Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Emperor Hongzhi felt anxious for no reason.

He regretted that he had listened to Fang Jifan's words and wanted to let the crown prince take charge.

In this mood of worrying about gains and losses, he stayed up half the night, and woke up early the next morning, only then did he realize that today is Xiumu.

He still went to the Nuan Pavilion, looking at the memorial, but absent-minded.

Xiao Jing seemed to see what His Majesty was thinking, and said, "Why don't Your Majesty call the Crown Prince and Fang Jifan to ask?"

Emperor Hongzhi thought for a while, and seemed to recall the promise made more than a month ago.

After being silent for a long time, he sighed and said, "Forget it, I said let them go and do their job well, and let them mess around. I'm the one who supported the sky falling, anyway, I'm used to it."

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Shen Wen was also anxious.

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 restless, ordered someone to carry the sedan chair to Xishan.

The entire Shen family, under the leadership of Mrs. Zhang, had already arrived at the middle gate and leaned on the door to look forward to each other.

Shen Wen was better, he had to hold it, sat in the living room, drinking tea, halfway through the meal, suddenly saw the servants at home hurried in and said: "The young master is back, back..."

"Master..."

"Son..."

There was a commotion outside.

Shen Wen's heart suddenly let go.

Fortunately, at least people are still alive, and it's good to be alive.

So Shen Wen rushed to the middle gate, and saw the sedan chair stopped outside the middle gate, a crowd of people rushed up, and someone lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, but...

The curtain was empty!

"..."

"Where's the young master?" Someone asked the bearer.

The bearer made a bitter face, and said hesitantly: "The young master said... he is not used to sitting in the sedan chair, he will walk around by himself, and it will be behind, master, madam, it is no wonder that the villain, the villain tried hard to persuade, but the young master just refused ..."

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

Could it be, 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 walk around, and he can't wait to have someone carry him in a sedan chair.

In Qinhuai's place, he was known as a boneless son. On the one hand, it showed his weakness. In Qinhuai's place, the richer the son, the more he couldn't get the sun, he couldn't move his feet, and he liked to wear fancy clothes for women. There are many flowers and birds, and if you want to wear powder and daisy, even if you talk, if you are more arrogant, you will be laughed at. This kind of atmosphere is a bit like that in the Southern Dynasties, when the merchants did not know the hatred of subjugation, and they still sang flowers in the backyard.

Shen Wen is naturally extremely disgusted by this, but the whole family dotes on Shen Ao, and slowly, Shen Wen has to accept it.

But now... If my son hadn't gone crazy, why didn't he even sit in a sedan chair, and walked back from the road so far from the West Mountain?

Isn't this crazy, or what?

Shen Wen felt his heart throbbing.

He clutched his heart, feeling like he was going to be out of breath.

At that moment, at the corner of the street, I saw a person slowly approaching with a package on his back.

He walked steadily, the skin on his face was much darker, and he was still very thin.

But this thinness is different from when he left home. He was thin then, but now, in this early winter, the north wind howls, blowing his linen Confucian shirt up, but his body is as straight as a javelin, his face The tenderness on the face has long since disappeared, but there are a little more water chestnuts, and the eyes are much more energetic.

Shen Ao didn't want to sit in a sedan chair, because he thought the sedan chair was too wobbly, or it was more comfortable to be down-to-earth.

He walked all the way, even though it was more than a dozen miles away, he still carried a bag behind him. In the bag, there were a change of clothes and some gifts brought back. Yes, he came back with gifts.

Shen Ao didn't feel tired with the burden of more than ten catties, plus walking for more than ten miles, and he didn't even make the sound of breathing.

After a month of hard work, he learned how to grow potatoes, memorized most of the agricultural books by heart, and learned how to cook. Of course, he knew how to peel potatoes and how to cook potatoes.

He has become familiar with and used to using a fire book, knows how to start a fire, and has learned how to ride a horse, but he is not yet proficient enough. He has also shot arrows, but his archery skills are average; in addition, he has also taught himself the medical skills of half a bucket of water, and with this physical strength, he has a pretty good body.

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

Tears, which could not be contained anymore, rolled round and round in the eye sockets.

Even Zhang Sanba knows how to be filial, especially when he sees that Zhang's mother is in pain, moaning in a low voice because of the pain in the middle of the night. Shen Ao hid in the blanket and cried at night.

Since he was a child, he has been doted on by his parents, and he has always taken it for granted. He used to study and was filial every day, but in fact, he is similar to that damn prodigal son of the Fang family, and he understands the truth. It's just that there is no manners at all, and it's fine to cause trouble at ordinary times, but Shen Wen and Zhang's are almost dead with anger at every turn.

In Xishan, he finally knew that maybe one day, his parents would be like that Zhang Sanba's mother, no matter how rich or poor they were, they would all be old, sick, lying on the couch, never to die again. No

He jumped up with strength, pointed at his nose and scolded his son.

Shen Ao learned more in Xishan, which is to cherish.

Actually at this time, Shen Wen and Zhang have not recognized Shen Ao yet.

All they saw was a strange man who came forward with a burden on his back. They were still waiting for a son who was wearing makeup, oily hair and powder face, and a sickly fair complexion.

But the man came to them and cried.

He choked with sobs, put down his burden, bowed down and said: "Shen Ao has seen his father, visited his mother, and his son is away studying abroad, causing father and mother to worry, he deserves death!"

"..."

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

The only difference is...

Shen Wen was taken aback.

Really son.

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

Shen Ao in the past, would he do such a thing, would he say such a thing?

This is not like my own son.

But Mrs. Zhang at the side heard her son's voice, her whole body was already trembling, and with the help of the girl, she managed to hold on, and shouted loudly: "Son, my son..."

Shen Ao stood up, brushed off the linen Confucian shirt on his body, did not wear a scarf on his head, but just curled his hair into an ordinary bun, he stepped forward, and gave Zhang a hand.

Mrs. Zhang looked at him carefully, and finally found the shadow of her son between the eyebrows and facial features, so she said, with tears streaming down her face, "Why is he so dark and thin like this? This is not going to study, this is practice." My son."

Shen Ao only pursed his lips, showing a smile, indifferent.

Shen Wen's heart was overwhelmed, he looked at Shen Ao in disbelief, tried his best to hold back the surprise in his heart, put his hands behind his back, pretending to be calm and said: "If you have anything to say, let's go back to the room and talk, come here, give the young master a backpack. "

Then a servant stepped forward to take over Shen Ao's burden, but Shen Ao shook his head and said, "Your child can carry it by himself."

Shen Wen was in a daze.

hell...

Must be hell.

It's an illusion, it's an illusion.

His feet were frivolous, like stepping on cotton, like a dream, and he returned to the middle hall pretending to be calm.

Shen Wen and Mrs. Zhang sat down, but Shen Ao didn't sit down in a hurry, but opened the bag, and first rolled out seven or eight cleaned potatoes.

Shen Ao said: "Father, mother, this potato is grown by the child himself. Potatoes have not been popularized yet, and this thing is still rare. I don't know if father and mother have tasted it, so they brought some. And..."

Then, he took another wooden hairpin from the bundle. This wooden hairpin looked ordinary, but it was polished very smooth.

Shen Ao said to the girl next to Mrs. Zhang: "This is for Xiaodie, Xiaodie, I always teased you in the past, bullied you as a girl, and bullied you in every possible way. My heart hurts, I really shouldn't be like this, I heard Zhang Sanba say that men should not bully women, he is right, I don't know how to dispel your hatred, this hairpin is my spare time I learned how to make it from Liu Tiejin next door, he is a good carpenter, it took me half a month to learn how to make it, you might as well give it a try."

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

But Xiaodie was so frightened that she didn't dare to vent her anger, the young master usually beat her in anger, she subconsciously wanted to retreat, but when she met Shen Ao's gaze, she was a little dazed, and took the hairpin by accident!

I saw that the hairpin was very smooth to the touch. Although it was only made of wood that was not worth the money, it could be seen that a lot of thought had been put into it.

Xiaodie put away the hairpin, but in her eyes, there was still fear as in a dream.

I'm 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 gotten used to a peaceful smile, no longer the arrogance or affectation of the past.

He said: "At first, I wanted to bring some more gifts back, but after thinking about it carefully, father and mother are at home, there is nothing missing, even if they bring them back, it is useless."

"..." Shen Wen didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end.

He kept staring at his son, wondering what happened to his son.

It can be seen that his son's appearance gave Shen Wen a different feeling.

Although he does not have luxurious clothes, although he does not wear gold and jade, although he does not wear a scarf on his head.

But... Shen Ao's current appearance should be the appearance that a scholar should have, gentle and elegant, neither humble nor overbearing, polite, knowing where to advance and retreat.

But the question is, is such a son still his own son?

"Father……"

At this time, Shen Wen saw his son actually bowing to him.

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

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