The red building is so arrogant

Chapter 58 But it makes Laishun change the focus

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Just when Laishun slammed his head on the ground and said "Godfather", the door of the room was pushed open, and what followed was Laiwang's scolding: "Little bastard, you just stopped for a while. Why are you making a fool of yourself again?! Offending the East House for such an old thing..."

"father!"

Seeing his father pointing at the bed, Laishun hurriedly stood up to stop him, and said with a smile, "Listen to my explanation first!"

"Don't call me dad!"

Laiwang said angrily, "Your father is lying on the bed!"

After a pause, he complained bitterly: "It's enough to be troublesome if you bring him home, why do you have to admit a thief to do it..."

"father!"

Laishun was afraid that he would say more, and the title that fell from the sky would grow wings and fly away again, so he hurriedly pulled and 'invited' his father to the outside world.

Laiwang Wu was still angry, pointing to the inside and shouting, "Give me the person now..."

"Godfather has a title!"

"Bring me back...what title?"

"A title that can be hereditary!"

"Can a hereditary title, title?!

Laiwang's face is like opening a grocery store, and every facial muscle is filled with emotions and desires. It took a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "Then you...then you just..."

"Just now, it was the godfather who promised to pass the title to me!"

Lai Shun said, counting with his fingers: "He is a fifth-rank cavalry captain, because it is passed down from head to toe, only need to drop one rank..."

"Yun, Yun Qiwei?!"

Laiwang was trembling with excitement: "Six, 666 ranks?!"

Seeing that he was about to scramble for a bed with Jiao Da, Laishun hurriedly stepped forward to help him sit down, and distributed half of the tea for Jiao Da in the room to shock his father.

Laiwang poured half a glass of warm water into his stomach, and then he recovered a little, grabbed his son's arm, and asked in a trembling voice, "Does he really want to pass the title to you?"

After a pause, he asked again, "How could he have a title?"

By the way, I will retell Jiao Da's remarks briefly and concisely.

After listening to Laiwang, he couldn't help but stunned: "I have heard rumors that Lord Sejong was in the wrong position, but I only thought that it was the son of a concubine who took the heir. Who would have thought that Sejong was not the blood of the Taizu!"

After sighing, he asked again: "Since there is a hereditary title, how could Uncle Zhen drive him out of the house indiscriminately? Could it be that no one in the East House knows about this?"

"This……"

Laishun spread his hands: "Didn't you just go in after you recognized your godfather? I haven't had time to ask about anything else."

"Then don't hurry up and ask!"

Laiwang said, he stood up on the armrest, and tidied up his clothes in awe, and then returned to the Westinghouse.

As soon as he entered the door, his shoulders were a little short, and he said with a smile: "Brother, it was all mine just now, right? You look at us, don't give me general knowledge."

Laishun: "..."

If he remembers correctly, his father is only 35 years old, and he is 50 years younger than Jiao Da. Thanks to the deep affection of the phrase 'old brother', there is no discomfort at all.

but……

Thinking that he and Jiao Da were almost 70 years younger, and still recognized Jiao Da as his godfather, it would be hard for him to laugh at fifty steps.

At this time, Jiao Da glanced at his dry son, and it was rare that he did not utter any evil words, and said seriously: "Don't worry, I finally have a temper, and he has helped me again and again, so I won't pass on my title to him. , who else can you pass it on?"

Laiwang was overjoyed, and was about to offer countless flattery, and then asked more carefully, but heard Jiao Da said again: "It's just that I have one more condition, you have to agree..."

"Brother, just tell me!"

Before he could finish speaking, Laiwang hurriedly patted his chest and assured: "Don't say one condition, just ten!"

This was obviously stunned by the title falling from the sky.

I can't do anything about it. This is the fault of my own father. It's easy to lose control when it comes to major events - when it comes to giving advice to others, it's wise.

But Laishun thought, since Jiao Da agreed to pass the title to himself, he shouldn't make any excessive demands.

Sure enough, I listened to Jiao Dao: "I have no other regrets in this life, only the fact that I have no children under my knees is really ashamed of my ancestors. In the future, if Shun Ruo has a son, I must share the incense of inheriting my Jiao family!"

It was such a small thing.

Laishun thought that in the future, he would need to have more rooms, and there would naturally be no shortage of children, so he hurriedly said: "I don't ask..."

"How did this happen!"

Unexpectedly, Lai Wang suddenly straightened his spine with an angry look on his face.

What does this mean?
No matter how much attention is paid to the inheritance of bloodlines, not all of them are surnamed Jiao, but how can they get one even if they come out?

Laishun looked at his father in amazement, and was about to persuade him a few words, but Wang Wang said categorically, "How can only one son succeed with such a great kindness? From now on, Shun'er will be with you, brother. The surname is Jiao!"

Laishun: "..."

It's breathless.

But Dad is too reluctant to write a book, so he doesn't even care about his own incense?
Jiao Da also looked stunned, and blurted out: "This... you only have this son in your family. If you adopt it to my Jiao family, won't you be afraid of the anger of your ancestors?"

"Brother doesn't know anything."

Laiwang explained with a smile: "My ancestors were born outcasts, and before they sold themselves to the king's family as slaves, they didn't have a proper name at all - the word 'lai' was casually coined by the little steward at that time, meaning new 'lai' 'The servant of the Wang family."

After a pause, he added with a wry smile: "Now there is another family in the Wang family's mansion surnamed 'Xin', who entered the mansion at the same time as my ancestor."

"When Shun'er inherits the shadow of her elder brother and has an official title, it is time to change her surname to a proper surname—the surname Jiao, it's even better!"

These words are reasonable and reasonable, and naturally made Jiao Da excited. The fault is that the yamen will start a holiday from today. If they can't say it, they will urge the father and son to come home and directly carry him to the Shuntian Prefecture, the Ministry of Officials, and the Ministry of War for reporting. this matter.

As for why Ning Guofu didn't know that Jiao Da had a title on his body.

Jiao Da sneered: "I was promoted to the official title that day, but I received the title of honor. Only the Duke of the whole family knows about it."

After a pause, he said with a bit of disappointment: "The grandfather of the country probably didn't expect that I could live to this age, and I didn't expect that future generations would be so ineffective, so I didn't explain this to my children and grandchildren."

"Actually, I also had the intention to pass this title to the brothers in the mansion, but each one of them... Sigh, let's not mention it!"

Jiao Da was reluctant to mention it, for fear that he would regret it, let alone mention it.

Just in a good mood, Shuan Zhu finally invited the doctor.

According to some diagnosis, Jiao Da's injury is not very serious, but after all, he is old and frail, and old injuries have not healed and new injuries have been added.

Laiwang also pointed out that he would take his son to the yamen to note Chengjue after the new year, and immediately told the doctor that at all costs, he must make Jiao Da recover as soon as possible.

When the doctor heard this, how could he be polite?
It cost six to seventy taels of silver just to buy medicinal materials that day.

Laiwang didn't even blink an eye.

This further proves Laishun's original conjecture, that his family really has some background.

…………

It's evening.

Yang shi was making up for sleep at home, and suddenly felt that someone was spying on him.

He opened his eyes in a daze, but it was her husband, Qin Xian, who came back at some unknown time.
"What are you doing?!"

Startled, Yang hurriedly wrapped the quilt tightly, and said calmly, "This is silent, who do you want to scare?"

"It's nothing."

Qin Xian smiled shyly: "I just saw some patterns on the back of your shoulder..."

"What pattern?"

Yang became more and more flustered.

Qin Xian gestured and said, "It's the sun and the moon, and there are some small stars around it. It's amazing to look at."

Yang suddenly remembered the pocket watch he helped Laishun pick up when he was dressing in the conservatory.

About that night, he had pressed it under his body, so he left traces - but his body was so tender at the time, so he hadn't noticed it.

Yang shi lowered his head to hide the embarrassment on his face, and said in a sullen voice, "What nonsense are you talking about - this is probably printed by accident when I secretly went to the big flower hall to watch a play, what can it be so beautiful?!"

"It's so pretty!"

Qin Xian insisted on his own opinion, and crawled onto the bed with a drooling face.

"Get off!"

Yang shi kicked him across the quilt, annoyed: "I'm going to be on duty in a while, what are you making a fuss about?!"

"Isn't there some time..."

Qin Xian is still getting tired of it.

"Get off!"

Yang scolded again, pulled his jacket and put it under the quilt, then got up and said in disgust, "Every time I can't go up or down, I'm so sorry!"

"What you said..."

Qin Xian was hit hard, but looking at his wife's ruddy complexion and smooth skin, she seemed to have a lot more color than before, and couldn't help but smile, "I'll be back earlier tomorrow."

At this moment, Mr. Yang has no interest at all at all, and is about to refuse categorically, but remembering that he did not take any measures yesterday, in case...

"Let's talk in two days!"

"Hey!"

Qin Xian answered graciously, and graciously handed over the grooming items, thinking to himself: Listen to the meeting, so that this woman will be nourished into such a state, and there must be a few actors in the back house, and let her Everyday is fine.

　Thanks to book friends: Bondage, Wu Xiaolou, Apollo of Abstinence, Cannon with Plum Dried Vegetables—for the reward.

　
(End of this chapter)