In the morning court after the Zhongyuan Festival, the title of King Guishan no longer existed. The emperor did not take Tang Jing's life, but just demoted him to a commoner and kept him in the forbidden area of ​​the royal family with his family, and was not allowed to go out for life.

Before Tang Jing was taken to the forbidden area, the emperor met him, and Tang Jing said repentantly: "The winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy. If you had not been born a few years earlier, who will kill you, it is still unknown."

The emperor laughed, "You are foolish and think too high. I did not choose you as the prince's whetstone. It is indeed correct."

Tang Wei was stunned and asked angrily: "Where am I like Tang Lian?" Did he not even have the qualifications to make a whetstone? Is he so unbearable?

The emperor snorted coldly, "Tang Lian pretended very well, so good that the prince was almost confused by him. Fortunately, Wujiu was cautious and always guarded against him. And you were completely deceived by Tang Lian, who was smart and self-righteous."

"Before dealing with the prince, it is correct to get rid of Fu Wujiu." Tang Wei smiled bitterly, "It's a pity that I didn't succeed."

The emperor laughed, "Wujiu has great wisdom." He is just a little lazy and always wants to take a vacation and not work.

Fu Zhixing, who was criticized by the emperor for being too lazy, was still working diligently in the Censorate, but Master Yan Si wanted to retire and went home to play with his grandchildren. The emperor was so angry that he slapped the dragon case and shouted: "The seventy-eighty-year-olds in the court have not yet retired. How old are you, you can just surrender to me. Don't even think about it, wait until you turn 70." The emperor threw the memorial to Master Yan Si, a pair of father-in-law and son-in-law who did not seek motivation.

Master Yan picked up the memorial, "Your Majesty, the 70-year-old minister is so old that he can't walk anymore. He can't take Zuo Jing to travel around. Please beg your Majesty to be kind."

"The Xitars need a great commander, so I will appoint you as the great commander. You can take Nanping to take office together." The emperor smiled cunningly.

Master Yan Si was stunned, "Your Majesty."

The emperor stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Yan Aiqing, please accept the order."

"I received the order." Master Yan Sikong knelt down helplessly.

The Fourth Master Yan resigned but failed and was promoted. After leaving the palace, the Fourth Master Yan went to the old house first to meet the Grand Tutor Yan. When he learned that his son was going to Xitar, Grand Tutor Yan said calmly, "Be careful in everything." Although the Western Kingdom has been conquered for so many years and even the king has passed away, the indigenous people have not truly surrendered, which is why the Jing Kingdom army did not evacuate.

When he learned that the Si Si of Yan was appointed as the governor of the Xitar by the emperor and was about to leave Beijing soon, Yan Hu returned to his parents' home and hugged Princess Nanping to act coquettishly, "Mom, I can't bear to part with you."

"Be good, three years will pass soon." Princess Nanping smiled.

"There are 365 days a year, and three years are 1,095 days. If you don't see each other for three autumns, that's... 3,285 years, wow, it's so long." Yan Huo pouted.

Princess Nanping chuckled and said, "You can't count that way."

"That's how it's how it's how it's how it's how it's how it's how it's how it's how it's how it's how it's how it's how it's how it's how it's about." Yan Huo whined in Princess Nanping's arms.

"Okay, okay, just do it, just do it." Princess Nanping patted her, "Why are you planning to return to your mother's belly and let her give birth to you again?"

"Mom, you want to write me a letter." Yan Huti asked.

"Okay, I'm writing you a letter, can I write three letters a month?" Princess Nanping asked with a smile.

"There are too few three letters, at least five letters are written." Yan Huo said in a sweet voice.

"Okay, write five letters." Princess Nanping responded with a smile, and she liked and enjoyed her daughter very much.

While Yan Hu was acting coquettish with Princess Nanping, King Su asked the prince: "Brother, Lord Yan is a civil servant, and the Xitar side is full of fish and dragons. What if someone takes the risk and assassinate Lord Yan? I will be safe if I escort Lord Yan over."

"The father will arrange people." The prince smiled faintly.

"Don't arrange for others, just arrange for me. I promise to send Lord Yan to Xitar without any injuries." King Su said with a smile.

"You have only been back to Beijing for a few months, but you are uneasy and want to run out of the wilderness, no," the prince frowned.

"Xiao Zhi hasn't come back outside, why don't you talk about him?" King Su said unconvincedly.

The prince glared at him, "I've made a fortune and learned to care about my younger brother."

"I'm not calculating with my younger brother, I'm calculating with you, you're partial." King Su looked aggrieved, "You don't talk about brotherhood. When you were a child, you fought with Cousin Fan, and I helped you bite Cousin Fan. If I had known I wouldn't help you."

"Why didn't you say you bit me when you were a child?" the prince asked quietly.

"Don't talk about that...that...that...that's my childhood, let's talk about the serious business. Brother, come on, come on, you can smell it." King Su approached the prince.

"What do you smell?" The prince was puzzled, but he took two deep breaths.

"Did you smell a musty smell?" asked King Su.

"Did you go to the school to practice arrows and have you taken a bath?" The prince glanced at him sideways, "Don't your brother and sister dislike you?"

"The princess said it was a manly atmosphere." King Su said proudly.

The prince stood up, walked to the other side and sat down, and distanced himself from King Su. The couple was so stingy and interesting.

"I haven't gone to the school today, so I'm not feeling smelly." King Su sat next to the prince again.

King Su transformed into a bullshit plaster and stuck to the prince tightly. Even if the prince went to the clean room, he would follow him. The prince was extremely helpless by his desperate efforts and had to agree to ask for his life with the emperor.

"He wants to go, let him go." The emperor agreed.

When King Su heard the good news, he jumped three feet high.

When Yan Siye and King Su packed their luggage, it was August 15th. On the morning of the fifteenth day of August, Fu Zhixing, surrounded by his children, laid lanterns for them with his own hands, "Zhuo'er, August 15th is Mid-Autumn Festival, why is that?"

Zhuo'er replied: "Autumn is in the hour, summer is in winter, August is in autumn, the beginning of the year is in autumn, fifteen is at night, and the moon is in the clouds, and the sky is in the way of heaven, so the cold and heat are even, and after the number of months, the toad soul is round, so it is called Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Where does this come from?" Fu Zhixing continued to ask.

"From Ouyang Zhan's "Preface to Playing the Moon Poems"." Zhuo'er replied.

"Yue'er, recite a Mid-Autumn Festival poem." Fu Zhixing continued to take the exam for the second son.

Yue'er thought for a while, "The Queen Mother was dressed up in a mirror and didn't take it away... She stayed with the Xiweng to fish for a boat."

"Dad, I can sing a little song." Yaya volunteered.

"Yaya sings it," Fu Zhixing said with a smile.

Yaya put down the bamboo strips in her hand and slapped her hands and sang: "On Mid-Autumn Festival, the light is shining, and every household is busy watching the moon. She sets fruit cakes and cooks incense, and everyone worships the moon. She worships the moon, worships the moon..." Yaya turned her head and looked at Yan Huo who was sitting in the corridor eating grapes, "Mom, Yaya doesn't remember."

Yan Huo burst into laughter and sang for her, "Divid fruits, eat moon cakes, and enjoy the moon and sleep."

"Dad, is Yaya singing well?" Yaya asked with her little face raised.

"Yaya sang well." Fu Zhixing looked back at Yan Huo, "Madam sang better."

Yan Huo raised the corners of his lips, and the couple looked at each other, and their love was endless.

The family was chatting and having fun in the yard. Fu Zhixing made five lanterns of different shapes, one of whom was one of his children and one of them.
Chapter completed!