Chapter 909

"Your royal brothers have their use naturally, but you can't just slacken off and watch it for 15 years," Zhong Zhiheng said, suddenly saying as he paused, "the day after tomorrow is your royal examination. Then you will follow me to meet the Jinshi of this year. One is to open your eyes, and the other is to have some future pillars of the country. I think it's good that you can get to know each other."

"But my son is still going to the study," Zhong Mingrong said with a puzzled face. "If he doesn't skip class, he will have to fight against my son again."

"You don't have to go to the study to study any more," said Zhong Zhiheng, holding Zhong Mingrong's hand and letting him sit beside him, and then he said to him in a deep voice, "no matter how much you learn in the book, it's not as good as your own practice. You're 15 years old, and I should arrange some work for you. Don't just be a little kid, you know?"

"Yes, my son obeys," said Zhong Mingrong, nodding busily. He stared at the chess board with big, dark eyes, and then, with his lips closed, he said timidly, "father, my son will not be a very young child. Will you let him play chess with you? Are you still allowed to repent? "

"Ha ha, you stinky boy!" Zhong Zhiheng was stunned at first, then he laughed. He rubbed the back neck of Zhong Mingrong with his hand and said, "if you can't do your job well, don't say it's repentance, I will make you repentance!"

"Hahaha! Father, you are joking with your children! " Zhong Mingrong "chuckles" and falls into Zhong Zhiheng's arms. He looks at Zhong Zhiheng with his eyes bent and looks at him. He wants to scold him again. He is too busy to hold his arm and pity Baba tunnel. "Father and emperor, don't think that his son is like a prince. His son is going to work in the dynasty tomorrow. He should be as serious as other brothers. This evening, you will let him play coquetry ? Please father! "

"You little thing," Zhong Zhiheng laughed at his poor look, but he was very hurt. He clapped Zhong Mingrong's arm and said, "as long as there is no one else in the future, only when we are two, Mingrong can continue to be a little child."

"My son knows that he loves his son the most!" Zhong Mingrong was stunned at first, and then he was excited to see red circles around his eyes. He was about to cry. He was so busy that he plunged his head into Zhong Zhiheng's arms.

"You child." Zhong Zhiheng shook his head helplessly and lovingly.

"Long live, commander Jiang." Zhao Ruhai came in with a curtain, respectfully saying.

"Let him in," said Zhong Zhiheng, patting Zhong Mingrong in his arms. "Mingrong, go back first."

"Yes, my son will not disturb my father," said Zhong Mingrong, who was so busy that he put on his shoes obediently, rubbed his red eyes, and said worriedly to Zhong Zhiheng, "father, will you promise my son not to stay up late?" While saying, Zhong Mingrong pointed to the cup of lotus seed tea ceremony on the small table, "I see you drink lotus seed tea every day to refresh my mind, and I feel terrible in my heart."

"Then Mingrong must do well. If Mingrong can share my worries, the burden on my shoulders will naturally be lighter, and I won't have to stay up late in the morning." Zhong Zhiheng said with a smile.

"Yes, my son must not let his father down!" Zhong Mingrong took a deep breath and then said word for word. After that, he bowed to Zhong Zhiheng and then turned away.

Zhong Zhiheng looked at his manly back and couldn't help puckering his lips. Unconsciously, he took the cup of tea and sent it to his mouth. As soon as he smelled the fragrance of lotus, he was stunned and put the cup of tea back.

"Ruhai, cook me some tranquil soup." Zhong Zhiheng is opposite Zhao ruhaidao standing at the door.

"Yes, I do." Zhao Ruhai was so busy that he bowed down and met Jiang Bairen, who had just entered the hall.

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