As soon as these words came out, Hua Baishi's face instantly fell, as if he was very serious. The dude frowned, he had rarely seen his father so serious.

"You come with me. Hua Baishi threw down a sentence, and then turned to leave.

The playboy was confused, so he had to quietly follow. Hua Baishi took the playboy into the study, and the candle was already lit in the room at this time.

Under the candlelight, Hua Baishi slowly sat down at the table, and then took out a beautifully decorated box from the table, the lines on it were smoothly coiled and folded, giving people a quaint feeling.

"What is this?" asked the dude, pointing to the box.

"The Fourth Prince sent someone to send it. With that, he pushed the box to the dude.

The playboy took it suspiciously, there was no lock, and it could be opened directly. The dude swallowed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his hand holding the box trembled a little. Looking at the size of the box, it seems to be just enough to fit a human head. The dandy's eyes began to become bloodshot, and the bloodshot was noticeable. The playboy had a preparation in advance, but he was still a little worried. The playboy didn't know why, he had a faint feeling that this box contained a human head.

The playboy gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and just wanted to open it, only to hear Hua Baishi say: "A little mentally prepared." This sentence seems to be a reminder, but how is it not a whipping.

The dude held his breath and slowly opened the box with scarlet eyes. The bloody scene that I thought did not happen, on the contrary, there was only a piece of paper inside.

"What is this. The dude picked it up and asked suspiciously.

"See for yourself. Hua Baishi didn't say much, but pushed the answer to the playboy and asked him to find it himself.

The playboy picked up the paper and saw nine bronze tripods drawn. Although the lines are simple, the lines on the tripod are still clearly visible. The playboy pinched this picture in his hand, and he couldn't help but be amazed.

After watching it for a long time, the playboy didn't understand what it meant, and said that his father had nothing to do with the painting of a famous artist. But when the playboy looked at it again, he didn't settle down. This is strange, what literati would not like to leave a name? Although the playboy does not pay much attention to this, it is impossible to say that he does not know it at all.

Hua Baishi pulled the paper out of the dandy's hand and chuckled: "I usually read few books, and I don't even understand what this means?"

The playboy squinted, feeling that his IQ was being challenged, and the person who challenged it was his father. The playboy has always been at odds with his father, and now when he is asked like this, his little temper comes up in an instant.

The dude grabbed the paper again, and he must see it all over the day. So, the playboy simply invited his father out of the chair.

Hua Baishi's face was clouded, and he stood up following the gesture of the playboy. Who knows, the next moment the playboy actually sat on the chair by himself.

The corners of Hua Baishi's mouth twitched, his son was indeed his own son. Hua Baishi put his hands behind his back in embarrassment and coughed twice. However, the playboy seemed to be surrounded by no one else, and he was immersed in the painting.

Hua Baishi was helpless and said, "Actually, this." As soon as the three words came out, they were stopped by the playboy's hand

lived.

Hua Baishi's words were stopped alive, and he had to swallow them back. This feeling is a bit like eating a closed door, but it's not a taste after all. Now he regrets it a little, why should he stir up his son's aggressive mentality, and create evil.

Time ticked by, Hua Baishi naturally did not dry up, and quickly found a chair to sit down. The light of the candle kept jumping, and Hua Baishi nodded sleepily.

Suddenly, a loud noise came, scaring the sleepy worm of Hua Baishi back. Hua Baishi rubbed his sleepy eyes and turned his gaze to the playboy.

The playboy slapped the table suddenly, and the force was really a little too strong, and his hand was still a little numb and painful. But it didn't matter, he finally figured it out.

Hua Baishi looked at it with a normal face, just waiting for the dude's answer. The playboy didn't drag his feet, and said directly: "This Jiuding is equivalent to power, right?" ”

Hua Baishi didn't think that his loser son could say anything, but he didn't expect it to be really interesting, which made him a little impressed. If nothing else, he was very relieved that his son could name nine tripods. It turns out that his son is not as unsightly as outsiders say, and he also has a bit of cultural heritage.

Seeing that his father was interested, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and then said: "If I guessed correctly, these four princes mean that you should hurry up and stand in line." ”

As soon as these words came out, it was beyond Hua Baishi's expectations, but he didn't expect his son to guess so accurately. Sometimes he can't believe that the playboy in front of him is his son. Based on these words, Hua Baishi has reason to suspect that Playboy is fake.

Hua Baishi sighed, and had to admit: "The meaning of the fourth prince is indeed so. ”

The dude looked smug, and it was exactly as he thought. However, at this time, he was more concerned about his father's attitude, and the royal strife was dangerous. If you're not careful, you may never recover.

"How did you reply?" said the dude concerned about his father's opinion. His words will definitely represent the future and destiny of the entire Hua family.

Hua Baishi smiled bitterly and said, "My father didn't give an answer. ”

"No reply?" the playboy never expected his father to make such a decision. It makes sense that he should reply as a sign of politeness.

Now that the struggle of the imperial family is mainly focused on the crown prince and the fourth prince, his father's unclear attitude may cause dissatisfaction on both sides at the same time.

Hua Baishi nodded, and then continued: "Gu Zhongzheng is a warning. He sighed, his dim eyes revealing a wisp of helplessness.

The playboy also felt a little choked in his throat, and he couldn't pour out any feelings. I don't know when it started, when Gu Zhongzheng playboy was mentioned, he would have this kind of tangled emotion.

"Where is he now?" the playboy finally asked his most concern.

"It should be in the mountains, reading books and writing poems. Hua Baishi barely squeezed a smile on his face, but it looked full of bitterness.

The playboy was silent for a long time, never knowing how to open his mouth. Back in the room, Wu Zheng had already fallen asleep with a small quilt. It turns out that Wu Zheng is good, and there can be a lot less suffering

Annoying, just eat and drink every day. Sometimes, the playboy is really envious of Wu Zheng, who can live so chicly.

Aren't you chic? What kind of chic are you? It's nothing more than throwing money everywhere, all kinds of losers, and trying to pretend to be chic.

The playboy originally thought that the fourth prince had removed Gu Zhongzheng from his position because of himself, but now that it seems that it is far from being so simple. Most of the reasons for this should be directed against the playman, not him playboy. In this way, the playboy can also feel a little better. In fact, to put it bluntly, Gu Zhongzheng became a victim of the Hua family and a victim of the royal family's struggle.

After the night, it was dawn again. The same steps as getting up, changing, eating, etc. Looks like it's been another boring day. A comfortable life can lead to depravity, and this is true.

A peaceful life, eating, sleeping, and eating, there is no motivation to fight at all. As for the playboy who said he was going to sell the land before, he is now honest. The plan to sell the land is gone, and no one in Jeonbuk Liangcheng dares to buy their land. In addition, his father also liberalized the policy and let go of his pocket money.

The playboy felt that his depraved character was used to by his father, and he had so much pocket money that he couldn't spend all the money, so of course he didn't want to do things.

In the evening, the playboy who had been idle at home for a day sat in the study of the flower Baishi. Next to him was the dusty man who stood without saying a word. The handprints on Luochen's face have long since disappeared.

In order to avoid a similar incident to this one, the playboy decided to teach Dusty to read. When the time comes, write down Luochen's name on a piece of paper and let Luochen take it. In this way, he will be able to find Huafu smoothly. Although this method seems a bit dull, it is perfect for children like Luochen who don't like to talk.

Luochen did not refuse, and stared at the pen in the dude's hand with a serious face. The playboy called Wu Zheng Yanmo, and Wu Zheng pouted and had some opinions.

Although the playboy is usually bohemian and loves to be in the limelight, this good hand is still worthy of praise. If one day, I'm talking about the fact that if one day the Hua family is destroyed, he can still sell calligraphy and paintings on the street for a living.

The playboy first wrote down three big characters, and in order to make it easier for the dust to see clearly, the playboy deliberately wrote very slowly and very slowly, pausing at the end of each stroke.

Wu Zheng, who was studying ink on the side, was simply stunned, and he couldn't see it, but he could see it. The strength and pause of this word made Wu Zheng speechless. This level is even better than the calligraphy collected by General Hu before, and there is no one who can't be practiced for more than ten years.

At the same time, this also proves a problem in disguise, that is, the calligraphy collected by General Hu may be fake. But it doesn't matter if it's fake or not, there are few literate people in the barracks, and I can't tell whether it's true or false when I see the poster, it's enough to show off in front of that group of big bosses. Now Wu Zheng even feels that the previous notebook was written by General Hu himself.

But then again, the poster did attract a lot of attention. Every time someone came out of General Hu's tent, they couldn't help but praise the poster. Although this group of bosses obviously don't know a word, they can always say two sentences, and they don't know if it's made up or nonsense. In short, there are beautiful words, and no other voices can be heard.