Early the next morning, Su Wanying sent him out, but she saw a group of people suddenly appeared on the long street. Wasn't the young man in python suit at the head the King of Shu?
"Drive~"
The men and horses did not stop, but Gu Chen caught a glimpse of the young man's cheeks full of tears.
He looked like his dead father.
Could it be that Lao Zhu is dead? That would be a great thing.
However, this is unlikely. How could Lao Zhu die if his life is so tough?
For a moment, he didn't know what happened to make the King of Shu so anxious.
Before dawn, I left the palace crying.
"Isn't that the direction to the city gate?" Su Wanying asked in surprise: "Your Highness, King of Shu, you are leaving the city. What happened?"
Under normal circumstances, don't the vassal kings who have not yet become vassals not give up Yingtian?
Gu Chen didn't know. It had nothing to do with him anyway. He straightened his clothes and suddenly remembered something. He looked at his wife.
"Today is May 24th?"
If I remember correctly, Song Lian died of illness on the 20th in Kuizhou, which would later become Chongqing, at the age of seventy-two.
The King of Shu has always admired Song Lian, so he was probably rushing to see him for the last time, right?
Sure enough, the prince did not go to court today, and Lao Zhu was not in a very good mood. Without saying a few words, everyone retreated.
Gu Chen: "..."
What are you pretending to be? It's not your fault. At such an old age, you traveled across mountains and rivers and threw me so far away. If you don't die, you will be a ghost.
Poor Biao'er, I don't know how sad he is.
He was not in a hurry to see Biao'er. Men, when they are sad, what they want is not comfort, but to digest it quietly alone.
Gu Chen handed Lao Zhu a memorial and was about to resign, but Lao Zhu stopped him.
"Do you also think that we are cruel?"
In fact, Mr. Song was not wrong at all. He knew it. He was also sad when Mr. Song died.
But how can an emperor ignore the overall situation just because of a little emotion?
The founding achievements of the country, regardless of civil and military achievements, excessive power and prestige are not good for the imperial power.
Mr. Song was the teacher of his sons. Now that he is dead, his sons don't say anything, but blame themselves for being cruel. They don't understand their painstaking efforts.
Gu Chen said: "The emperor's heart is naturally not the same as that of ordinary people. Mr. Song died of illness, not His Majesty."
"Your Majesty did not kill Mr. Song, but forgave Mr. Song for his lax management of the family. In this case, it is naturally none of your Majesty's business."
Nonsence.
Why do you need to ask questions knowingly and if you are not hard-hearted? You don't know it yourself?
I didn't make any mistakes, but you can throw me into a remote country for four years.
You also asked, would you dare to tell the truth after asking someone?
Lao Zhu looked at the censor who had his head lowered. Thinking of how much he knew everything about Biao'er and how he was afraid of himself, he suddenly felt that it was meaningless.
"Go down."
He didn't like to hear such flattery, and of course he didn't like to hear the truth either.
Gu Chen mentally scolded Lao Zhu for being difficult to serve, but on the surface he resigned respectfully.
Unexpectedly, just as he walked out of the door, he saw a small head sticking out from behind the pillar. Their eyes met, and he looked at the clothes, patterns and age.
He roughly guessed his identity, so he tried shouting.
"His Royal Highness the Emperor's Grandson?"
She looks exactly like Biao'er. She is a fair and handsome doll.
"Yes, I recognize you." The little guy tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then walked up and said, "Last month, you often went to the East Palace to see my father."
He often sits behind the screen and reads, knowing that his father likes this Yan Guan.
When Gu Chen saw that it was really Zhu Xiongying, his tone immediately became more kind.
"My lord, I have met His Highness the Emperor's eldest grandson. Why is His Highness the eldest grandson here?"
If I remember correctly, all the princes and children returned to the palace yesterday after vaccination.
Next, it's his turn, right?
"I'm here to say goodbye to Grandpa Huang." The villain looked at the gate not far away, his fat face full of worry: "But I heard that Grandpa Huang was in a bad mood."
Therefore, he was hesitating whether he should go and say goodbye to Grandpa Huang.
If I go in now, will it disturb Grandpa Huang?
"His Royal Highness Changsun is very filial." Gu Chen smiled: "Your Majesty will be happy and feel better if he sees that His Highness is so caring."
Just kidding, in Lao Zhu's heart, of course Jin Sun is more important than Song Lian.
"Really?"
The six-year-old boy is harmless to humans and animals, and his cute appearance is particularly lovable.
"Will Grandpa Huang feel better after seeing me?"
Gu Chen resisted the urge to pinch his face and nodded with a smile.
"Yes, it will be fine."
Who wouldn’t like children and grandchildren to be filial?
Hearing this, Zhu Xiongying's face was full of joy and he immediately rushed to find Grandpa Huang. Before leaving, he did not forget to turn around and thank him.
"Thank you, Mr. Gu."
After that, he ran away on his short legs.
Gu Chen smiled and shook his head, then looked at the two young eunuchs not far away.
"It's not enough for you two to accompany your eldest grandson. Why don't you go back and call for help?"
It seems that he sneaked out secretly without letting the adults know.
If something really happened, they would have reaped the benefits.
The two young eunuchs also knew the pros and cons, so they immediately nodded and left.
"Come back." Gu Chen quickly called them out, and then reminded: "One of you can go back and call for someone. The remaining person must wait here to wait for His Highness the Emperor Changsun, in case His Highness comes out later and cannot find anyone."
Children are children, they do things in a hurry and don't care about the beginning or the end.
"Thank you, Mr. Gu, for the tip."
The two of them quickly thanked him as if they were waking up from a dream, their young faces full of sincerity.
Gu Chen shook his head, turned around and left. At the age of five or six, he still didn't understand what a man was.
So he was licked with lychees and sent to a place where there was intrigue and life-and-death fights.
How pitiful!
Because he had to think about the microscope, Gu Chen often stayed up late and couldn't sleep well.
I was so confused at work that I couldn't bear it anymore so I hid in the corner of the bookshelf, lay down on the bench, covered my face with books, and went to play chess with Duke Zhou.
For several days, Lao Han couldn't find anyone else. If someone asked him what he was doing, Gu Chen would just say that he went to the toilet.
If asked again, he would complain of gastrointestinal discomfort and make several extra trips to the toilet.
After half a month, I still haven't found anything.
So Gu Chen went to work yawning every day and returned home full of energy.
When I got home that day, I saw my daughter wearing flowers and butterflies running all over the yard.
"Sister Pearl, come and catch me."
Pearl was wearing a light green dress, her eyes were covered with cloth, and she spoke in a coaxing tone.
"Girl, don't let me catch you, otherwise I will have to tickle you."
Su Wanying sat on the steps, watching the girls playing with a smile. When she saw her husband coming back, she hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
"My husband is back, are you tired today?"
It's also strange, why can't I sleep at night and still be so energetic when I come back during the day?
"You're not tired, hardworking lady." Gu Chen put his official hat into his wife's hand, bent down and picked up her daughter, and asked pretending to be serious.
"Didn't Daddy ask you to write big characters at home? Why are you having fun instead?"
Well, Gu Chen had great expectations for his eldest daughter.
Although women in ancient times had limitations in their development, he didn't want her to be like an ordinary woman and live a life of obscurity following a bunch of rules.
He hoped that she could live soberly and understandably, and live freely and freely.
You know what you want and will not be arbitrarily controlled by your future husband's family.
Just like the talented Li Qingzhao, she drinks and gambles, dares to love and hate, is not trapped by marriage or the world, and lets her soul be free.
Instead of fighting for a man, if my father and mother are gone, and I don’t care about my body, then how sad I must be.
He would rather his daughter deviate from the traditional ways and live a carefree life.
This deviant does not mean to be a little girl, but to be free and easy, to choose from the heart, and not to live in the eyes of the world.
"Dad, my daughter has finished writing a long time ago." The little girl hugged her father's neck and said proudly, "Sister Pearl said that my daughter's handwriting is better than hers."
Su Wanying shook her head helplessly, and Pearl pursed her lips and smiled.
"Silly girl, your sister Pearl is trying to make you happy. She is almost twelve years old and you are only six. How can you write better than her?"
Gu Chen pinched his daughter's little nose, then carried her into the main room.
Seeing a basket of eggs on the table, he asked, "Have guests been at home?"
If you buy it at home, you should put it in the kitchen.
"It's an old man named Liu. He said he was grateful to my husband for saving his life."
"He put down the basket of eggs and left. Even though the old man is old and has very fast legs, I didn't even have time to refuse."
"Sir, husband, what have you been doing recently? How did you save someone's life?"
She only knew that her husband was a good man, but she didn't know that he had medical skills?
