Just two intersections away from Gaofu, Gao Zhang saw his biological father, Gao Qiu, strolling by the roadside with his hands behind his back, followed by his followers.
Still not understanding why his biological father was here, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart and galloped forward.
"The child has seen his father."
Looking at this sensible, well-behaved and filial son, Gao Qiu showed a kind smile and pointed to the Cai River not far ahead.
"If you're interested, let's go with dad. Dad has something to say and wants to have a good chat with you..."
Gao Zhang nodded obediently, understanding what his biological father meant. Niang's Huang was a person who was prone to random thoughts, so it was better to communicate in advance.
There are two fathers and sons, one is tall and strong, and the other is still a child. However, the older one is older and the younger one is younger. The elder wears purple and the younger wears scarlet.
Coupled with the large number of people accompanying him, the people in Tokyo naturally stayed away from him.
But there are still countless pairs of curious eyes looking this way, pointing.
Soon, someone recognized the father and son, mainly because Gao Zhang, a young man in Fei uniform, was too eye-catching.
Fortunately, the father and son were walking along the river without any interference.
"Father, do you want to talk to your child about today's official appointment of your child to host the reception of the Liao envoy?"
Not far away, Gao Zhang took the initiative to start.
"Exactly, my father knows that my son is resourceful and smart enough to receive the Liao envoys.
Although it seems to be good for your future, my father also talked to you at home about what the Liao envoys came to do this time..."
As a good father, he knows that although his son is young, he has great abilities.
Therefore, Gao Qiu would go home and discuss all the affairs of the court with Gao Zhang if he found them interesting.
And before, we had talked about how if the Song Dynasty really agreed to the rude request of the Liao envoy, the officials would inevitably be poked in the spine by the people of the world and scolded as a coward.
As for the official who is responsible for hosting the reception, he usually picks a scapegoat, well, the kind that will be thrown away after use.
But I never expected that Zhang'er clearly understood this truth, but yet he took on this important task without hesitation.
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In Gao Qiu's eyes, his own son was a Wenquxing who would do great things in the future. How could he be tainted with such political stains at such a young age?
"Father, my son was able to win the first prize, be entrusted with the important task of armaments reform, and be able to receive this honor within less than half a year of being an official, all because of the favor of the officials."
"Although the officials keep asking for the child's opinion, when all the officials are afraid to retreat, can the child refuse?"
Gao Qiu paused and looked at this handsome young man with a childish face, but he spoke in a coherent manner, leaving him, a father, speechless.
But when I think about my own literary star, his reputation may be damaged due to this incident, and even at a young age, he may have to bear the reputation of traitor.
Gao Qiu really had the urge to replace him with his own body.
But he also knew the character of that official very well. If he really wanted to do that, it would only make the official feel evil.
"It's all your fault for those two damn sycophants. Originally, my father thought they were very protective of you, but they didn't do this today."
He saw his own father jumping around in front of him, cursing at Wu Zhizhong and Chen Shilang.
Gao Zhang originally wanted to explain that it was most likely under the orders of the officials, but considering his father's emotional instability.
Instead of letting him hate Hun Jun, he would rather hate the two rites ministers for their shamelessness. Anyway, they never got along with their biological father, and even if they were scolded a few times, they wouldn't fall off.
After Taiwei Gao cursed and vented his anger, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart when he looked at Aiko in front of him.
"It's just that this will cause you a lot of trouble, Zhang'er..."
"If a child can have a father to protect him from the wind and rain, what kind of suffering can a child have to suffer?"
"Actually, I think that since this matter is already the worst outcome, if there is any way or opportunity to solve the problem.
In this way, not only will the Great Song Dynasty be able to make a comeback, but the child will also be able to get rid of his father's worries just now, and maybe even reach a higher level..."
Looking at the expression of the person in front of him, there was no hint of depression, but Zhang'er looked calm and composed.
Gao Qiu couldn't help but recall that above the court, Zhang'er faced the civil and military officials of the court, as well as the officials.
Talking about how he would face the Liao envoy like this really made Gao Qiu, who originally loved his son, feel his heart skip a beat.
My beloved son can always make surprises, and that's right. It was only under the protection of his ancestors that such a literary star was born.
Thinking of this, Gao Qiu stretched out his big hand, patted Gao Zhang's shoulder and showed a happy smile.
"As expected of a literary star who was able to write "Ode to Chinese Youth", he still has such ambitions at this time. Dad is not as good as you..."
At this moment, the setting sun was shining slantly on the bank of Cai River, and also on Gao Zhang's young face.
Gao Qiu couldn't help but recall Zhang'er's passage in "Youth of the Song Dynasty".
"Old people are like the setting sun, young people are like the morning sun; old people are like barren cows, young people are like suckling tigers..."
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Back in the mansion, the family of three was enjoying themselves, eating and chatting. Mrs. Huang looked at her sweet-mouthed son with satisfaction.
"The officials are so kind to us, Zhang'er. Zhang'er, who is only eleven years old, has three official positions from the sixth rank alone.
There is a living room master, a weapons supervisor and a young supervisor, and now there is a Honglu Temple Prime Minister, and a writer who is from the fifth rank, darling..."
After muttering to this point, Madam Huang couldn't help but whisper in Gao Qiu's ear.
"My husband's promotion rate back then was not even as fast as Zhang'er's."
"Haha, that's natural. You are not as good as Zhang'er as a husband. In fact, madam, you have also missed a more important official position, the Zhishi Guan."
"Don't underestimate it. The Zhishi Museum is one of the official positions. It lasts for one to two years, and then it is entrusted with important tasks and can be promoted to higher ranks. Later, it was also awarded as a special enlargement to foreign officials..."
Madam Huang's bright eyes suddenly widened, she glanced at Zhang'er who was eating, and then turned her head to look at her husband Gao Qiu.
"Husband, what you mean is that our Zhang'er will be promoted, and it will be super promoted?"
Gao Qiu nodded quietly, and his wife, Huang, was so excited that she couldn't help but close her eyes, and sighed happily and contentedly.
"Our Zhang'er is so awesome that I don't even know how to praise you."
"In this case, I have to go and thank my ancestors for their blessings. I hope they will keep Zhang'er safe and free from disasters and diseases..."
After hearing what his wife Huang said, Gao Qiu's face darkened. He was about to persuade her politely, but when he thought of the burden Zhang'er had taken on today.
"My lady is right. Zhang'er, have you eaten? After eating, let's go as a family to burn incense sticks to our ancestors and pay our respects."
"ah……"
(End of chapter)
