Neither Yuan Yongyi nor Rong Yue could understand these words. They just thought it was an ordinary question. After all, the future is too far away and the present is the most real thing.
Yu Wenhao was drunk and was sent back to Xiaoyue Pavilion. Yuan Qingling stopped talking and went back to take care of Lao Wu.
Lao Wu was half-lying beside the bed, and Tang Yang said helplessly: "Send him to the bed, and he lies down again and falls asleep like this."
Yuan Qing Ling smiled, "Does this posture look familiar?"
Tang Yang looked at him lying on the bed with his butt sticking out, and felt that he looked very familiar. He nodded, "It looks very much like the King of Chu who was beaten with a board!"
"Who dares to hit me?"
Yu Wenhao turned around and raised his hand indiscriminately, then stretched out his hand to pull out a pillow and put it on his chin. After humming twice, he muttered something unknown and just lay down to sleep.
Yuan Qingling laughed at this and said to Tang Yang: "I'll take care of him. You drank a lot too. Go back and have a rest!"
Tang Yang said: "Well, I'm leaving my humble position!"
After Tang Yang left, Yuan Qingling reached out and patted his back, "Lie down, you kicked me in the stomach."
Lao Wu was sleeping soundly. Hearing this, he almost subconsciously retracted his feet and moved to the bed. Then he turned over carefully and opened his sleepy eyes, "Did you kick me?"
Yuan Qingling sat by the bed and wiped his face with a handkerchief, "Why did you drink so much without kicking him?
Drunk like a cat!"
Yu Wenhao looked at her with a smile, "Happy!"
He patted his chest and breathed out a few breaths of wine, "I'm happy. I'm happy today, and I drank to my heart's content."
He took Yuan Qingling's hand, his eyes were red after being drunk, and his eyes were blurred, "Old Yuan, do you know that I am happy?
I am so happy, so happy."
"Because Master Leng became the chief assistant?"
Yuan Qingling looked at him and asked.
"Water conservancy is urgent... Road construction is also urgent. I used to feel aggrieved. I was full of ambitions and wanted to do everything, but nothing could be done." He bent slightly and plucked out the crown of his hair.
"I am not dissatisfied with my father, but my father does not support what I want to do. He compromises on small things and blocks big things. The Huaijiang River floods every year, and the middle and lower reaches of the Huaijiang River suffer from crop losses year after year. That is my granary in the Northern Tang Dynasty.
,Why is Beitang still so poor?
It's just because the water conservancy was not done well, people died of drought and people died of waterlogging..." He spoke vaguely and couldn't enunciate clearly, but Yuan Qingling still listened to all his words.
"You can do it from now on, you can do everything from now on, you can show your talents... be happy, drink..." He put his head to one side, closed his eyes, but kept his mouth open, and fell asleep like this.
Yuan Qingling was both amused and saddened by what he heard. She leaned over and wanted to kiss him, but her belly was so big that she couldn't bend down, so she could only reach out and touch his face.
"Wow..." With a cry, Lao Wu suddenly opened his eyes and took her hand. He moved his head hard to the bed and kicked in with his feet, until half of his body was hanging on the edge of the bed.
At that time, he just let out a long wine burp without spitting it out, and lay back weakly.
But Yuan Qingling was almost vomited by the smell of alcohol! After Lao Wu woke up from the alcohol, the sun was already setting in the west.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Lao Yuan who was writing something in the room. He still felt a little dizzy in his head, but it was no longer so uncomfortable. He sat up and crossed his legs, feeling more comfortable.
"Are you sober?"
Yuan Qingling put down her pen and looked at him with her chin propped up, "Would you like another glass of soul-reviving wine?"
Lao Wu felt nauseous for a while, "No, no, I won't drink anymore."
When I'm drunk, I feel like vomiting when I hear the word "wine".
"Lvya, bring him the porridge!"
Yuan Qingling stood up and shouted outside, and Lu Ya's crisp voice sounded outside, "Yes!"
Yu Wenhao got out of bed, went over and hugged Yuan Qingling, "My wife is considerate and knows that I am hungry and want to eat porridge."
"Don't drink so much in the future, it will hurt your health!"
Yuan Qingling held his hand that came from behind her and rested her head in his arms, "When the children see him, they should imitate him."
"Know!"
Yu Wenhao kissed her hair, came around and sat in front of her, looking at what she had just written, "What is this?"
"I wrote down everything you said while drunk!"
Yuan Qingling looked at him with a smile, "You said that water conservancy and road construction are the top priorities for future development. I guess these two things are what you will do next."
"No need to write it down, I will remember it myself!"
Yu Wenhao rubbed his eyebrows and smiled at her.
"I'm not here to show you, it's the imperial grandfather and the chief assistant who want me to report regularly!"
Yuan Qingling said with a smile.
Yu Wenhao smiled and said: "What?
You have gone to another court and you still can’t let go of political affairs?”
"You have worked hard all your life, how can you just let it go?
Don't get me wrong, they don't want to supervise how you do things, they just want to know."
Yu Wenhao said: "What misunderstanding did I have?
They allow you to report at any time, which proves that they no longer have spies in the palace or even in the court. This is actually proof that they have let go."
Yuan Qing Ling said: "I'll send someone to deliver the letter. I have to go with my grandma in two days to prepare the prescription for the first assistant."
Lu Ya brought the porridge and Yu Wenhao ate it and asked: "Will the chief minister's eyes really get better?"
"As I said before, you have to observe!"
Yuan Qingling sighed.
Now Chief Assistant's eyes have become her biggest worry. In other words, she is either worried about her eyes or that the blood clots will move or bleed slowly. The blood clots will grow and compress blood vessels or other nerves. This will
lead to more serious consequences.
By then, it will be more than just blindness.
"He will be fine, don't worry!"
Yu Wenhao comforted her.
"Yes, it's rare for him to live a peaceful life for a few days. God will not treat him so unfairly!"
Yuan Qingling looked at him and urged: "Eat, eat more!"
Yu Wenhao finished the porridge in three strokes, pushed the bowl away, and said, "Go and see the kids!"
Baozi is teaching Erbao how to read, and Erbao is very well-behaved, reading word by word. Tangyuan is now reading the storybook, which was given to him by Tangyang. He is fascinated by it, and his parents are here.
He didn't even know that it was Nuomi calling out that made him raise his head and his eyes narrowed.
"What book are you reading?"
Yu Wenhao reached out and took it. When he saw that it was a short story book that was circulated in the market, he immediately lost interest and stuffed it back at him.
He took the glutinous rice balls back, rubbed his eyes, and started to read, "Dad, this book is really good. It tells the story of a scholar who was going to Beijing to take the exam, and got help from a woman. He promised to go back and marry this woman after high school, but...
"Yu Wenhao raised his hand, "You can guess this kind of routine. It must be that this scholar broke his original promise and married a lady from your family after high school, right?"
Tangyuan looked at him, dumbfounded. Is this the generation gap that his uncle mentioned?
Such a clichéd plot has long been out of fashion. Dad actually made it so catchy. It’s really crazy.