Chapter 677 Fishing

Zhou Shuren told the whole story. Now that Mrs. Song was not around, Zhou Shuren whispered, "The emperor did not recognize Rongchuan, nor did he recognize Shen Yang as planned by the forces behind him. Now he keeps the fake fifth prince as an obstacle and is still ambiguous with Shen Yang. This is fishing, and he has already caught a lot at the beginning."

The emperor must have already known what he had gotten out of it. Hey, interesting, really interesting.

Zhu Lan said quietly, "The Emperor didn't recognize Rong Chuan, but he didn't want Rong Chuan to get involved. He was protecting Rong Chuan!"

Zhou Shuren hummed, paused, and then said, "So, the emperor has always been a dad."

In the capital, the emperor closed his eyes tiredly. He had been too tired these days and his eyes were a little dry.

The prince heard the sound and asked with concern, "Father, do you want to rest for a while?"

The emperor closed his eyes without opening them. "It is not good for people to refuse to accept aging. When you are old, you will not care about your health any more."

He never rested before, but now he has to rest for an hour or two during the day. He is getting old.

The prince was closest to his father, and he knew his father's condition best. His father had not hidden anything from him. "Father, you are still very young."

The emperor opened his eyes and said jokingly, "Then I will reign for another ten years."

The prince choked and could not bear to calculate his age in ten years, but he could not show it on his face, "Then my son will enjoy a good life."

The emperor snorted. A prince who doesn't want to be an emperor is not a good prince. How could he not know the son he raised? He stood up and said, "I'll take a nap. These memorials are handed over to you. Remember to approve them all when I wake up. It's good to be young. Work hard."

The prince glanced at the pile of folded papers. He really should work harder. Who knows how long his father will rest? "Yes."

The emperor went back to the inner hall to rest, lying on his side on the bed, motioning to Eunuch Liu to rub his head. Time passed little by little, and just when Eunuch Liu thought the emperor had fallen asleep, the emperor spoke, "I asked you to pay attention to Shen Yang, he should be back by now, right?"

When Eunuch Liu heard the emperor's voice, his hands couldn't help shaking. With years of experience, he replied in a low voice, "Yes, Master Shen already has a house, and he will return to the capital in the next two days."

The emperor signaled to Eunuch Liu not to press anymore, and his head felt much better. "You continue to stare."

Eunuch Liu wondered why they didn't use someone from the Anbu to do this kind of surveillance work, but instead used him. The only one he could use was Xiao Taijia. Eunuch Liu thought that the emperor was becoming more and more difficult to understand. The emperor was only real in front of the empress and the prince. At other times, he was really afraid of the emperor.

It’s a pity that when I told the emperor about my retirement, he didn’t agree. Even though I’m old, I still have to work hard.

The emperor was not asleep. His mind was spinning. All the officials that Shen Yang had visited were flashing in his mind. There were quite a few of them, but he didn't know who was the fish among them. But there was no rush.

In the afternoon in Jinzhou, Zhulan woke up first from her nap, while Zhou Shuren was still sleeping soundly with his son in his arms. Zhou Shuren was especially good at accompanying his son in his fun. The little guy was surprisingly brave, and Zhou Shuren was used to it.

Zhulan got up and signaled to Mrs. Song to comb her hair into a simple loose style. She thought that it was afternoon now and no one would come.

Afterwards, I changed into looser clothes and used the prepared fuel to color the painting of the parade. This painting took quite a long time to complete, and I kept adding details during this period. The main painting is very long, and many details of the parade are on it.

Zhulan is still not satisfied, because there are many places that are not painted well, but she can't find the feeling when she wants to repaint it, so this is the only way.

Now only the last bit of paint is needed. If you want to preserve it for a long time, you need to find a professional master to handle it.

Zhou Shuren didn't know when he woke up. He waited until Zhulan had finished painting before he spoke, "Wait until I write a poem about it. This painting can stay in the family and be passed down."

Zhulan turned around and asked, "He's awake, is my son awake too?"

"My son is still asleep. He is a little tired from playing today and can't wake up for a while."

Zhulan stood up and washed her hands. "Then you have to think of a good poem. It's a pity to paint a picture of you parading in the streets. You were the runner-up at that time. There are Changlian and Rongchuan in this painting. You say, if we paint a picture every time someone in our family passes the imperial examination, how many paintings will be left when we die?"

Zhou Shuren stroked his beard, "This is a good idea. We will know when the time comes. At present, as long as Changzhi doesn't get cheated, he has a great chance. Mingyun is also good. Mingteng and Mingrui need to work harder to have a chance. With this calculation, the sons of the Zhou family are all good at studying."

Zhu Lan laughed, "We have a runner-up and a third place winner in our family, the only thing missing is a first place winner."

Zhou Shuren said quietly, "This third place winner is not from our family. We only have the second place winner at the moment."

Zhulan chuckled. Indeed, their family could not afford a third place in the imperial examination now. Rongchuan's biological father was Tian. This was an era in ancient times that perfectly interpreted the competition of fathers. No one could compete with Rongchuan.

Zhulan got up to check on her son. The little boy was so tired that he was not sleeping well. He had kicked off the quilt. Zhulan covered her son with the quilt. When she came out, Zhou Shuren had already finished writing the poem.

Zhulan, "I'll ask the master to take care of it tomorrow."

"good."

In the evening, there must be wild vegetables for dinner, which are the result of Changzhong's hard work. Zhulan likes wild vegetable soup. Although the heat in spring is not that strong, it is good to reduce the heat.

Zhulan waited for dinner and announced the decision, "Starting tomorrow, Changzhong will follow your fourth brother to learn to read and write."

Changzhong, "Mom, why is it Fourth Brother?"

The nephews all avoided the fourth brother, especially Mingteng, who would run away when he saw the fourth brother. He had encountered this several times, and as a result, he didn't like the fourth brother very much.

Zhulan tapped her son's nose and said, "Because most of the children in our family were taught by your fourth brother, he has experience."

Especially the experience of dealing with naughty boys.

Changzhong asked, "Mom, why are my nephews so afraid of our fourth brother?"

"Because they were naughty and were punished, so, as an uncle, you have to set an example for your nephews and make sure they are obedient and don't make trouble."

Changzhong was entangled. He was the uncle and wanted to be a role model for his nephews. "Mom, I don't want to."

Zhulan interrupted the young man, "You are my uncle."

Changzhong blinked his eyes. He always felt that his mother bullied him, but he didn't know how to refute her. "Dad."

Zhou Shuren smiled and said, "Son, your mother is the eldest in our family."

You little rascal, now you know to call me daddy! Why didn’t you call me daddy sweetly when you bullied your daddy?

Changzhong lowered his head, "Mom, I'm going back to sleep."

"Be good and go."

Zhou Shuren, "......."

Because he doesn't help talk, there's no goodnight kiss?

Zhulan waited for her son to leave and said, "This kid is too smart. I don't even remember what I did at my age, but I'm definitely not as smart as him."

(End of this chapter)