Ming Dynasty: Empress Ma and I swapped clothes!

Chapter 123 Feng Sheng: My son, the breastplate!!!

"Putting everything else aside, my son finally showed some filial piety when he came home tonight. He knew to give his dad a good back massage and leg massage, and he understands the hardships of us older generation."

Speaking of this, a hint of pride appeared on Duke Feng Sheng's face. As he spoke, he took out a breastplate and placed it on his chest.

It is also a very important part of the body, the heart.

"See that? My son has been helping that rascal with odd jobs in the market lately, and this breastplate is what he got. It's top-of-the-line, costing over ten taels of silver. It's used up most of his allowance, and now he only has three or five taels left in his purse."

"From childhood to adulthood, this is the first truly satisfying gift that this brat has ever given me."

At this point, Duke Feng Sheng of Song couldn't help but recall the past.

That brat's actions are enough to drive anyone crazy.

Sending him gifts of gold and silver is one thing, but to send him women is another. Are they afraid he won't be able to keep his position as the eldest son?

That really makes people furious.

But now things are better; at least there's some hope for the future.

He, as a father, is content.

Speaking of this, Xu Da and Tang He's spirits also changed, and one after another they spoke up.

"If you put it that way, my son is not bad. The gift he gave was not a breastplate, but a set of inner armor. Although the quality is not top-notch, it has completely spent all the money on him."

"I appreciate his filial piety."

Xu Da smacked his lips, his eyes filled with undisguised smugness.

He then noticed that Xu Da and Feng Sheng were looking at him. Tang He gave a dry smile and was about to say something when he was suddenly interrupted by the two of them.

"Alright, stop pretending. Your child didn't give you a gift? So what if they didn't? It's just a matter of a dozen or so taels of silver. Do you think someone as dignified as the Marquis of Zhongshan is short of such a small amount of money?"

"Unfortunately, I have a breastplate."

"Unfortunately, I have inner armor."

"Having such a thoughtful son makes me feel so good."

Their boasting infuriated Marquis Tang He of Zhongshan, who returned to his residence late that night.

Upon arriving at the manor, things were not yet over; without saying a word, they summoned their son.

Just started.

He maintained his kind demeanor, hoping his children would be sensible enough to bring the gifts over, which would make everyone happy.

"My dear son, is there anything you'd like to give your father? I've already prepared something, so don't be shy."

Inside the study, Tang He winked and slowly began to speak.

Tang Ding, however, felt his head buzzing and had no idea what his old father wanted to do. So, yawning and looking sleepy, he said, "I know, I know. Tomorrow I'll take you to a brothel and find some women."

"I really didn't expect that the old man would still be so energetic at his age."

Don't worry, Mother won't know about this. We're all men; those who understand, understand.

But it seems that Tang Ding's statement wasn't entirely his fault. After all, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. Tang He, as the father, hadn't set a good example in normal times, otherwise things certainly wouldn't be like this now.

"Is this what we want? No."

At this moment, Tang He, with a sullen face, immediately began to curse.

After being yelled at like that, Tang Ding's groggy mind belatedly woke up. Looking at his elderly father, he thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out what the other man wanted to do, so he could only guess wildly: "A divine weapon?"

"roll."

"Is that a fine steed?"

"climb."

"Could it be several women?"

With a "thump," Tang He kicked the brat so hard that he fell flat on his back. Luckily, he didn't kick him too hard, otherwise it would have been a joke of "murdering one's own child."

Finally, Tang He couldn't hold back any longer and laid his cards on the table: "The Feng family's son gave a breastplate, the Xu family's son gave a full set of inner armor, what about you?"

Hearing this, Tang Ding rolled his eyes in annoyance, rubbed his butt, and then said, "I thought it was something else, but it turns out it's just this."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Seeing his son so confident, Tang He thought the boy had finally figured it out, and straightened his back, looking on with anticipation.

Then Tang Ding shook his head like a rattle-drum, saying directly, "No, there's no."

These words enraged the dignified Marquis of Zhongshan to the point that he was almost ready to kill his own son on the spot: "This child, I guarantee I'll kill him today. This son is definitely not his own flesh and blood."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Seeing that the old man had already picked up a large knife, if he didn't come up with a suitable excuse, he might lose his life today.

So Tang Ding quickly took out his gift.

It was neither a breastplate nor a set of inner armor, but a pair of fine leather boots.

The leather is genuine, and the boots are truly high-quality; you can tell at a glance that he put a lot of thought into choosing them.

"Isn't this exactly what you wanted for the old man? You should have said so earlier."

"I bought this for you when I was hanging out with Xu Huizu and the others. See if it fits. If it does, I'll buy you another one next time. I'm a son who can earn money now."

I bought some for you and for Mom too. I was just thinking that your birthday is in a little over half a month, so I would surprise you then.

Who would have thought that you would be so selfless and righteous tonight, even turning your own family against you?

"Alright, alright, I'll get a different gift for your birthday, but I can't say that now."

Tang Ding's words, spoken with a touch of pride, moved his elderly father, Tang He, to tears.

In that instant, the snowflake salt business, the tens of thousands of taels of gold, and the millions of silver coins were all unimportant to him.

Without saying a word, he squatted down and hugged his tiny son tightly in his arms.

With that, what more could one ask for?

"Did Daddy hit you hard just now? Here, let me feel it."

"No, no, no, Dad, we're father and son, don't do such mushy things, okay? This is what a son should do. Brother Wen said there are no parents who are wrong, and there should be children who are filial to their parents."

"These gifts are all from your son's heart. Father, you sent me to the Imperial Academy and also raised my younger siblings. Every single thing you did was so thoughtful and troublesome."

"Although it's all Mother who manages this mansion, without Father fighting and risking his life outside, where would we get these good days?"

"Although these words were said by Brother Wen, my son thinks they are very true."