Wang Hai is not an outsider, his father trusts him, and so does Han You. He briefly explained what happened today in a few words, but did not mention the matter of a virtuous king and a virtuous minister.
It's not that Han You deliberately concealed it, he just felt that Zhou Yan was a child after all, and if something happened today or tomorrow, who knows if he would have any new interests or hobbies after a good night's sleep. Besides, the two of them were not special. Familiar, just go whoring together... wandering around the world together for a day.
"The little one was scared to death."
Wang Hai breathed a sigh of relief. He really thought that Han You had grown hair and was tied up by His Highness Prince You.
If this was the case, Wang Hai would definitely not say anything, grab Han You by the collar and run out of the city. After finding a fast horse to send Han You away, he would come back and tell Han Bairen to run away, and everyone would wander around the world together. Chase.
This is also the reason why Han Bairen returned to the capital from the border with only a few personal followers. Soldiers in the army, fighting the enemy together on the battlefield, friendship and life. The more people who have experienced life and death together, the more they know that there are some things. Friendship is more important than life.
The conduct of scholarly scholars is to establish the mind of the heaven and the earth, to establish the destiny of the people, and to continue their unique learning in the saints.
The conduct of soldiers in the army is nothing more than friendship. Going to the battlefield without regrets is the feeling of serving the country and the feelings of family and country. Sharing life and death with sincerity is the feeling of serving the robe and the robe of the army.
This friendship, whether at the border or in the army, or whether we take off our armor and sink our swords, will remain unchanged until death.
Han You and Wang Hai talked and laughed all the way back to Han Mansion.
Still waiting outside the Han Mansion, squatting there, always worried, afraid that my dear son would be beaten outside again.
Han You couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was not frozen three feet in a day. In his father's eyes, no matter how old he is, he will always be a child.
Han Bairen had just returned from work. The father and son returned to the back garden, and his father asked someone to warm a pot of wine.
Ichigoyuan of the mansion went out to the city today to visit the countryside. When he came back, he brought a fat chicken. The dining room was almost ready, and he was waiting for the eldest young master Han You to come back and have a good drink with him.
The fat chicken was served and the wine was warmed.
As for the chef in the kitchen, his cooking has two characteristics: simple and unpalatable.
The fat chicken is cooked in water, smeared with sauce, and then... nothing more, there is still a chicken butt missing when served.
"Come on, You'er, daddy wants to toast you first."
Han Bairen took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
"I've told you so many times, how can a father respect his son?"
Han You didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He took a sip and then put down the glass: "Dad, let me tell you something."
"Say." Han Bairen tore off the chicken wings and drumsticks respectively and put them on Han You's wooden plate.
"Dad doesn't like the fatness of chicken wings and drumsticks, so you can eat them."
Parents all over the world are like this. They want to give good things to their children. Not only do they have to give it, but they also have to find some reasons. They don’t like it, they don’t love it. There is no father who doesn’t like to eat chicken legs and wings, but they love it more. Just his own child.
Han You had eaten a lot of refreshments at Xianglai Pavilion, but he was not hungry. He put down the wine cup and looked at his father who was chewing the chicken head. He didn't know where to start.
In fact, the real problem is not that Dad offended some director of the Ministry of Industry or some idiot Shaoqing today. The root of the problem lies in Dad and his temper.
Even if today's matter is settled, my father will still offend people tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and those he offends will still be high officials in the court.
What is the Chaotang? Murder in the Chaotang is not bloody. Sometimes, when you die, you don't even know you were "killed", let alone who killed you.
After thinking for a while, Han You did not directly enter the topic, but said indirectly: "You are the governor of Jingzhao Mansion. Let me tell you what you think of people from all walks of life."
"What do you think?" Dad put down his wine glass: "Three hundred and sixty lines, and I curse my mother every time I go."
Han You: "..."
"It's not easy in the capital, it's not easy for the people. Dad, the governor of Jingzhao, knows it best. I understand what you mean. You don't want me to resign from this official position, right? Without this official position, I will become a common people and have to live a hard life. "
"You can't say that. What I mean is that your rank can be regarded as a high official in the court. You are a third-rank official, but your position is a bit special."
Han You hesitated for a moment and said tentatively: "Officials in Beijing usually go to each other after work to enhance their relationship. You are a third-grade official. If you have nothing to do, you can spend more time with officials from Liubujiu Temple. You can save money in the future. Caused a lot of trouble.”
Han Bairen chuckled and said, "It's not like you don't know your temper, Dad. You are lazy and have no time to deal with things other than people."
It was obvious that Han Bairen had no good impression of the officials of the Six Ministries and Nine Temples.
Han You almost choked to death at his father's words: "My child, I really can't understand why you have such disdain for other officials in the capital?"
"It's not that dad doesn't like them, it's that these idiots don't like dad. Dad is a martial artist. He knows nothing about those poems, lyrics, and songs. He can't even urinate in a pot."
"Too."
Han You was quite helpless. What his father said was right. Most of the other officials were civil servants, who could only speak and keep silent. His father raised the knife in his hand and put it on his head. He really couldn't move.
The previous emperor caused great harm to the huge country. When the new emperor ascended the throne, all businesses were waiting for prosperity. Naturally, he wanted to reuse capable ministers and officials. This is not to say that military generals are useless, but that military generals are stationed in various places at Zhechong Mansion and border gates, and there are many ways to govern the country. Civil servants are needed, and it is normal for civil servants to look down on generals when they are put in important positions.
"Yes, you used to have a general in the army named Huang..."
"Huang Youwei."
A trace of disdain flashed across the father's face: "This bitch has now become the left minister of the Ministry of War, with his tail raised to the sky."
"No, Wang Hai told me that Mr. Huang had people submit invitations to pay homage to him a few days ago. You can walk around with him more."
"If he doesn't move around, dad won't be ashamed of him."
Han You looked confused: "Wang Hai said Master Huang is quite good."
The servants in the mansion usually talked about this matter, and Han You also overheard some of it. Most of my father's military officers were generals, but most of them were in various places and at various border crossings. Only one Huang Youwei returned to the capital. And he did well and became the left minister of the Ministry of War.
Huang Youwei often came to the mansion to see Han Bairen, but was turned down every time.
In the past, Han You didn't take it seriously, but now his father is having a hard time in the officialdom. If he can move around more with the left minister of the Ministry of War, he will save a lot of trouble in the future.
"Not bad, not bad." When the father mentioned this, he became angry and said angrily: "How did Youer think he became the Zuo Shilang? It was not because of his mother-in-law. She was at the border back then and was about to leave the country in spring. During the war, Huang Youwei actually returned to the capital to get married. Bah, he was a treacherous man. Although he has risen to prominence since then, we old brothers have nothing to do with him anymore. Not to mention that becoming Zuo Shilang means becoming a prime minister. Fu, I still don’t like him.”
After a pause, the father sighed again, drank the wine in the glass, and then gave a wry smile.
"However, what Lao Huang said back then was correct. He returned to Beijing, got married, and joined the Ministry of War. Now, he has skyrocketed to the top. Not only has he been appointed as the left minister of the Ministry of War, he has countless fertile lands to his name, a huge fortune, and a man who loves him dearly. A wife, and a dutiful son four years older than him.”
"Yes, you have to choose your own path in life. If you choose the right one once and you become a successful person, even if you rely on your mother-in-law..."
Speaking of this, Han You was suddenly stunned and asked: "Wait a minute, how old did you say his son was?"
"Four years older than him, and his mother-in-law is nineteen years older than him."
"Second marriage?"
"Third marriage."
Han You's face was full of admiration: "Master Huang, is he so handsome?"
"This is why a father is not ashamed of himself as a human being. Huh, my generation in the army would go under the crotch of a mother-in-law for the sake of a future."
Han Bairen took a sip of wine and snorted with envy on his face: "Bah!"
Han You: "..."
It was obvious that Han Bairen was very disdainful of Huang Youwei, and he cursed and said: "Huang Youwei is the best at maneuvering. When he returned to the capital, he relied on his husband's family to get around, and then he took the post of a guard general in the palace. When performing martial arts, He fought randomly without forming a formation, fearing that others would take away his glory, and finally defeated several barbarians alone, making others think that he was brave and brave, and then he rose to prominence. Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, what a bad job!"
Han You suddenly realized that this man was really not a good guy. In a martial arts competition, Baoze relied on his combined efforts to defeat his opponent, but this man deliberately beat him up and let everyone else be defeated. In the end, he turned the tide by himself.
"Learn the arts of literature and martial arts, and become a member of the imperial family. Each person has his or her own way of living."
Han You smiled and said, "No wonder you look down on him."
Han Bairen curled his lips and said, "He has some shitty literary and martial arts skills. He only has a few boxing skills. That's all."
Han You couldn't help but wonder: "It must be very powerful to be able to defeat so many barbarians by one person. Who is better, you or him?"
"It's half a pound, but I made a few gestures in the army before."
"The results of it?"
"He gestures, daddy twice."
Han You: "..."
