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Emperor Hongzhi felt a little anxious for no reason.
He regretted that he had listened to Fang Jifan and asked the prince to take charge of the matter.
In this mood of worrying about gains and losses, he stayed up until half the night. When he got up early the next morning, he remembered that today was a day off.
He still went to the Nuan Pavilion, looking at the memorials from time to time, but absent-mindedly.
Xiao Jing seemed to have noticed His Majesty's thoughts and said, "Why don't Your Majesty summon the Crown Prince and Fang Jifan to ask?"
Emperor Hongzhi thought for a while and seemed to remember the promise he made more than a month ago.
After being silent for a long time, he sighed and said: "That's all, I said let them go and do their job properly. Let them do whatever they want. If the sky falls, I will hold it together. Anyway, I'm used to it."
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" Equally anxious is Shen Wen.
Shen Wen was restless and didn't sleep all night. Thinking of his precious son, who didn't even know whether he was dead or alive, he felt very uncomfortable and kept sighing.
Early in the morning, Shen Wen, who was feeling restless, ordered someone to carry the sedan chair to Xishan.
The entire Shen family, led by his wife Zhang, had already arrived at the middle gate and leaned against the door to look forward to it.
Shen Wen was a little better. He had to carry it and sit in the hall, drinking tea. Halfway through the meal, he suddenly saw the servant at home hurried in and said: "The young master is back, he is back"
"Master"
"Son"
It¡¯s noisy outside.
Shen Wen's heart suddenly relaxed.
Fortunately, at least people are still alive. It¡¯s good to be alive.
So Shen Wen arrived at the middle gate excitedly, and saw the sedan stopped outside the middle gate. A group of people rushed up, and someone opened the curtain of the sedan, but
The curtain is actually empty!
""
"Where is the young master?" someone asked the bearer.
The bearer of the sedan chair made a sad face and hesitated: "The young master said he couldn't get used to sitting in the sedan chair. He just walked by himself and stayed behind. Master, madam, I can't blame this villain. I tried hard to persuade him, but the young master just refused." ¡¡±
"" Shen Wenru was struck by lightning and staggered. He took a step back, his face as pale as paper
¡°Could it be that you are crazy crazy
"A father knows best who his son is. Even in the house, from the front yard to the back garden, this son is too lazy to move around. He can't wait to ask someone to carry him in a sedan chair.
When he was in Qinhuai, he was known as the Boneless Young Master. On the one hand, it was to show his weakness. In Qinhuai, the richer the young master was, the less likely he was to be exposed to the sun, unable to move, and he liked to wear fancy clothes only worn by women. There are many flowers and birds, and if you apply pink and white, you will be laughed at even if you speak more energetically. This kind of custom is quite similar to that of the Southern Dynasties, when business girls did not know the hatred of the country's subjugation and still sang about the flowers in the backyard across the river.
Shen Wen was naturally very disgusted with this, but everyone in this family pampered Shen Ao, and slowly, Shen Wen had to accept it.
But nowif my son wasn't crazy, why didn't he even sit in the sedan chair and walk back from Xishan Mountain?
Isn¡¯t this crazy, or what?
Shen Wen felt his heart aching.
He clutched his heart, feeling like he could hardly breathe.
At this moment, at the corner of the street, I saw a man coming slowly carrying a package.
He walked very steadily, and the skin on his face was much darker, but he was still very thin.
But this thinness is different from when he left home. At that time, he was slender. But now, in this early winter, the north wind is howling, blowing his linen Confucian shirt floating, but his body is as straight as a javelin, and his face is as straight as a javelin. The softness on her face has long disappeared, but she has gained a bit more water chestnuts, and her eyes are much brighter.
Shen Ao didn't want to sit in the sedan because he thought the sedan was too rocky, but it was more comfortable to keep his feet on the ground.
He walked all the way, even though it was more than ten miles away, he still carried a baggage behind him. In the baggage were a change of clothes and some gifts he had brought back. Yes, he came back with gifts.
With these more than ten kilograms of baggage and the more than ten miles of walking, Shen Ao didn't feel tired at all, and he didn't even make a sound of breathing.
After a month of hard work, he learned how to grow potatoes, could memorize most of the agricultural books by heart, and also learned to cook. Of course, he mainly knew how to peel potatoes and control the heat of stewing potatoes.
He has become familiar with and accustomed to using fire sticks, knows how to ignite fire, and has learned to ride a horse, but he is not yet proficient enough. He also shot arrows, but his archery skills were average.Thoughts.
Xiaodie put away the hairpin, but in her eyes, there was still the same fear as in a dream.
I am afraid that when I wake up from the dream, the world will return to its original state.
Shen Ao then smiled again. He seemed to have become accustomed to the gentle smile, and was no longer as arrogant or pretentious as before.
He said: "I originally wanted to bring more gifts back, but when I think about it, my father and mother are at home and they don't lack anything. Even if I bring them back, it will be of no use."
"" Shen Wen remained silent from beginning to end.
He kept staring at his son, and he kept wondering in his heart what happened to his son.
It can be seen that seeing his son like this gave Shen Wen a different feeling.
Although there are no luxurious clothes, although there is no gold and jade, although there is no silk scarf on the head.
Butthe way Shen Ao looks now is what a scholar should look like, gentle and elegant, neither humble nor overbearing, polite, and knowing where to go.
But the question is, can such a son still be considered his own son?
"Father¡¡"
At this moment, Shen Wen saw his son actually bowing to him.
This is a very standard etiquette for a scholar. There is no perfunctoriness and seriousness. When he called his father, there seemed to be sincere emotions behind his voice. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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