In this family, Zhao Rong felt that if it weren't for his grandmother, he would have felt that he should stay away from the Zhao family. He would rather live in a poor family than be locked in a cage like a golden bird.

This time he went on a trip to the provincial capital, which was an eye-opener for him. Zhao Rong also saw how the poor people lived outside, and how they struggled to earn enough food and clothing for a day. He is no longer the one, and when he arrives at the wonton stall for a few pennies, he has to eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas.

When he traveled with Gong Yu in those days, he heard from his second brother about how many ordinary people live. Although these words are just hearsay, in Zhao Rong's opinion, he would rather live a hard life than live a life like imprisonment in the Zhao family.

Especially in the ten days that Xiao Tao was punished to be confined to prison, the little guy specially sent by her mother was like a spirit behind her, staring at herself all the time. These days, Zhao Rong felt that the air around him had become very oppressive, as if it had become difficult to breathe.

With such a Zhao family, how could Zhao Rong feel that it was a nostalgic place. He is not very familiar with his siblings, and his father and mother have lectured him the most in recent years, so that he does not feel any family warmth. And the only grandmother who cares for herself, because of her advanced age, has few opportunities to meet. So after listening to Xiao Tao say such words, Zhao Rong didn't know how to react for a while, his first thought was that it would be good if he could leave the Zhao family.

And Xiao Tao saw that Zhao Rong hadn't spoken all the time, and he couldn't help urging anxiously: "Young Master, we should still think about it earlier, how can we solve our current predicament." The eldest brother also said that the two young masters were also very worried about the situation of the young master, so they sent him to the Zhao family to take a look at our specific situation. If we need the help of those two palace masters, as long as he sends a message to the past, I think those two palace young masters will definitely not ignore the young masters. ”

Xiao Tao's words made the light in Zhao Rong's eyes recover slightly, and he remembered the days when he was in the provincial capital and played with his second brother. He also remembered the very friendly big brother of the Gong family he saw on the last day.

Brother Gong is obviously such a learned person, but when he treats him, he still has such a kind attitude. will also be very patient to talk to himself about the truth of life, which Zhao Rong has never seen before.

Zhao Rong knew it, and refused to say that his Mr. Confucianism also had a reputation for raising people. It is said that the gentleman was a lover of books, so he stopped conducting scientific research later.

But it is also a meritorious name, and when that big brother Gong treats himself, his attitude is much more amiable than that of his own husband. That attitude is simply a difference between heaven and earth.

In Zhao Rong's heart, he already thought that Gong Jian was already famous. He completely forgot that Gong Jian originally went to the provincial capital to participate in the imperial examination. Now the results of the imperial examination have not yet come out, but in his heart, Zhao Rong thinks that the palace brother he saw has such an extraordinary bearing, and his knowledge is even more different. Naturally, this meritorious name, Brother Gong must be nine out of ten.

When I think of Mr. Confucian, I think of myself, it's just a fame, but when I see myself, I am always very arrogant, and I don't want to look at myself at all. The difference between the attitudes of these two people is so huge that every time Zhao Rong thinks of this, he always feels a little indignant in his heart.

He didn't understand, they were all lifters, and what did the Confucian gentleman in his own house look down on. Brother Gong Jian is so young, he was not yet twenty years old and was admitted to the famous people, but his Mr. Confucian is now gray-haired, and he is just a man.

Although with Zhao Rong's knowledge, let alone lifting people, even if he is a talent, it is estimated that it will be difficult to pass the test in this life. But it doesn't mean that he doesn't have his own knowledge. This trip to the provincial capital can be said to have made Zhao Rong gain a lot of knowledge. In his heart, the image of the scholar gradually plumped up.

Now he has naturally made it clear, and there are many kinds of readers. Just like all kinds of people in this world, there are also different types of readers. It's not just that the identity of a reader deserves everyone's respect.

Seeing that Xiao Tao was still looking eagerly at him, waiting for his answer, Zhao Rong first shook his head, and then sighed. Only then did he whisper.

"Xiao Tao, you don't understand, even if what you hear and say is true, what can I do in the Zhao family? Look around us, not only you and me, but also the people in this courtyard are like birds in a cage, and there is no freedom at all. All we can do is go along with it, and even if it's really like what you said, and my situation isn't what we originally thought, what can we do?"

Hearing the young master's frustrated words, Xiao Tao was really anxious, "Young master, we can't just resign ourselves to fate." Now we don't know why the old lady treats us like this. But the young master is the only concubine of our Zhao family, is this head of the Zhao family going to fall into the hands of a concubine? Young master, you are the future head of the Zhao family. ”

"The future head of the Zhao family," Zhao Rong unconsciously repeated this word, since he was a child, he was indeed in front of his grandmother, this word was often mentioned, and every time he mentioned it, he seemed to refer to himself. But so what, the situation in front of them was definitely not what they had expected.

"Xiao Tao, you also said it, that's just the future head of the Zhao family. Since it is the future, the decision must be in the hands of the current family. Which son my father wants his son to inherit his mantle is not a matter of his words. And listening to what that person said, the servants have already decided that my eldest brother will be the next head of the Zhao family. That is, it represents my father's wishes. What can I say as a son, can I still object?"

Xiao Tao stood up directly and said anxiously: "Of course you have to object! Young master, this family is yours." Have you forgotten? In those years, the old lady kept assuring the old lady that you would be the next head of the family, young master. ”

Different from Xiao Tao's excitement, at this time, Zhao Rong had a feeling that he had recognized the reality in front of him.