Chapter 677 Fishing

Zhou Shuren told the story of the routine, and now that Mrs. Song is not here, Zhou Shuren said in a low voice: "The emperor didn't recognize Rong Chuan, nor did he recognize Shen Yang according to the design of the forces behind him. Now he keeps the fake fifth prince as an obstacle, and he still treats him Shen Yang is ambiguous, this is fishing, and we have caught a lot just at the beginning of the game."

His Majesty must have already known what he said, hey, it's interesting, it's really interesting.

Zhu Lan said faintly: "The emperor didn't recognize Rong Chuan, and actually he didn't want Rong Chuan to get involved, this is to protect Rong Chuan!"

Zhou Shuren hummed, then said after a pause: "So, the emperor has always been a father."

In the capital city, the emperor closed his eyes tiredly, his eyes were a bit dry due to his exhaustion these days.

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

The emperor closed his eyes and didn't open them, "It's too late for a person to refuse to obey, and the body is even less concerned about getting older."

He used to not rest, but now he has to rest for an hour or two during the day, he is old, old.

The crown prince is the closest to his father, and he knows his father's situation best, and his father did not hide it from him, "Father, you are still very young."

The emperor opened his eyes and teased, "Then I will reign for ten more years."

The prince choked for a while, and couldn't bear to count his age in more than ten years, but he couldn't show it on his face, "That son will be blessed."

The emperor snorted, a prince who doesn't want to be an emperor is not a good prince, the son he raises doesn't know, so he stood up, "I'll sleep for a while, I'll leave these papers to you, remember that I must finish all the approvals when I wake up, young man That’s right, try hard.”

The prince stared at the pile of papers, he really should work hard, who knows how long the father will rest, "Yes."

The emperor returned to the inner hall to rest, lay on the bed sideways, and motioned Eunuch Liu to touch his head. Time passed, and just when Eunuch Liu thought the emperor had fallen asleep, the emperor said, "Shen Yang, who I asked you to pay attention to, should he Are you back?"

Eunuch Liu didn't hesitate to shake his hands when he heard the emperor's voice, and he whispered back after years of experience, "Yes, Mr. Shen already has a house, and he will return to the capital in just two days."

The emperor signaled to Eunuch Liu that there is no need to press it, and his head felt much more comfortable, "Keep staring."

Eunuch Liu wondered why this kind of staring work does not use people from Anbu, but uses him to stare at him. The only thing he can use is Xiao Taijia. Eunuch Liu thought to himself, the emperor is getting more and more difficult to understand now, and the emperor is just like the queen. Be more real in front of the prince. At other times, he is really afraid of the emperor.

It's a pity that I told the emperor about stepping down, but the emperor didn't agree, because I have old arms and legs, and I still have to continue to work hard.

The emperor didn't fall asleep, his mind was spinning all the time, all the officials that Shen Yang visited, there were quite a few, but he didn't know who was the fish among these people, but there was no rush.

In the afternoon in Jinzhou, Zhulan got up first after taking a nap. Zhou Shuren was still sleeping deeply with his son in his arms. Zhou Shuren was especially able to accompany his son to make a fuss.

Zhulan got up and signaled Granny Song to comb her hair loosely, thinking, it's afternoon now, and no one will come.

Then I changed into looser clothes and took the adjusted fuel to color the painting of the street parade. This painting took a long time, and I have been adding details during this time. above.

Zhulan is still dissatisfied, because there are many places where the painting is not good, but I can't find the feeling when I want to repaint, so I can only do this.

Now the last part needs to be painted, and 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, and he waited until the bamboo orchids were finished before he said, "When I upload it like a poem, this painting can be left at home and passed on to the family."

Zhulan turned her head, "Are you awake, your son is also awake?"

"My son is still asleep. I'm a little tired from playing today, and I won't be able to wake up for a while."

Zhulan stood up and washed her hands, "Then you have to think about a good poem. Speaking of which, it's a pity to draw a picture of you when you were parading in the street. At that time, you were the second best.

There are Chang Lian and Rong Chuan in this painting, tell me, as long as someone in our family gets a title on the gold list, we will draw one. How many paintings can we save when we die? "

Zhou Shuren stroked his beard, "It's a good idea. We'll know when the time comes. From the current point of view, Changzhi has a great chance as long as he doesn't get tricked, and Mingyun is also good. Ming Teng and Mingrui need to work harder to have a chance." In this way, the sons of the Zhou family are still good at studying."

Zhu Lan laughed, "Our family has the No. 2 and Tan Hua Lang, but the only difference is the No. 1 Lang."

Zhou Shuren said quietly: "This Tanhualang does not belong to our family, our family is only the second place at the moment."

Zhulan grinned, indeed, their family can't afford Tanhualang now, Rong Chuan's father is God, no one can beat Rong Chuan in this ancient era that perfectly interprets father-fighting.

Zhulan got up to see her son, the little guy was so tired that he didn't sleep well, kicked off all the quilts on his body, and covered his son with a quilt, and when he came out, Zhou Shuren had already written a poem.

Zhulan, "I'll find the master to deal with it tomorrow."

"good."

In the evening, there must be wild vegetables for dinner. This is the fruit of Changzhong's labor. Zhulan likes wild vegetable soup. Although the anger in spring is not so great, it is good to reduce the anger.

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

Changzhong, "Mother, why is it the fourth brother?"

The nephews all avoided the fourth brother, especially Ming Teng, who ran away as soon as he saw the fourth brother. He had met the fourth brother several times, which made him not like the fourth brother very much.

Zhulan nodded her son's nose, "Because the children in the family are basically enlightened by your fourth brother, he has experience."

Especially the experience of dealing with Tao Boy.

Chang Zhong asked, "Mother, why are my nephews so afraid of Brother Si!"

"Because they were punished for being naughty, so, you are an uncle, you have to set an example for your nephews, you must be obedient and not mess around."

Changzhong was confused, he is a little uncle, he wants to be a role model for his nephews, "Mother, my son doesn't want to."

Zhulan interrupted the little guy, "You are a little uncle."

Changzhong blinked, feeling that his mother was bullying him, but he didn't know how to refute, "Father."

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

Brat, now you know you are calling me daddy, why don't you sweetly call me daddy when you bully me!

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

"Go ahead."

Zhou Shuren, ""

Because he didn't help to talk, are the good night kisses gone?

Zhulan waited for her son to leave and said, "This kid is so smart, I don't even remember what I was doing at my age. Anyway, he must not be as smart as him."