"It's Chinese New Year, why are you making such a fuss!" An old and majestic voice came into the courtyard from outside.
Wei Zi followed the sound and looked over: It was Mrs. Feng, the mother of King Yan.
"Feng Danyuan, put down your sword! Not to mention hurting people, hurting a kitten or puppy is also a crime!"
"Feng Yuanqing, are you angry with a child at such an old age? It's really getting better with time!"
Mrs. Feng, who was over seventy years old, was fierce and had a loud voice. She scolded the two father and son who were at war with each other.
What happened next made Wei Zi feel strange:
The domineering, arrogant and unruly prince Feng Danyuan actually dropped his sword obediently: "Pick it up and put it away."
The furious King Yan suddenly changed his face to a respectful one. He did not dare to refute at all, but he still let out a low "hum" unwillingly.
Who knew Mrs. Feng had a sharp ear and eyes? She raised her eyebrows and said, "Huh, what? Which word was wrong? Tell me!"
King Yan is also upright. The old mother asked him to say that he really said: "My child? Feng Danyuan is already twenty-four."
"As long as they don't get married, thirty-four and forty-four are still children!"
Mrs. Feng became more and more angry as she spoke: "How do you think you became the father? You know how to scold him all the time, so much so that he doesn't even want to go home! What's the use of scolding him? It's right to find him a wife."
That's right! This man will naturally grow up and become sensible after he has a family and children."
The upright King Yan continued to reply: "With his kind, which good girl would like him?"
Mrs. Feng said angrily: "What's wrong with Yuan'er? He's ugly, or is it because his family has no money and no power? Why don't any good girls like him?"
King Yan couldn't help but glance at Feng Danyuan: "He has flaws in his character..."
Mrs. Feng hit the ground hard with her crutch: "Does anyone say that about his own son?! Yuan'er is fine when I look at him, and he is fine everywhere! If you don't like it, there is something wrong with your eyes.
I don’t want a son with problems!”
King Yan was afraid that his old mother would disown him: "Mother, these words are serious."
He looked at Feng Danyuan again and said in a rather arrogant tone: "As long as he behaves his duty and no longer bullies his brothers, I will find a good marriage for him and make him peaceful and happy for the rest of his life."
Feng Danyuan finally couldn't help but sneer: "I won't bother Prince Yan with such a trivial matter. Just worry about the firearms in your yard! Even if I die alone all my life, and die in battle and become a lonely ghost, that's still me.
Your own affairs have nothing to do with anyone else!"
Wei Zi was shocked.
The Feng Danyuan she knew was as aloof and arrogant as a white crane. Today he said something like "I will die alone all my life, and I will die in battle and become a lonely ghost." It was really unlike him...
Before she could recover her thoughts, she was even more surprised to see Feng Danyuan lift his robe, kneel down, and kowtow three times seriously.
"Grandma, in the new year, I wish you good health and a long life." Feng Danyuan suppressed all his unruly expressions and said to Mrs. Feng seriously.
"Good boy, get up quickly, get up quickly!" Old Mrs. Feng, who was still majestic just now, suddenly became a kind old grandmother of ordinary people, and she bent down to help Feng Danyuan.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Even if your father doesn't care about you, even if everyone in the world misunderstands you, you will always be my good grandson! As long as I am still alive, I will never let anyone bully you!"
As she spoke, Mrs. Feng's eye circles turned red.
"Grandma is joking, who in this world can bully me?" Feng Danyuan smiled nonchalantly.
Mrs. Feng grabbed his hand and said nervously: "You have finally returned home, are you going to leave again after kowtowing these three times? Yuan'er, can't you have a reunion dinner with me, a lonely old man?
"
When King Yan heard this, his face turned dark immediately.
A lonely old man? His biological grandson is a human being, so isn’t his biological son not a human being?
Before Feng Danyuan had a chance to speak, Mrs. Feng's eyes had already fallen on Wei Zi's face.
