The Uighurs complained endlessly. The Xianbei people, like the Han people, have always been concerned about filial piety. Men can ignore their wives, but they cannot ignore their wives.
Now, his mother is aggressive, but he loses his composure.
"Speak quickly, where is that vixen?"
Uighur Yong took Xiao Lian as the most serious person. Seeing that his parents were so aggressive, he was also angry: "Xiao Lian is not a vixen, she is gentle and kind... she is the best woman in the world..."
"It's all forcing your sister to die, but she's still gentle and kind?"
Uighurs was furious and looked at his sister: "I don't care about the grudges between you and Xiao Lian in the past, but now, she will no longer interfere with you. Can't you let her go? Why are you still staring at her?
She is a woman who has destroyed her country and has no relatives. So pitiful, why should you still be thrusting with each other?"
The Uighurs burst into tears: "Brother, what are you talking about? Did you say something for me when she forced me?"
"But now she is your sister-in-law, and she has nothing to do with Genhe..."
Speaking of Origin He, it was simply the most humiliating pain. The Uighurs cried even more fiercely: "Brother... you are all crazy, and you are all confused by this vixen..."
Uighur Yong was angry and embarrassed: "Xiao Lian was rewarded by Your Majesty. If Xiao Lian made a mistake, wouldn't our family be guilty of deceiving the king?"
This sentence is indeed powerful.
The old lady raised her crutch could no longer fall.
Seeing that their parents were like this, Uighur Yong knew that they were guilty and quickly took the opportunity to stand up: "Come on, show the seats for the two elders and see the tea..."
Seeing that his son was submissive, the two old men also relieved their anger.
At this time, Uighur Yong called Xiao Lian and came out in a calm manner: "Xiao Lian, please see the master and the old lady..."
Xiao Lian bowed down: "My wife has met the old lady, master, and sister-in-law..."
Xiao Lian is generous and decent, and takes the initiative to be low and small, so it is difficult for everyone to lose their temper. The Uighur Master's eyes are blurred and he can't see them in detail. He just thinks it's fine if he is colorful.