ps: A family of five went out for family fun in the afternoon, so I sent it in advance.
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That one is my third uncle? Prince Zhao Yuanzuo of Nanliang? So... so... so ordinary...
After carefully observing the middle-aged man wearing plain white coarse cloth, Zhao Hongrun had a look of disbelief on his face.
Since Zhao Yuanli once revealed to Zhao Hongrun that his third uncle Zhao Yuanzuo was a wizard who was good at leading and using troops, Zhao Hongrun instinctively guessed the type of Confucian general his third uncle was.
Therefore, in his opinion, his third uncle, Zhao Yuanzuo, King of Nanliang, should be a noble and elegant general, but the middle-aged man in white in front of him does have an elegant spirit, but it just lacks one.
Domineering, it is hard to imagine someone who had participated in the battle for the throne of the previous generation, and even the Emperor Wei was extremely afraid of him.
It's like... a mixture of scholars and farmers. There is nothing worthy of Emperor Wei's fear, which makes Zhao Hongrun slightly disappointed.
Could it be that he got the wrong person?
Zhao Hongrun guessed with some uncertainty.
At this moment, his uncle Zhao Yuanli, the Sixth Prince, had bowed his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Three Princes, you are well."
Zhao Hongrun was stunned when he heard this, because Zhao Yuanli's words had proved that the middle-aged man in coarse cloth was Zhao Yuanzuo, the King of Southern Liang.
Looking at Zhao Yuanli, the sixth uncle in bright clothes, on the left, and Zhao Yuanzuo, the third uncle in coarse cloth on the right, Zhao Hongrun felt that his understanding was about to be subverted.
"It's Yuanli." Zhao Yuanzuo, the king of Nanliang, said with a bright smile: "Are you here specially to greet me?"
"Exactly." Zhao Yuanli also smiled.
"How long have you been waiting?" Zhao Yuanzuo asked.
"Soon, about two hours or so."
"Really?" Zhao Yuanzuo stared at Zhao Yuanli for a while, then smiled and said, "You are so patient... I really think you are my brother."
"..." Zhao Yuanli frowned slightly, patted Zhao Hongrun on the shoulder and said, "Hongrun, I haven't paid tribute to your third uncle yet."
"Ah?" Zhao Hongrun was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he quickly bowed deeply to Zhao Yuanzuo and respectfully called out: "Nephew Hongrun, I have met my third uncle."
"..." Zhao Yuanzuo looked at Zhao Yuanli and then at Zhao Hongrun, and said in surprise: "This son..."
As if he had guessed Zhao Yuanzuo's thoughts, Zhao Yuanli patted Zhao Hongrun on the shoulder and introduced him with a smile: "This is Hongrun, the eighth son of the emperor. He is already the king of Su at the age of fifteen. Cousin, please don't underestimate this boy. He
But once he led 25,000 dredging troops, he not only repelled the 160,000 Chu army that invaded my country, the Wei Dynasty, but also counterattacked into the territory of Chu State and captured eighteen cities of Chu State..."
"Oh?" A trace of surprise flashed in Zhao Yuanzuo's eyes, and he suddenly said: "When I was in Nanliang, I also heard that a great hero came out of my Zhao family with the surname Ji. It turns out..." After that, he went up and down.
After looking at Zhao Hongrun for a few times, he smiled and asked, "Do you know who I am?"
"You are the third uncle." Zhao Hongrun replied respectfully.
"..." A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Yuanzuo's eyes, and he nodded and smiled: "What a respectful and polite young man."
Hearing the prince's approval, Mu Qing snickered secretly from behind: Your Highness? Be respectful and respectful? Hey!
At this time, Zhao Yuanli pointed to the food and wine on the stone table in the pavilion, and said with a smile: "Brother Wang has been working hard all the way. It's been very hard. Brother Wang has prepared a small amount of wine here. Brother Wang, can you give me a favor?"
"Brother Wang invited me, how can I refuse? But... wait a moment."
After that, Zhao Yuanzuo whispered a few words into the carriage under the gazes of Zhao Hongrun and Zhao Yuanli. Immediately, he stretched out his hand and helped a woman dressed like a peasant woman to get out of the carriage, followed by a man of four or four.
A five-year-old girl.
Couldn't that be...the Princess of Nanliang and the Princess of Nanliang?
Zhao Hongrun looked at the woman and the girl who looked like a country girl with a strange look on his face. It was really difficult to associate their dress with their noble status.
"These two girls have been riding along with me for a long time. I want them to get out of the car and get some fresh air... Do you mind?" Zhao Yuanzuo said to Zhao Yuanli.
Zhao Yuanli was stunned for a moment, and then quickly expressed his attitude: "Yuanli has met my sister-in-law."
The woman bowed shyly. Then, supported by her husband Zhao Yuanzuo, she came to the stone table in the pavilion and sat down.
On the other hand, the little girl next to her was not very afraid of life. She looked at Zhao Yuanli from the left and Zhao Hongrun from the right, blinking with a curious expression.
Because the pavilion was not spacious, the three groups of clan guards all stood outside the pavilion with interest. At this moment, there were only three members of the family of Nanliang King Zhao Yuanzuo, Zhao Yuanli, and Zhao Hongrun's uncle and nephew in the pavilion.
I have to say that the atmosphere in the pavilion was a bit awkward, especially when Zhao Hongrun compared Zhao Yuanzuo and Zhao Yuanli to two brothers. One was poor and poor in coarse clothes; the other was brightly dressed and full of luxury.
This made Zhao Hongrun feel a little emotional: They are obviously brothers, but their fates are completely opposite.
"Dad, can I eat this? It looks delicious..."
The four or five-year-old girl looked at the plate of prunes on the stone table and asked timidly.
After hearing this, the three men in the pavilion felt a little sad.
In fact, Zhao Hongrun could faintly feel the third uncle sighing secretly.
The majestic prince, the former third son of the emperor, has fallen to this level!
Looking at this scene, even Zhao Hongrun felt a little guilty: after all, it was his father who exiled the Sanbo family of three in the desolate place of Wei for seventeen years.
"Eat, these are meant to entertain you."
Zhao Hongrun placed all the plates of dried fruits in front of the little girl.
However, the little girl still didn't reach out, she just looked at her father with expectant eyes.
"Eat." Zhao Yuanzuo nodded, and then took a deep look at Zhao Hongrun.
With her father's permission, the little girl suddenly smiled, reached out and grabbed the dried plums on the plate and stuffed them into her mouth.
As a result, he was scolded by the woman: "Ying'er, why are you so unruly? What did my mother teach you on a daily basis?"
Hearing this, the little girl stood up quickly, changed her attitude of eating like a wolf, and started eating slowly.
…
Zhao Hongrun glanced at the woman in surprise. He had vaguely guessed that this woman was probably not just an ordinary peasant woman. She was most likely the daughter of a famous family.
But what surprised him even more was that Zhao Yuanzuo took the initiative to pour a glass of water for the woman and gently motioned for her to moisten her throat.
"Thank you, husband." The woman thanked her gently.
This is mutual support, right?
Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but be moved by it.
The dignified prince, the former third son of the emperor, and a married woman from a noble family, after being exiled by Emperor Wei, supported each other in a difficult living environment, and treated each other as guests for seventeen years.
This is simply... it feels incredible!
How can the feelings created by forced marriage be so strong?
Zhao Hongrun felt that his understanding had been subverted again.
The pavilion gradually became quiet. Zhao Hongrun and Zhao Yuanli looked at Zhao Yuanzuo in silence, watching him carefully watch the mother and daughter eat. This warm feeling made Zhao Hongrun moved and yearned, but also made him feel a little strange.
Is this gentle man in front of me, who seems to be a good husband and a good father, really the man who once assisted the previous generation, the Prince of the East Palace, to compete for the throne with the current monarch of the Wei Dynasty?
This style of painting is obviously wrong!
Zhao Hongrun, who was full of puzzlement, carefully looked at the third uncle in front of him, trying to find out what made this third uncle worthy of being feared by his father and worthy of being praised by his sixth uncle, Zhao Yuanli.
But unfortunately, Zhao Hongrun found nothing, as if the person in front of him was just an ordinary person.
Seemingly noticing Zhao Hongrun's scrutinizing gaze, Nanliang King Zhao Yuanzuo raised his head, looked at Zhao Hongrun with great interest, and also looked at his nephew.
"What are you looking at?" Zhao Yuanzuo asked calmly.
At that moment, Zhao Hongrun instinctively felt a chill, especially when his eyes came into contact with the third uncle's. An inexplicable cold current flowed up his spine, making the hairs on his body stand up, and his arms
It even aroused a layer of goosebumps.
Zhao Hongrun couldn't describe that feeling in words.
He could only instinctively sense that the seemingly gentle and gentle third uncle in front of him was not like the ordinary Wei people who were superior to men. Especially the third uncle who was kind to his wife and daughter was probably not as simple as he judged with his eyes.
Especially when Zhao Yuanzuo smiled more and expressed kindness, the alarm-like intuition in Zhao Hongrun's heart became stronger.
This feeling was just like the feeling when Emperor Wei showed his sinister side, except that it was his father, so Zhao Hongrun was not so afraid.
But this person in front of me...
Zhao Hongrun swallowed his saliva and felt a little sweaty on his forehead.
This son...
Zhao Yuanzuo noticed the cold sweat on Zhao Hongrun's forehead and couldn't help but be stunned. In fact, he did not show hostility to this nephew, but for some reason, this nephew was sweating profusely.
Zhao Yuanzuo knew what was going on. This was people's instinct to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, but some people were weak and some were stronger.
Generally, people with this kind of talent can often discern opportunities and detect dangers in advance.
This son... is a piece of rough jade! Unfortunately, he is the son of the fourth child...
Feeling sorry in his heart, Zhao Yuanzuo turned his attention to Zhao Yuanli.
At this time, his eyes were a little complicated, as if he was sneering, mocking, and self-deprecating.
Zhao Yuanli's face was smiling as always.
After a long time, Zhao Yuanzuo shook his head with a smile on his face, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and toasted Zhao Yuanli.
There was no toast or any words, Zhao Yuanzuo just had a drink with Zhao Yuanli.
After finishing the cup, the three members of Nanliang King Zhao Yuanzuo's family said goodbye, got on the carriage, and headed towards Daliang under the escort of the five clan guards.
Looking at the old carriage driving far into the distance, Zhao Hongrun felt incredible.
"Sixth Uncle, why didn't you come to greet Third Uncle just to have a drink with him?"
"What did you say?" Zhao Yuanli said with a smile: "We brothers haven't seen each other for many years. Drinking is only the second priority. Having a good chat and reciting the old brotherhood is the most important thing."
After hearing this, Zhao Hongrun said with a look of disbelief on his face: "But you didn't even talk for a few words."
"No, we've already talked about it."
Zhao Yuanli said with a smile. Immediately, he turned over and climbed onto the horse he came from, and said jokingly: "Hongrun, are you going to compete on the way back?"
"No! Let me compete after I have mastered my riding skills. The loser will be you, Uncle Six!"