"Big brother, Mr. ng will definitely et you, don’t worry too much."
"Eighth brother, you said it’s because of what Tenth brother has done that Mr. ng wants to et him. Why do you think Mr. ng cares about what Tenth brother is doing?" The Crown Prince still couldn’t understand and was perplexed.
Upon hearing the Crown Prince’s question, a trace of coldness flashed in the Eighth Prince’s eyes, but his expression remained gentle.
"Big brother, you’ve forgotten that Mr. ng is very concerned about agricultural affairs. He has written nurous books on the subject."
"Oh right, after Mr. ng retired to the mountains, he started farming himself, planting vegetables and grains." Hearing this from the Eighth Prince, the Crown Prince finally rembered this fact.
"Mr. ng once wrote a book about farming, starting from plowing the land, and he lanted in the book about the difficulties of farming."
The Crown Prince shook his head and said, "I haven’t read it." He hadn’t read any of Mr. ng’s books or articles on agriculture.
"Big brother, if you read it, you’ll understand why Mr. ng wants to et Tenth brother," the Eighth Prince continued, "Mr. ng prefers to be called ’old farr’ more than ’great scholar’."
"I don’t understand that," the Crown Prince said with a slight frown, "Mr. ng is not a farr, he is a great scholar. I don’t understand why he cares so much about agriculture; he should care about academic matters."
"Big brother, do you think the world belongs to scholars?"
"Yes, I don’t agree with grandpa’s statent that the world belongs to the people."
The Eighth Prince thought: If father knew you thought this way, he might strip you of your title as Crown Prince.
"Scholars are scholars, and farrs are farrs," the Crown Prince said solemnly, "Scholars cannot be farrs, and farrs cannot be scholars."
"Big brother, do you believe that scholars shouldn’t farm and farrs cannot study?"
"Each should do their own job."
As the Eighth Prince heard these words, his eyes turned very cold for a mont as he lowered his head.
"Eighth brother, don’t you think so?"
When the Eighth Prince raised his head, his expression was as usual, with a gentle look in his eyes.
"What big brother said is true."
Seeing the Eighth Prince agree with him, the Crown Prince smiled contentedly.
"Regarding Mr. ng..." He, as a younger generation, couldn’t criticize Mr. ng, so he didn’t continue. When he t Mr. ng, he would tactfully remind him not to focus too much on agricultural matters.
The Eighth Prince said nothing, but sneered coldly in his heart.
"Tenth brother is still a child and doesn’t like to study usually. If he ets Mr. ng, he might not be able to talk to him properly, and might even upset him." He should et him himself.
"Big brother, as long as father is here, there won’t be a problem."
"Father he..." The Crown Prince wanted to say sothing but didn’t dare. "Forget it." He sat back at the table and continued reading the morials.
Seeing the Crown Prince not speaking anymore, the Eighth Prince also remained silent, pretending to continue handling matters with his head down.
As the Crown Prince, you say such things; no wonder the father is increasingly dissatisfied with you.
In recent years, the Crown Prince has beco more foolish, to the point where the Eighth Prince can hardly control himself.
After looking through the morials for a while, the Crown Prince glanced at the hourglass on the table and realized it was almost noon. He called out to the door, "Lv Cong."
Upon hearing the Crown Prince call him, Lv Cong quickly walked in, "Your Highness."
The Crown Prince asked, "Has father and the others returned?"
Lv Cong respectfully replied, "Not yet."
"Not returned yet?" The Crown Prince was surprised, "It’s almost noon, and father and the others have not returned yet?"
"No."
The Crown Prince waved his hand at Lv Cong, who obediently withdrew.
The Eighth Prince smiled and said, "It seems father and Mr. ng are having a delightful conversation."
"I wonder what father is discussing with Mr. ng?" The Crown Prince was curious; he wanted to know if father talked to Mr. ng about him or Prince Dai, and whether Mr. ng discussed Confucian teachings with father.
The Eighth Prince shook his head and said, "I don’t know."
"And I wonder if Minister Li has handed over my essays and poems to Mr. ng."
"Big brother, haste makes waste."
This ti, Mr. ng’s visit to the capital to give lectures made the Crown Prince very anxious and concerned.
The Crown Prince said jokingly, "Then let’s have tofu for lunch later."
"Big brother, you..." the Eighth Prince smiled wryly.
At the Imperial College, the Emperor played chess with Mr. ng and chatted with him. They talked from poetry and songs to people’s livelihoods.
While discussing people’s livelihoods, they found many common viewpoints and talked more, which extended their conversation to noon. Seeing it was ti for lunch, the Emperor stayed to have lunch with Mr. ng.
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