Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 23 A dutiful son grows under the stick

  The sky was already dim, and the setting sun shone on the glazed tiles on the roof of the palace, creating a halo of strange and bizarre auras.

  At this time, in the warm pavilion, Emperor Hongzhi was leaning on a cushion, holding a book and looking at it.

  The tea on the imperial table was already cold, but there was nothing to do today, so Emperor Hongzhi decided to personally supervise the prince's homework.

  So now the prince is sitting obediently at the bottom of the head, copying the strategy of 'reform the land and return it to the people'.

  Zhu Houzhao shook his head, secretly glanced at his father from time to time, and then made a sound similar to chirping and humming, which was full of resentment and pity.

   That's right, Zhu Houzhao was beaten just now.

  Father personally urged him to copy the book, but when he checked it, he found that the handwriting was illegible. In the past, his father would have scolded him at most, but who knows, he just beat him up today.

Although the attack was not heavy, but Zhu Houzhao was wronged, he was honest all of a sudden, seeing that the sky was getting dark, the father was still sitting there reading a book like an old monk, he had no intention of letting him rest at all, he chirped and hummed , the father was completely sympathetic and turned a deaf ear.

  Zhu Houzhao felt that the trajectory of his life had changed. In the past, his father was so strict.

   It's hard to pass the day.

He suddenly lost his mind, and began to think about his own grasshopper and the few dogs secretly kept in Zhan Shi's mansion in his mind. Then he heard the coughing sound of his father, and Zhu Houzhao's face became tense with fright. Busy is writing like flying, continue to copy books.

  At this time, an **** outside said: "Your Majesty, the servant has come to pay the order."

  Emperor Hongzhi finally raised his gaze from the book, and he regained his energy. Out of the corner of his eye, he did not forget to glance at Zhu Houzhao. Zhu Houzhao immediately sat up straight reflexively, and he couldn't be more obedient.

  Emperor Hongzhi said indifferently: "Come in."

  The **** delivering the decree came in on tiptoe, and then bowed down like a cloud and flowing water.

  Emperor Hongzhi raised his eyelids, and said lazily, "How, what did Fang Jifan say?"

  The **** hesitated, hesitated for a long time before saying: "He...he said..."

   "But it doesn't matter what you say." Emperor Hongzhi saw the clue.

  The **** had no choice but to say tremblingly: "He said... why is the golden belt made of copper..."

"..." Emperor Hongzhi was stunned for a moment, then depressed, and suddenly began to doubt life, and even began to regret how he had been deceived by eating lard. Having become the number one with such a thing, if I knew it earlier, I should have suppressed it.

  Zhu Houzhao has buried his head even lower, most likely he is hiding in a snicker.

  Emperor Hongzhi had a gloomy face: "The boy is not sensible, his father must have taught him a lesson."

  The **** was still prostrate on the ground, his body like chaff.

  Emperor Hongzhi probably understood something, and then sighed: "I forgot, Nan Hebo spoiled his son to the sky, presumably he was reluctant to scold his son, so he must have kept silent."

  Eunuch Qiqi Ai Ai wanted to say something, but seemed hesitant to speak.

   "If you have anything to say, just say it." A sternness flashed across Emperor Hongzhi's face.

  The **** hurriedly said frightenedly: "Nan He Bo... Nan He Bo pinched his face and said, Your Majesty is old and confused."

"Pfft..." Zhu Houzhao really didn't hold back this time, spit out a mouthful, then covered his stomach, the wet ink on the copybook was wiped by his sleeve, and then Zhu Houzhao felt his stomach convulsed badly, He looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha..."

   "..." Emperor Hongzhi was speechless. He was silent for a long time, and it seemed that he was not easy to attack.

  The golden belt has been bestowed, and Fang Jifan has also praised it. Jinkouyuyan, I can’t take it back. Nanan and Bo Fangjinglong, usually see him as a good man, and when he is out in battle, he is also considered capable. Why...

  Hey...Emperor Hongzhi was a generous man after all, so he just sighed.

But when he turned his head and looked at Zhu Houzhao again, he saw that his copybook was a mess, ink was spilled out, and all the articles he copied just now were all black and white. Emperor Hongzhi frowned unconsciously, and a murderous aura permeated his body open.

Zhu Houzhao suddenly felt that something was wrong, he really couldn't hold it back, he just wanted to laugh out loud, seeing that his father's sharp eyes shot like arrows, he knew it was over, he quickly suppressed his laughter, and said pitifully: "My son! ... death to death!"

  Emperor Hongzhi glared at him, and said coldly: "Copy again, if you don't finish copying, you don't need to eat!"

   "..." This time, Zhu Houzhao couldn't laugh anymore.

  ...

  Early in the morning, Fang Jifan got up comfortably, and Xiao Xiangxiang came to take care of dressing.

  Fang Jifan stood up and saw that Xiao Xiangxiang's face had finally turned red. He thought it was because he had recovered from his illness, so he smiled and grabbed her hand subconsciously: "Hmm...it's slippery..."

   "Master, you...you are so bad." Xiao Xiangxiang blushed pretty, her eyes were on the toes of her shoes, and she hardly dared to raise her face. For some reason, she felt more and more that the young master did not have any malicious intentions. Besides, Steward Yang had secretly told him that if the young master was careless, then he would be in trouble. Maybe he was sick. Xiao Xiangxiang thought so deeply, but she also Recognizing this truth, therefore, every time the young master wiped the oil happily, she felt relieved. She has served the young master since she was a child, and she regards this as a sacred mission. Although she is a little shy, but for some reason, when she thinks about it sometimes, she feels a little... indescribable.

  Fang Jifan laughed exaggeratedly: "The young master is not bad, so is he still called the young master? Why, what did you call the young master to wake up so early today?"

  The moment Fang Jifan raised his eyes, he saw Deng Jian poking his head outside, and even grabbed Xiao Xiangxiang tightly, bringing her body closer to him, completely looking like a disciple.

  The girl exuded a different smell, mixed with the scent of saponins that she usually washes, it made Fang Jifan feel a little distracted.

   "Deng Jian, come in with death."

   "Come on, come on, congratulations young master, congratulations young master, young master is amazing, if you don't take the test, you will be judged, this test will compare everyone to others." Deng Jian smiled obsequiously at Fang Jifan.

  Fang Jifan hummed: "Is there something wrong?"

   "Yes, yes, the master invited the young master to eat breakfast in the living room. The master explained that he has a bold idea, so I invite the young master to discuss, discuss..."

  Fang Jifan felt chills suddenly in his heart. Dad is too inflated. I thought he just mentioned it casually yesterday, but he actually took it seriously.

   "Let's go." Fang Jifan also set off crisply and went directly to the hall.

I saw Fang Jinglong sitting on the long bench in the barren hall of this house, with his hands on the broken willow table. When he saw Fang Jifan approaching, Fang Jinglong's face immediately flushed: "Good son, good son, come, come, sit down!" Next, eat steamed cakes and white porridge."

Fang Jifan stepped forward and sat down: "Father..." I'm not used to calling this father. It's weird. Seeing the surprise on Fang Jinglong's face again, Fang Jifan smiled: "Old man, if you have something to say, why don't you just say it?" Yes, don't mention your bold idea."

   "Don't mention it, don't mention it." Fang Jinglong coaxed Fang Jifan: "It's the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker. This is something that my father handles. How can I make you worry about it. For my father...for my father, I will ask you Zhang Shibo to find a way."

After a pause, Fang Jinglong sighed: "You are promising now. You are the first in the review, which shocked the capital. Dad has breakfast and is going to be on duty. Now I really want to spread my wings and fly over, and let those old brothers and colleagues Let's take a look. Son, you said how you passed the exam, and I haven't seen you on weekdays...cough cough..."

  The meaning is obvious, you are usually ignorant and incompetent!

  Fang Jifan said confidently: "I guess."

  Fang Jinglong breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, last night, he didn't sleep all night. He was very excited at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he actually became terrified. This son...could be cheating.

  Thinking about it this way, I feel that the Fang family is going to be cold, and I am terrified when I think about it.

  Although proofreading is not as strict as the imperial examination, cheating, no matter what the exam is, is a serious crime of deceiving the emperor and killing the head.

  The son said he guessed it, and Fang Jinglong seemed to be relieved all of a sudden.

  ...

  Suddenly thought of the new issue. As a conscientious old author, I forgot to ask for everyone’s support. Failure, failure, please support!

  (end of this chapter)