Chapter 584 Song Xiang, you shameless

In October, Lushan Academy located in Chengde welcomed noble guests. A team of elite soldiers guarded the mountain, but on the mountain, there was a cold wind, and a few people staring at each other.

"However, what is the reason why the prime minister of a country who is a dignified and powerful country came to this broken academy?"

An old man wearing a cloak, blushing face, gray-haired and bearded stared at the big and small in front of him.

"I'm really going to visit you, Master, Su'er, please pay homage to Master, Master." Song Zhiyuan pushed his son for a moment.

Song Lingsu was slightly stunned. Why did he become the uncle of the master? But he bowed as he said, and said obediently: "Su'er pays homage to the uncle of the master."

"Don't! I can't afford to be a man." The Fu Taifu avoided it, snorted lightly, and looked at Song Zhiyuan and said, "Don't recognize relatives here, you are not a member of the family, what uncle, we are not all the people."

Song Zhiyuan said helplessly: "Uncle Master, the teacher, he has been alive for many years and has long turned into a pile of bones. You still hold a grudge against him!"

The Fu Taifu snorted coldly and said, "So what? He snatched the beauty in my heart, and snatched it, but he didn't protect it yet. I hate him for the rest of his life, no, for two lives! I have long cut off my brotherly relationship with him, so you don't have to recognize relatives here."

This gritted teeth and made Song Lingsu look sideways and heard a little gossip from it.

Could it be the bloody love triangle in my grandmother’s mouth?

Song Zhiyuan smiled slightly: "But Runzhi heard that in front of the teacher and his wife's tomb, there is a handful of tung flowers and a pot of mulberry wine every Qingming Festival. It turns out that you were not here to worship, and I don't know who is interested. The teacher has a spirit in heaven, so he must have comforted Lao Huai."

The teacher’s wife liked tung flowers the most during her lifetime, while the teacher loved mulberry wine the most. She could bring some to pay tribute to the Qingming Festival every year, so she was the one who had the same name as her.

The old Fu Taifu's face turned hot: "..."

However, the old guy had his own shamelessness. He stubbornly said, "That shameless person will go to his grave to worship, that's someone else's kindness."

Song Zhiyuan said: "It is indeed a kind heart. Just like you, Master, you are a kind and compassionate old man."

As he said that, he looked at Song Lingsu and said, "Does Su'er feel cold? It's okay, although this is a hot topic, your uncle will invite us in and have hot tea to warm up. He is a good person, so you can bear it."

Song Lingsu: "..."

Fu Taifu: "..."

It was indeed the shameless student who taught him, as shameless as him. Look at what he said.

The Fu Taifu wanted to say something and retort, but Song Lingsu sneezed twice at the right time. The elegant young man looked at him with a pitiful look.

He endured it and snorted: "I am poor and can't compare to the prime minister who holds great power, so I don't have any good tea."

He turned around and walked towards the hut behind him, took two steps, and said, "I told you that someone with the surname Song, don't recognize relatives anymore, it's useless to recognize them."

"The saint said that one day, one day, one will be a teacher and one's father. I am a disciple of the teacher, and I will also recognize you as my uncle."

The Fu Taifu turned around and glared at him fiercely, and the oil and salt were not in.

When Song Lingsu saw the old man in, he couldn't help but look at his father. It turned out that you were such a shameless father. It was the first time he saw him.

Song Zhiyuan smiled slightly, with an expression of deep understanding of merit and fame.

Shamelessness has its own advantages, especially for some extraordinary people.

Song Lingsu said hehe, he learned it.
Chapter completed!