Chapter 1019
: Young Prince Yong and Calla Lily
Chapter 1019: Young Prince Yong and Calla Lily
"You've heard about Mr. Yong's story, too." Yan Zhou, wearing a cloak, looked at the Yonghou Prince, who had a white belt around his waist and was adorned with white accessories, and praised him, "You're thoughtful."
The young prince of Yonghou's eyes quickly turned red, his face filled with sorrow. He nodded and said, "Yes, I heard about it on my way back from my travels. I was shocked and admired Mr. Yong, so I sent a letter to my maternal grandfather's family, asking them to help the Yong family open six private warehouses and follow Mr. Yong to donate grain to fight the enemy."
Then he regretted, "It's a pity that my nephew has to rush back to the capital. Otherwise, I really want to rush to the capital of Northeast Province and burn incense and pay my respects at Mr. Rong's tomb."
Yan Zhou said, "There's nothing we can do about it. You, the newly appointed Prince of Yong, must be present at this year's New Year's Day Court. Otherwise, if your father attends alone, wouldn't that cause concern for the legacy of your Yonghou Mansion?"
The newly crowned Young Prince of Yong nodded, "Uncle Yan is right... Thinking of Mr. Yong and his son, I've been away from home for quite some time. I need to spend more time with my father and show my filial piety to him."
Huang Yanglong, who was inside the room, heard this and said, "The Crown Prince admires Mr. Yong very much. So, why don't you write a letter to the aristocratic families in Jiangnan? Or, after attending the New Year's Day court, go directly south and persuade them to open some private warehouses and donate supplies to help the country fight the enemy."
The young prince of Yonghou was stunned when he heard this, then nodded and said, "Master Huang's words make sense. I'll take note of them. When I return to the capital, I'll consult my father... I hope it will be possible."
Huang Yanglong wanted to roll his eyes... Even though this kid looked cute, he just felt that the Prince of Yonghou was not a good person.
"It's ready to be roasted. Try it. It's delicious." Huang Yanglong handed two large pieces of yam to the prince of Yonghou.
Yonghou's son took the food with a clear but confused look on his face. He asked, "Master Huang, are these two high-yield potatoes? I must try them."
After saying that, he picked up his chopsticks, carefully peeled off the burnt outer skin, picked up a handful of the soft and glutinous potato flesh, and tasted it carefully. His beautiful eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "It's delicious."
Prince Yonghou seemed to like eating sweet potatoes very much. He finished two fist-sized pieces of roasted sweet potatoes in a short while.
"You're just going to eat it all? Don't you want to test the poison? Ancient books record that taro is poisonous. If you are poisoned to death, your brother will be the crown prince." Huang Yanglong deliberately frightened him.
Yonghou's son laughed and said, "Brother Huang, I am young, but I am not stupid. How could the food in Uncle Yan's house be poisonous?"
Huang Yanglong felt a little disgusted. This Prince Yong was really scheming. After just a few words, he, Old Huang, changed from Lord Huang to Big Brother Huang.
"But I'm very curious, Brother Huang, how did you dare to eat taro and potatoes? After all, many books record that taro and potatoes are highly poisonous, and over the course of several hundred years, they have indeed caused hundreds of deaths of people and livestock. Even medical books record that taro and potatoes are highly poisonous." The young man, with a face full of curiosity, asked, "Brother Huang, please enlighten me."
Huang Yanglong simply refused to tell him, saying, "Want to know? Wait until we get to the capital."
Idiot, is it possible that those who died from eating taro didn’t eat taro, but the highly poisonous calla lily!
Taro is also found everywhere in Lingnan Prefecture. It looks very similar to taro, but in Lingnan Prefecture, even a three-year-old child knows the difference between it and taro, and knows that it is poisonous. They would not be so foolish as to dig up taro and eat it.
Hundreds of years ago, some people were poisoned after trying to grow and eat taro. This was because the person who gave them the potato seeds had bad intentions and gave the calla lily seeds to the people who were trying to grow them, and then told them that they were taro.
In this world where the emperor has changed for three years and there are still remote areas that are unaware of the change of emperor, it is so easy for wealthy families to get a calla lily to pretend to be a taro, let farmers try to grow it, and then draw the conclusion they want: "This thing is highly poisonous and will kill anyone who eats it."
Yonghou's son's heart skipped a beat, and he said excitedly, "Brother Huang, do you really know why the ancient records are wrong? Then when we return to the capital, Brother Huang, you must explain this to me, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to live well for years."
Huang Yanglong stopped talking.
Prince Yonghou was grumbling in his heart... This southern barbarian's character was to be unreasonable but also arrogant, why didn't he say anything now?
Is it because they couldn't find evidence of errors in the ancient texts? Or are they deliberately unwilling to tell him?
Prince Yonghou pondered for a while before adding, "Then I'll wait for Brother Huang to clarify my doubts... Hmm, this dessert is also made with taro, right? It has a rich aroma of taro and milk. Delicious."
The Prince of Yong was like a fourteen-year-old boy. He ate snacks and talked to Yan Zhou in the house where Yan Zhou was staying temporarily.
After staying for a full hour, and seeing Yan Zhou dozing off with his eyes closed, Yonghou Prince stood up with a look of regret and said goodbye: "Uncle Yan, I will go back first. I will come to bother you another day."
"Well, go ahead... Bring a few boxes of taro and sweet potatoes. When you want to eat them, ask the cook to cook them for you." Yan Zhou smiled, his whole body full of kindness.
"Well, thank you, Uncle Yan. I won't be polite." Yonghou's son smiled, stood up and bowed, saying goodbye: "Brother Huang, Brother Yan, I'll be leaving first."
Huang Yanglong bowed perfunctorily.
Yan Ji returned the greeting solemnly: "Have a safe journey, Prince Yong."
The heir of the Yong Marquis laughed. After leaving the courtyard, he told the steward guarding the gate what Yan Zhou had said and asked the steward to take him to get the sweet potatoes and taro.
Huang Yanglong leaned against the door frame, craning his neck to watch for a long time. After the Yonghou Prince left, he returned to the room and asked Yan Zhou, "Duke, do you really like him? Do you really treat him like your own son or nephew? Your sensitivity has deteriorated. This needs to be corrected!"
Yan Zhou smiled and asked him, "He is the child I have watched grow up. I have always treated him this way. What is wrong with that?"
Huang Yanglong was almost dying of anxiety: "Can't you see? He exudes a sense of fakeness. Moreover, he is already fourteen years old, the same age as Qin Dongjia. He is just like Qin Dongjia. He acts like a spoiled child and calls him uncle and brother. Not only Qin Dongjia would not do it, but even Qin Xiaogu and Jiang Erlang would not do it."
They're all grown men, why is he acting like a spoiled brat?!
"Brother Huang, I'm just young, not stupid. Ugh! How can you say that?"
"Also, didn't you say that his father, Marquis Yong, is fickle and can't be trusted, and that I should be on guard? You're only on guard against me and not his son? Why do I feel like this son is even more scheming than Marquis Yong?!"
Yan Zhou glanced at Yan Ji.
Yan Ji said, "Brother Huang, please be patient. Regardless of whether Prince Yong is sincere or insincere towards us, we should treat him as Prince Yong before we have a falling out."
"The prince of Yonghou wants to show goodwill to us, so we should respond with a good attitude."
Huang Yanglong frowned as he listened, looking at Yan Ji: "Yan Ji, you're not that old, how come you're so cunning?"
Yan Ji was taken aback, puzzled. Was this some kind of deep scheming? Wasn't this just the art of understanding people's hearts and dealing with social situations? That's exactly what his Uncle Yan had taught him.
Seeing this, Yan Zhou smiled and looked at Huang Yanglong: "Because Yong Hou is wavering, because Yong Hou cannot be used or controlled for a long time, so we have to support Yong Hou's son."
The son takes the place of the father.
If the Marquis of Yong becomes uncontrollable, then kill him and install the young but still controllable heir of the Marquis of Yong as the new ruler.