Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

"You don't know who knows," Defang said, "The lonely king has heard about it. A few days ago, you had dinner with Deputy Prime Minister Ding. He came to wipe your beard for you, right?"

"You know all about this?"

"Many people know about it." Defang nodded at Kou Zhun, "He is also a dignified deputy prime minister after all, so you don't leave any room for what you say."

"The minister didn't say anything to him."

"Didn't you say anything? The people next to you heard it at that time, you said: Participating in politics, the minister of the country, is the chief Fuxuye?"

"The minister is right. The minister's beard is just covered with rice grains, so he just bowed down and slipped his beard for me. That's not good."

"You, do you know that people in the palace now call Deputy Prime Minister Ding privately?"

"what is it call?"

"Slip into politics."

"Hahaha, that's a good name."

"Keep your voice down!" De Fang pulled Kou Zhun, "This man is not easy to mess with, you have to be careful."

"Yes, please remember, hahaha"

Seeing Kou Zhun like this, Defang shook her head helplessly.

Although Yiyi has already entered the palace, Defang still visits him from time to time. Today he came to Zishan Hall again, and saw a few servants standing in front of the door whispering, so he stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing?"

A few people were startled, and hurriedly knelt down, a little servant stumbled in fright, got up and said, "My lord... the little one... the little one..."

"Don't be afraid, the lonely king doesn't eat people, hehehe." Defang smiled, "What's the matter?"

"Back...to the prince's words...well...someone...someone asked me to...come...come to draw..."

"Want to paint?" Defang didn't understand. "What kind of painting do you want?"

"Yes... the little prince, no, it's the prince's painting."

"The prince's painting?" Defang thought for a while, "Want the horse he painted?"

"Go back to the prince, yes"

"Who asked you for it? How did they know that the prince painted a horse?"

"Yes... the guard of the palace gate and... and the adults of the various ministries. Once Anping took the prince's painting to burn, but the guard saw it and asked and took it away. , and this is what the adults know."

"Who got it?"

"Master Zhang got the handwriting written by the prince a few days ago."

"Oh? Master Zhang Shixun?"

"Yes"

"Written what?"

The little servant scratched his head, "Small... I didn't remember..."

Defang smiled, "Okay, don't be around anymore, the manager saw that he was about to hit the board."

"Yes, yes" several servants hurriedly saluted and ran away, Defang smiled and shook his head, and walked into Zishan Hall, who knew that Zhou Huaizheng came out, seeing Defang was also startled, and hurriedly put away the paper To the back "The king...the king...the lord..."

"Eunuch Zhou?" Defang looked at Zhou Huaizheng, "Is His Majesty inside?"

"No, no"

"What is the father-in-law here for?"

"Small... small..."

Defang turned her head to look, "Eunuch Zhou, what are you holding in your hand?"

"This... this..."

"Isn't it the prince's painting?"

Zhou Huaizheng looked at Defang in surprise, "My lord..."

"The lonely king has heard about it." De Fang stretched out his hand, "Show the lonely king, what the prince wrote."

"My lord...the little one...not pretty..."

"Is the handwriting written by the prince not good-looking?"

"No, no," Zhou Huaizheng shook his head, "Yes..."

"What is it, bring it here" Defang took the paper and opened it, only to see a few words written on it [Zhou's elder brother chopped off] Defang was stunned for a long time looking at the words, and frowned, "This...what do you mean? ?”