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Chapter 121 : My Son Has the Makings of a Grand Secretary
"It's been almost half a year since the eldest left. The exams should be over by now, right? I wonder how he did?"
"It's not peaceful outside these days. I hope he doesn't run into any bandits."
Time passed quickly, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
Qingchi County, Qingzhou.
A middle-aged woman looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with longing, a worried expression on her face.
Wе̊ b nȯv̇ ёl̀ Е n̆ üm̃а
Beside her, a middle-aged man with a long beard and a well-proportioned figure was personally watering an old tree that looked quite aged.
"Hmph!"
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"Why bother with him? Doesn't he have plenty of skills?"
He snorted coldly, his face seemingly resentful. "He sure ran off quickly! He didn't listen to me. I'd like to see what kind of name he can make for himself."
The woman shot him a look, half helpless, half placating. "You... don't you know his temper?"
"He's always been one to yield to soft tactics but not to hard ones. You just had to be stubborn with him."
Е́n̂u m а̂. і̊d̈
"Besides, didn't he go to take the imperial examination because he listened to you?"
Her son and husband were both stubborn. They were always fighting, and she was caught in the middle, helpless.
Old Ming's beard bristled with anger. "Hmph, what do you mean, being stubborn with him? Where is the logic in a father giving in to his son?!"
"The eldest isn't wrong sometimes."
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"Hmph, those are all fallacies, all sophistry! I don't know who he takes after, so glib-tongued."
The woman looked at her husband's stubborn appearance and couldn't help but shake her head and smile. "This tree of his, don't you always come to take care of it..."
Én.ūm̆а̌
The father and son actually had a good relationship; they were just stubborn with their words.
One wanted to control, the other didn't want to be controlled.
Old Ming pouted. "Hmph! He likes this tree, but he left so abruptly and doesn't even know how to take care of it. When he comes back and sees it withered, he'll blame it on me again. You be my witness, so he doesn't smash my walnuts."
"The servants can take care of it."
Old Ming: "..."
After a moment of silence,
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The man looked up at the sky and sighed softly. "With this kid not at home... it's really a bit lonely..."
He muttered under his breath, "He's been gone for half a year and hasn't even sent a letter back."
The woman leaned against him, as if she had thought of something, and said softly, "The eldest is not young anymore. Regardless of whether he succeeds in the imperial examination or not, shouldn't we arrange a marriage for him? After Qingyuan, I'll go visit a few young ladies' families..."
"It's snowing, it's snowing~"
A boy and a girl, about ten years old and as if carved from powder, came running and jumping.
"Dad, Mom~ what are you doing?"
Еṅ u ṁ а
The woman picked up the little girl, pinched her cheek, and said with a smile, "Your dad misses your brother~"
"Nonsense! Why would I miss that annoying kid?!"
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"You two do your homework properly. Don't learn from him."
The girl's eyes sparkled, as if with anticipation. "Brother? Mom, when is my brother coming back?"
Suddenly, the boy tugged at the woman's sleeve and pointed to the sky. "Mom, Dad, look... isn't that brother's Fuyao?"
Following his gaze,
E_n.ǔ m̈ а̃
Snowflakes fluttered. A fairy-like, pure white little bird danced in the sky and landed on the old tree that the one who had left home loved the most.
...
"My son passed the metropolitan examination?"
"My son has become a high-ranking official?"
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Snowflakes fell one by one. The pure white bird stood on a branch of the old tree, tilted its head, and seemed a little curious.
Following its gaze, the middle-aged man's body trembled, and a strange smile appeared on his dazed face.
Е̃ n u m а
"Hahaha~ My Ming family has made it!"
"My son has become a high-ranking official~"
"I knew it! How could the seed of me, Ming Dongting, be bad!"
"I said it long ago, my son has the makings of a Grand Secretary of the Cabinet."
"Hahaha, may the ancestors bless us! My Ming family has also produced a high-ranking official~"
"Find Old Bai... I want to hold a banquet! I want to hold a banquet!"
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Wild laughter echoed through the Ming Mansion.
Joy surged in his heart. Ming Dongting couldn't suppress his emotions at all. He kept tilting his head back and laughing wildly.
While laughing, he tapped the boy's head. "Learn more from your brother!"
There was no trace of the cursing and swearing from just now.
The boy: ?
His mother, upon hearing this, couldn't help but have her eyes well up with tears, and she murmured with great relief, "Good... good..."
Ẁеb n о vеl̇ Ӗ nu mǎ
A mother would naturally be proud of her son.
"My brother has become a high-ranking official?"
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"My brother has become a high-ranking official!"
"Oh~~~"
The little girl spread her arms and ran around the courtyard, her smile like a flower.
How could one not return home after achieving wealth and honor?
Ê ňŭ ḿа . i̊d
Even outsiders in the capital knew of his fame. He had to let his parents at home know.
Ming Chen didn't want to hide anything from his parents. He omitted the arrogant and bold parts and sent home what he had done and achieved in the capital.
A letter from a wandering son returned home, and joyful laughter warmed the falling snow.
...
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That day, after exposing Wang Liu's identity, the two had a drink and talked.
He never came again after that.
Е n u m̀a
He had clearly said he wanted to latch onto a powerful figure, but now he no longer thought of having Ming Chen promote him.
Snow fell heavily. The pure white bird returned from afar, the peach blossom branch tied to its leg swaying with the wind.
"The weather is cold. Has my little Fuyao been frozen?"
Ming Chen accurately caught the little bird, wiped the remaining snow from her body, stroked her little head, and said gently.
"Mmm~"
"That's right~ Young Master~ Sob, sob, sob~"
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"So cold, so cold, so cold~"
"I can't take it anymore~ I'm frozen~"
The bird was a demon with superb magical powers, impervious to heat and cold. How could she be frozen by this wind and snow?
However, after hearing Ming Chen's words, she lay limply in his palm, looking sickly.
But her little eyes darted around, glinting with a bit of cunning. "What compensation is Young Master going to give me?"
Ming Chen could naturally tell whether she was faking it or not.
Е.nu m̄ӓ . ĭ ḋ
But he still went along with her and said with a smile, "Whatever Fuyao wants, Young Master will give you."
"Really~"
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"Really!"
"Hehe~"
The bird revived on the spot, rubbed against Ming Chen, her eyes full of affection.
Ming Chen lowered his eyes and asked again, "Are my father and mother well?"
Е̃ n̄.ů mа̊_
"They're fine, they're fine~ They said they're going to hold a banquet!"
"How's the old thing?"
The little bird shook its claws at Ming Chen. The peach blossom on a section of the branch still hadn't bloomed. "Grandpa Tree is also fine. He even taught her some things."
This peach blossom demon and the old tree at home were both trees, so it was a professional match.
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That's why Ming Chen had Fuyao take her back for the old thing to see.
While answering Ming Chen, the little bird took out a letter and handed it to him.
Е_n ü m̌ а̀
Ming Chen opened the letter. It just had a short sentence written on it: "My son, you don't need to worry about home. Just do what you want to do."
It looked very carefree, but it was unknown if the person could really hold it together.
This was clearly written by his father.
And his mother must have wanted to nag more, but he had stopped her.
Ming Chen smiled and put the letter away.
...
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Time passed quickly, and another half a month went by.
The weather grew colder. The snow had been accumulating for a long time, and it had been falling heavily for the past few days.
But today seemed a little different from usual. Red lanterns hung all over the streets. The falling snow had also stopped, and the sun was bright. It was a rare good day.
The pedestrians on the street wore thick cotton-padded jackets, but their faces were smiling, and they would greet everyone they met.
The new year had arrived. It was the Qingyuan Festival of Great Qian.
The most important festival of the year, the Qingyuan Festival, was similar to the Spring Festival of Ming Chen's previous life.
Ẽ ñ ůḿ.а̌ .і́ d
The common people lived without any great goals, just to live well. They always needed something to look forward to.
Festivals were not a burden, but a cultural tradition passed down, a beautiful expectation for the new year.
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Even people in poor areas would clean their houses and cook some good food, praying for a better new year.
Not to mention this prosperous and lively capital city.
There were even some performances on the streets.
It was completely invisible that this country had just ended a war, was beset by internal and external troubles, and was in a precarious situation.
Е n um̆à .ĭd
Ming Mansion, the capital.
The child's little face was flushed from the cold. She was rubbing snow in her hands, building it up bit by bit, making the snowman soldier in front of her more realistic and full. Finally, she stuck an old flag in its hand, the tassel on the flag swaying in the cold wind.
Old Ghost: ...
Shushu was pulled by the bird to do hard labor, vigorously rubbing snowballs on the ground.
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And the bird was grabbing the snowballs, soaring freely in the sky.
"Halt, you black cat, take this!"
Wė b̃ n̊ о̆ v е̄ ľ Е̌ ǹum̀ а̄
Victory belongs to the Bird and Rat Special Forces!
A snowball drew a perfect arc in the air, accurately hitting the black cat sunbathing on the eaves.
The elegant cat shook its head, casually swiped its front paw, and shattered the snowball bomb thrown by the white bird.
Putting aside the turmoil of the dynasty, this small family was very harmonious.
And in the room, white steam rose, dispelling some of the winter chill. Two people sat opposite each other.
"Hahaha, Brother Chen, you can always come up with some strange things."
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Ling Yu looked at the boiling hot soup in the pot, the meat slices tumbling in it, and the hot and spicy wind rushing to her face.
This was hot pot, a special dish launched by Xiang Man Lou in winter, which was quite popular among the people of the capital.
Without guessing, Ling Yu knew that it must have been invented by the person in front of her.
Ming Chen picked up his chopsticks and said with a chuckle, "Sister, try it. This is the latest version. Others can't eat it."
The chefs of Xiang Man Lou had tested many versions with the customers, done a lot of experiments, and finally settled on the seasoning ratio for the hot pot that Ming Chen and Ling Yu were having now.
"Good, good, good~"
Е̃n̆ u̇ ḿa .i d
"Brother Chen, try the green plum wine I brought too!"
"Today, we won't go home until we're drunk~"
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The dazed sister was not disguised as a man, nor was she wearing the beautiful attire from the day the examination results were announced.
She was just wearing a simple, form-fitting black outfit, dragging a jar of wine over, her eyes shining as she looked at Ming Chen. "Today, we won't go home until we're drunk!"
Ming Chen was the closest person to her in this city, bar none. It was only natural that she wanted to spend this Qingyuan Festival with Ming Chen.
And...
Е n u.m̄ ӑ.і d
It was unknown if it was because of the steam from the hot pot or some other reason, but the dazed sister's face was flushed.
After a cup of wine, she seemed to have remembered something and said to Ming Chen, "Brother Chen, I have received the order to transfer. In half a month, I will lead the army south to annihilate the rebels."
"Will you go with me then?"
(End of Chapter)
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