Duke Zheng's Mansion.
Wei Zheng was lying on the bed, and Mrs. Pei took good care of him with his big belly.
"father!"
Wei Shuyu opened the door and barged in directly.
"What a shame in rushing."
Mrs. Pei scolded: "I wonder if your father is still resting?"
Wei Shuyu was embarrassed for a while.
Then he walked lightly to Wei Zheng's side and began to check, rolling his eyelids and feeling his pulse...
Although he does not have medical skills, he can still diagnose common minor illnesses.
Snapped.
Mrs. Pei slapped Wei Shuyu's hand away.
"What are you doing?"
Mrs. Pei scolded: "Your father needs to rest, are you so disturbing to others?"
"Aren't you here to treat dad?"
Wei Shuyu replied awkwardly.
But after checking it out, I felt relieved.
Wei Zheng was only severely dehydrated and his life was not in danger.
I guess I have been tired of doing disaster relief these days.
Moreover, I have been working under the scorching sun some time ago, which may have left hidden dangers.
"Well……"
At this moment, Wei Zheng opened his eyes leisurely.
"Go and change a kerchief."
Mrs. Pei took off the scarf covering Wei Zheng's forehead and handed it to Wei Shuyu.
"oh."
Wei Shuyu was obedient.
"Is Shu Yu back?" Wei Zheng asked weakly.
"Yeah." Pei responded.
"Nonsense."
Who would have thought that Wei Zheng would actually get angry: "How could you leave your post without permission during disaster relief? My father is just sick, not dead, so why do you need to come back..."
"Even if your father is really dead, you should put the people first!"
Wei Shuyu covered Wei Zheng's forehead with a kerchief.
Mrs. Pei slapped Wei Shuyu's hand away angrily, then picked it up and folded it before covering Wei Zheng's forehead.
"You can always take a rest. You're already sick and you won't stop."
Wei Shuyu stood aside and retorted: "Liang Jianfang is the leader there, and I will supervise the censor..."
"What happened to the supervisory censor?"
Wei Zheng lost his temper again: "Even if you are a ninth-grade official, you have to do your best."
Wei Shuyu wanted to refute, but Pei stopped him...
"Shu Yu, please stop talking. Your father needs to rest."
Mr. Pei shook his head helplessly: "And don't you understand your father's character?"
"If he doesn't convince you, he can keep fighting with you."
Wei Zheng was also speechless.
This sounds like it's helping me.
Why do I feel like I am being damaged?
"Then I'm leaving. Dad, you have a good rest."
Wei Shuyu turned and left, but muttered as he left: "If you want to do things for the people, you have to take good care of yourself. If your body is broken, what else can you do?"
Wei Zheng originally didn't intend to complain, but how could he bear it after hearing this?
What a rebellion?
Do you still dare to teach me a lesson?
Turning his head with difficulty, Wei Shuyu's figure was nowhere to be seen.
"Where are the people?"
Wei Zheng asked angrily.
"Run away early."
Mrs. Pei pushed Wei Zheng back to the bed, and covered Wei Zheng's head with the slipped kerchief: "I said you too, why should you be so stubborn with your son? Besides, Shu Yu was right, what can you do if you don't take good care of yourself? What's up."
"..."
Wei Zheng turned his head.
You two are on the same team and I won’t argue with you.
There is no benefit if you win the argument, but you will suffer even more if you lose the argument.
until noon.
Wei Shuyu came in with porridge.
When Old Wei looked at Xiao Wei, he couldn't help but snorted coldly.
"Oh, you're still angry."
Wei Shuyu put the porridge on the table: "I have heard a saying before, the prime minister's belly can support a boat."
"You are already the prime minister, why are you still so small-minded?"
Can the prime minister punt a boat in his belly?
When Wei Zheng heard this, he felt it was quite smooth...
"Cut the nonsense."
Wei Zheng couldn't help but ask: "Where does this allusion come from?"
"Oh, this sentence..."
Wei Shuyu helped Wei Zheng up and leaned against the bed: "A man named Wang Anshi was cuckolded by his concubine and spared him."
(-.-From Fang Yiai’s Death Gaze-.-)
"roll."
God, your mother's prime minister can hold a boat in his belly.
I'm not that big-bellied!
Wei Shuyu wanted to feed him, but Wei Zheng snatched it away: "I have my own hands, I can do it myself!"
Fine.
After finishing the porridge, Wei Shuyu left again.
It's time to rest, don't disturb me.
When my mother-in-law sees it, it’s time to nag me again...
night.
Wei Shuyu exercised in the yard for a while, and when he was about to go back to the house to rest, he saw that the candle in Wei Zheng's study was still lit.
He approached quietly, but was stopped by the guard guarding the door...
"Master, you can't go near the study."
The study rooms of officials are all important places, not to mention ministers like Wei Zheng.
No one can enter unless Wei Zheng gives permission.
"I'll just take a look..."
Wei Shuyu whispered.
The guard hesitated briefly before agreeing to the request.
Wei Shuyu came closer and saw Wei Zheng writing in front of the case through the gap...
Sometimes he frowns in deep thought, sometimes he writes vigorously.
Following several coughs, Wei Zheng hurriedly covered his mouth with a silk handkerchief.
After coughing, I continued writing...
Wei Shuyu's heart was slightly touched.
Wei Zheng is quite old, his temples are already graying, and there are brown spots on his face. He has been bowing down for a long time, and his back is slightly hunched.
This time the illness made him even more haggard...
Alas, I have to deal with state affairs even though I am sick!
Wei Shuyu sighed.
He stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.
Tuk tuk…
"Master..."
The guard looked resentful.
We agreed to just take a look, aren't you ruining my job?
He had snatched the beautiful job of guarding the study from thousands of competitors.
Wei Shuyu ignored it, opened the door and rushed in.
"Who allowed you to come in!"
Wei Zheng looked up and scolded.
"Dad, you said you are so sick that you can hardly walk, why are you doing all this?"
Wei Shuyu stepped forward and snatched Wei Zheng's pen.
"presumptuous."
Wei Zheng puffed his beard and lectured with eyes wide open: "Natural disasters are coming, the imperial treasury is empty, and everything is in ruins, how can a father have the time to cultivate himself?"
"There are so many ministers in the imperial court, and you are not missing one." Wei Shuyu said helplessly.
"Others are others, I am me!"
Wei Zheng sternly lectured: "Only through brainstorming can we come up with better strategies."
never mind.
If you don't argue with the old man, you'll get angry again later.
But what if we don’t argue?
Wei Zheng was stubborn and refused to go back to rest.
For a while, the two father and son were at a stalemate.
"You go to bed early, can't you think about it when you get up tomorrow?" Wei Shuyu planned to fool him first.
"Fathers can rest, but can people rest?"
Wei Zheng lectured solemnly: "They are still crowded in a small tent with no shelter from the wind and rain, how can they sleep as a father... ahem..."
As he spoke, Wei Zheng coughed violently.
Wei Shuyu hurriedly stepped forward and patted him on the back.
"Okay, okay, you win."
Wei Shuyu surrendered.
If he continues to be involved with Wei Zheng, he may not know how long it will take, and it will be bad if his condition worsens.
"Isn't it just a policy? I thought about the head office for you, right?"
Um?
Wei Zheng looked suspiciously: "Can you?"
"You go and rest first. I'll prepare it for you when you get up tomorrow."
Wei Shuyu took the pen and paper forcefully: "Don't say anything more. If you don't go to rest, I will burn them."
After finishing speaking, Wei Shuyu placed the manuscript written by Wei Zheng on the candle.
"..."
Under Wei Shuyu's repeated dissuasion, Wei Zheng could only obey.
