This middle-aged man was called Linghuzhi, the only son of Linghu Deshuo.
Every time Linghu Deshuo saw his son, he wondered if he had done too much ethical things when he was young. He took over two dozen wives, and there were countless number of maids and singers who were not recorded.
But in the end, he cast such a big net, but only got a son like Linghuzhi.
"You stay here! Go and see for your husband alone."
Linghu Deshuo was really worried about what happened to this single seedling of his own family, and didn't want him to be in danger. But Linghuzhi doesn't think so! Like all children, they thought it was their own adult who was telling the opposite, so he quickly said: "Father, kid, doesn't mean that. Since the father wants to go to the kid, there is no reason not to accompany him."
Linghu Deshuo smiled slightly: "Then let's be together!"
After getting on the boat, I got a cat in the cabin, burned the charcoal stove and set up a table of wine and dishes. Looking at the scenery on the river and having a drink with my son, it was indeed a very pleasant thing.
The only flaw is that there is no quail. Since the son went to Hangzhou as an official, the father and son have not roasted quail together for almost five years. This is inevitably not a pity for Linghu Deshuo.
"Father is upset? But because of the one hundred thousand taels of silver that he lost to Wu Zheng? If his father is upset about this, there is a way for the child to prevent him from collecting the silver." Linghuzhi stood up and gave Linghu Deshuo Asked while pouring the wine.
Linghu Deshuo took a look at his son and smiled: "Yes, the past few years in Hangzhou have finally cultivated your boy's vision and courage. You have the ability to be a father or two. ! But being a father is not upsetting, but when I think that after this Spring Festival, your kid will go back to Hangzhou and I don’t know when I will meet again. I am a little sad for my husband!"
Linghu was lost for a moment, not because he was moved, but because he was wondering if this was the father he knew? Will he be sad because of how few years he has known himself
If this is the case, wouldn't it be a sneeze to transfer oneself back to the capital by the means of his old man to become a capital official? But the fact is! But he let himself stay in Hangzhou for year after year. Why did he want to come back by his own ability? He really has that ability, so what do you need your dad to do
"The child was not filial and disappointed his father." Linghuzhi said.
Linghu Deshuo shook his head, but he smiled without saying a word and stretched out his chopsticks to sandwich himself a piece of beef. This is a good thing, at least not at the emperor's lantern feast.
"It's just a mere hundred thousand taels of silver. Believe it or not, someone will send it for the father before dawn?"
Linghuzhi was taken aback, and said in a daze, "Father, why is this?"
Linghu Deshuo picked up the chopsticks and clicked his son a few times in the void, as if he was saying that this little trick your kid played has long been seen through by Lao Tzu, but because of your filial piety, Lao Tzu won't care about you. Up.
Linghu Deshuo smiled and said, "You can talk about it?"
What Linghu Deshuo said seemed unreasonable, but Linghuzhi didn't feel that way. He smiled awkwardly and said: "This sudden fire is a man-made disaster. If it is a man-made disaster, someone should be responsible for it. Tianfu, the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Engineering, and maybe a Dali Temple will be added later. No matter what the cause of the fire, some of these people will inevitably lose their heads, and these people will not let the executioner’s butcher knife hit him. It’s not necessary to ask his father for help on his neck. But there is no way to find someone to do things without spending money, father, do you think so?"
Linghu Deshuo laughed, neither saying right nor wrong, just looking at the wine and dishes on the table and shouting it was a pity, it was a pity that there was beef but no quail.
So Linghu Deshuo said to the air: "Chunniang is going to get some quails, and the old man wants to roast the quails with my son."
A graceful figure appeared on the paper doors and windows, crouched and bowed, before Linghuzhi in the room could see clearly, the figure disappeared like a ghost.
Linghuzhi was very curious about when there was such a master next to his father, and the shadow seemed to be a rare stunner.
Linghu Deshuo ignored those little troubles in his son's heart, young man! A little problem is normal. If all of them become nerds like Luo Qin, then this son will regret his death!
Dangdang, Linghu Deshuo knocked on the plates on the table with his chopsticks, took his son's attention from the door and window, and said, "Wu Zheng, don't provoke him now."
"He is useful to my father?"
Linghu Deshuo nodded... (End of this chapter)