His eyes are not eyes, his nose is not a nose, and he vents all his anger on Yan Qingyun.
When he lost control of his anger, he reached out and pinched Yan Qingyun several times.
Yan Qingyun was dumbfounded. He never thought that Yan Zhiyuan would be so unruly without human ethics. Even his own father would dare to take action. Does he know what he is doing and the consequences of doing so?
No matter what he is, he is still a second-grade minister. When he dies, there will be many people coming to express condolences, friends and enemies, even if there is only a little bit, but as long as someone sees that something is wrong, he will come to do an autopsy. Under the autopsy, what will happen?
Can't even hide it.
My friend, I won’t look at his death suddenly and strangely.
The enemy is even more incompetent. The enemy is eager to expose the matter to the sky and make him uneasy even if he dies. No matter who does it, the result will not be good.
He couldn't even imagine what consequences awaited Yan Zhiyuan.
This son was so stupid that he could forget even this. Thinking that all these years of teaching were useless, Yan Qingyun felt blood surging in his throat, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Yan Zhiyuan's tone was sarcastic: "You know how angry you are now? What have you been doing so long ago? Look at you, what's the use of flattery? What's the use? Do you know how many boxes of good things are brought into the Qi Mansion?"
"The old immortal from the Qi family is also disgusting. He even prepared a martial arts banquet for this purpose. He said it was a compliment to the martial arts. He took out some of the best swords in his collection and gave them away. He invited so many people, but he didn't invite us.
You still give good things to the old man, but what about others, do they take you seriously?"
The Yan family was not invited to the banquet hosted by the Qi family, which made Yan Zhiyuan feel very angry, as if he had been slapped in the face.
Yan Zhiyuan directed all his anger at Yan Qingyun regardless of risk.
After he had vented enough, he straightened his clothes and said calmly: "By the way, I don't know if you still remember. On the day of the Chinese New Year, there was a little Taoist next to Su Xiaolu at the gate of Qi Mansion. He came today and said that he was with a friend.
Breaking off the fate will solve your confusion. That little Taoist priest is blind and came here alone, so I kicked him out."
Yan Qingyun's face was distorted. He was so angry that he felt like his body was about to explode. Blood was constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth, but even so, he was not dead.
Yan Zhiyuan looked at this and smiled: "Dad, what confusion do you still have in your heart? I'm quite curious. Do you want to know why you don't take your flattery to Su Chong and Su Hua seriously? Or something else?
, It’s a pity that you can’t speak now, and I won’t let you speak. The confusion in your heart will only end in vain. You can take it into the coffin yourself.”
Yan Qingyun's eyes were red with anger and looked like they were about to explode. Yan Zhiyuan felt refreshed just looking at it.
Although he wanted to know, Yan Qingyun couldn't tell that he was holding his breath and he was even happier when he saw it, so it didn't matter if he didn't know.
Yan Qingyun was stimulated to play, Yan Zhiyuan got up and left.
After he left, the old servant got up, walked over, took a look at Yan Qingyun, sighed and whispered: "Master, why do you have to do this?"
"Old slave, I know you are feeling miserable...sigh..."
The old servant carefully wiped the blood from the corner of Yan Qingyun's mouth.
They were all so angry that they couldn't let go of their anger, and they felt tortured just by looking at them.
Yan Qingyun's body was trembling slightly. He wanted to let go and die, but he couldn't let go. He couldn't die. He wasn't willing to give in.
Every moment of life is a torture that makes you miserable.
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Niu Zai was invited out of the house. Seeing that he refused to leave, the young man said helplessly: "Little Taoist priest, you'd better leave quickly. Our young master won't let you in, and there's nothing anyone can do."
Niu Zai's expression was solemn. Without saying a word, he sat down cross-legged in front of the house.
Seeing how stubborn he was, the boy shook his head helplessly and went in without saying anything. He was just a servant and couldn't do anything.
I am a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river. I cannot protect myself, so how can I care about others?
He almost fell into a place of eternal destruction just now, but he would never dare to interfere in this trivial matter again.
Niu Zai sat there for several hours. Yan Zhiyuan went out at night and frowned when he saw him. He went up and asked, "Why are you still here?"
"Otherwise, let's do this. My father is sick now. I have the final say in everything at home. I have the final say, and you can say the same to me."
Yan Zhiyuan originally wanted to drive the calf away, but after a second thought, he changed his mind.
Niu Zai saluted, and then said: "Xiao Dao does have something to say to the destined ones."
Yan Zhiyuan became interested: "What are you talking about? I think you seem to know how to order something, so tell me, will I get what I want in the future?"
Yan Zhiyuan was very ambitious. He thought that Niu Zai was still Su Xiaolu's friend, so he should be quite capable. If he said something nice, he would feel more comfortable just thinking about it.
He looked at the cow with empty eyes and suddenly became suspicious: "You can't see with your eyes, how can you make a living?"
Yan Zhiyuan lacked etiquette and lacked respect. Niu Zai was neither angry nor angry, and still had a gentle expression on his face. He said calmly: "I don't rely on my eyes to see, I rely on my feelings. The person I am destined for is now in many dangers without knowing it. The current situation is already like walking on thin ice...
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"Shut up, what bullshit. I am in the prime of good fortune right now. What nonsense are you talking about? You and the Su family are in the same category. Neither of them is a good person. Get out of here. If you don't leave, don't blame me for treating you badly."
polite."
After only listening to a few sentences, Yan Zhiyuan didn't want to listen anymore. There was nothing Niuzai said that he liked to hear.
His response was also very simple. He raised his head contemptuously and said coldly: "Originally, I was thinking that I would let you meet my father as you promised. Who knew that you couldn't spit out ivory from your dog's mouth, but you still said you were here?
You are here to clear up my father's confusion. I think you are here to piss him off. I am too lazy to talk nonsense with you, so go away."
If Niu Zai didn't want to see his father, he wouldn't allow him to see him.
Use words to make him angry so that he won't be angry with him. Just get angry back. Yan Zhiyuan squinted his eyes, preparing to appreciate the remorseful look on Niu Zai's face.
But after he finished speaking, Niu Zai's expression did not change at all. He said nothing more, tapped his blind stick and turned around to leave.
"damn it--"
Yan Zhiyuan gritted his teeth angrily, turned around and ordered: "Remember this little Taoist priest. Next time you see him coming, drive him away. If he doesn't leave, beat him away."
If the cow comes again, he won't have such good luck.
It was already dark and the calf hadn't come back yet. The Su family were a little worried about him. After hearing Old Man Wu's explanation, Su Sanlang and Mrs. Zhao felt sorry for the calf and sighed that they didn't make more delicious food for the calf. They could only feel sorry for him in their hearts.
He prayed.
Su Xiaolu was a little depressed, but he could only respect it. Only Chen Xing sat outside the door and waited. He firmly believed that Lagou would not break his promise, so the child was stubborn, so he let him go.
