Things of the past...
Zhu Yunwen!
Monk Daoyan!
Alliance of Eight Kings!
There are also those scandals that cannot be seen in the light, let alone the history books...
Zhu Di's heart felt like he had taken a few big mouthfuls of sour soup, and the bitter juice was surging.
There is even more fear and regret in my heart!
After all these years, the old man is still full of disappointment in him.
"Be good in the future and don't be like the old man!" The old man leaned slightly sideways comfortably on the bamboo chair, "Don't be so embarrassing!"
"My son knows!" Zhu Di whispered.
The old man looked at him again and said, "We are your father, and we will tolerate you if you make mistakes. Others are not your father, do you understand?"
Zhu Di's back was soaked with cold sweat, and he couldn't express a thousand words in his heart. He could only nod and said, "My son understands!"
"I woke up a little late, but we can speak our own language behind closed doors, so we can do it when we wake up!" The old man suddenly sat up with his waist smacked and a grin on his face.
"Dad, at your age, you should stop going to the ground." Zhu Di squatted beside the old man and gently kneaded his waist, "Why don't you call the imperial doctor?"
"That's it, that's it!" The old man bared his teeth, "Hard! Knead a little harder, rub it hard. Damn it, my old bone hurts even if it hurts!"
"Dad, shall we call the imperial doctor?'
"No, those quack doctors are just looking for trouble. They just want to put it in a medicine jar for you. Just massage it for me, and apply two pieces of tiger skin plaster on it, and it will cool down and it will be fine!"
Not far away, Pu Bucheng stood at the door and looked at the two father and son silently, with different emotions surging in his eyes. Then, he turned back to the hall, and when he came out again, he had a pair of plasters in his hand.
Light the candle, unfold the plaster and bake it on the fire. When the plaster emits medicinal fragrance, hold it and walk to Zhu Di's side.
"Fourth Master!"
"Thank you!" Zhu Di nodded to Pu Bucheng and touched the old man's hip, "Dad, is this it?"
"Well, that's it... hiss, it's so exciting, it's so hot!" The old man's frown relaxed and he hummed, "Today I can be considered as enjoying the blessing of my son, haha! Let my son serve me for once!
"
"Dad, son..."
"Okay, you can go back too!" the old man said with his eyes closed.
"Ah?" Zhu Di was stunned again, "Dad?"
"It's hard to come to the capital. I'm just going to stay for one day to see your sons!" The old man closed his eyes and said, "Don't go out to eat and drink for the rest of the day. Just sleep at home and recuperate. Are you going to rush back tomorrow?"
"Son, stay with you more!"
"Hey, go ahead! We won't die for a while! Ha!" The old man said with a smile, "Even if you die in two days, you won't have any regrets. After all, you can see that we are alive this time!"
"Dad, why are you always dying?"
"Don't we all have such a day?" The old man said with a nonchalant expression, waving his hands, "Go, go, go back and have a good rest. If you didn't take good care of yourself when you were young, and you will be sick when you get old, don't be so hasty when you go back. What a big deal.
You should also have a good spirit when doing things."
With that said, he opened his eyes, looked at Zhu Di with a smile, waved his hand again, "Let's go!"
Zhu Di also looked at the old man for a long time, then slowly knelt down and said, "Then son, let's go first!"
"Yeah!" The old man snorted.
Then, he looked at Zhu Di and kowtowed three times respectfully in front of him.
Then he watched Zhu Di stand up, turn around, and walk out with three steps at a time.
The old man was always leaning on the chair with a calm expression. But his big hands hidden in his sleeves were pressing hard on the armrests of the chair.
Until Zhu Di was about to cross the threshold, the old man suddenly shouted, "Fourth!"
"father!"
"Be careful! Be careful!"
Zhu Di nodded heavily and prostrated again.
Life spans seventy years, and the old man's seventy years are getting shorter and shorter every day. Both father and son know that the father and son will see each other less and less often, and it may even be the last time.
People have feelings in their hearts. This kind of feeling has no basis, but it is often very effective and accurate.
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"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
As soon as Zhu Di's figure disappeared, the old man on the chair coughed violently and bent over like a shrimp.
"Old man!" Pu Bucheng stepped forward in shock and quickly slapped the old man on the back.
"Ahem!" The old man let go of the hand covering his mouth, and then held it tightly.
"Tell the imperial doctor!" Pu Bucheng said in a trembling voice, "Don't bear it any longer!"
"Hey, isn't this what happens when you get older?" The old man said with a smile, "Those doctors who suffered from the plague were frightened to death before they died of the disease. This is an old problem. Cats are getting worse than dogs, so it doesn't matter!"
With that said, he picked up the half bowl of tea left by Zhu Di just now, poured it all in, and took a few heavy breaths. M.caset
"In the early years, when we were in the countryside, there was an old man from the village next door. He was over eighty and still very tough. People asked him the secret of longevity. He said he could live longer because he had never seen anything in his life.
If the doctor doesn’t know he’s sick, he won’t be afraid!”
The old man smiled and casually told stories about the past.
Then he looked at Pu Bucheng and suddenly smiled and said, "You old guy, how come you are not sick at all?"
Pu Bucheng carefully wiped the corners of the old man's mouth with a towel, "My slave has a broken root, don't worry about it in this life!"
"Ha! All my sons are debts, owed to them!" He said, sighing, "Fortunately, after all, he knew what was good and didn't make it difficult for us!"
"Actually, Fourth Master has a good nature and is filial, but he has been instigated by others over the years..."
"There's no need to put in a good word for him. We know who we are, and he was never satisfied before." The old man lay down and said, "Again, when ordinary people divide their property, their brains will be beaten into pieces, let alone that chair.
What? If his eldest brother is alive, he will have to endure it no matter how dissatisfied he is, but his eldest brother is gone, and he is also our son..."
Pu Bucheng listened silently, without speaking, but picked up a blanket and covered the old man.
"Take out the things in the box under the pillow and let's change them!" the old man whispered.
"yes!"
Pu Bucheng entered the palace, and soon came out with a small, exquisite black wooden box in his hand.
"Open it!" the old man said.
The top cover of the box was pulled out, revealing a slightly old document inside, like a memorial.
"The last page!" The old man still had his eyes closed.
Brush, Pu Bucheng tore it off.
"Burn it!" the old man said again.
Pu Bucheng moved closer to the candle where he had just baked the plaster for the old man, and the letter paper in his hand burned instantly.
The fire was barely visible in the sunlight, but quickly turned into ashes.
At this time, the old man opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Give him a chance! After all, we are the fathers!"
"What about the others?" Pu Bucheng asked tentatively.
"On the day I die, give it to the emperor. Tell him that if he wants to use it, he can use it, and if he doesn't want to use it, he can keep it for memory!" After saying that, the old man closed his eyes again and murmured, "Old Pu, our memory
Sorry, you have to help us remember the date."
"After the soil in the garden has been plowed, when should we sow seeds and when should we fertilize..."
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As soon as Zhu Di came out of Daming Gate, he saw his two silly sons, one fat and one thin, standing respectfully in front of a carriage waiting for him.
"Dad!" Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Gaosui stepped forward to salute at the same time, "My son has been waiting here since I knew you were coming!"
It had been a long time since he had seen his son, and Zhu Di couldn't bear to look away from their faces.
The boss is much more stable again, but the beard on his lips looks a bit thin and unsightly.
The third child still looks like a bird, always hiding behind his elder brother's body and pretending to be a bear, his eyes darting around.
"I..." Zhu Di wanted to say something for a moment, but didn't know where to start.
"I know you are exhausted from the long journey!" Zhu Gaochi said, "My son has prepared the house. You can go back and take a bath and have a good sleep."
"That's the bedding that my son prepared for you!" Zhu Gaosui said carefully from behind, "My son also asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite white meat pot..."
"Okay!" Zhu Di smiled slightly, "Go home, you two give daddy a back rub!"
As he said this, he took one with each hand and got into the carriage without riding a horse.
Zhu Di's soldiers followed silently.
The moment the carriage moved forward, Zhu Gaosui's muttering came from the carriage, "Boss, please point that way, I can't even stretch my legs! Oops, your butt is pressing on my hand!"
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