On the second day after Chunhong's accident, Zhang Sheng set out to Beijing as soon as he was. His sedan chair was faster than the escort team, so he set out one day later every time and arrived in the capital with the dazzling array of porcelain.

Zhao Zimai stood in front of the mansion and watched the vast team passing by one after another. His heart was mixed with all kinds of emotions.

"Using this money on coastal defense is enough to form an invincible fleet today." Zhao Wen'an walked out of it at some point. After saying a word in a low voice that was almost inaudible, he turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard. "But it's useless to think about it. In life, if you always lament the wasted time on these things that have become a foregone conclusion, it is also a cowardly act."

In Zhao Wen'an's philosophy of life, there is never the word "retreat". He is not a noble tree, but a weed in the cracks of the rocks. Even if there is only a grain of soil or a ray of light, he will fight for it. The strong wind knows the strong grass, and the strong ministers know the sincere ministers. Zhao Wen'an is a sincere minister and also a strong grass, so he never wastes time on things that "can't".

"I will go to Weihaiwei tomorrow. Tonight, you will have two drinks with me for my father, just treat it as seeing me off." Zhao Wen'an stood in the yard and added another sentence without looking back.

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This seemed to be the only time he drank and talked with Zhao Wen'an while drinking. Zhao Zimai was not used to it and was not adapted at all, so he drank a lot and said less. In less than half an hour, he was already eighty-sixth of drunkenness.

When he was drunk, everyone seemed to be a little cute. Even the person who was awe and alienated on weekdays was not that scary. Zhao Zimai looked at Zhao Wen'an. His father, who had been working hard for the country for the rest of his life, even if he had dinner with his son, all he was talking about was state affairs.

"In the early years, I had ordered four gunships in England and would be delivered in the near future. I named two of them "Yangwei" and "Choyong". Isn't it very powerful? But this is far from enough. Although the court can allocate four million silver to me every year, I calculated that at most twenty-five large ships could be introduced..."

"You tell it, being a person like you is not necessarily a good thing, so you would rather be a free and idle person." Zhao Zimai interrupted him, and after a casual sentence, he leaned over the cup in his hand, and when he was about to touch the edge of Zhao Wen'an's cup, he turned back. He sent it to his lips and drank the sake inside. He shook his head and smiled slightly, "What a free and idle person is just a waste? Don't you feel embarrassed to raise a waste, father?"

Zhao Wen'an didn't expect Zhao Zimai to say something, and his eyebrows frowned, "Do you think you are lying to that girl for your father?"

"Maybe it's not a lie, but you don't like your son, but you can't hide it from others." Zhao Zimai poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. "When I was a child, you always said that my sister was like you, and I was like my mother. I thought, how good it is to be like a mother. My mother treats people gentle and kind, and everyone likes her. But later I realized what your words meant. You just look down on me at all. In your eyes, gentleness is not an advantage. On the contrary, it also represents cowardice, cowardice, the descendants of the Zhao family, how can they be cowardly? How dare they be cowardly?"

Speaking of this, seeing Zhao Wen'an open his mouth to refute, he waved his hands a few times and said loudly, "Father, my father, don't defend yourself, because your eyes won't lie," Zhao Zimai supported his chin with one hand and stared at Zhao Wen'an's eyes seriously. His voice suddenly became softer and gentle, "Including now, these eyes are also talking. They said: The son I gave birth to is so cowardly. Only by drinking can I dare to vent my dissatisfaction that I have held in my heart for so many years."

He looked at Zhao Wen'an with a smile, without saying another word, the light in his eyes was purer than the moonlight above his head.

Zhao Wen'an was also speechless, but by the washing and watering of such eyes, his heart was still as if a fire was burning, burning him to the point of panic, almost wanting to escape in panic.

He has never been so panicked in his life.

Fortunately, Zhao Zimai didn't hold on for too long, so his head suddenly sank, hit the table heavily, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Zhou Pei, the old butler who had been standing outside the yard and dared not come in, walked in lightly, looked at Zhao Zimai, who was already asleep, and asked for instructions with a breath, "Master, the young master is asleep, I will take him back to the room. If you sit for a long time, you will be cold."

Zhao Wen'an's thoughts were interrupted by him, his eyelids moved, he came back to his senses, and said softly, "Zhou Pei, in your eyes, am I a partial father?"

Zhou Pei was shocked, "Why do we slaves dare to talk about the family affairs of our master? Besides, you have many noble people and can't live at home for a few days all year round..."

Zhao Wenan sneered, "Old man, you are the most cunning, but if you don't answer positively, it's already considered an answer."

Zhou Pei bowed, "Master, don't think too much. No matter who the child is, it's impossible to just serve a bowl of water. But since the eldest lady is no longer here, you might as well put more thoughts on the young master. After all, he is your only child now."

Zhao Wen'an lowered his head and looked at Zhao Zimai who was lying on the table. He was very similar to him. From his appearance to his figure, it looked like he was printed in the same mold. But did he really say to this face and say something he didn't look like himself? He doesn't remember it very much, but what Zimai said should be true.

He is indeed biased, otherwise, even Zhou Pei would not have seen it.

But Zitong's mother went there early, and at that time she was always afraid that she would transfer her love to her to this younger brother, so in order to comfort her, he would inevitably have to act like he loved her more.

Is this really the case? Is this his hard work?

Zhao Wen'an flatly denied his hypocrisy in his heart: No, this is not the main reason. He and Zitong's mother are young couples, and they have deep feelings. Before she died, he promised her to take good care of Zitong for the rest of her life. More importantly, his heart is indeed more inclined toward this daughter. She is proud and domineering, tenacious and unyielding, and even the sky falls. He rarely sees Zitong crying. Compared with Zimai, who is about to shed tears even if he steps on an ant, he obviously appreciates the former's style more.

Because her trait is exactly the same as herself.

Zhao Wen'an lowered his hand, and his cold fingers touched Zhao Zimai's warm forehead. His heart trembled a few times, and there was a little wetness in his eyes. "After all, I did something wrong for my father. You tried your best to show off in front of me and tried your best to rescue me from the predicament. In fact, it was to make up for the hole in my heart that would never be filled."
Chapter completed!