After Mo Ranchen came back, he found that the old man he had just seen was chatting with Li Lizhi, so he did not disturb him. He just laid out breakfast on the side. He usually eats it in the book garden.
Sure enough, when Wei Zheng saw this, he said: "Shuyuan is a place for reading, how can you eat here?" ωωw..net
When Mo Ranchen saw this, he said, "I'm eating here, and it won't bother you. Why do you care so much?"
"Ranchen, please don't be rude and send this food to the backyard to eat." Li Lizhi frowned and scolded.
Hearing this, Mo Ranchen had no choice but to say: "I understand, Your Highness." As he said this, he did not forget to glare at Wei Zheng.
"Your Highness, I'm going to eat first. It's better to eat your portion while it's hot. I'll leave first." Mo Ranchen put away his breakfast.
"I know." Li Lizhi nodded.
"Your Highness, this man is so rude and unworthy of the royal family, why should we accept him?" Wei Zheng said with his face not looking good.
"It doesn't matter. Most of the people who read here are regular customers. Just one person can look after the store. It doesn't have to be good. Besides, I saw that he had been hungry for a while and was pitiful, so I accepted him." Li
Li Zhi waved her hand and said.
Wei Zheng nodded after hearing this. Although Mo Ranchen gave him a bad first impression, there are some things that it is better not to always judge. After all, the person in front of him is Li Lizhi, not Li Shimin. If it were Li Shimin, he would definitely
Chasing after him to complain about Mo Ranchen.
"Your Highness, at this time, it's better to go have breakfast. I can just stay alone." Wei Zheng said.
Hearing this, Li Lizhi nodded and said, "Uncle Wei, please take a rest now." After saying that, she went to the backyard.
When Mo Ranchen came back from dinner, Wei Zheng had been waiting for a long time. Moreover, Cheng Chumo and others, who didn't know when they arrived, had also arrived at the book garden. Several people had just entered the book garden. When they saw Wei Zheng, they almost
They were about to turn around and leave, but when they saw Mo Ranchen appear, they stayed too. They were also curious about the answer to that question.
"Little friend." Wei Zheng looked majestic. He should have the same expression even when he went to court, right? This is what Mo Ranchen thought.
"Sir, what's the matter?" Mo Ranchen asked.
"I, Wei Zheng, have a question for my little friend," Wei Zheng said.
Mo Ranchen looked at Wei Zheng with a look of doubt on his face. Wei Zheng, the dignified imperial censor of the Tang Dynasty, actually asked him a question. It seemed that he would have a template for bragging in the future.
"Ahem, Mr. Wei, if you have any questions, just tell me directly. I will tell you everything I know." Mo Ranchen put his posture and said solemnly.
At this time, because Mo Ranchen had been slow to eat before, Li Lizhi had come back and happened to see Mo Ranchen sitting in front of the counter. Wei Zheng was asking questions. Cheng Chumo, Du He, Fang Yiai, Yuchi Baolin, etc. were sitting around.
Several second-generation sons.
"It's not a big problem, but what I want to ask is, if my friend's mother and wife fell into the river at the same time, which one would you save first?" Wei Zheng asked pretending to be profound.
Is this issue already so popular? Even the imperial censor knows about it, so wouldn’t it also become popular among the ministers in the court?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this problem is a bit complicated." Mo Ranchen sighed, looked at the people around him, then stood up and turned his back on everyone.
"My mother died a long time ago. Mr. Wei suddenly mentioned my mother, and I thought of her, her kind eyes, and the clothes she sewed for me..." Mo Ranchen pretended to cry, using his sleeves to
Covering her eyes, she said: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is like the clothes on a wanderer's body. It is closely tied before leaving, and I am afraid that I will be late in returning. Who can say that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring, mother!"
Mo Ranchen burst into tears. No one expected that he would actually cry.
"My little friend, you are so filial to your mother. You still miss her. It's me who reminds you of the unhappy memories. Little friend, it's all my fault. Please forgive me. Your mother's spirit in heaven will definitely not wish you the best."
So sad for her." Wei Zheng sighed, looking at Mo Ranchen with sympathy and guilt in his eyes.
"Yes, Brother Mo, my aunt is still in heaven. She definitely doesn't want to see you crying so sadly. Please forgive me." Cheng Chumo thought something was wrong at first, but when he saw Mo Ranchen crying so sadly, he quickly comforted her.
Du He and others all agreed, and everyone felt guilty. How could such a filial person like Mo Ranchen be the author who asked such a question about giving birth to a son without an asshole? I was simply going too far.
Li Lizhi was the only one in the audience who looked at Mo Ranchen with suspicion. She stood farthest away, but she could see the clearest. Mo Ranchen pinched her thigh just now. Although it was very secretive, she could still see clearly, but
, she felt that this poem was well written, and she also knew that this poem must not have been written by Mo Ranchen.
"Thank you everyone. It's because I was too sad and ruined everyone's interest. It's just that I miss my mother so much. It seems like my mother's presence is still there yesterday." As he said that, Mo Ranchen burst into tears again, and everyone present
, except for Li Lizhi, everyone else was sad and shed tears, and all sympathized with Mo Ranchen.
Finally, Wei Zheng and others gradually left, leaving Mo Ranchen alone in front of the counter.
"The thread in the hands of a loving mother is like the clothes on a wanderer's body. There is a tight seam before leaving, and I am afraid that I will return late. Who can say that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. This poem is very well written. Who is its author?" Li Lizhi
After seeing everyone leave, he came forward and asked.
"Your Highness, I really miss my mother so much, so I wrote this poem to commemorate her." Mo Ranchen pretended to cry.
"No need to pretend anymore, I've already seen you pinching your thighs and pretending to cry." Li Lizhi said angrily, exposing his deception with an indifferent expression.
"You have discovered all this. Your Highness is really discerning. This poem is called Wandering Ziyin, and the author is called Meng Jiao. I heard it from others, but I have never seen him." Mo Ranchen immediately stopped pretending to cry.
Behavior.
"I heard it again? Like Luo Guanzhong before?" Li Lizhi looked at Mo Ranchen with a suspicious face and asked doubtfully.
"That's right, I've never met Meng Jiao anyway." Mo Ranchen said sincerely.
"Really?" Li Lizhi still didn't believe it.
There is a gap of more than a hundred years between this man and now, and it is impossible to know him even if he wants to know him. Therefore, he can definitely tell Meng Jiao's real name. Anyway, he will only tell it to Li Lizhi. Even if others have heard of it,
A poem, I don’t know who the author of this poem is.
"Yes, I heard that this Meng Jiao is a good man who is very filial to his mother. Moreover, he is very low-key. He has written such good poems and doesn't allow others to say his name. Your Highness, you don't want to use his name either.
Tell him, even if it is, don't say that I leaked his real name. Let's do good things and don't leave his name behind." Mo Ranchen nodded and said.