Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 868 Repaying the Family

  Xu Wu felt that the sun was coming out from the west.

   Always thinking about bringing things for his grandson, Xu Pengju is still so young, he brings things for himself.

  Xu Wu was happy, stroked his beard, and laughed: "What, you bring something for the old man, this... this... haha..."

  Xu Wu wants to laugh and cry.

   But Xu Pengju, as if by magic, took out something from his book bag.

  Xu Wu took a closer look: "Huh? Is it a pen?"

   It really is a pen.

   It’s just this, it looks very shabby, uh…

"this is…"

   "This is a pen made by my grandson. My teacher told me that I should thank my parents for their kindness..."

   Speaking of this, the mouths of Xu Yu and Xu Yongning were as big as eggs.

  No matter what, they couldn't imagine that Xu Pengju would say such a thing.

  He... Fang Jifan really said that?

   Didn't hit you?

   Still teaching you these principles?

  Of course... Everyone teaches these principles.

  Which child doesn’t thank his parents for his enlightenment?

   But the problem is.

  My grandson, I know it all too well.

  This kid, if he is taught, he will listen. Is he still the grandson of the Xu family?

  He couldn't help but take the pen, the pen is very rough...

   "Did you make it yourself?"

   "Yes." Xu Pengju said with a smile.

  Xu Wu's heart was already startled with turbulent waves: "Send the father?"

  He still couldn't believe it.

  It seems like a different person.

Xu Pengju said: "This is taught by our teacher. We all have to prepare gifts for our parents. They also said that parenting is really not easy. I thought about it, especially after Zhu Zaimo and Fang Zhengqing beat me up. My son wants to understand, my father died early, it is the eldest father who has been raising the grandson, treats me well, hugs me to study in the study room, rides me to play, isn't my dear father the elder father? I saw that Dafu likes running script, so I made a pen, of course, my mother taught me how to make it."

   "Your mother?"

  Xu Wu was stunned.

"My mother is my mother. She is still doing embarrassing things with her mentor, kissing, I saw it. I also told Zhu Zaimo and Fang Zhengqing that they beat me again, saying that the son did not speak of the father's fault. If you don't show the evil of the king, you can't speak of the teacher's virtue in life..."

  Xu Pengju touched his little head, it seems that this beating, the memory is deeper than other times, and he has lingering fears.

  Why do they keep hitting you.

  How could it always be Zhu Zaimo and Fang Zhengqing.

  Xu Wu blew his beard and stared.

   But then a terrible thing came to mind.

  My own son, he...is green...Everyone is dead, there is a spirit in the sky, how can I feel at ease.

  But after thinking about it carefully, I felt that something was wrong. My daughter-in-law is a widow in Nanjing. How could this little guy... little guy...see...

   Xu Yongning remembered something, and tugged at Xu Chu's sleeve: "Maybe it's Her Royal Highness..."

   "Oh..." Xu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and straightened his face: "You can't say these words anymore! Otherwise, otherwise, Dafu will...also...will scold you too!"

  Although it was a stern warning, Xu Chu was filled with emotion.

  This kid... is promising.

  I can understand so many truths.

  Except for some details, it is perfect. My grandson... is actually sensible.

   "And..." Xu Pengju said: "The grandson is... still..."

  He seemed a little timid.

   seems to hesitate to speak.

   "What else?" Xu Chu couldn't help asking.

  Too many surprises.

   This was the Xu family's incarnate demon king back then.

  Now I know not only filial piety, but also knowledgeable.

   In his heart, he was inexplicably looking forward to it.

   "Although..." Xu Pengju said: "Although I gave Daddy a gift, but I thought in my heart that although my father has passed away, I also wrote him...a letter to him..."

  Letter…

  Xu Chu was dumbfounded.

   Letters...is something a child can do?

   It's just a joke.

  Many children are enlightened at the age of six or seven.

  How old is Xu Pengju?

  Xu Wu said: "What letter?"

  Xu Pengju's eyes were a little red. After thinking about it, he still took out a letter from his book bag.

   It turned out to be a decent letter.

  On the outside of the letter, it was written that the father received it and Pengju worshiped him.

  Xu Wu trembled.

  His hand holding the letter was shaking.

  The handwriting on it is crooked, scribbled and altered. In just a few words, there are two mistakes, but... from this point of view, it is Xu Pengju's handwriting. He...he can write?

  Can read and write?

  Xu Wu lowered his head and excitedly opened the letter paper. On the letter paper, there were only a few words: "Father's lesson..."

  The word Jian was spelled wrong.

  But...it doesn't matter.

  Then it reads: "Respectful Hui Shu: My son was beaten again. If my father was here, Zhu Zai X and Fang Zheng O would not have dared to hit me...Father, my son is very fond of reading, you are in heaven, are you okay?"

  Just a few words...

  Xu Wu's body trembled, his eyes were already red, and tears fell down like bead curtains.

   These words, are they not what I want to say to the dead son?

  It is so heart-wrenching for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.

  His body trembled, choked up and couldn't speak.

   "My son, my son, you... are you okay?" There is no such thing as a prince guarding Nanjing in the world. Now Xu Yu is just a father who lost his son.

   Now, after seeing his grandson's handwriting, Xu Chu's heart felt like a needle prick, but he didn't know whether to be relieved or sad. Countless thoughts came to his mind, and he couldn't hold it any longer.

  Seeing this, Xu Yongning hurriedly supported Xu Yu.

Xu Yu burst into tears: "Okay, okay, okay... that's great, your father, if he got your letter, I don't know how happy he would be, he can see it, he must be able to see it... If he has a soul , Pengju, he must have seen it for real, he... can smile and rest assured."

  Xu Wu had hugged Xu Pengju in his arms, crying loudly.

  Xu Pengju looked confused.

  I sued my father, why did my father cry.

  After Xu Yu cried, he suddenly realized something, lowered his head again, read the letter, turned around and said: "Come, prepare the carriage, the old man is going to enter the palace."

   "Cousin, you are..." Xu Yongning said.

Xu Yu stomped his feet and said: "I entered the palace the day before yesterday and scolded Fang Jifan severely in front of His Majesty. He scolded him bloody, and even brought his elder father in. Now that I think about it, I am really blind." In my eyes, this old man has never owed anyone any kindness in his life. Now that he has blamed someone wrongly, why don’t he hurry up to clarify and plead guilty? How long are we waiting?

  He acted resolutely, with tears in his eyes, got into the car hastily, and did not forget to explain: "Take care of Pengju."

  Xu Pengju was still in a daze, but the carriage had gone far away.

  In the car, Xu Yu felt extremely emotional in his heart.

  My son died early, so he left behind such a grandson. His grandson was spoiled. He didn't think it before, but today...seeing a brand new Xu Pengju, he realized that this should be his grandson.

  The descendants of the Xu family should be knowledgeable and reasonable, and they should also know how to serve the king. At a young age, they can read and write, which is really amazing.

  Professor Fang Jifan's... really good.

  At this moment, he realized that it seemed that this was the only way he could live up to the dead son. Only by letting his own son see his descendants so promising could he be able to smile.

  His chest heaved, and he sat silently in the car, wiping away his tears, and urged: "Haven't you arrived yet? Haven't you?"

  ...

   Early in the morning.

  A report made Emperor Hongzhi's mood sink to the bottom.

   Today should be the day of the emperor's grandson's holiday. Emperor Hongzhi has been looking forward to it for many days.

  Thus, he thought, before Zhu Zaimo came back, he would read as many memorials as he could, so as to save time from busy government affairs, and he must not delay the good time with the emperor and grandson.

  But when he saw this memorial from Baoding Mansion, Emperor Hongzhi frowned.

  Ouyang Zhi...is nowhere to be seen.

what happened?

What happened?

  Things have been noticed.

  Some people are very dissatisfied with the fact that the gentry pays all the food.

  So on the way, Ouyang Zhi was killed?

  If so…

  Emperor Hongzhi felt a chill in his heart.

  These people...are they really so courageous?

   How dare you do anything to the people around me?

  The more he thought about it, the more frightening he felt. Uneasy emotions spread in his heart.

  Emperor Hongzhi had his hands behind his back, his face anxious.

  At this time, the emperor and grandson can only be put aside for the time being: "Prince, Fang Jifan, and the cabinet ministers come to see us, hurry up!"

  Emperor Hongzhi sternly ordered.

  Emperor Hongzhi had great affection for Ouyang Zhi.

   It was not just a simple escort, but Emperor Hongzhi admired this young man very much, not to mention, this young man had saved his own life.

  Emperor Hongzhi gritted his teeth in his heart. If something really happened to Ouyang Qing's family, everyone in the Baoding Mansion would count as one, and I would never forgive him lightly!

  He looked gloomy.

   Soon, Liu Jian and others rushed over, bowed down, saluted, and saw that His Majesty was showing a murderous look, and was a little at a loss: "Your Majesty...what happened? Is there something wrong with the emperor's grandson?"

   Liu Jian is afraid.

  Big fellows, everyone knows that the emperor and grandson are going to have a holiday today, and you can get a glimpse of it from the increasing number of smiles on His Majesty these days.

  At this time, how could His Majesty be so angry?

  Emperor Hongzhi slammed down a memorial.

  Liu Jian looked down and saw that this was not an ordinary minister's report. Although it came from Baoding Mansion, it was obvious that it was a private report from the factory guard to Emperor Hongzhi.

  Liu Jian couldn't help but said, "Baoding Mansion... something happened?"

  Emperor Hongzhi got up, put his hands behind his back anxiously, and walked a few steps: "Wait for the prince and Fang Jifan to come, and listen to their opinions first..."

  He really didn't want to say anything more. At this moment, he was hanging in his heart, wishing that the crown prince and Fang Jifan would fly in front of him immediately!

  ...

and also!

  I’ve been writing quite tiredly for the past few days. When I was writing about that, I entered the state, and suddenly felt that I was Xu Yu, and my heart ached so badly that tears were about to come out. Uncle, it seems that I have eaten too much wolfberry.

  (end of this chapter)