1286. Chapter 1286: 1286 Days and nights in the watermelon field
Zilu had never seen the prince personally doing everything and working in the fields with his back to the sky!
He stood watching from a distance for a while, and was indeed a little surprised. He looked like a father, a real father, not a superior prince.
Zilu stopped and stared at him not far away for a long time, feeling quite emotional in his heart.
After losing the news about his son, he actually began to miss him.
And the way to miss him is in this way. The most important thing is that I just returned to the gate of the Prince's Mansion and heard the people there saying that everyone in the Prince's Mansion has been dismissed, and the prince's mansion is ready to be given to the emperor, which is equivalent to handing it over to the country.
As for him, as long as he only has this three-thirds of an acre of land, everyone thinks that he has been given up his military power by drinking wine, but they don't know that this is of his own free will, because his mentality has changed, and he is no longer the prince he used to be.
And I thought about another life.
Zilu stepped forward, dressed in coarse linen and he looked like an authentic farmer.
Zilu didn't want to come back at first, because he felt that the prince could not let go of the things he loved most, such as power and status, as well as glory and wealth, and most importantly, the sense of majesty that one person was inferior to ten thousand people.
But Haitang persuaded Zilu to go back and take a look, giving herself a chance and giving the prince a chance. Zilu just came back. His mood was different from before, because he was no longer the minister of the Ministry of War, nor the young prince, but the king.
This feeling is like personally visiting a prison, lurking inside this country, especially the country where I was born and grew up.
Zilu looked at it for a while. The prince was not pretending. He was really working and farming here day after day, and found new fun in it. Not only did he not look old, but he also looked much younger with kindness. The corners of his mouth
There was a smile between his brows, something he didn't have before, not even for his children.
Watching him share the big watermelon he planted with his neighbors, everyone didn't know what they said, and they were all so happy that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear. That smile was a sincere smile. Zilu lowered the brim of his hat and walked over, just in time.
Head to the watermelon patch over there.
"Young man, don't rush on your way. Sit down and eat a watermelon. The watermelon I grow is very good. It doesn't cost you any money. You can eat it for free. Come on, you're welcome..." The prince actually became hospitable.
This is such a familiar voice, Zilu has heard it for so many years. This is such a strange language, but he is so approachable, just like an old man in the market.
Zilu stopped, squatting in the field, cracking the watermelon.
"The watermelons with a crisp sound are sweet, and the ones with ripe flesh peeling off the stem are delicious." The prince also guided others to pick watermelons. Zilu knocked on several watermelons, and they were all similar and had a crisp sound.
"All the melons I grow are delicious. Young man, just pick any one. I guarantee it will be sweet!" the prince said.
Zilu didn't move, feeling this moment carefully.
At this time, the prince came over and bent down, "I'd better choose one for you to keep the sweetness." After the prince said that, he picked the biggest one and cut it immediately. As expected, it was red and sandy. The prince even cut it into slices himself and took it.
A piece of it was brought to the young prince's eyes.
Zilu then took off his hat and let the prince see his true face.
The prince didn't think too much, and he never expected to meet the person he had longed for in this watermelon field.