Young Master Liu left the Hubu Yamen and went to the Libu Yamen, where he secretly met Du Chenghao, the Shangshu of the Libu Yamen.
Du Chenghao was overjoyed and respectful to Young Master Liu's arrival, firstly because Young Master Liu had a different surname from Wang, and secondly because Young Master Liu was the leader of his son Du Yu.
If it weren't for Mr. Liu, I'm afraid his son Du Yu would have been idle and living on his own money until he died.
Regarding Liu Mingzhi's purpose, Du Chenghao didn't care at all about the customization of the Ministry of Personnel, and gave all the life stories of Ren Wenyue recorded in the Ministry of Personnel to Liu Dashao for review.
Young Master Liu checked up on Ren Wenyue's past in the Ministry of Civil Affairs, agreed to a drinking party with Du Chenghao, and then quietly left the Yamen of the Ministry of Civil Affairs and rushed towards the Liu Mansion.
Back home, Liu Mingzhi blocked Liu Yuan's attempt to inform Liu Zhi'an, collected himself, put on a carefree smile and hurried towards the inner courtyard.
Walking through the corridor in the front yard and passing the arch, Liu Mingzhi heard the clear laughter in the inner courtyard.
The laughter was nothing more than the greetings from a group of ladies to Liu Zhi'an and his wife, and the sounds of several children acting coquettishly around Liu Zhi'an.
"Old man, you are still alive. If you act like this, it will be far away for me to inherit the family property."
Liu Zhi'an, who was happily coaxing his granddaughter who he hadn't seen for a year, froze when he heard Young Master Liu's words. He straightened up and turned to look at the archway of the inner courtyard.
Young Master Liu was seen with his hands folded across his chest, leaning on the pillars of the corridor, shaking his legs, looking so bohemian.
Liu Zhi'an looked at Young Master Liu's careless appearance, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.
"Damn it, you bastard, you ate shit and haven't washed up yet. Why does your mouth smell so bad?"
"Even if you fucking die, I won't die. You have to live better than before."
Young Master Liu shrugged his shoulders and walked towards Liu Zhi'an: "Old man, what you said is too harsh. Why do you say that this young master is also your biological son? Do you curse your son to die young?"
"Go to hell with me, I will live ten more years without you."
Mrs. Liu and the girls Qi Yun looked helplessly at the two men who started bickering as soon as they met, not knowing what to say.
Everyone has a loving father and a filial son, so why is it that when it’s my own turn, my family is all over the place?
Qi Yun and her daughters felt that both their father-in-law and husband were not worried.
The elders do not have the appearance of the elders, and the juniors do not have the appearance of the juniors.
Mrs. Liu felt that her husband was not worried, and her son was even less worried.
What evil had he done in his previous life to end up with such a team of men?
"My child pays homage to my mother. I wish her good health and a long life."
Liu Mingzhi passed Liu Zhi'an, gave her a proud look, walked to Mrs. Liu, kowtowed directly, and fulfilled the etiquette that a son should have.
Mrs. Liu hurriedly bent down and helped Young Master Liu up: "You kid, the ground is so cold, why are you kneeling? Get up quickly."
"Thank you, mother."
Young Master Liu patted his clothes and smiled cheerfully at Mrs. Liu, pretending not to notice Liu Zhichan, who was blowing his beard and staring in anger.
"Silly boy, don't be angry with your father, why don't you salute your father quickly?"
"Mom, the old man doesn't care about his son saluting, right?"
Liu Zhi'an glanced aside with an arrogant expression: "I wonder how you kowtow. Without you, I still have two sons."
Young Master Liu looked at Liu Zhi'an with a smile, walked up to Liu Zhi'an, swung his clothes and prepared to kneel down to salute.
Liu Zhi'an waved his hand directly and turned around and walked towards the main hall: "Gungungun, wait until I'm dead before you kowtow. Your mother has arranged a banquet to welcome the wind and wash away the dust. Hurry in and have something to eat and drink. Your face is as cold as a dog. What are you knocking about?"
Young Master Liu helplessly shrugged at Mrs. Liu: "Mother, it's not that my son is unfilial, you saw it with your own eyes."
Mrs. Liu shook her head helplessly, not knowing what to say to these two stubborn men.
One clearly misses his son more than food and tea, and the other respects his father to the core.
It is such a good thing for these two fathers to be filial to their father, but they are like two 'enemies' when they meet. Isn't it interesting?
After everyone sat down, the servants brought out plates of fragrant food and wine.
Mrs. Liu wiped the chopsticks with a handkerchief and handed them to Young Master Liu, with a somewhat resentful look in her eyes: "Zhi'er, Yun'er told Wei Niang about Rongrong. You are such a child, so I won't bring Rongrong back to see Wei. Mom and your father, don’t let people think that we dislike her because she is from the Western Region and don’t want to see her."
Liu Mingzhi smiled lightly and shook his head: "Mom, don't worry, you will definitely see Rongrong. It's just that she is doing something very important right now and can't come back to visit you two."
"But don't worry, if nothing happens, you will definitely be able to see Rongrong before the year."
Madam Liu wanted to say something else. Liu Zhi'an glanced at Mr. Liu, smiled thoughtfully, and tapped Madam's wrist slightly.
"Madam, when the child is older, some things will have their own arrangements."
"The children are finally reunited. Don't talk about unhappy topics. Let the children eat some food to warm up first."
"Come here, you bastard, have a nice drink with me."
"My child respects you."
The feast was a complete success. The two of them drank wine and talked and laughed about some of their interesting experiences these days.
In Liu Zhi'an's study, Liu Zhi'an took out a stack of rice paper from the drawer and threw it on the table.
"Damn it, get out of here. I'm old and I still have to work hard for this little thing like yours."
"Mom, you are not a bastard. If you don't say anything, you will have two younger brothers and sisters. Because of you, I have delayed the important matter of extending my life. Get out of here. I will get annoyed when I see you."
Young Master Liu cheerfully picked up the rice paper on the table and walked towards the door.
"Old man, you can't do it if you don't accept it. Take it easy, my mother is a martial arts practitioner."
"Sometimes you have to give in. You just have to understand the trade-offs."
An inkstone flew towards me, and Young Master Liu hurriedly dodged it with his head in his hands.
"Who do you damn kidney-deficient thing look down on?"
Young Master Liu's mouth twitched and he walked towards his study room. Others said forget it, and I said the same thing, where is his dignity?
After lighting the candle in the room, Liu Mingzhi lay down and looked through the information about the capital in the past few days.
During the three days that Young Master Liu returned home, he wore inconspicuous clothes and wandered around the restaurants and tea shops in the capital every day. He spent the whole day there.
On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month of the first year of Yongping, the sky was still dim. Mr. Liu got up, washed, and did a set of kicks and kicks outside to stretch his body. When it got bright, he changed into his dragon robe under the service of Qi Yun. , riding out of the mansion to prepare to enter the palace.
"Let's meet the commander-in-chief!"
Liu Mingzhi looked at Song Qing quietly, while Cheng Kai and his twenty-three well-armored generals nodded slightly.
"Follow me to the palace."
"We take orders."
Twenty-three people got on their horses, followed Young Master Liu, whipped their horses, and galloped all the way towards the palace.
During the tea time, twenty-four strong war horses raised their hooves high and stopped outside the palace gate.
"Bold, who dares..."
"Yang Tai, Commander Yang, why have you forgotten what this king looks like?"
Liu Mingzhi turned over and dismounted, smiling lightly as he looked at Yang Tai, one of the commanders of the Imperial Guards, who looked a little dazed.
"Bing......... King Bingjian, the last general Yang Tai will meet King Bingjian, thousands of years old."
As soon as Yang Tai saluted, the surrounding guards also reacted and hurriedly came up to salute.
"We see you, Your Majesty, who is a thousand years old."
"No gifts!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
