Brothers Su Chong and Su Hua are working together now, but can they always work together like this?
How long have they been in the court? What do they know about officialdom? What do they know about accompanying a king like a tiger?
He is waiting to see their good end, brothers will be separated, monarchs and ministers will be separated!
"Then just open your eyes and watch carefully. Watch how we laugh."
Mrs. Zhao clenched her palms. She had always been soft-tempered and had never said anything cruel. She was really angry with Yan Zhiyuan. She never thought about comparing herself with Yan Zhiyuan. She didn't even want the identity of Yan Mian. She
I just want to be her Zhao family safely.
She can't understand Yan Zhiyuan, and Yan Zhiyuan can't understand her. If he wants to say that, then let him.
She didn't know what would happen in the future, but now, Yan Zhiyuan was definitely angry. What happened in the future would be discussed later, but just let him be angry now.
"Daddy, let's go."
Mrs. Zhao pulled Su Sanlang and never wanted to say another word to Yan Zhiyuan.
Su Sanlang and Zhao left. Yan Zhiyuan was still angry. His expression was ferocious and his nostrils were breathing like a cow.
His wife didn't dare to get close, for fear of being implicated in some way.
Yan Zhiyuan went into the back room angrily and said angrily: "Look, look, this is the daughter you are trying to make up for. Look how she treats you. You have reached this point. There is no nephew you want to fawn over."
not coming!"
"Do you know why she was so angry with me just now? I am still an official of the Central Government after all. You go and I am in charge of the Yan family. How did she treat me? She shamed me and even used her status to suppress me. She
What the hell! My sister doesn’t dare to use her status to oppress me, so why should she, why should she—"
Yan Zhiyuan roared angrily, venting his anger at Yan Qingyun. He lost control of his emotions and even grabbed Yan Qingyun's clothes and shook him.
Yan Qingyun's eyes widened in anger, and Yan Zhiyuan smiled as he looked at it. He let go of his hand and patted it gently: "Dad——"
Yan Zhiyuan shouted meaningfully. He stood up, adjusted his clothes, looked down at Yan Qingyun, and said arrogantly: "Dad, do you know how I get angry when you train me on weekdays?
Are you having a hard time now? You can't scold me even if you want to, and you can't teach me a lesson even if you want to. Just be angry. How you feel now is how I feel every time you lecture me."
"Obviously I am your only son, but you still train me like that. Have you considered my feelings? I was afraid that I would never vent my anger in this life, but I didn't expect this day to come. Tell me, what are you doing?
What's so good? If you were not my father, do you think I would listen to you like a grandson? If you were not a second-rank minister, who do you think would be willing to flatter you?"
"I know, you must say that I am unfilial again, right? If I am not filial, I am not filial. I am not filial and it is also your fault. The top beam is not straight and the bottom beam is crooked. The dirty tricks you use are no better than mine.
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"You're not convinced, you're unhappy, hold it in! You immortal old thing, God has opened your eyes and made me feel so angry. Bah, don't think I don't know how much you secretly gave to that Zhao family
, what’s the use of putting your hot face on her cold ass, people won’t look down on you.”
"As for the Qi family, none of them are good. The old immortal has a long life, but that's of no use. If he goes on the battlefield and has no eyes, he will die sooner or later. It's better to leave him alone."
"In this way, Dad, you are quite blessed. After all, you have been in charge of the family for decades, and now you have a family full of children and grandchildren, right? This is the only time in your life that your son has disobeyed you. He has never dared to disobey you before.
It’s what you said.”
Yan Zhiyuan vomited out the words he had been holding in his heart for many years. He finally let go of the bad breath, raised his chin, and showed a happy expression.
Yan Qingyun was about to pass away, and he was not sad at all.
It would be better if Yan Qingyun couldn't speak or move. It happened that he could only endure whatever he said. He was extremely satisfied to have such a day in his life.
Seeing Yan Qingyun's wide and red eyes, Yan Zhiyuan curled his lips and smiled, yes, yes, that's it, he felt like this every time before.
Yan Qingyun looked at Yan Zhiyuan. He was suffering from angina, blood was spreading in his mouth, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
When Yan Zhiyuan saw it, he wiped it away in disgust: "Dad, don't hold on anymore, go with peace of mind. Your time has passed. My time, Yan Zhiyuan's, is coming. I should also move forward."
"
In the past, it was Yan Qingyun who suppressed him and did not allow him to operate in private. Once Yan Qingyun left, while his remaining power was still there, he could operate it and it would not be difficult to move forward.
Yan Qingyun has been suppressing him, and now that he knows that he can't suppress him after his death, he will naturally be angry.
Yan Zhiyuan was already a little crazy. The angrier Yan Qingyun was, the happier he became. He looked at Yan Qingyun's expression with admiration. He smiled and said: "Dad, I know you will definitely want to ask your family to beat me now.
But you can’t do it anymore. Even if my son puts the stick in your hand, you won’t be able to lift it, right?”
Yan Qingyun's breath was very weak, and he was about to die at any time, but he held on to hold on for breath without dying.
Yan Zhiyuan was so angry that he didn't stop breathing.
Yan Zhiyuan didn't mind either. The doctor had already seen it. His father had already run out of energy, so he could only hold on to this breath. He couldn't hold on for a few days without eating or drinking. No matter how unwilling he was, he would eventually die.
If the Su family made no move, then he had no scruples. If the Su family wanted to do something, he would still pretend. Zhao had also come and turned against her, so he had nothing to endure.
So Yan Qingyun refuses to let go, which is just right. He can have a few more days of bad breath, and just thinking about it will relieve his anger.
Yan Qingyun closed his eyes with difficulty and refused to look at Yan Zhiyuan again.
Yan Zhiyuan didn't care. Anyway, he had done everything he wanted to do. If Yan Qingyun died all of a sudden, he might still feel uncomfortable. It would be good to live for two more days.
"Dad, just sleep well. You can't eat or drink, but my son can."
Yan Zhiyuan sneered, clapped his hands, turned around and went out.
Yan Qingyun spit out a breath of bloody turbid air, retribution, retribution.
He looked at the curtains and didn't understand why he couldn't die at this time. Did God torture him on purpose? Let him watch his unfilial descendants blatantly do wrong things and give him time to think more thoroughly. He belongs to the Yan family.
The ending? My heart hurts so much, but I can't do anything.
Whether it's retribution or punishment, this is what he should suffer. He couldn't help but think, if, if he had known that Qi Xinyu was young, he wouldn't have been so anxious and wouldn't have gotten her pregnant so quickly.
After giving birth to a child, if she waits for a few years, will she not die in childbirth? Will they be able to conceive more children together, more children who are kind-hearted and well-behaved, more like her than his?
