Chapter 114 Why are you greedy for life and afraid of death?
When Shen Qingzhou arrived at the Taiwei Mansion, he failed to go straight back to his room for the first time. Instead, he asked the guard on duty at the door: "Where is the Taiwei?"
The guard quickly pointed in the direction of the study: "A while ago, the Taiwei invited Mr. Taiwei to teach the Second Young Master his homework. Now, the Taiwei is still giving guidance to the Second Young Master in the study."
As he spoke, he secretly looked at Shen Qingzhou, and he didn't know how much courage he mustered to answer these words.
Shen Qingzhou glanced indifferently towards the study room, and then walked over.
The servant who happened to be walking out of the study on the way saw him. After being stunned for a moment, he hurriedly saluted and called "elder master", then turned around and ran back to report.
In the study, Shen Bo was holding a few pages written by Shen Zhui, his brows already knitted into knots.
There are only horizontal and vertical ones left. Can this be called a word?
Shen Bo himself was selected as a Jinshi at a young age, so he naturally had a good fortune. Naturally, he is qualified to comment on his handwriting.
From the moment he got these pages, Shen Zhui stared at him eagerly. At this time, he was silent for a long time, and his face fell: "Is what I wrote ugly? Is it not as good as my elder brother?" ?”
Shen Bo took a long, slow breath, put down the paper, and said: "It doesn't matter if you start late, practice hard. As time goes by, you will always make progress."
Shen Qingzhou started writing when he was less than six years old. Although he never took the imperial examination because of his frailty, he could write beautiful running script when he was eleven or twelve years old. Regular script is no worse than any other disciple of his generation. How can this compare?
Shen Zhui bit his lip and stared at the ground for a moment. Then he took back the papers on the table. After looking at them twice, he crumpled them into a big ball and threw in the waste paper. box.
Then he walked quickly to the bookshelf. After a while of looking around, he took out a book of poems, tucked it under his arm, and hurried out of the house.
As soon as he crossed the threshold, he bumped into Shen Qingzhou.
Shen Qingzhou frowned and brushed his hand a few times at the hem of his clothes that he had bumped into.
Shen Zhui said loudly: "What are you dusting? I haven't rolled over the cesspit!"
The guard who followed behind him almost didn't stop. A puff was caught at the bottom of his throat and turned into a cough.
Shen Qingzhou only glanced at him and walked into the house.
As soon as he appeared, Shen Bo's eyes fell on him.
It wasn't until Shen Qingzhou walked into the room, stood in front of him, and looked over across the desk that Shen Bo said, "Is something wrong?"
After speaking, he looked at the servant at the door.
The servant didn't know what he knew, so he quickly coaxed Shen Chai, who was holding the door open to look inside, to go away.
There were only father and son in the house.
"Official business." Shen Qingzhou put the things he brought on the case. "The Ministry of Revenue is responsible for handing over food and wages to Hu Yucheng's army today. You should know about this, right?"
Shen Bo frowned and nodded: "Of course I know."
"I went to the dock. I was asked to give these to you."
Shen Bo first picked up the stubs of the popular documents, and then picked up the letter written by Lu Jia. This time his brows actually wrinkled.
"Is there any other evidence?"
"No more. But I think there should be a way to find out if you want it."
Shen Qingzhou's eyes fell directly on his father's face.
Shen Bo was speechless for a long time. Then he turned his face away. "The Yan family's position in the government is very important. Since you don't have complete evidence, it is pointless."
"You are the only current prince who can compete with the Yan family. I believe that you can get any evidence you want."
"You think highly of me." Shen Bo picked up the book on the table, "I am just a mortal. I can't do anything that others can't do."
"Of course you can!" Shen Qingzhou's loud words contained a hint of coldness, "You defended the northwest with all your strength, and gained the emperor's trust. Now you are the most popular lieutenant, the mainstay.
"As long as you are determined to deal with the Yan family, you will definitely be able to muster great strength to eradicate evil for the imperial court and avenge my mother who did not deserve to die." You can obviously do it, so why are you greedy for life and afraid of death? ”
His voice echoed in the room filled with bookshelves and even floated out of the door and windows.
Shen Zhui, who had just been coaxed back to his yard, turned around and looked over when he heard the sound.
In the study, Shen Bo still held the scroll and remained motionless.
"Who is not afraid of death?" He looked over, "I said, I am just a mortal."
Shen Qingzhou looked at him and sneered.
"Of course I know you are a mortal. Just the fact that you raised an illegitimate child in the battlefield behind your mother's back is enough to prove that you are no good.
"The current prosperity of the country and the people is the result of your hard work with thousands of soldiers. If you think it's nothing great, you can naturally continue to watch the Yan family harm the country and the people.
"I have already brought you the words, and the rest is up to you."
After saying that, he stopped talking and turned towards the door.
"Stop."
"That's right."
The father and son spoke almost at the same time.
Shen Qingzhou turned around, ignored his father's call, and said: "Let that idiot stay away from me in the future. I don't care how you teach him and raise him, but I don't want to see him. He is not mine. , has nothing to do with me.”
It wasn't until his figure disappeared from the door that Shen Bo withdrew his gaze and put down the book.
The hand covered by the scroll turned out to be covered with veins.
He stroked it calmly twice and picked up the letter and stub on the desk again.
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Beside the corridor leading to the east courtyard, Shen Zhui hid behind the dense flowers, watching Shen Qingzhou striding past, and then slowly leaned out.
"Why is he so angry?"
He muttered to himself in confusion. "Who provoked him again? Is it just because I bumped into him? That's not the case, right? If you want to blame, blame me. Why is he yelling at his father?"
"Second Young Master, let's go back to the room!"
The boy following behind couldn't help but urge him again and again. "Don't worry about what the eldest son does. The eldest son has always been in charge of this family. He naturally has his own reasons for whatever he does."
"I want you to talk more!"
Shen Zhui stared at him.
But after seeing Shen Qingzhou gone away, he still returned to the room angrily.
Also on the table is the book of poems written by Shen Qingzhou that he had taken out from Shen Bo's study.
Although his father comforted him before, could he still hear that his father just said that his handwriting was not as good as that freak's?
He took the poem in his hand, opened it and read a few pages. When he saw the handsome handwriting above, he was so angry that he held his head and screamed:
"This is actually what he wrote!
"He actually wrote this?
“I’m so angry!
"It doesn't matter that he is so good at martial arts, he can swing such a heavy square halberd at will, and his handwriting is so good!
"He can also compose poetry?
"Let no one live anymore!"
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