Chapter 38

"Master," the housekeeper said with a smile, "the third prince has come to interview you."

Zhou Fu's brush on the paper pauses, leaving a black mark on the rice paper, which breaks the harmony of the whole work.

But now Zhou's father doesn't care about this at all. He casually puts aside the brush full of ink and turns to walk out.

"Put away the things on the table," he said softly.

"I see," the housekeeper bowed.

Even if you have seen the magnificent palace, wooden. Song Ci was still amazed by the scenery of Zhou Fu.

Pavilions, false water, mountains and rocks, all with the graceful Jiangnan region, and the north of the rough and broad.

Looking at the person who was leading slowly, Zhou's father quickly showed a smile on his face and quickly welcomed him.

"See the third prince," said Zhou's father, but he was quickly stopped by Song Ci.

"Uncle, you don't have to be like this," the third prince said in a low voice. His eyes flashed a little disapproval. "Now you are not in the deep palace, and no one else is gossiping. Why do you tangle in such vulgar rites?"

Listening to Song Ci's words, the smile on Zhou's father's face became more and more sincere.

"Etiquette can't be abolished," Zhou's father didn't push the boat along the river to answer song's words. Instead, he lightly evaded the support of the other party and insisted.

Song Ci helplessly looked at him and could only let him do the whole ceremony.

"Why are you here today?" Zhou's father asked in a low voice with some doubts.

Song Ci took a look at him, with a little shy smile on his face.

"Uncle," Song Ci called softly, "I'm here today to discuss something with you."

Zhou's father's eyebrows beat slightly and his face sank.

"What's the matter? Is there someone in the court planning to play some sinister tricks behind the scenes? Or what is ningwang going to do? " Zhou's father asked seriously.

Song Ci was silent for a moment, and he felt more and more that he couldn't talk about his love affairs.

His fingers moved, pressing down the eagerness in his heart.

This matter needs to be considered in the long run. Song Ci tells himself in his heart.

"King Ning is now unscrupulous," Song Ci said in a solemn low voice. "He has been preaching new training methods in the army. I don't know if it will have any impact on us."

Listening to Song Ci's worry, Zhou's father nodded and looked at him with admiration.

"I don't know what your staff think of this?" Zhou's father asked softly.

Song Ci's eyes quickly crossed a trace of embarrassment. He coughed lightly and said euphemistically, "no, I want to know what my uncle thinks."

Zhou's father's eyes quickly across a glimmer of pride, had slightly bowed down the waist is quickly straight up.

"How about going to the study?" Zhou's father asked softly.

Song Ci's eyes swept past the people who were waiting beside him. He pursed his lips and nodded.

"It's my thoughtlessness," Song Ci said in a low voice, with a trace of chagrin in his eyes.

Because of his attitude, Zhou's father looked at him more and more kindly.

Suddenly came to the dark room, Song Ci couldn't help but squint, quiet for a while to slowly adapt to the brightness of the room.

"Uncle is really elegant," the third prince said, looking at the paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall. "This should be Mr. Lanting's real work."

Zhou's father's line of sight along the direction of his fingers looked in the past, eyes quickly across a trace of pride.

"It's really Mr. Lanting's real work," said Zhou Fu with a smile. "It's hard for me to get it."

The third prince nodded a little and soon turned away from the topic.

"It's not a matter of one or two days for King Ning to support his troops and respect himself," Zhou's father said with emotion. "It's just that he used to be quiet and peaceful, and no one has ever said anything."

"However, his bold reform and new training methods have already made the people in the court panic. Your highness, wait a moment. Someone will sue the king of Ning in three days!" Zhou's father said in a crisp manner, with a firm expression.

Just talking about King Ning, he couldn't help but think of his rebellious daughter who still lives in King Ning's house, and the training method she tossed out. His face suddenly became more and more ugly.

He shook his head gently, and looked at the person sitting in front of him with some complicated eyes.

He didn't notice Zhou's father looking at himself. Song Ci raised his hand and touched his clean chin, quietly thinking about the meaning of his words.

"Does my uncle want me to hold still?" Song Ci asked in a low voice.

Zhou's father shook his head and explained softly under the puzzled eyes of Song Ci, "it's not advisable to move."

Listening to his contradictory suggestions, Song Ci couldn't help but frown and look at him blankly.In the end, he was still younger. Zhou's father shook his head in his heart and sighed softly.

But the third prince's youth is his chance. Only those who don't know anything need other people's advice, can they have the chance to earn the dragon's work!

"Although your majesty doesn't believe in King Ning, he has to rely on each other because of his troops," Zhou's father said little by little. "This is your Highness's chance."

"You can quietly solve some difficulties for your Majesty on weekdays, but you must remember not to rush forward!"

"If your majesty asks about your attitude towards King Ning, your highness can tell the truth."

"Although your majesty is the father of your highness, he is more of a king of a country!"

Listening to Zhou's father's inculcation, looking at his sincere eyes, Song Ci's eyes quickly moved.

"I see," Song Ci said in a low voice, looking at Zhou's father's eyes more intimate.

Sensitive to the change of Song Ci's attitude, Zhou Fu's face appeared a bit of color.

"I didn't think my uncle's analysis of the present form of the imperial court was so accurate," Song Ci said with emotion. "It really surprised me."

Zhou's father's expression didn't change because of Song Ci's praise. He nodded slowly and made an expert appearance.

"Your Highness is ridiculous," said Zhou's father, shaking his head, pointing to the scenery outside the window and smiling. "Do you have time to see the scenery with me?"

Song Ci nodded his head cleanly, and the bright yellow belt on his waist made a long mark in the air because of the action of turning around, and finally fell down slowly.

"Let's go," Song Ci said, calmly walking in the front.

Zhou's father quietly followed him. His emotions were complicated. After a long time, he slowly vomited a mouthful of turbid Qi?