The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Emperor Hongzhi was anxious for no reason.

He regretted that he had listened to Fang Jifan's words and asked the crown prince to be the only one.

Under this kind of emotion of suffering, he suffered half a night and got up early the next day, only to remember that today is Xiu Mu.

He still went to the Nuan Pavilion, and he looked at Shu Shu, but he was absent.

Xiao Jing seemed to see His Majesty's thoughts, and said: "Does His Majesty summon Prince and Fang Jifan to ask?"

The Emperor Hongzhi thought about it, and seemed to remember the promise more than a month ago.

After a long silence, I sighed: "Fine, I said I let them go and let them do things well. Let them play tricks. The sky collapses, and I am also supporting it. Anyway, I am used to it."

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Also anxious, there is Shen Wen.

Shen Wen fidgeted and stayed up all night, thinking of his baby son, and even knew nothing about life or death. He felt so uncomfortable in his heart that he kept sighing.

Early in the morning, the uneasy Shen Wen ordered people to carry the sedan to Xishan.

Under the leadership of his wife Zhang's family, the Shen family had already arrived at the middle gate and looked forward to it.

Shen Wen was better. He had to hold it, sitting in the hall, drinking tea, and eating halfway through. He suddenly saw the attendant in the house hurriedly came in and said: "Master is back, back ..."

"Master ..."

"Son ..."

Outside messy.

Shen Wen's heart suddenly dropped.

Fortunately, at least people are still alive, just alive.

So Shen Wenxing rushed to the middle door, and saw that the sedan stopped outside the middle door, and some people rushed up. Someone opened the sedan curtain, but ...

The curtain is actually empty!

"..."

"Master?" Someone asked the bearer.

The bearer grimaced and said: "The young master said ... it's not used to sitting in a sedan chair. He walked by himself, just behind him, lord, ma'am, this is no wonder villain, the villain tried hard to persuade, but the master refused ... "

"..." Shen Wenru was struck by lightning and staggered. He took a step back, his face pale as paper ...

Is it crazy ... crazy ...

Who is his son? The father is the most clear, even in the house, from the front yard to the backyard, this son is too lazy to move around, I wish to be asked to send the sedan chair to send.

He was called Boneless Son in Qinhuai. On the one hand, he was showing his weakness. The more wealthy son in Qinhuai, the more he could not stand in the sun and could not move his feet. If there are many flowers and birds, if you want to apply Fan Dai, you will even talk. If you are full of air, you will be teased. This kind of atmosphere is quite a bit like the Southern Dynasty.

Shen Wen was naturally very disgusted with this, but this family was spoiled by Shen Ao, and slowly, Shen Wen had to accept it.

But now ... if his son, if not crazy, why didn't he even sit in the sedan chair and walk back from Xishan's way?

Is n’t this crazy, or what?

Shen Wen felt his heart cramped.

Covering his heart, he felt almost out of breath.

Just then, at the corner of the street, I saw a person carrying a package and came slowly.

His feet were steady, and the skin on his face was much darker, and he was still very thin.

But this was different from when I was away from home. At that time, it was slim, but now, in this early winter, the north wind cries and the burlap blouse floats, but his body is straight like a javelin The tenderness on the bed has long disappeared, and there are more rhomboids, and the eyes are more divine.

Shen Ao was reluctant to sit on the sedan chair because he thought the sedan chair was too swaying or was more comfortable on foot.

I walked all the way. Although there were more than a dozen miles, I was still carrying a baggage behind me. There were some clothes changed in the baggage, and some gifts I brought back. Yes, he brought the gifts back.

With these dozens of pounds of burden, plus a dozen miles of walking, Shen Ao didn't feel tired, and he didn't even have a voice for ventilation.

After a month of hard work, he learned how to grow potatoes, he could cook most of the agricultural books, and he also learned to cook. Of course, he mainly knew how to peel and master the temptation to stew potatoes.

He has already become familiar with and used to using fire traps, knows how to ignite fire, and has learned to ride a horse, but he is not yet skilled enough. He has also shot arrows, but archery is average; in addition, he also taught himself the medicine of half a barrel of water, as well as the physical strength of this body, and has a decent body.

He went to the door and saw his father and mother.

The tears could not be stopped, and they twirled in the eyes.

Even Zhang Sanba knew filial piety, especially when she looked at Zhang Zhang's illness, and groaned in the middle of the night because of the pain. Shen Ao hid in the bed and cried in the night.

Since he was a kid, he has been spoiled by his parents. He has always taken this for granted. He used to study every day and was filial piety every day. But in fact, he is similar to the **** prodigal son of the Fang family. Even if there is no etiquette at all, it's just a matter of arguing for the right and wrong, and Shen Wen and Zhang's are half angry at every turn.

In Xishan, he finally knows that maybe one day, his parents will be like the mother of the three or eight, no matter poor and rich, they will eventually fall into the old, will be sick, and will lie on the couch, and no longer Jumping without strength, pointing at his nose and scolding Xiao Xiao.

Shen Ao is in the West Mountain, learning more is cherishing.

In fact, at this time, Shen Wen and Zhang had not recognized Shen Ao.

I only saw a strange man, carrying the burden to the front, they are still waiting for a son with pink daisy, oil head and powder, and a sickly white complexion.

But the man came in front of them and cried.

He choked up, put down his burden, and said, "Shen Ao has seen his father, and his mother, and his son is on a study tour, which makes his father and mother worry.

"..."

It was Shen Ao's voice, about the same size.

The only difference is ...

Shen Wen was startled.

Really son.

But the crux of the problem is ... he ... he ... he knelt down.

Shen Ao used to do such a thing, would he say such a thing?

This is not like his own son.

But the Zhang family on the side heard the son's voice, and his body was already trembling. He was held by the girl before he barely supported it and shouted, "Sir, my son ..."

Shen Ao stood up, dusted the burlap blouse on Shan's body, he didn't wear a kerchief on his head, but just curled his hair into an ordinary bun. He stepped forward and helped Zhang's hands.

Zhang looked at him carefully, and finally found the shadow of his son between Meiyu and the facial features, so she burst into tears and said: "How come it is so dark, so thin, this is where to go to study, this is practice My son. "

Shen Ao only pursed his lips, showing a smile, not thinking about it.

Shen Wen was already turning over the river. He looked at Shen Ao in disbelief, desperately holding back the surprise in his heart, carrying his hands, pretending to be calm and authentic: "If there is anything, go back to the house and say, come, give the young man a backpack. "

Then someone came forward to take the burden of Shen Ao, but Shen Ao shook his head and said: "The child can just carry it on his own."

Shen Wen lost his mind.

Are you **** ...

It must be a hell.

This is an illusion, an illusion.

He was frivolous under his feet, like stepping on cotton, like a dream, and calmly returned to the nave.

Shen Wen and Zhang Shi sat down, but Shen Ao did not rush to sit, but opened the baggage, first rolled out seven or eight washed potatoes.

Shen Ao said: "Father and mother, the potatoes were grown by the children themselves. Now the potatoes have not been promoted. This thing is still rare. I do n’t know if the father and mother have tasted it, so I brought some. And ..."

Then, he took another wooden hairpin from the baggage. The wooden hairpin looked ordinary, but it was polished very smoothly.

Shen Ao said to the girl next to Zhang: "This is for Fluttershy, Fluttershy, I used to tease you, bullying you as a girl, and bullying you, I ... I ... in Xishan, I think back afterwards, my heart is conical My heart hurts, I really shouldn't be like that. I heard Zhang Sanba say that men should not bully women. He was right. I don't know how to dispel your hatred. This hairpin is my leisure time. I learned to make it with Liu Tiejin next door. He is a good carpenter. I learned to do it. It took me half a month to work. You might as well try it. "

He stepped forward and offered the wooden hairpin, with sincerity in his eyes.

But Fluttershy was scared out of the atmosphere. Usually the young master was not angry and beat her. She subconsciously wanted to retreat, but she met her proud eyes, and she was a little dull, and the ghost took the hairpin!

I saw this hairpin, it was very smooth to touch, although it was only made of wood that was not worth the money, I could see that it took a lot of thought.

Fluttershy took the hairpin, but her eyes still carried the panic like a dream.

Fear of waking up in dreams, the world has returned to its original state.

Shen Ao smiled again. He seemed to be accustomed to a peaceful smile, no longer mad or pretentious.

He said: "I wanted to bring some more gifts back, but think about it carefully. Father and mother are at home, there is nothing missing, even if brought back is useless."

"..." Shen Wen didn't say anything from www.readwn.com ~.

He has been staring at his son, but he has been thinking about what happened to his son.

It can be seen that his son looks like this, but it gives Shen Wen a different feeling.

Although there is no luxurious clothes, although there is no golden jade, although there is no kerchief on his head.

But ... Shen Ao's appearance now should be what a scholar should be. Gentle, not humble, polite, courteous, and advancing.

The question is, is such a son still his own?

"father……"

At this time, Shen Wen saw his son actually beating himself.

This is a very standard etiquette for readers, not perfunctory and solemn. When he called his father, there seemed to be sincere emotion behind his voice.

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