Zhong Mingwei was startled, then he quickly smiled and said, "Dad, what do you want? Just ask. As long as your son can give it to you, your son will not even blink an eye!"
This was the first time Zhong Mingwei called him dad, but he called him so smoothly. It was not awkward at all, just like the kids in Chenjiatun calling him dad. Very affectionate.
"I think this one is good." Zhong Zhiling said, while picking up the stack of notes from the small table, flipping through them and saying, "This is the gold mine in Tibet, I want it, um. This is the tea mountain in Yunnan. I want it too, your mother likes to drink Yunnan tea. There is also a large villa in Suzhou. It just so happens that your father and your mother are thinking of moving to Suzhou. Then take them all. Oh, here is..."
Zhong Mingwei watched him stuff the notes into his arms one by one. He didn't feel bad at all, because he really treated Zhong Zhiling as his own father. Seeing that Zhong Zhiling was not polite to him, he was very happy. But when Zhong Zhiling turned to the last note, Zhong Mingwei glared at him, then held Zhong Zhiling's hand, and said pitifully: "Dad, please leave one for me."
"Why? You like jasmine tea?" Zhong Zhiling looked at the deed in his hand, which was a jasmine tea garden in Yangzhou. He then looked at Zhong Mingwei jokingly, "Why? Your descendants actually like to drink this tea?"
"Yes, my son likes this, so please go easy on me, Dad!" Zhong Mingwei smiled busily as he snatched the deed from Zhong Zhiling's hand and quickly stuffed it into his arms, as if he was afraid that Zhong Zhiling would change his mind and snatch it back.
"You are such a good-for-nothing boy!" Zhong Zhiling couldn't help laughing when he saw his behavior.
"I can't help it. My son is used to living in the village. It's natural that he won't be successful," Zhong Mingwei said with a smile. He poured a cup of tea for Zhong Zhiling and handed it to him with both hands. Then he smiled again and said, "Dad, try it. Although this jasmine tea is an ordinary tea, it's not bad."
"Not bad," Zhong Zhiling took a sip and nodded. He usually drank San Pao Tai, which was strong and pungent, so Jasmine, a delicate green tea, was actually no different from boiled water to him. As he put down the teacup, his face suddenly darkened, and he looked at Zhong Mingwei, "After we capture the city tomorrow, how do you plan to deal with Prince Rong?"
Zhong Mingwei's face darkened. He had actually been thinking about this question for a long time, but he hadn't come up with a conclusion yet. When Zhong Zhiling asked him this question, he pondered for a while and said, "Prince Rong did force the emperor to abdicate, but he didn't kill my father, so I thought..."
"Mingwei, don't be soft-hearted," Zhong Zhiling seemed to have guessed what Zhong Mingwei was going to say next, and immediately interrupted him, saying in a deep voice, "It is true that Prince Rong forced a confession to usurp the throne, persecuted ministers, murdered the fourth prince, and harmed innocent people. Each of these is a serious crime punishable by death. Mingwei, if you don't kill him, how will the court officials and the people see you? Will they think you are a good brother with deep brotherly love, or will they think you are a tyrant who confuses right and wrong and protects rebellion?"
"Dad, you misunderstood. I also think that Prince Rong must be killed, but it doesn't necessarily have to be done by me," Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips and said, "Isn't my father still alive? How can it be my turn as a son to deal with Prince Rong?"
Zhong Zhiling was startled, then he smiled, patted Zhong Mingwei on the shoulder, and scolded him with a smile: "You are still a man with many tricks. I see that in the past two years in Ningguta, you have not only been recuperating and getting married, but you have also accumulated countless tricks!"
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