Chapter 15 What's Wrong with His Royal Highness Prince Jin?

"Dad, you fell asleep again?"

There had been no trouble these few days, and Deng Qianqiu would go to the small hall every morning after getting up.

The Deng family only had a small courtyard, so there was naturally no dedicated study room, so my father Deng Jian read in the small hall.

It's reasonable for a son to care about his father.

Deng Jian was a book lover, but reading only a few scriptures and Cheng and Zhu's annotations every day was indeed boring.

Many times, while watching, I couldn’t help feeling sleepy.

This made Deng Qianqiu very worried. He looked at his father with heartache. Seeing his father working so hard, Deng Qianqiu could empathize with him.

Carefully tidying up Deng Jian's desk, he said with concern, "Dad, this won't do. If you keep going like this, you won't be able to handle it. Studying requires getting twice the result with half the effort."

Deng Jian just smiled calmly. He was like this. He looked calm, but he always seemed to have something on his mind. Of course, when facing Deng Qianqiu, his worried face would show warmth.

"Dad is old, alas... not as good as before."

"In the past?" Deng Qianqiu became interested: "Dad, what happened in the past?"

Deng Jian smiled, picked up the paperweight, and while holding down the open book page, he said, "It's nothing. You and I have been dependent on each other for so many years, what could possibly happen? Qianqiu, do you really have to memorize all this?"

Deng Jian questioned Deng Qianqiu's suggestion. He was very gentle and even reluctant to disappoint his son. It seemed... in Deng Qianqiu's memory, he had always been like this.

Deng Qianqiu said: "There are so many scholars in the world, and they are as smart as the fish in the river. If you want to be better than them, you must have what others don't have. Dad... I see you studying like this, and you even doze off from time to time. Your son feels distressed..."

Deng Jian showed a look of relief, and seemed to be moved: "You are such a filial child."

"Huh?" Deng Qianqiu suddenly remembered something: "Dad, I have an idea."

Deng Jian was puzzled: "What idea?"

Deng Qianqiu said, "Dad has been studying for so many years, have you ever heard of the story of hanging from the beam and piercing the thigh with a needle? Dad often dozes off while reading, why not give it a try! Dad, wait, I'll go find a rope."

After saying that, Deng Qianqiu rushed out excitedly, and after a while, he actually found a hemp rope.

Deng Jian looked at his filial son in astonishment. He had already moved the bench and happily hung the hemp rope on the beam. Then, he walked towards him, holding the other end of the rope.

Deng Jian: “…”

Deng Qianqiu undid Deng Jian's bun and tied Deng Jian's long hair together with one end of the rope. He pulled the rope, and perhaps because no one had cleaned the beams of the small hall for a long time, the dust on the beams began to flutter down.

"Dad, is this comfortable?"

Deng Jian was silent for a moment and said, "Not bad."

Deng Qianqiu said with great interest: "Dad, look down."

Deng Jian lowered his head as he was told, but because his hair was tied up by ropes, his head was pulled up again when he lowered it.

"Ah." Deng Qianqiu said in surprise, "The ancients were not deceiving me. It seems that the method of hanging from the beam and piercing the thigh is indeed effective. In this way, I don't have to worry about my father getting sleepy. When studying, I can get twice the result with half the effort! Dad, the method of our ancestors is still effective."

"It does work, but..." Deng Jian pondered, wanting to say something.

"Just what?"

"Nothing." Deng Jian looked at his son with a smile. His son had indeed grown up and even knew the story of "hanging from the beam and piercing the thigh with a needle".

Of course... the only thing that bothers Deng Jian a little is... whose personality does his grown-up son resemble?

Deng Qianqiu exhaled: "Dad, just study hard, and your son... will go on duty."

Deng Jian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and finally nodded.

Deng Qianqiu took the sword that was placed beside him and was about to step out of the small hall. He took a step forward, turned around, clenched his fists and said to Deng Jian, "Try hard, try hard, try hard! Come on, come on, come on!"

Deng Jian: “…” There was nothing happening in the palace. When Deng Qianqiu arrived at the Fengyang Imperial City, he was like a wandering ghost.

"General Deng, General Deng..."

But someone came towards him hurriedly and greeted him.

The man looked very familiar. Deng Qianqiu vaguely remembered that he was a centurion.

The Guards Department was different from other guards, and the biggest difference was that many of the guards there were of high rank. But in fact, except for people like Hu Qianhu, most of them were just officials in title, and they were all high-ranking, but they were all guards in the imperial city.

It can scare people outside the imperial city, but once it returns to the imperial city, it becomes a little Karami.

The so-called "hundred households are as numerous as dogs, and general flags and small flags are everywhere" is probably the ecological environment in the Guard Bureau.

However, there are many hidden talents here. Even a centurion or a small flag officer should not be underestimated. No one can be sure whether this person is the second son of a marquis or a relative of a censor.

The centurion came over to greet him with a smile.

Apparently, people noticed in the past few days that Hu Jian and Deng Qianqiu had suddenly reconciled. It seemed that Hu Qianhu did not make things difficult for Deng Qianqiu, and he even assigned Deng Qianqiu a more leisurely job.

But when Deng Qianqiu saw the person coming, his face became stern.

He didn't want to have anything to do with anyone, he just wanted to make a living. No one could be sure that the centurion in front of him had any connection with any big shot. Who knows... maybe this guy would become a remnant of treason in the future?
Therefore, in Zhu Yuanzhang's time, the best way was to ignore everyone. Moreover, having lived two lives, Deng Qianqiu knew best what the so-called ineffective social interaction was.

Seeing that Deng Qianqiu ignored him, the captain felt a little embarrassed and called out, "Why isn't General Deng talking?"

Deng Qianqiu had no choice but to stop and look at the centurion in front of him. He was silent for a moment and decided to reorganize the workplace in this imperial city.

So he straightened his chest, pulled in his stomach, and finally squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Get lost!"

The expression on Baihu's face changed from astonishment to shame and anger, and then gradually became stiff.

But Deng Qianqiu acted as if nothing had happened, he walked away with a knife slung over his shoulder.

It’s so annoying. Why does he have to provoke me for no reason?

Deng Qianqiu paced forward, but his eyes inevitably fell towards the inner courtyard.

He suddenly thought of Prince Jin. He wondered how Prince Jin was doing now, but he must be very happy in the capital.

Hey... you said you would take me out to eat and drink, but you turned around and forgot about me.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart that other people are unreliable and happiness must be fought for by my own father. Only what my father has worked hard to earn belongs to me, Deng Qianqiu.

But at this moment, there was a noise coming from a distance.

Deng Qianqiu stopped to look, and saw a large group of people coming from the direction of the palace gate, rushing towards the inner courtyard.

There was a lot of noise and it looked quite lively.

It's fun again!
Deng Qianqiu showed a look of delight, and he took two steps at a time and came forward excitedly.

But I saw three or four guards carrying a stretcher, and there were eunuchs swarming around them.

The man on the stretcher was unrecognizable, with his head wrapped like an Indian.

His voice was surprisingly familiar, and he made an ahhhh sound: "I'm so stupid, really. I just knew that father loves to listen to advice. Oh my...slow down...slow down..."

Deng Qianqiu's jaw almost dropped. He looked carefully and identified the person on the stretcher vaguely.

"Deng Qianqiu!" The person on the stretcher suddenly saw Deng Qianqiu standing in the distance and watching the excitement.

The person who spoke was Zhu Gang. Zhu Gang had just been searching for Deng Qianqiu. He had figured out Deng Qianqiu's thoughts. This guy was a weasel. He would be there wherever there was excitement.

Deng Qianqiu was shocked. Damn it, how could a person be beaten like this?

(End of this chapter)