fake prince

Chapter 553 News
Sheng Guogong Mansion
At the gate of Wuying Tower, a parapet wall is built with blue bricks. In autumn, the ivy climbing on it has turned dark green, and the layered tree gardens inside the wall stretch to the distance, bringing a layer of mist.

Sheng Guogong, who is over [-] years old, is in the small garden full of chrysanthemums, pruning the branches and leaves very patiently.

"The autumn wind has left all the flowers, only the chrysanthemums are in full bloom again." Sheng Guogong looked at the blooming chrysanthemums, sighed slightly, and after a long time, he chuckled.

"Others think I'm a vixen, but I'm really not, it's just a fluke."

At the age of 13, Sheng Guogong fought with Zheng Taizu everywhere. He fought countless battles, made great achievements, and even saved the life of Taizu, who suffered 27 wounds.

Qingwu, which was established in Dazheng, resigned due to illness in three years. Others thought it was a hasty resignation. In fact, it was a relapse of an old injury. Sheng Guogong.

The illness was gone like a spinning thread, and Sheng Guogong lived a "retirement" life in advance, enjoying the happiness of his family.

Because of this, the emperor ascended the throne and suppressed military generals, but Sheng Guogong not only did not affect him, but even received rewards as a model. The years of turmoil made Sheng Guogong secretly rejoicing.

How many more talented and meritorious people than myself have rushed, but I survived, and I have no idea of ​​making a comeback.

Moreover, the rewards in this dynasty are not too thin. Although the nobles are divided into the nobles and the Spykers, the founding heroes are basically the Spylords. If they don't die, they will rest with the country.

Sheng Guogong cultivated with peace of mind. Zheng Taizu, who regarded him as half his son, went away early. Now the Dragon Chair God King is also in poor health every day. However, Sheng Guogong, who has been seriously injured several times on the battlefield, looks healthy now. .

Life is leisurely, the eldest son is in charge of the family business, and the official residence is from the third rank. He is quite talented, and his sons are not annoying dudes. Although most of them have mediocre qualifications, they all hold moderate official positions and can afford them. The word low-key is not bad for Xunchen's descendants.

"Hey, it's going to rain." Looking up at the gray sky since the morning, the moonlight and stars are shining brightly before dawn, who knows that the sky will change in a few hours, making Ben want to hide himself Sheng Guogong, who took out all the calligraphy and paintings when he got up, felt a little disappointed.

"Father."

At this time, a middle-aged man came in, saw that Sheng Guogong was busy, and called out respectfully.

Sheng Guogong didn't even look at his eldest son, carefully trimmed the branches and leaves, and asked casually: "Why, you came back to see me suddenly, what happened?"

My eldest son, usually at this time, either has gone out or is busy with other things, and rarely disturbs himself at this time.

The son took a few steps forward, leaned in front of the old Duke, and said in a low voice, "Father, my son heard something. The clan's residence has received His Majesty's order and has already discussed the name."

"Discuss the name?" The old man calmly cut off a miscellaneous leaf, looked it over carefully, and said lightly, "Why, which prince was born?"

"No, His Majesty has had no children for a long time, and neither have the kings. King Qianjun has a concubine who is about to give birth, that is, in these few days, it is impossible for a concubine to give birth to a child like this."

"What do you mean?" If he could no longer tell that his son was teasing him, the old man would have lived for more than 60 years in vain, he heheed in his heart, with a calm expression on his face.

Isn't it just to let the clan mansion name the royal family?
Even if his son told him that the kings had leftover jewels left behind, the old Duke would not be surprised.

Really, how strange do you think that as a father, you are as rare as your son?
Seeing that the old Duke didn't even move his eyebrows, the prince felt a little regretful, so he had to tell the rest of what he had heard: "There are rumors that this year's new champion Su Ziji may be the son of the crown prince who leaked out..."

Having said that, the old man was still indifferent, even paying attention to the flowers and plants, and only nodded to show that he knew.

Shizi felt more and more that his father was unusual, but before he withdrew, his gaze accidentally swept away, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He lowered his head and bowed to the old Duke: "If you don't have any orders, my son will leave first."

The old man didn't speak a word.

The son retreated like this, left the garden, and went outside, he couldn't help but chuckle: "It seems that father is quite frightened."

"It actually cut off his favorite Rouge Dianxue."

Yang University Scholars' Office

Because of Ding You's stay at home, Yang Ancheng's real job has ceased. He is a scholar of the Ming Palace, but he is still a courtier who can be summoned by the emperor.

This morning, a person came over, and it was Yu Qianzhi who was awarded the rank five.

Because Yu Qianzhi is not only a fifth-rank official, but also a Daoist Yanxia who inherits the Yulingyang lineage. He is different from other fifth-rank officials. When he came to Yang Dashi's mansion, he was warmly received by Yang Ancheng.

They are about the same age, middle-aged people in their 40s, and they both seem to live a leisurely life. One is far away from the political center and is regarded as a marginalized person, while the other is at home because of Ding You, and only holds a false job. Political affairs can be talked about together.

"Master Yang was ill a few days ago. Although it seems to be caused by the wind and cold, it is actually related to the fact that you have eaten more cold food. If you want to maintain your health, you must pay more attention to this imported food."

Yang Ancheng listened to Yu Qianzhi's teasing reminder, and smiled helplessly: "Why don't I know this? But I have reached the age of forty, no matter how much I pay attention, I will still suffer physically. The method of strengthening the body, I wonder if it is possible to give up love?"

"It's just a set of health-preserving boxing, what's the point? When I go back, I'll send someone to bring over the album. Master Yang, you can follow it. Practicing for half an hour every morning is quite good for your body." Yu Qian Say it bluntly.

Yang Ancheng nodded in satisfaction, greeted the two slender maids, and made tea with his hands folded, and introduced the tea he was about to taste to Yu Qianzhi: "This tea is a special product of Gongnan Province, named Xiaoyu Chuqing."

"It is fried from the top young leaves of a tea tree that only grows in Gongnan Province. It is clear, fresh and sweet. Drinking it is very elegant."

As he spoke, the tea had already been brewed, and in the small porcelain bowl, as white as jade, with the work of the maid, pieces of young leaves were like sparrow tongues, dark green in color, floating up and down in the clear water.

There are bursts of fragrance in the blue liquid, which makes people feel refreshed after smelling it.

Although Yu Qianzhi is not a tea lover, but it is rare for a literati not to be sycophant, and he will also hunt in the art of tea.

Tea tasting is very particular, a cup of tea should be divided into three sips, the first sip is to test the tea temperature, the second sip is to taste the tea aroma, and the third sip is to drink the tea.

Yu Qianzhi held the small porcelain bowl, sipped tea, and sure enough, a faint sweet fragrance filled his mouth.

(End of this chapter)