Patriarch, he doesn't want to take the imperial examinations

Frost falls, grass declines, autumn ends and winter comes.

In late October, there was a snowfall in Xianghe County.The snow is not heavy, but it is enough for everyone to be happy for a while.

But Meng Zhen couldn't be happy.

He was sick again.

I woke up in the middle of the night last night to go to the latrine, and this morning I woke up with a dizzy head, a stuffy nose and a dry mouth, and I couldn't even lift up my body.

He obviously practiced sword every morning to exercise his body, so why did he still get sick again and again.

The original body's body was really not that bad.

Meng Zhen resented in his heart, grabbed a book casually, wrapped himself in the quilt and sat on the bed to read.

"Father, the medicine is here!" Meng Zhen just read two lines of words, and Meng Hong walked in with a cup of soup.

"Leave it there, I'll drink it later." Meng Zhen pointed to the table by the window.

Meng Hong put the tray on the table, and brought the medicine bowl to his father, "Father, the temperature is just right, drink it while it's hot, the medicine won't work well when it's cold."

Meng Zhen looked up at him, put down the book and took the medicine bowl from him, took a sip and said, "You are a filial person."

Meng Hong said with a smile: "Of course, it's because of your good education, which one of your sons is not filial."

I have to say that Meng Hong really opened his mouth, and what he said was straight to the heart.

Meng Zhen looked at him softly, and said, "If you put your mind on studying, you might have returned from the examination as a scholar."

Meng Hong laughed twice: "Father, please stop teasing me. I have never loved reading since I was a child. I don't use it for my thoughts at all. Everything I say is useless."

He took his father's empty bowl of medicine and put it back on the table, and quickly turned back. Seeing his father picking up the book again, he hurriedly snatched it over: "Father, the doctor said, you need to rest more. It’s not too late to read books after you recover.”

Meng Zhen was not very relaxed at first, he didn't read those two lines just now at all.At this moment, Meng Hong took the book away, but he didn't say anything, and fell on the bed.

Meng Hong hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover him, sat in front of him and comforted him: "Father, don't worry, the doctor said that you just contracted a common cold, and you will recover after taking a few medicines."

He knew his father's illness was just a common cold. The winter was cold and dry, and the virus was active. The weak were easily attacked by the virus, which caused a series of symptoms such as cough, runny nose, headache, and brain swelling.

It will be healed after a few days, Meng Hong thought to himself.

Meng Zhen took a nap with his eyes closed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Meng Hong was still sitting in front of him, so he asked, "Why don't you leave?"

Meng Hong frowned and smiled: "Father, there is one thing I have never understood. Why do you insist on studying for the imperial examination?"

Meng Zhen frowned and said nothing, how could it be easy to say, a few casual words would be foolish, and it was impossible for him to tell the real situation.

In a dilemma, he simply closed his eyes again and became deaf selectively.

"Father, did you become possessed by something and you were forced to do this?" Meng Hong leaned over and whispered in his ear.

Eyes opened suddenly, Meng Zhen looked at him in horror, and said after a while: "Who did you see persecuting me, I did it voluntarily."

Meng Hong smacked his lips: "I don't believe it. Studying is so hard. I don't believe that Dad is willing to spend the rest of his life on it."

In fact, he knew that his father had traveled from somewhere else, and it was very likely that he was bound to some system and forced to study for the imperial examination in exchange for something.

Or get younger?Or go back to the original world?Meng Hong racked his brains and couldn't figure it out.

"Father won't tell? Is there still something hard to tell?" Meng Hong probed further.

But Meng Zhen coughed twice, and Meng Hong knew that he didn't want to say it, so he stopped pushing, got up and said, "Father, you can rest well, my son won't bother you." Then he tucked the quilt in Tuck, turned and went out the door.

"Huh..." The moment the door closed, Meng Zhen let out a sigh of relief, thinking, how this kid can see that he is being forced to read by something is really strange.

Suddenly remembered that there was still a system in my mind, and hurriedly called twice.

[Ding, what's the matter with Patriarch? 】

Meng Zhen couldn't help shivering when the sudden cold sound sounded, he hadn't heard this sound for more than half a year, and he was caught off guard by this sound, which made him very uncomfortable.

"What is the origin of my second son? He seems to know about me." Meng Zhen asked.

After waiting for a while and seeing no answer, Meng Zhen asked again: "You don't know?"

[No, the secret must not be revealed, Xiaowen can only tell you that your second son, like you, also came from another world. 】

Ah, I didn't sweat after taking the medicine just now, but after hearing what the system said now, Meng Zhen broke out in a sweat.

Meng Zhen suddenly sat up, was in a daze for a while, and suddenly said: "Why didn't you attach to him and let him study for the imperial examination, why did you choose me?"

System: [Because you are too obsessed. 】

Meng Zhen was speechless.

[You have this catastrophe in your life, and only studying the imperial examination can help you overcome the catastrophe. After the catastrophe, you will automatically ascend to immortality. 】

After the system finished speaking, it silenced and disappeared.

Sitting on the bed, Meng Zhen began to think wildly, thinking about what Meng Hong did in his last life, Meng Hong opened a restaurant, he was not a cook in his previous life, right?

Also, this kid has a happy temper, like a king of children, and his age in his previous life should not be very old.

And...he thought about it a lot, and his head hurt a little, so he fell down on the bed and fell asleep.

In the next few days, it was still the decoction that Meng Hong came to send.Taking advantage of this gap, Meng Zhen couldn't help but look at the person a few more times, but his mortal eyes naturally couldn't see why.

"Father, why are you always looking at me?" Meng Hong asked, feeling uncomfortable being stared at.

"You look good." Meng Zhen blurted out without thinking.

"Ha..." Meng Hong couldn't help laughing, "Since when did you become so humorous?"

"However," he scratched his head, "you are right, I am indeed the prettiest of your many sons."

For his brashness, Mengzhen gave him eight words: "The face is thicker than the wall, smelly and shameless."

Meng Hong didn't worry about it either: "Let's do whatever daddy says, as long as daddy is happy."

Seeing that the person's posture was extremely low, Meng Zhen didn't say anything, and instead asked: "Why didn't you go out these few days, so you're not bored at home?"

Meng Hong replied: "Isn't this to take care of you and Che'er, how can I run outside?"

"How did your two restaurants start? I didn't know you could cook."

When Meng Zhen asked this question, he directly asked Meng Hong with a smile, "Father, don't you think that opening a restaurant requires you to know how to cook? You are too ignorant..."

Meng Zhen glared at him, he immediately suppressed his smile, and said: "Actually, I can cook, but I didn't show it in front of you. How about I cook dinner for dad tonight?"

Meng Zhen didn't answer whether or not, but only said what he wanted to say.

"You opened such a big restaurant at such a young age, which makes people look at you differently. You really have a few tricks."

Meng Hong frowned, what happened to his father, it felt weird, he never asked him about outside affairs before, now he is a restaurant and cooking, what is he trying to do.

"Father, if you have anything to say, just say it, don't beat around the bush like this, I'm stupid and don't understand."

"I'm just asking you about your business. Why did you misinterpret it as beating around the bush? I don't think it's because you're stupid, but because you're clever and you're being misunderstood by your cleverness."

"Yes, yes, yes," facing his father's unreasonableness, Meng Hong took it easy, "I'm just too smart, and sometimes the authorities are delusional, so I fall into it and don't know it. Is my father satisfied with my answer?"

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes were black and slippery, and he said solemnly: "Father, we two might as well play a game, the loser has to answer a question from the other, answer truthfully, don't lie. "

"Father, do you want to play?"

Meng Hong moved an inch closer, there seemed to be some smiles in his peach-like eyes, he was waiting for his father's answer, but his father pushed him away.

"Don't play." Meng Zhen directly refused, "Your father and I are already old, what kind of games are we playing with you as a child?"

"Who says you can't play games at an old age, and I'm not a child." Meng Hong, like the unbeatable Xiaoqiang, leaned forward again, "Father, are you afraid to play?"

"Huh?" Meng Zhen was slightly taken aback, was this trying to provoke him.He knew what Meng Hong was up to, this kid wanted to know if he was his old father, so he didn't want to be fooled by him.

Then he said bluntly: "Well, your father and I are old, and we are a little timid, so I dare not play with you."

"Cough..." Meng Hong didn't expect his father to answer like this, and was choked up, "Father, you are different from ordinary people, you don't play cards according to routine."

"Father, you have ghosts in your heart!"

Looking at this face dangling in front of him, he was really ignorant of the anger, and pushed him hard: "Go, stay here, don't hinder your father and my Qingxiu." He closed his eyes , Sitting cross-legged, actually meditating.

"Father, you were a Taoist priest in your previous life!"

When Meng Hong's voice sounded again, Meng Zhen was no longer upset, and said calmly: "Yes, your father and I were not only a Taoist priest in our previous life, but also a Taoist patriarch."

"Pfft..." Meng Hong couldn't help laughing, and burst into laughter, "Father, you are really humorous, but I believe it..."

"Go," Meng Zhen still closed his eyes, "Didn't you say to cook for me at night, your father and I are hungry right now, go and cook me something delicious."

"Okay, okay," Meng Hong said angrily, "Father, please take a rest, my son will make you some delicious food."

After Meng Hong left, Meng Zhen opened his eyes.

You son of a bitch, don't even think about trying to trick your father, there's no way.

The author says:

感谢在2022-03-2621:32:50~2022-03-2722:42:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles of Lemangecat;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!