The Prodigal Son of Zhenguan

"Pei Ji was exiled, Lawyer Pei died, the Puzhou Pei family collapsed, and the original Pei family's farm in Jingyang County also fell into our hands." Li Fu said to the tablet: "Li Fu, your revenge has been taken. You should hold your head high over there, because you are also the King of Jingyang in the Tang Dynasty.

However, you should meet the King of Han over there. Whether it is you or me, we are all fine."

As Li Fu spoke, he wiped the altar and replaced the tribute with fresh fruits that had just been brought in.

"This has always been a concern of mine. It always feels like a task that weighs on my shoulders. If this thing is not done, I always feel that there is a piece missing in my heart."

"Now, this piece is filled." Li Fu lowered his head and smiled: "At least between you and me, it is perfect."

"Next, it's still the same old story. I still have to shoulder the entire Jingyang Palace and continue to move forward. The spirit in heaven, bless me and let me accomplish more things."

Li Fu clasped his hands together and bowed.

"Please."

Li Fu's mood was complicated.

Originally, after becoming the King of Jingyang, he had a goal, which was to make those who had bullied him and his farmers pay the price.

With power and temporary forbearance, he finally got today, and the old hatred was avenged.

But after the revenge, what happened next?

Li Fu sat cross-legged on the cushion, looking at the tablet above, and gradually sank into his own thoughts.

Zhao San stood at the door of the ancestral hall, waiting and waiting, and estimated that more than half an hour had passed.

The door of the ancestral hall was still closed, and there was no movement inside.

Zhao San did not dare to disturb Li Fu.

He was anxious at the door.

His adoptive father had never told him about this situation?

My husband, what happened today?

Is it because of the old relationship with the Pei family? No, no, my adoptive father once said that Zhuangzi had a feud with the Pei family.

In that case, is the young master happy because the Pei family fell?

So happy that he wants to tell his ancestors?

That's not the case, right?

Zhao San racked his brains, but couldn't figure out the reason. He could only secretly blame himself for not being a competent housekeeper, and how could he not even understand his young master's thoughts.

It was time for lunch, and the kitchen staff in the house came to Zhao San to ask when the young master would eat.

Zhao San looked at the ancestral hall with the door closed.

Waiting like this was not a solution.

So he went up the steps, stood at the door of the ancestral hall, and knocked gently on the door of the ancestral hall, making a slight sound.

Li Fu sat on the mat and thought about the future. Time passed by without him noticing. He suddenly came to his senses when he heard this sound.

He must have been sitting here for a while.

He got up.

"Hiss~~" Li Fu took a breath of cold air, then pressed his right thigh with his right hand, and limped towards the door like a lame man dragging his sick leg.

His right leg was numb, as if countless ants were crawling on his leg, and he didn't dare to move at all, it was too sore.

Came to the door of the ancestral hall and opened it.

"My dear, it's getting late, I'm worried about you inside..." Zhao San said a little embarrassedly.

"What time is it now?"

"It's almost noon." Zhao San responded.

"Oh, it's time to eat, let's go and eat." Li Fu smiled.

Grinning, he limped down the stairs.

"My dear, what are you doing..." Zhao San was puzzled when he saw his husband like this.

How could he worship his ancestors in the ancestral hall and make his leg lame?

"Numb." Li Fu said, biting his back teeth.

After feeling a little relieved, Li Fu stamped his feet on the ground.

A short pain is worse than a long one.

He grimaced again.

"Okay, let's go."

Li Fu barely recovered.

After dinner, Li Fu went to the courtyard of the study and lay on the rocking chair under the corridor.

What's the point of taking a hundred steps after dinner? In this hot day, life lies in stillness.

Zhao San stood beside him and reported to Li Fu about the affairs of the mansion.

"In Huizhou, Zhao Da, the shopkeeper, wrote a letter saying that he may not be able to return to Chang'an this year."

Li Fu nodded slightly.

"It's normal that he can't come back. There are many things over there, and they are complicated. He can't do without the shopkeeper." Li Fu said, "I understand. Write him a letter and ask him to take care of his health over there and not tire himself out. He should pay attention to training helpers. There are too many things to do, and he can't carry them all by himself. When things are not done, he can relax himself."

"Yes." Zhao San responded.

Zhao Fu has been in Huizhou for a year and a half. It is normal that he cannot return to Chang'an for the time being. Although running a tea house there is not from scratch, it is a branch of the group to open a branch and send people there to open a business.Expanding the market and production scale, how can this be done in a short time?

Not to mention a year or two, even three to five years is very likely.

Chang'an and Huizhou are not close, so why bother to go back and forth just to come back to see each other and settle accounts.

Generals are not subject to the orders of the king when they are away, not to mention those who do business, there are things on hand one after another, and they can't finish them.

"It's hot, I have to go back to the farm, there are still a lot of things to do in the farm, and I have been lazy for a few days in Chang'an City." Li Fu said: "Here in the mansion, all the big and small things are left to you, do a good job, don't let Lao Zhao down, there are so many people in the mansion, it's not easy for him to concentrate on training you."

Zhao San heard the words and bowed his hands.

"Don't worry, my lord. I will not disappoint you and my adoptive father."

"I will write a visiting card this afternoon. Please send it to the Duke of Ying's mansion." Li Fu said.

"Yes."

Thinking about it, Li Fu got up and went into the study.

He had to write a letter to Li Shao before he could leave Chang'an and return to Zhuangzi. If they exchanged letters in the future, they would have to send it to Zhuangzi.

It was impossible for Li Fu to stay in Chang'an for a long time. There were so many things waiting for him to do in Zhuangzi.

It was just that I had no idea when I heard Shitou coming from Zhuangzi to send a letter or when I heard him describe the current progress of Zhuangzi. It was better to go back and see it in person.

When the ink dried, Li Fu put the letter into an envelope and handed it to Zhao San.

The next meeting between the two might have to wait until Li Fu came to Chang'an again.

In the letter, Li Fu also invited Li Shao to visit Zhuangzi in Jingyang County if it was convenient.

In addition to the letter to Li Shao, there were also letters that Li Fu wanted to send to the palace.

He promised Li Shimin and the children that when he returned to the manor, he would take the children with him to escape the heat in the summer.

In the palace, Li Shimin estimated that when the hottest time came, he would also take the queen and concubines to Jiucheng Palace.

As for Da'an Palace, the newly built Da'an Palace was eight blocks ahead of the low and humid Taiji Palace in terms of living comfort.