Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

"My lord. Then, my little one, can you ask Yousi to report the matter of Li Ji to the county government in his hometown?"

"Okay." Defang patted Baili's shoulder lightly, "Just do as you want. If necessary, come and tell Gu Wang."

"Thank you, my lord. Thank you, my lord."

"Thank you all the time, the lonely king is tired of listening." De Fang smiled slightly, "It's getting late, let's go to rest."

Baili rubbed his eyes, "You haven't slept yet, the little one will accompany you, and I will go to rest after you sleep."

"Come back so late and haven't had dinner yet? Just let Xiaopeng come over, go quickly."

"Let the little one go to sleep, my lord, don't worry about the little one, go to sleep."

"Sleep if you say sleep, don't be sleepy."

"My lord, why are you still acting like a child? You've been hurt like this. If you don't take a good rest, it will be a slow recovery."

"The lonely king has been sleeping for several days. Thinking about it, the national players will not let him go. He said that he will lie down for at least three days, otherwise his legs will not be easy to recover, but the lonely king is almost suffocated to death."

"Not bored, Baili will accompany you."

"You? That's even more boring."

Baili pouted, "That. The little one went to find the empress, and said that you were not asleep."

"How dare you! Brat, you dare to threaten the lonely king."

"Then what do you say? Why don't you get bored?"

Defang looked at Baili and suddenly showed a very innocent smile, "Tell the lonely king about your childhood, and tell what you remember."

"The little ones remember everything about the prince."

"Really? Are you confused every day, and you can still remember things for so long?"

"Really, really." Baili nodded affirmatively, "Everyone else is confused, I just remember about you, my lord."

"Really? Well, let's talk a little more, interesting ones."

"Okay, the little one will talk more interesting, then you lie down, and Baili will tuck you in the quilt."

Defang moved slightly, lying on his back, Baili helped him tuck the quilt, sat on the footrest and leaned against the bed and whispered, "Little one, let me tell you something about when you were eight years old, it's still..."

Baili recalled what happened many years ago, and talked very happily. He talked about the interesting things Defang did with him, and couldn't help smiling, as if he was back in the past. Baili raised his hand and gestured, "My lord, Did you know that there was such a big ink stain on the back of Master Zhao’s clothes at that time? I don’t understand, hehehe, you said it was funny, even though you just accidentally spilled ink on the chair at that time, but you didn’t tell Mr. Zhao, later Emperor Taizu found out and punished the young ones to copy books and fined them You kowtowed to Master Zhao to make amends, and you had to practice the boxing and the stick ten times each, add half an hour to your homework every day, and copied Confucius and Mencius, you were really exhausted for a while, my lord, you were at that time."

Baili turned his head and found that Defang had fallen asleep at some point. Baili stood up gently, and slowly lifted the quilt on Defang's legs to have a look. The medicine was applied to the knee, and the swelling subsided. Only covered with a layer of tulle, Baili covered the quilt carefully, put down the bed curtain, blew out the candles in the outer room, exited the bedroom and closed the door, sat on the stone steps and looked up at the sky by himself. I don’t know how many years I sat on this stone step , seems to have become Baili's exclusive seat. Baili looked at the moon with his cheeks on his hands, with tears in his eyes and remorse in his heart, silently praying for Defang to recover soon.