Chapter 955: End of friendship
Zi Hou, you come to judge me.
After Yan Song's words, Zhu Pingan felt that three pairs of eyes were focused on him.
This is a fatal comment. If you are not careful in your words, you will leave fatal hidden dangers for yourself.
Zhu Pingan raised his head under the expectant gazes of the three of them, bowed his hands to Yan Song, Yan Shifan and Zhao Wenhua who were kneeling on the ground, and slowly said, "It is said that it is difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs, let alone Ping An has just woken up from a hangover, and people are also extremely stupid. However, thanks to Mr. Ge and Mr. Yan for their praise, Ping An is not overestimating his abilities. Let’s try to analyze one or two. I hope Mr. Ge, Mr. Yan and Mr. Zhao will forgive me.”
Zhu Ping'an's words have three meanings. One is to point out that this is a family matter for you. Zhao Wenhua is the adopted son and Yan Song is the adopted father. What is the relationship between father and son? This is a family matter for you. It is difficult for an upright official to deal with the family matter. If I can't deal with it well, , which is also excusable; the second is to emphasize that I woke up when I was drunk, and I am not very sober yet. It was you who forced me to judge at this time. If the judgment is not good, it will naturally be excusable. Third, find a way out before judging. Please forgive me for any inappropriateness in the review.
"For the time being, I will make the decision with you, and I guarantee that no one will cause trouble for you later."
Yan Song glanced at Zhao Wenhua, who was kneeling on the ground, and meant something. said.
Zhao Wenhua’s head touched the ground again.
"Zihou, just say it confidently and boldly." Yan Shifan smiled slightly and nodded towards Zhu Pingan.
"Then Ping An is embarrassed." 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 was Mr. Zhao's fault. It is a good thing for Mr. Zhao to offer hundreds of flowers wine to the Holy One, but if the way of offering is slightly different, Adjustment, it would be better if Mr. Zhao presented Baihua Wine to Mr. Ge, and then Mr. Ge would present it to the Holy One, and probably nothing like today would happen. "
"Well, Zihou, you are a bastard. It makes sense." After hearing Zhu Pingan's words, Yan Song stroked his beard with satisfaction and nodded.
Yan Song was satisfied, but Zhao Wenhua raised his head three inches from the ground.
"However, from Ping An's point of view, although Mr. Zhao's way of presenting Baihua Wine needs to be It’s debatable, but Ping An believes that Mr. Zhao will never Mr. Zhao will never dare to betray Mr. Zhao. Even if Mr. Zhao is given another ten years, Mr. Zhao will not have the courage to betray Mr. Zhao. "
Zhu Ping'an is here. After Yan Song finished speaking, he continued to comment softly.
After hearing what Zhu Pingan said, Zhao Wenhua put his head on the ground again, very satisfied with what Zhu Pingan said. Zhu Ping'an is right, I just presented Baihua Wine in a wrong way. I definitely didn't intend to set up a trap. I wouldn't even dare to do it even if I had the heart of a bear and a leopard.
In this way, my mistake is The extent of this error is much less severe if it is limited to the incorrect way of presenting Baihua Wine.
The more Zhao Wenhua thought about it, the more satisfied he became with Zhu Ping'an's words.
"So, please calm down the anger of the thunderbolt, Mr. Ge, and don't let your anger destroy your body." Zhu Ping'an said with cupped hands.
"What Zi Hou said is, please calm down your adoptive father. The son is here today because of his gift from his adoptive father. How could the son frame his adoptive father? Besides, the son just ate a bear. I am so brave that I don’t dare to frame my foster father.”
After Zhu Pingan finished his comments, Zhao Wenhua hurriedly took two steps, lay down at Yan Song's feet and cried.
This crying is really sad for those who hear it, and shed tears for those who see it.
Whether it’s his expression, his cry, or his tears, in short, it looks like Zhao Wenhua is crying very real.
Zhu Pingan gave Zhao Wenhua a high score for his performance.
However.
Zhu Ping'an guessed that the most sincere feeling in Zhao Wenhua's cries was probably regret.
I wanted to follow the trend, speculate, and get in touch with the Holy Father, but I never expected that not only did I not get in touch with the Holy One, but I also offended my adoptive father Yan Song so much that he was so angry that he wanted to sever ties with each other. situation.
Zhao Wenhua has been with Yan Song for a long time. 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's words of severance were not just words. He could see the determination of his adoptive father Yan Song.
A chicken can fly and an egg can be beaten, but stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice. The road to the saint has not been cleared, and the road to the adoptive father has also been broken
Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua shed tears of regret for a moment. It couldn't stop flowing down.
"Hmph! Even if it is as Zihou said, you have no intention of falling into my heart." Yan Song glanced at Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling at his feet angrily.
"My son has no intention of harming his adoptive father."
Zhao Wenhua raised his head, stretched out his hand and swore, "If I have the slightest chance, I will be struck by five thunders and die!"
< br >"I haven't finished speaking yet. Even if you have no intention of trapping me, but!!! You are still young, your wings are not yet hardened, but your different intentions are very strong! Huh, let's go. Don't do it again in the future. Half a step into Yan's mansion! This small temple cannot accommodate this great Buddha! From now on, I will never be in contact with you again! We will never see each other again!"
Yan Songlow He glanced at Zhao Wenhua for the last time, his eyes like those of a falcon fighting in the sky in the cold winter wind and snow, resolute and sharp. He said expressionlessly that we would never be friends from now on, and then resolutely flicked his sleeves and turned around and walked into the study.
In the future, we will meet again in the mountains and rivers, but we will never be in contact with each other until death. ! !
Yan Songen's stern words were like a sharp arrow piercing Zhao Wenhua's heart, causing Zhao Wenhua, who was kneeling on the ground, to collapse to 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 heartbreakingly.
Yan Song is gone.
The future is gone.
The results of half a lifetime of hard work will be in vain. From now on, the Ming Dynasty will no longer have a place for itself in the government and the public.
It is conceivable that without Yan Song’s protection, the people he offended in the past, as well as Li Mo’s party members and others, will definitely not let him go. Not to mention that he will not have a place in the government and the public, and there will probably be no place to be buried. A seat!
So, how can Zhao Wenhua not be heart-broken and earth-shattering?
Perhaps it was Zhao Wenhua who cried that moved the world
A miracle happened
Two seconds later
Yan Song walked into the study and walked out again.
Seeing the back of Yan Song walking out of the study, Zhao Wenhua felt happy. Did his adoptive father forgive him? !
"Father."
Zhao Wenhua ignored the stinging of his legs by the steps and walked up the steps to his knees to greet Yan Song who was walking out of the study. He burst into tears with excitement.
The setting sun in the west cooperated very well, shining a ray of afterglow into the study.
In an instant
A dazzling light came into Zhao Wenhua’s eyes.
Knife! ! !
Zhao Wenhua's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly saw the reflection clearly. It turned out that Yan Song was coming with a paper knife.
Plop
Zhao Wenhua staggered with fright and rolled down the steps.
"Hmph! You and I have such sleeves that we can never break up our friendship!"
In response to Zhao Wenhua, Yan Song snorted coldly, then held a paper knife in one hand, lifted up his sleeve with the other, and cut with a wave of The paper knife, with a flash of cold light, cut off a section of the sleeve and threw it at Zhao Wenhua's face with disgust.
After saying that, Yan Song turned around and walked into the study without looking back.
"Father, foster father"
Zhao Wenhua held his broken sleeve in his hand and faced Yan Song's back, crying heartbreakingly and grief-stricken.
"It's better to leave without seeing him off."
Yan Song said without looking back and without emotion.
"Father, foster father"
Zhao Wenhua persevered and kept crying.
"Get out!!!!!!!!!!!! Cough cough cough" Yan Song's roar was like a landslide and tsunami, and finally he coughed due to too much exertion.
“Father.” Zhao Wenhua’s face was ashen, without any trace of blood.
"Donglou kid, you are dead, why don't you let me drive you away!" Yan Song's roar spread out of the study, almost overturning the roof.
"Dad, please calm down. I will drive him away right now. I will never let him be an eyesore in front of you anymore." Yan Shifan responded loudly towards the study, then turned to look at Zhao Wenhua, squinting his one eye, his skin No laughing matter He said with a smile, "Mr. Zhao, you heard it too, haha, please, don't let me say it a second time, otherwise I don't even know what will happen." (End of Chapter)