Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

sixteen,

The Zhan family's ancestral hall is close to the bottom of the mountain, and it has been around for some years. It looks a bit quaint, and the Zhan family has never liked to get involved in the disputes between the rivers and lakes, but it is more like a traditional rich family.

Although the Zhan family doesn't get involved in the disputes between the rivers and lakes, anyone with a discerning eye knows that the old lady Zhan is actually the master of the Zhan family. Even Zhan Yun, the eldest son of Zhan, only shows his face, and it is the old lady who makes decisions.

Therefore, Yujie Village treats Mrs. Zhan's birthday very solemnly every year.

Given the Zhan family's status in the arena, some sects and clans had to come to have a look, and Zhan Zhao became famous at a young age and now he is a close minister of the emperor, and some officials in the officialdom would also come to have a look.But after all, there is a difference between the officialdom and the Jianghu. In order to maintain the balance between them, Zhan Yun has worked hard these few days.

Zhan Yun didn't have a good rest last night, and this morning he went to the ancestral hall early in the morning to arrange for his mother to offer incense.

Watching the soft sedan with lights coming from a distance, Zhan Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried forward to meet him.

Zhan Yun has passed his thirties, but he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he is lean and neat. There is not even a trace of wrinkles on his face, but the short mustache on his lips makes him look more calm and solemn.

The soft sedan stopped, pressed the sedan chair and lifted the curtain, and Mrs. Zhan leaned out steadily.

Zhan Yun hurriedly went up to support him, and said with a smile: "Mother came so early, the baby is already ready, please ask mother to offer some incense."

Mrs. Zhan paused for a while, looked at it for a while, showed a gratified smile, and said, "I'm afraid you have been very busy these few days, so I will burn a stick of incense to the ancestors in a while, and pray for the ancestors to protect our Zhan family." good."

Zhan Yun bowed his head and said yes, and when he looked up, he saw Zhan Zhao following the sedan chair, his eyes flickered, and he said: "My sister came back yesterday and made a fuss late yesterday, I'm afraid she hasn't woken up yet, do you want someone to call you?" one time?"

Mrs. Zhan's brows moved slightly, her eyes were clear, she smiled lightly and said: "You are talking about a younger sister, but you probably only have a younger brother in your eyes?"

Zhan Yun didn't refute, and said softly: "Mother..."

Mrs. Zhan said: "Don't look at me and get confused when I get older. Your sister is a daughter. She rarely comes to this ancestral hall except on weekdays on the first and fifteenth day of the new year."

Zhan Yun bent slightly with a smile, and said: "Mother understands best." Then he lowered his voice and said, "Zhao'er has not formally offered incense to the ancestors for three or four years, isn't mother afraid of giving incense first?" Father accused him of being unfilial, did the ancestors condemn him?

Mrs. Zhan paused, her face changed slightly but quickly returned to normal, she sneered and said, "Is it my fault? I won't stop people from coming to worship at the ancestral hall on the first and fifteenth day of the new year. Has he ever come back to offer incense? !"

Zhan Yun said cautiously: "Zhao'er also has a last resort..."

Mrs. Zhan didn't say anything more, she just let out a cold snort and went straight to the ancestral hall.

Looking at Mrs. Zhan's back, Zhan Yun sighed helplessly, turned his head to look at Zhan Zhao who was gradually approaching in front of him, and said with a wry smile: "You have also seen that my mother never listens to what I say."

Zhan Zhao forced a smile, and said, "Brother Zhao'er understands what Big Brother is thinking, it's really my fault for always making things difficult for Big Brother..."

Zhan Yun stepped forward and took Zhan Zhao's hand, and said: "My brother said what to do, my mother actually loves you and cares about you the most, that's why she is so demanding on you. The most unforgivable thing - but as a son, we should just let her feel wronged, and she will understand you when she thinks about it." Then he took Zhan Zhao's hand and followed slowly towards the ancestral hall go.

Zhan Yun sighed softly: "In fact, mother still cares about you very much in her heart. A month ago, the teacher from the county came to sit down and talk about your injury after chasing the murderer. Mother secretly burned incense to the Bodhisattva in the Buddhist hall to pray for blessings. I know, but my mother has a strong temper. If she didn't tell me, I had no choice but to pretend that I didn't know anything. Later, I sent someone to Kaifeng to find out that you had already recovered, and I pretended to be a slip of the tongue and told my mother. She was relieved. .”

As soon as Zhan Zhao's heart warmed up, mist appeared in his eyes. Looking at the back of his mother not far in front of him, his hands shook Zhan Yun slightly, and said, "It's always Zhao'er who is unfilial, and makes elder brother worry so much."

Zhan Yun said: "The Patriarch of the Zhan family is sitting in the seat, and it's all right to worry about it. After these procedural matters are over, you and your mother can have a good talk in private - look at you, you are also such a big person Now, why did you become more and more childish after going through the world and experienced in the officialdom, and you actually cried?"

Zhan Zhao hurriedly raised his hand to wipe it, and sure enough, there were tears on his cheeks, he felt a little embarrassed, and couldn't speak while muttering, Zhan Yun smiled and pulled him into the ancestral hall.

Yang Jian was hidden in the morning mist, but he was actually very close to Zhan Zhao. Seeing a teardrop from him silently across his face, for some reason, his heart felt a little impulsive, and he almost couldn't help but want to raise his hand to help him wipe away the tears .

His fingertips moved slightly, but he held back.

Yang Jian covered his sleeves with his palms and slowly clenched it tightly, as if he wanted to clenched his heart in the same way, so that this heart would not escape his control and act recklessly.

Reckless?

Yang Jian sneered, isn't this his forte?So why didn't you follow your own heart?

His heart beat suddenly, Yang Jian was a little surprised, what did he want to follow his heart?

With a flash of mind, Yang Jian quietly dispersed in the light morning mist.

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