrets. Regrettably, his youngest disciple’s most proper identity is the Crown Prince, not his disciple. It is destined that it is impossible for him to focus on studying with him in this lifetime.
But even so, his spirituality and achievements are far ahead of all his disciples.
Zhao Yan followed behind and noticed that his master might be rolling his eyes at him again. He immediately took a silent step back to ensure safety.
In the pavilion, since there was a leader; later on, scholars handed over articles one after another.
At first, the scholars were still afraid; later, they found out that although Sui Heng reviewed the article, but he was not very good at things like essay technique, structure, and style of writing. However, some sharp insights on military, political, and national policies were very popular among the scholars who focused on strategy theory. Gradually, many scholars came to this pavilion and boldly asked Sui Heng for guidance.
Jiang Yun watched the excitement for a while and then took out a new brush from the brushholder to comment on other types of articles. Because Sui Heng separated some people, Jiang Yun had more free time.
Zhao Yan and several other disciples also came to join the fun.
“This is hawthorn soup, this is snow pear soup, and this is green fruit that can relieve fatigue.”
A few people placed the things on the table one by one, offering their treasures in general. Zhao Yan said, “I heard that you have a bad appetite, so everyone came over on a special quest for some unctuous food. Don’t worry, we have tasted it in advance, and there is no problem.”
Although Jiang Yun was not very familiar with the other disciples of the Left Prime Minister Mansion and does not have much interaction, from Zhao Yan, the eldest disciple downwards, all of them were very fond of Jiang Yun, the mild-tempered and unassuming junior brother brother and the Crown Prince of the Jiang Empire.
Because every time Jiang Yun comes, their temperamental master becomes very friendly and even takes out the precious fig candy to share with everyone.
Jiang Yun said thanks and picked the hawthorn soup up. Just as he was about to drink it, a hand reached out and forcefully snatched it away.
“What good thing? Let Gu taste it too.”
Sui Heng couldn’t help but take a sip first.
“Your Highness—”
Zhao Yan looked at the hawthorn soup that was missing a small half of the bowl after one bite and was a little distressed. That was what he specifically instructed the kitchen workers to cook according to his family’s secret recipe, and a small bowl would take half an hour.
At least leave a bite for his junior brother.
Jiang Yun took snow pear soup and said, “It’s alright. I’ll drink this.”
As soon as it was picked up, it was snatched away by Sui Heng again.
Zhao Yan is good at observing words and expressions. He casually found an excuse and led the other junior brothers to evacuate urgently.
Jiang Yun was dissatisfied and said, “Just now, you said you wouldn’t cause trouble casually.”
“Of course Gu didn’t cause any trouble. Gu regrets one thing now.”
“What is it?”
“Let you join the Left Prime Minister Mansion and recruit so many cheap senior brothers for you.”
Jiang Yun gave a soft smile.
“You’re jealous.”
“Gu is not only jealous, Gu feels extremely sour.”
Sui Heng was originally surprised. Although Jiang Yun has worshipped Jimo Qingyu as his master, but he was busy with official duties and rarely studied with other disciples of the Left Prime Minister Mansion. Why did he quickly provoke the attention of a bunch of messy senior brothers? On second thought, a person like Jiang Yun, who is as delicate and translucent as a jade, just sitting quietly there is enough to attract love and affection.
He couldn’t control it, let alone those sour and corrupt literati.
Only Emperor Jiang, who was blind and had his head kicked by a donkey, was an anomaly.
As noon approached, the scholars dispersed one by one and went to the guest rooms of the Prime Minister’s mansion to rest and have a meal. There were still two articles left on the table, and Jiang Yun wanted to go and read them, but he was picked up by Sui Heng.
Sui Heng was well prepared and wrapped the person tightly in his cloak, saying, “Alright, if you want to read it, Gu will take all these articles back to the mansion for you to read as much as you want to. But now, you must obediently listen, go back, and rest, you can’t stay outside anymore.”
Jiang Yun said, “Then you have to let me talk to my master a bit.”
“Gu will send someone to say it for you. Just tell him that you’re not feeling well, he won’t say anything.”
Sui Heng couldn’t help but carry the person outside.
His pace is fast, and those around him are afraid of his reputation and dare not look up directly. When the servants of the Prime Minister’s mansion finally reacted to what happened, the Crown Prince had already left.
Shi Fang has been waiting at the entrance of the Prime Minister’s mansion in the carriage.
When Jiang Yun arrived, he also took the carriage, but Sui Heng first asked the guards to escort Jiang Nuo and Sui Zhang, the two little troublemakers, back.
Sui Heng directly hugged Jiang Yun and got into the carriage. Seeing Jiang Yun furrow his eyebrows again, he quickly asked, “What? Are you feeling unwell again?”
Fearing that Jiang Yun would want to vomit again, he took the initiative to stretch out his sleeves this time.
Jiang Yun covered his mouth and nose and asked, “Did you put any aromatic in this carriage of yours?”
Sui Heng firmly stated that he didn’t, because he knew that Jiang Yun couldn’t smell the stimulating smell right now. Before coming, he deliberately cleaned up the carriage inside out, not even daring to put the mugwort bag that repelled mosquitoes.
But when Jiang Yun said so, Sui Heng didn’t dare to be careless and flipped through the carriage again. Unexpectedly, an old sachet was actually dug up in the gap under the carriage.
Sui Heng sighed and was about to throw it away when Jiang Yun stopped him, saying, “Put it away first. This sachet is enough for a poor family to exchange for a lot of silver, it can’t be wasted.”
“Alright, listen to you. Did that little thing bother you today?”
Jiang Yun really leaned in and said something in his ear.
Shu Heng couldn’t believe it: “Seriously?”
“Of course.”
Sui Heng tsked: “When you read a good article, move a little, you are pregnant with a little literary star for Gu.”
He couldn’t help but reach out and touch again, but was blocked by Jiang Yun.
“It’s not like there are any outsiders here.”
“That won’t work either, he’s exceptionally timid and you’ll scare him.”
“……”
Sui Heng was dissatisfied: “Look at what you say, as if Gu was a bully who picks on both men and women.”
Jiang Yun couldn’t help but smile.
He said, “If you want to please the little one, you can start studying articles from today and strive to write a world-renowned masterpiece as soon as possible.”
Sui Heng said, “Don’t underestimate Gu. Gu will write you that piece of ‘Mount Li Fu’ sooner or later.”
Jiang Yun was wrapped in his clothes and felt a bit tired. He snuggled up in his arms like a kitten, lazily squinting his eyes and saying, “I’ve figured it out. If this little boy really likes to do research and write articles, in the future I’ll treat him as a leisurely prince with emotional support, he doesn’t have to pay attention to any political affairs. He’ll be free to do what he likes for his whole life.”
Sui Heng knew that this was Jiang Yun’s own wish.
Although he had eaten a lot of vinegar, but Sui Heng had to admit that when he was standing in the distance, the scene of Jiang Yun sitting at his table in the pavilion from afar today was indeed very beautiful.
He seems to be born with books, spring, sunshine, mountains, and rivers as companions, but his Crown Prince position adds too much heavy burden to his shoulders.
Sui Heng reached out and tightened his grip on the person, saying, “Definitely.”
But right now, compared to the future of the young boy, His Highness the Crown Prince was more concerned about his own future.
Taking advantage of this warm and affectionate moment, Sui Heng took the opportunity to ask, “Can Gu bring the bedding back tonight?”
“What bedding?”
“Cough, that one you asked people to throw out.”
Jiang Yun immediately shook his head.
“No.”
Sui Heng: “……”
After enduring for a long time, Sui Heng couldn’t help but ask, “Are you still angry with Gu?”
There is no response below, Jiang Yun has already fallen asleep.
Sui Heng thought of the word ‘patience’ taught by Xu Qiao. Once something like bedding being thrown out of the room happens, don’t try to explain or resist. First, obediently go to the study to sleep for a few nights, give each other space to calm down, and then find the opportunity to reconcile.
Calm down.
His Royal Highness admonished himself in his mind.
So that night, after taking a shower, Sui Heng directly had his bedding moved to the study, and then, with a cold and meaningless attitude, sat behind the table, flipping through a book.
Jiang Yun also sat on the bed flipping through the book. When he saw that it was late at night, the little dumpling around him had already fallen asleep, but Sui Heng had not returned. He found it very strange and went out to ask Ji An what was going on.
Ji An carefully answered that his Highness had moved his bedding to the study.
Jiang Yun was taken aback and remembered the conversation he had with Sui Heng on his way back. He suddenly understood something and couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.
Ji An was puzzled and asked, “How about the old servant calling His Highness back?”
“No need.”
Jiang Yun said, “Remember to lock all the doors and windows tightly.”
Ji An answered yes.
Jiang Yun returned to his room, leisurely reading for over an hour before turning off the light and falling asleep. After a while, he did feel a rustling sound coming from outside the window.
At first, it was just a slight sound, but as time passed, the sound gradually grew louder, as if several mice were moving together.
Jiang Yun suppressed his smile and waited for the person outside to run out of patience before getting up and opening the window. He snuggled up on the small couch by the window and smiled at the unwelcome guest hanging upside down in the corridor.
Sui Heng flipped through the window and entered, seeing Jiang Yun’s triumphant smile. He said with a dark face. “You deliberately played a joke on Gu, didn’t you?”
Jiang Yun said, “Didn’t Your Highness want to sleep in a separate room? Why did you come back?”
Sui Heng felt depressed when he remembered this matter.
“Is it Gu who wants to sleep in a separate room with you? It’s clearly you who was being ruthless first. Gu has already explained to you that Gu really has nothing to do with those two performers. Why don’t you believe…”
The two of them walked into the bed while talking.
Sui Heng’s voice suddenly came to an abrupt end, as he suddenly noticed that inside the bed, the large bed they usually lay on was neatly laid with two sets of bedding. One set was Jiang Yun’s original set, and the other set was brand new, in a style he had never seen before.
Sui Heng was taken aback. “Why are you…”
Jiang Yun said, “I just couldn’t bear the alcohol smell on your bedding, so I let them throw it out. What did you misunderstand?”
“Cough, it’s nothing.”
“It’s nothing? Then why did you moved into the study to sleep on your own?”
“Of course, it’s to give you a surprise.”
“What surprise? The surprise of flipping through the window in the middle of the night?”
Sui Heng also feels a bit strange. What has happened to him lately? He always had wild thoughts about some absurd things.
So the next morning, after the morning court, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince once again visited the Imperial Medical, borrowing a friend’s story to tell his symptoms.
“This friend of Gu, seems to be bewitched lately…”
The imperial physicians all showed sympathy.
“This is not actually a disease, more accurately, it is a psychological illness.”
“What kind of illness?”
“Sophoria with feverish sensation in the chest, commonly known as prenatal restlessness syndrome.”
“……”
The imperial physician patiently explained, “Generally speaking, pregnant women are the majority of suffering, but occasionally, there are also cases where the husband is affected. Either he is too nervous about his wife’s safety or he is overwhelmed by the joy of becoming a new father. In short, Your Highness, please convey to your friend that he must be relieved and not too anxious.”
However, this is easy to say but hard to do.
Three days later, Meng Hui arrived at the capital of Sui.
His Royal Highness’s irritable fever also arrived at its peak.
