Regardless of whether Zhangsun Shunde really wanted to act like this or was testing him again, it had touched his softest sore spot. Even if the King of Heaven came to him, there would be no room for discussion on this matter.
He tried hard to control his emotions and make himself look less angry, but he was thinking in his heart that he was really shameless.
"My uncle is under the family and is busy with political affairs all day long. I think he is exhausted physically and mentally. I don't need to worry about my family affairs, right?"
A-mei is young, but she was once the royal concubine of the King of Qin. Her status is extremely noble, and she cannot be insulted even if she is down and out.
Furthermore, if today's emperor never intends to kill everyone, why does my uncle, as a relative, do the opposite and come to force him? If according to what his uncle said, he really wants to accomplish what he did and spread the word... Haha, everyone.
How can the descendants of the Changsun family have any dignity in the world?"
Changsun Wuji changed his humble expression and became extremely rude in his words.
Changsun Shunde was stunned and stared at Changsun Wuji twice as if he didn't believe it. Then he became furious, slammed the table and said: "Who are you talking to? I am both your elder and yours."
Sir, how dare you be so rude?"
Within a few words, the uncle and nephew fell out, and all the old grudges came to mind.
Both of them are well-educated people, so even if they fall out, it wouldn't be such a problem, but the topic is really wrong.
For more than three years, eldest son Shunde has felt that he has been very kind to his nephew. Not only did he shelter the two brothers and sisters in his mansion, but he also sought an official position for eldest grandson Wuji...
Over the past few years, he has often regarded himself as an elder, and has long forgotten what it was like to get along with the brother and sister when he first leaned towards Li Shimin.
In addition, although Changsun Wuji is young, the city is already deep. He has never shown any other meaning in the past three years. His respectful treatment also gave Changsun Shunde the illusion that they are all descendants of the Changsun family. He can't help but shout around?
Little did he know that his nephew had never forgotten the grudges of the past, and he was respectful to his uncle on the surface, but he never looked down upon him in his heart.
The previous forbearance was just because he was always walking on thin ice due to the previous dynasty, and because of his humble position, he did not dare to make mistakes easily.
Now that he was suddenly promoted to the rank of Shaoqing of Dali Temple, the road ahead was full of mist, but he had actually stepped back from the edge of the cliff, and his spirit that had been hidden for several years had naturally recovered.
At this point, Changsun Shunde is still trying to suppress him. How can he give in?
At this time, both the uncle and nephew were very angry, and there was no one around them. They were frozen there for a moment. The uncle and nephew looked at each other and refused to give in. The atmosphere was tense and frozen.
After a while, Changsun Wuji smiled slightly, raised his glass and said: "With this glass, I respect my uncle for protecting me and seeking an official position in the past. But having said that, in the Tiance Mansion, Amei and I also spoke for our uncle less.
At that time, my uncle's family first arrived in Chang'an. If we hadn't introduced him, how would he be today? To be honest, it was my uncle and others who took advantage.
It's a pity that the big thing has not been accomplished. We brothers and sisters can't blame others. We can swallow the bitterness or sweetness by ourselves. Just like when we were kicked out of the house, why do we need others to judge us?
Now that I have said this, I am not afraid to tell my uncle what I really want to say. In Dali Temple, justice is the most important thing when judging punishments, amending laws, and supervising all officials.
I was just thinking about it, considering my uncle's behavior, I will be the Young Minister of Dali Temple, and I will be temporarily in charge of the responsibilities of the minister. I must always make some conveniences for my uncle, just like I did when I was appointed to the Chang'an Order.
Today someone is asking for help, and tomorrow someone is begging for mercy. Uncle, think about it, how long has it been since then, and how many people have come to talk to me in the name of the Changsun family?
If the same is true for me when I take office in Dali Temple, how can I talk about fairness? Wouldn't it be a knife and ax in the hands of adults? I am extremely unwilling to do it.
It's a good idea to make things clear to your uncle now, so as not to refute your uncle's feelings and make things difficult for him in the future.
In fact, there is no need for me to be angry with my uncle. My uncle's way of becoming an official is not in line with mine, and we didn't get along much before... Otherwise, I wouldn't have introduced my uncle to the King of Qin..."
Having said this, Changsun Wuji didn't care how ugly his face was. He drank a drink, stood up and bowed deeply to Changsun Shunde and said, "I see that my uncle is also tired. My nephew, I'll say goodbye now."
Even though there wasn't a single curse word in the words, everyone's face was severely torn off, and they all meant that people with different opinions should not work together.
Changsun Shunde suppressed the anger in his chest and stared at the unfamiliar white-eyed wolf in front of him. Every sentence he said was like a steel needle piercing his heart, making him feel embarrassed and annoyed.
If he had been leading the army back then, he would have definitely drawn his sword and killed the offending little beast first.
Seeing that Changsun Wuji was still acting coy, he sneered sinisterly and said: "Dali Temple, fair? Without Changsun to protect you, how can you sit safely in office? Maybe I'll wait for you to wake up from your sleep tomorrow.
Come, I'm afraid I'll ask to be admitted to my uncle's house again."
Changsun Wuji straightened up without any scruples. Hearing Changsun Shunde's words, he couldn't help laughing, "Uncle, don't worry, I've seen all the tricks you use to clean things up, so how can I dare to ask you for help?
I am incompatible with the Changsun family, and I have long wanted to change this bullshit surname, Changsun? Haha, in your heart it is of no importance, but in my heart it is as thin as an autumn leaf, breaking at the touch of a touch."
His words were so decisive, and his heart was so happy that it was unspeakable. All the resentments that had been in his heart for many years boiled up, making his eyes turn red.
He turned around and walked out. What he was thinking about was to kill those two idiots, Changsun Anshi, before Dai Zhou and others arrived. Then, those two people were able to live for so many years. It's really God's fault.
Changsun Shunde's eyes were also red, because he was angry, so he grabbed the wine cup and threw it out.
He was old, but his accuracy and strength were good. He hit Changsun Wuji on the back with a loud bang. Changsun Wuji was unprepared and immediately staggered forward with a groan from the hit.
But he didn't look back. He quickly endured the pain and straightened up, still making wisecracks, "Uncle is getting old, so it's better to save some energy."
The eldest grandson Shunde was so angry that his mouth was filled with smoke and he almost vomited blood.
The servant on duty outside finally heard something was wrong inside, and hurried in to check. Changsun Wuji happened to come out, pushed him away, and went out.
Changsun Wuji was very familiar with this mansion. He hurried out of the study room at the back of the house without even paying attention to the servants. He was afraid that Changsun Shunde would lose his mind in anger and humiliation, and treat this fresh young master of Dali Temple like
Qing was killed immediately.
After "escaping" all the way out of the mansion and onto the street, Changsun Wuji breathed a sigh of relief. He looked back and sighed bitterly. Thinking of Changsun Shunde's face when he talked about his sister, the fire started in his heart again.