Chapter 149 I don't have the capacity to hold a boat.

The Duke of Zheng's Mansion.

Wei Zheng lay on the bed, and Pei Shi, heavily pregnant, took meticulous care of him.

"father!"

Wei Shuyu pushed open the door and barged in.

"What kind of behavior is this, rushing around like this?"

Madam Pei scolded, "Don't you know your father is still resting?"

Wei Shuyu felt embarrassed.

Only then did he tiptoe over to Wei Zheng's side and begin to examine him, checking his eyelids and taking his pulse...

Although he doesn't have medical skills, he can still diagnose common minor ailments.

*Smack*

Pei slapped Wei Shuyu's hand away.

What are you doing?

Madam Pei scolded, "Your father needs to rest. How can you disturb him like this?"

"Isn't this for Dad's medical treatment?"

Wei Shuyu replied awkwardly.

However, after the examination, I felt relieved.

Wei Zheng was only severely dehydrated and not in mortal danger.

It seems they've been exhausted from the disaster relief efforts these past few days.

Moreover, having been working under the scorching sun for some time, it's likely that potential health risks have already been created.

"Hmm..."

Just then, Wei Zheng slowly opened his eyes.

"Go and get a new towel."

Pei took the handkerchief that was covering Wei Zheng's forehead and handed it to Wei Shuyu.

"oh."

Wei Shuyu obediently listened to him.

"Is it Shuyu who's back?" Wei Zheng asked weakly.

“Hmm,” Pei replied.

"Nonsense."

Who would have thought that Wei Zheng would get angry: "How can you abandon your post during disaster relief? I am only sick, not dead, why do I need you to come back..."

"Even if your father dies, you must put the people first!"

Wei Shuyu placed a handkerchief over Wei Zheng's forehead.

Pei scolded Wei Shuyu's hand, then picked it up, folded it, and placed it on Wei Zheng's forehead.

"You should take a rest, you're already sick and you still can't stop."

Wei Shuyu retorted from the side, "Liang Jianfang is the leader there, I'm just a supervising censor..."

"What's wrong with the Censor-in-Chief again?"

Wei Zheng lost his temper again: "Even if you are a lowly official of the ninth rank, you must do your best."

Wei Shuyu wanted to argue, but was stopped by Pei Shi...

"Shuyu, say less. Your father needs to rest."

Madam Pei shook her head helplessly: "Besides, don't you know your father's personality?"

"He can keep fighting with you until he convinces you."

Wei Zheng remained silent.

That sounds like you're trying to help me.

Why do I feel like I'm being insulted?

"Then I'm leaving. Dad, you should get some rest."

Wei Shuyu turned and left, but as he left, he muttered, "If you want to serve the people, you have to take care of your health. If you break down, what will you do?"

Wei Zheng hadn't originally planned to criticize him, but how could he tolerate such words?

Has this gone too far?

You dare to lecture me?

He turned his head with difficulty, but there was no sign of Wei Shuyu.

Where are they?

Wei Zheng asked angrily.

"They ran away long ago."

Pei pressed Wei Zheng back onto the bed and covered his head with the handkerchief that had slipped off: "I'm telling you, what's the point of arguing with your own son? Besides, Shuyu wasn't wrong. What can you do if you don't get better?"

"..."

Wei Zheng turned his head away.

You two are in cahoots, I'm not going to argue with you.

Winning an argument brings no benefit, but losing an argument is even more detrimental.

Until noon.

Wei Shuyu brought in the porridge.

Old Wei glanced at Little Wei and couldn't help but snort coldly.

"Oh, you're still angry?"

Wei Shuyu placed the porridge on the table and said, "I once heard a saying: 'A prime minister's belly can hold a boat.'"

"You're a prime minister, how can you still be so petty?"

Can a prime minister's belly hold a boat?

Wei Zheng thought it sounded quite pleasant...

"Stop talking nonsense."

Wei Zheng couldn't help but ask, "What is the origin of this saying?"

"Oh, that sentence..."

Wei Shuyu helped Wei Zheng up and leaned him against the headboard: "There was a man named Wang Anshi who was cuckolded by his concubine, but he still forgave her."

(-.-From Fang Yiai's death stare-.-)

"roll."

God the hell, the prime minister's belly can hold a boat.

I don't have that kind of magnanimity!

Wei Shuyu wanted to feed him, but Wei Zheng snatched the food away, saying, "I have hands, do it yourself!"

Okay.

After finishing his porridge, Wei Shuyu left again.

He needs to rest quietly, so it's best not to disturb him.

If Mom sees this, she'll nag me again...

night.

Wei Shuyu exercised in the courtyard for a while and was about to go back to his room to rest when he noticed that the candle in Wei Zheng's study was still lit.

He approached stealthily, but was stopped by the guard at the gate...

"Young Master, the study is off-limits."

An official's study is a place of great importance, let alone a minister like Wei Zheng.

No one may enter without Wei Zheng's permission.

"I'll just take a look..."

Wei Shuyu muttered something under his breath.

The guard hesitated for a moment, then agreed to the request.

Wei Shuyu approached and, through the gap, saw Wei Zheng bent over his desk writing...

Sometimes he frowned in deep thought, and sometimes he wrote furiously.

With a few coughs, Wei Zheng quickly covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

After coughing, he continued writing...

Wei Shuyu's heart was slightly touched.

Wei Zheng was not young; his temples were already gray, and there were brown spots on his face. He had been bowing to the emperor for a long time, and his back was slightly hunched.

This illness has made her even more haggard...

Sigh, even when he's sick, he still has to handle state affairs!

Wei Shuyu sighed.

He reached out and knocked on the door.

Knock knock...

"Young Master..."

The guard looked resentful.

I said I was just going to look around, aren't you ruining my livelihood?

He had snatched this coveted job of guarding the study from among thousands of competitors.

Wei Shuyu ignored him and pushed the door open, barging inside.

"Who allowed you to come in!"

Wei Zheng looked up and scolded him.

"Dad, you're so sick you can barely walk, why are you still worrying about these things?"

Wei Shuyu stepped forward and snatched the pen from Wei Zheng.

"presumptuous."

Wei Zheng, puffing out his beard and glaring, reprimanded, "With natural disasters strike, the imperial treasury is empty, and everything in the country is in need of rebuilding. How can I, your father, have the mind to recuperate!"

"The court has so many ministers, it doesn't need another one like you," Wei Shuyu said helplessly.

"Others are others, and I am me!"

Wei Zheng sternly admonished, "Only by pooling our wisdom can we come up with better strategies."

never mind.

I shouldn't argue with the old man, or I'll get sick from getting angry again.

But how can we not argue?

Wei Zheng was a stubborn man and refused to go back to rest no matter what.

For a moment, the father and son were locked in a stalemate.

"Why don't you get some rest? Can't you think about it tomorrow?" Wei Shuyu planned to brush it off for now.

"I, as a father, can rest, but can the people rest?"

Wei Zheng sternly reprimanded, "They're still crammed into tiny shacks that offer no shelter from the wind and rain. How can I sleep like this... cough cough..."

As he spoke, Wei Zheng began to cough violently.

Wei Shuyu quickly stepped forward and patted his back to help him catch his breath.

"Okay, okay, you win."

Wei Shuyu surrendered.

If we continue arguing with Wei Zheng, who knows how long it will go on? It would be bad if our condition worsened.

"It's just policy, I'll think of things for you, okay?"

Um?

Wei Zheng looked at him with suspicion: "You can?"

"Go and rest first, I'll prepare it for you tomorrow morning."

Wei Shuyu forcefully snatched the paper and pen: "Don't say anything more. If you don't go to rest, I'll burn them."

After saying this, Wei Shuyu placed the manuscript written by Wei Zheng on the candle.

"..."

Under Wei Shuyu's repeated persuasion, Wei Zheng had no choice but to obey.