Chapter 1548: Howling at the top of your lungs about the scene in the fifteenth year of Zhenguan (please vote)
In the inner courtyard of the Fang Mansion, the Prime Minister of Fang, who had just chased his own son and had his hat crooked and his clothes slanted, had already straightened his clothes.
He sat on the main seat calmly and calmly, holding the table with his hands, and his eyes were like lightning, falling on the evil son Fang Erlang.
Fang Erlang knelt down and knelt down two feet away from his father with a smug look on his face, looking frequently at his mother who was sitting beside him.
But at this time, Mrs. Lu seemed to be unable to see her son's eyes and expression asking for help.
He slowly wiped the tea bowl there, and then poured a cup of fragrant black tea for the Prime Minister.
"Master, drink some tea to relieve your anger. Don't be like this stupid boy."
"Humph!" Fang Daxiang snorted with lingering anger, and then he took a sip of tea.
Mrs. Lu stretched out her hand and gently massaged her husband's shoulders. "Husband, why do you need to move so much? What should I do if I am exhausted after being chased by this stupid boy like this?"
After hearing what Lu said, the Prime Minister Fang snorted arrogantly.
"Hmph... Even though I'm getting older, I can still deal with this kid."
Today I chased this kid all over the house, and I am still covered in sweat, but after such a run, I feel quite comfortable.
Mrs. Lu pursed her lips tightly, then glanced at her own son who was kneeling there, rubbing his skin, and said in agreement.
"Of course. Although my husband is a gentleman, he followed His Majesty in his expeditions in the early years and made a lot of great contributions..."
After listening to these words, the Prime Minister Fang couldn't help feeling refreshed, and the rising anger in his heart was gradually extinguished by his wife's tenderness.
"Husband, Erlang has been kneeling for so long, why don't you let him get up first to rejuvenate his blood? After all, people who are going to get married in a few days, if there is something wrong with kneeling, it will not work."
"..." Fang Daxiang was dumbfounded. It was the first time in his life that he heard that kneeling as a punishment could cause problems.
However, since his wife had said so, he had no choice but to give Mr. Lu some face, so he could only snort.
The corners of Lu's lips raised slightly as he understood, and then he shouted at Erlang. "You bastard, what are you doing in a daze? Why don't you get up quickly?"
After hearing his mother's instructions, Fang Jun quickly climbed up, rubbed his butt that had just received a few sticks from his own father, and said with a flattering smile.
"Hey! Thank you, mother, thank you, father..."
Only then did Mrs. Lu let go of the hand massaging Fang Daxiang, and looked at her tall, fat and strong biological son with some distress.
Feeling distressed, and angrily, I poked this kid's forehead with my finger.
"Tell mom, what did you do to make your dad so angry?"
Fang Jun sighed helplessly, glanced at his father furtively, and then complained to his mother in a low voice.
"Mom, the kid actually didn't do anything wrong. It was dad who misunderstood..."
Although he was older, he still had a clear hearing and eyesight. He immediately raised his eyebrows and stood up.
"What did I misunderstand?!"
"When I went there, did you use the purple brush that was supposed to be used for writing poems and paintings as a drumstick and put it on the table, and told me that you were beating time?"
"He was still yelling at the top of his lungs about that scene in the 15th year of Zhenguan."
"???" Lu's mind was instantly confused. The name "father" could only be preceded by one person at most. Where did it come from?
Fang Jun wiped his face in embarrassment and quickly explained.
"That's not the case. The lyrics should be about the first snowfall in the fifteenth year of Zhenguan. I just saw dad suddenly appear and called dad..."
"Lyrics? You can also sing ditties?" Mrs. Lu looked at her biological son blankly. This brand-new talent really caught her mother off guard.
"No, no, no, it's not that kind of informal ditty. Brother Chu Bi taught me to sing something very serious. It's called a song. The name of the song is "The First Snow in the Fifteenth Year of Zhenguan"."
"Ha! Return the song, I see you..." Fang Daxiang slapped the table with his hands, his anger rising again.
"Master!" Mrs. Lu couldn't help but turned around and called out softly. When the Prime Minister of the Fang Dynasty saw the look his wife, Mrs. Lu, cast, he grunted and sat back angrily.
"Mom, I sang so beautifully. Even Brother Chu Bi and Brother Weide were so jealous that their eyes turned red when they heard my son singing."
Seeing Erlang's determined and confident look, Mrs. Lu really became interested.
"Come on, hum a few words and let me hear it. Is it really as good as you say..."
Seeing that his wife Lu was fooled by this boy again, the Prime Minister sitting over there puffed his beard and glared, but he had no choice but to do anything.
"..." After hearing his mother's words, Fang Jun couldn't help but look in the direction of his father.
"Looking at you like that, what are you afraid of when your mother is here?"
Seeing that this fat and strong son was still so afraid of his own father, Mrs. Lu patted the boy's shoulder and said in a fit of laughter and laughter.
With his mother in charge and his own singing voice, Fang Jun was very confident and finally opened his mouth after pondering for a long time.
"The snowfall in the fifteenth year of Zhenguan came later than usual..."
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Mrs. Lu stared blankly at Erlang who was singing loudly in front of her. Instantly, her scalp felt numb, and an indescribable feeling began to grow in her heart.
This sentence also made Fang Xuanling look at Fang Jun with a shocked face, who had raised his hands and continued to sing loudly.
The vicissitudes of life and the extremely emotional voice, as well as the moving melody, instantly made Fang Xuanling stay in place.
As Fang Erlang sang loudly, the singing spread out of the house and forward, and more and more Fang family members quietly approached the house because of this touching singing.
They all pricked up their ears and stretched their necks, hoping to hear more clearly.
Along with his singing, people really have a feeling of being in the scene.
It seems that I really saw a dancing butterfly, swaying and dancing in the sky with flying white snow...
The song ended. Fang Jun, who sang affectionately and was intoxicated by his own singing, opened his eyes.
Then he saw the eyes of the mother in front of him were faintly red, and she was looking at him intently.
At this time, there was a sudden shout of applause from outside the house, and then there was a shout, and then the noisy footsteps dispersed.
Apparently they were all afraid of being caught and exposed, so they all ran away. Only the housekeeper Fang Shen stayed behind as a matter of course.
And the cute little maid, Green Butterfly, huddled in the corner with brilliant eyes, her face full of intoxication.
Seeing that his mother still seemed to be in a daze, Fang Jun squinted his eyes, and saw his own father looking at him in disbelief, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
For a long time, Mrs. Lu raised her hands, held Fang Erlang's head and shook it left and right, saying in disbelief.
"Husband, this, is this really what our second son sang?"
Chapter completed!