Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 955 Gratitude and righteousness

  Zi Hou, you come to judge the old man.

  After Yan Song's words, Zhu Pingan felt three pairs of eyes focus on him.

   This is a deadly comment. If you don't pay attention to your words, you will leave yourself with fatal hidden dangers.

Under the expectant eyes of the three, Zhu Pingan raised his head, bowed his hands to Yan Song, Yan Shifan, and Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling on the ground, and said slowly, "It is said that it is difficult for an upright official to break up housework, let alone wake up after a hangover. People are also extremely stupid, but thanks to the praise of Mr. Ge and Mr. Yan, Ping An is beyond his control, let's try to analyze one or two things, and look at Mr. Ge, Mr. Yan, and Mr. Zhao if he is inappropriate."

There are three meanings in Zhu Ping'an's words. One is to point out that this is a family matter for you. Zhao Wenhua is the adoptive son and Yan Song is the adoptive father. The relationship between father and son. , it is also excusable; the second is to emphasize that I woke up drunk, and I am not very sober. You just let me judge at this time. If the evaluation is not good, it is naturally excusable. ; The third is to find a way out before judging, and please bear with me if there is any inappropriateness in the judging later.

   "Let's just say, the old man decides with you, and I guarantee that no one will find trouble for you afterwards."

  Yan Song glanced at Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling on the ground, and said meaningfully.

  Zhao Wenhua's head hit the ground again.

   "Zihou, you just have to speak boldly." Yan Shifan smiled slightly, and nodded to Zhu Ping'an.

"Then Ping'an will show his shame." Zhu Ping'an nodded, then glanced at Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling on the ground, and said softly: "Judging from what Ping'an just heard, what happened today is Mr. Zhao's fault. It is a good thing for Mr. Zhao to offer Hundred Flowers Wine to the Holy Majesty, but if the way of offering is slightly adjusted, Master Zhao will offer the Hundred Flowers Wine to the Elder Ge, and then the Elder Ge will present the Hundred Flowers Wine to the Holy Majesty, it must be better, probably not. It will happen today."

   "Well, Zihou, you are sensible." After hearing Zhu Ping'an's words, Yan Song stroked his beard in satisfaction and nodded.

  Yan Song was satisfied, but Zhao Wenhua raised his head against the ground by three inches.

"However, from Ping An's point of view, although Master Zhao's way of presenting Baihua wine is open to discussion, Ping An believes that Master Zhao will never frame the old man, and Master Zhao will never dare to frame the old man. To say something disrespectful to Master Zhao, Even if Mr. Zhao is given another ten years, Mr. Zhao will not have the guts to frame elder Ge."

   Zhu Pingan continued to comment softly after Yan Song fell behind.

  After hearing Zhu Ping'an's words, Zhao Wenhua put his head on the ground again, very satisfied with Zhu Ping'an's words. Zhu Ping'an was right, I just offered the Hundred Flowers Wine in the wrong way, absolutely no intention of framing it, even if I had the heart of a bear, I wouldn't dare.

   In this way, my mistakes are limited to the wrong way of presenting Baihua wine, and the degree of this kind of mistake is much lighter.

  The more Zhao Wenhua thought about it, the more satisfied he was with Zhu Ping'an's words.

   "So, please tell the old man to quell the anger of the thunder for a while, so that you don't get angry." Zhu Pingan cupped his hands.

"What Zihou said is, the adoptive father, please calm down. The son can have today, everything is thanks to the adoptive father's gift, how could the son frame the adoptive father. Besides, the son will not be angry even if he eats the bear's heart and leopard's courage. Dare to frame the father-in-law, father-in-law."

   After Zhu Ping'an finished his comment, Zhao Wenhua hurriedly took two steps on his knees, and cried at Yan Song's feet.

  The one crying is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who see it.

  Be it the facial expression, the crying sound, or the tears, in short, it seems that Zhao Wenhua's crying is very real.

  Zhu Ping'an gave a high score to Zhao Wenhua's performance.

but.

  Zhu Ping'an guessed in his heart that the true feelings in Zhao Wenhua's cry probably accounted for the largest proportion of regret.

  I wanted to follow others, speculate, and gain a relationship with the Holy One, but I never expected that not only the relationship with the Holy Majesty failed, but also the adoptive father Yan Song was offended, and the foster father was so angry that he wanted to cut off his righteousness.

  Zhao Wenhua has been with Yan Song for a long time, and he can tell at a glance whether Yan Song is really angry or fake. Zhao Wenhua knew clearly in his heart that today, his adoptive father Yan Song said that he would cut off kindness and righteousness.

   Chickens are flying eggs, stealing chickens will not cost you a lot of rice, the road of the Holy Father is not clear, and the road of the father-in-law is also broken

  Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua's tears of regret could not stop flowing down for a moment.

   "Hmph! Even as Zihou said, you have no intention of trapping this old man." Yan Song cast an angry glance at Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling at his feet.

  “A son has absolutely no intention of framing his adoptive father.”

  Zhao Wenhua raised his head, stretched out his hand and swore, "If I have even the slightest bit, I will die with a thunderbolt!"

"I haven't finished my words yet. Even if you don't have the heart to trap this old man, but!!! You are fledgling, and your wings are not hard, but you are very strong with different intentions! Hmph, let's go, don't step on it again in the future!" Half a step into the Yan Mansion! This small temple of this old man cannot accommodate Mr. Zhao and your big Buddha! From now on, this old man will never owe you any debts! In the future, we will meet again in mountains and rivers; you and I will never see each other until death !"

  Yan Song lowered his head and took one last look at Zhao Wenhua. His eyes were like the eyes of a falcon fighting the sky in the cold winter wind and snow. He was determined and sharp.

  In the future, mountains and rivers will meet each other; you and I will never see each other!

  Yan Songen's decisive words pierced Zhao Wenhua's heart like a sharp arrow, causing Zhao Wenhua, who was kneeling on the ground, to collapse on the ground, as if he had no bones.

   "Father, foster father"

  Zhao Wenhua, who collapsed on the ground, faced Yan Song's back, stretched out his hands, and cried heart-piercingly.

   Yan Song left.

  The future is gone.

  The results of half a lifetime of hard work are about to be wiped out, and from then on the Ming Dynasty will no longer have a place for itself.

   It is conceivable that without Yan Song's protection, those people I offended in the past, as well as Li Mo's party members and others, would definitely not let me go.

  So, how can Zhao Wenhua not be heartbroken and earth-shattering.

  Maybe Zhao Wenhua cried so deeply

   A miracle happened

   After two seconds

  Yan Song who walked into the study came out again.

  Seeing the back of Yan Song walking out of the study, Zhao Wenhua was overjoyed. Has the adoptive father forgiven himself? !

   "Father."

  Zhao Wenhua disregarded the steps, and knelt up the steps with two knees, and greeted Yan Song who was walking out of the study, tears bursting from his eyes.

  The sunset in the west is very cooperative, and a ray of afterglow shines into the study.

   instant

  A dazzling light entered Zhao Wenhua's eyes.

Knife!

  Zhao Wenhua's eyelids twitched, and he saw the existence of the reflection. It turned out that Yan Song was coming with a paper knife.

   Plop

  Zhao Wenhua staggered in fright and rolled down the steps.

   "Hmph! You and I have such a sympathy, we can't say goodbye!"

  Responding to Zhao Wenhua was Yan Song's cold snort, and then he held the paper knife in one hand, raised his sleeve with the other, waved the paper knife, cut off a section of sleeve in a flash of coldness, and threw it on Zhao Wenhua's face in disgust.

   After finishing speaking, Yan Song turned his head and walked into the study without looking back.

   "Father, foster father"

  Zhao Wenhua clenched the broken sleeve in his hand, facing Yan Song's back, crying heart-piercingly, distraught.

   "It's better not to send it off."

  Yan Song said without looking back without looking back.

   "Father, foster father"

  Zhao Wenhua persevered, crying and crying.

   "Get out!!! Cough cough cough" Yan Song roared like a landslide and tsunami, and finally coughed due to too much force.

  "Father." Zhao Wenhua's face was ashen, without a trace of blood.

   "Child in the East Building, you are dead, why don't I drive you away!" Yan Song's roar came out of the study room, almost toppled the roof.

"Father, you keep calming down, I will drive him away, and I will never let him be an eyesore in front of your old man again." Yan Shifan responded loudly to the study, then turned to look at Zhao Wenhua, squinting his one eye He said with a smile, "Master Zhao, you heard it too, hehe, please, don't make me say it a second time, or I don't even know what will happen."

  (end of this chapter)