The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

The servants of Changsun Mansion did not expect that their master would personally come out to greet this person, whom Changsun Wuji had secretly scolded countless times.

Looking at Changsun Wuji with a smile on his face, the servants of Changsun Mansion felt a little strange.

Zhao Chen stood at the door of Changsun Mansion and saw Changsun Wuji coming out to greet him in person with a smile on his face.

This was also a bit surprising.

Although the relationship between Changsun Chong and Zhao Chen is not bad, it is because Changsun Wuji has been helping Li Chengqian deal with him.

Zhao Chen has never been to Changsun Mansion.

This was his first time, and Changsun Wuji personally came out to invite him.

Isn't this old guy plotting something?

Zhao Chen thought to himself.

There was no expression on this face.

"Mr. Zhao, thank you for your hard work. Please come in quickly!"

"Are you all blind? Carry something for Mr. Zhao!" Changsun Wuji smiled with a smile on his face and scolded the servants around him.

The servant quickly took the basket from Zhao Chen's hand.

"You don't have to be like this, Lord Qi. I came here today on orders. After finishing the painting, I have to go to the next house." Zhao Chen took out the hand held by Changsun Wuji and said with a smile.

Zhao Chen painted according to the list of Lingyan Pavilion heroes he gave to the emperor.

This is no small project.

And his relationship with Changsun Wuji is not very good.

Seeing Zhao Chen take out his hand, a look of displeasure flashed across Changsun Wuji's face.

However, he didn't hesitate and extended his hand to invite Zhao Chen into the house.

After being brought tea and various pastries, Changsun Wuji rejected everyone.

Sitting with Zhao Chen in his yard.

"Mr. Zhao has worked hard. I wonder if that boy Changsun Chong has made any progress recently?" Changsun Wuji stood in front of Zhao Chen and asked when he saw Zhao Chen holding a paintbrush in his hand.

Changsun Wuji didn't know if Zhao Chen could tell that he had been poisoned.

Even Zhao Chen couldn't see it.

Then he should take the initiative to talk to Zhao Chen about this matter.

Otherwise, who knows how crazy Li Chengqian will be in the future and kill him directly.

!

"Chang Sun Chong is doing very well, Duke Qi doesn't need to worry."

"On the other hand, Duke Qi himself should take care of himself!" Zhao Chen continued his work without raising his head.

Changsun Wuji felt a sudden change in his heart.

He secretly wondered if Zhao Chen saw that he was poisoned.

But it was hard for him to ask directly.

"The older this person gets, the less physically fit you young people are. When he gets up every day, his heart feels stuffy and panicked."

"I went to the imperial doctor but couldn't find the root cause of the disease!"

"It's better to be young!" Changsun Wuji said slowly, looking at Zhao Chen.

He had already hinted so clearly. If Zhao Chen saw it, he would know that he was poisoned!

Who would have known that Zhao Chen ignored this issue at all and kept focusing on the work in his hands.

Changsun Wuji couldn't figure out for a moment whether Zhao Chen understood what he said.

Or in fact, Zhao Chen could tell at a glance that he was just pretending to be stupid, or he didn't want to pay attention to himself!

The atmosphere in the yard was a little awkward.

Changsun Wuji didn't know what to say.

"I heard that you asked someone to find out where Doctor Sun was going!" Zhao Chen glanced at Changsun Wuji and asked lightly.

Wannian County and county offices are all Zhao Chen's people.

Changsun Wuji sent someone to Wannian County to inquire about Sun Simiao's movements, and Zhao Chen received the news early in the morning.

"Yes, I'm not feeling well, so I want to ask Dr. Sun to take a look!"

"It's just Divine Doctor Sun..."

"If you don't feel well, you can ask the palace doctor to see you. Doctor Sun has been out recently and I don't know when he will come back!" Zhao Chen interrupted Changsun Wuji.

Changsun Wuji opened his mouth.

He wanted to ask Zhao Chen to take a look for him.

But Zhao Chen's indifferent attitude...

"Master's house

, a letter came from the East Palace saying that His Royal Highness the Prince invited his family to go to the East Palace for a banquet tomorrow night! "The housekeeper said standing at the door of the yard.

Changsun Wuji's expression changed slightly, and the fists hidden in his sleeves clenched.

"Mr. Zhao, I..."

"Mr. Qi, the portrait has been finished. Let it dry here first. When the ink is dry, you can have it sent to His Majesty Ganquan Hall."

"Farewell!" Zhao Chen and Changsun Wuji handed over their hands, packed their things and turned around to leave without even stopping for a moment.

Changsun Wuji opened his mouth and could only watch Zhao Chen leave.

Walking in front of the portrait, Changsun Wuji looked at the portrait that was just like him, with a frown on his face, and let out a long sigh in his heart.

…

"Hey, is this a portrait that your husband drew for your father?"

Changsun Chong was called back from the academy by the housekeeper.

Seeing the portrait hanging in the hall, curiosity filled his eyes.

"It was painted by Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao was here this morning." The butler nodded and explained.

"No wonder, I didn't see Mr. in the academy today, and there was no one in his house either?"

"It turns out I went to paint." Changsun nodded.

He admired Zhao Chen so much.

This is the portrait, it is clearly the real person standing in front of him!

"Hey, housekeeper, my father asked me to come back, but what's the matter?" Changsun Chong asked.

He has classes in the academy today.

When he asked for leave, Lao Weitou didn't give him a good look.

He even threatened to hand him over to Zhao Chen to deal with.

There are rules in the academy that you are not allowed to ask for leave casually unless there is something important.

If it is discovered, it will be dealt with.

Cheng Chumo once asked for leave to go home for a drink, but Zhao Chen chased him out of Duke Lu's mansion with a broom.

When he returned to the academy, he was severely punished.

Changsun Chong doesn't want to experience this!

"Sir, the master seems to be ill." The housekeeper whispered to the eldest son.

said.

"Sick?" Changsun Chong frowned.

His father was fine a few days ago, why did he suddenly become ill?

"Yes, the master asked me to ask for Dr. Sun. Divine Doctor Sun was not here, and he wanted to ask Mr. Zhao, but Mr. Zhao didn't give the master a chance to speak."

"How could this happen?" Changsun Chong was a little anxious.

His eldest son, Sun Chong, was not satisfied with what his father did most of the time.

But Changsun Wuji was sick, how could he not be anxious?

"Not sure."

"The master is here, young master, you can ask yourself!" After the housekeeper finished speaking, he handed over and left.

Changsun Wuji walked over with striding steps.

Changsun Wuji was very happy to see Changsun Chong getting more energetic.

No matter what, the decision to let Changsun Chong follow Zhao Chen was not wrong.

Nowadays, when the name Changsun Chong is mentioned again, few people say that this is Changsun Chong, the son of Changsun Wuji.

Instead, he said that this was Sun Chong, the eldest son of Chang'an Academy.

Although there are only a few words that are different, the meanings are completely different.

"Chong'er, you have changed so much in this year. I am very happy to be a father!" Changsun Wuji pulled Changsun Chong to sit down, with a look on his face.

Changsun Chong didn't speak. He looked at Changsun Wuji's face.

Didn't see anything unusual.

"The butler has told you everything."

"My father is not ill, but he was poisoned!" Changsun Wuji shook his head and said slowly.

"Poison?" Changsun Chong stood up at that time.

"Who did it?"

Changsun Chong was very puzzled. Who had the courage to poison a noble prince or a court servant.

"You sit down first." Changsun Wuji waved his hand, signaling Changsun Chong to sit down.

Changsun Chong was still sitting there, looking at his father with worry.

"It's Li Chengqian!"

"Prince?"