My wife is Wu Zetian

Chapter 105 Dad, You Really Misunderstood

Changsun Yan is stupid, Dad, you misunderstood.

I didn't hide it, if I had that literary talent, I would have gone out and talked about it long ago,

Those poems were all given to me by Brother Li, and they have nothing to do with me.

"Why don't you speak?"

Changsun Wuji said so much, but Changsun Yan kept his head down and didn't reply, which made him a little depressed.

Am I being too strict with my child, otherwise he would be so stupid.

"Father, as long as you are happy, let's drink."

Changsun Yan swallowed, showing a smile uglier than crying.

"Well, drink."

Changsun Wuji took out Yuye wine directly, and then filled Changsun Yan himself.

"Father, it should be the son who pours you the wine. I can't stand this."

Changsun Yan is going to be scared to death, father, please let me go.

The son was frightened to death.

"That's right, my eldest grandson's family has a Qilin son, so I'm happy for my father, happy."

The eldest grandson Wuji didn't care, it was just a little bit of etiquette, and his rebellious son turned out to be a literary genius, nothing could compare to this.

Changsun Yan was about to cry, the so-called greater expectations, greater disappointment, he was already thinking about how to run away later.

"Yan'er, I regret not being able to see your majestic scenery in person for my father, but dare to write a poem on the spot to open my father's eyes."

After Changsun Wuji drank a glass of wine, his face was already bright red.

He wished so much that he could have been there to see his son's feat of overpowering Chang'an literati, but the past cannot be repeated, and he can only imagine.

"Don't dare."

Changsun Yan cleanly rejected this unreasonable request, writing a poem?
My son is afraid of your cerebral hemorrhage.

"Don't you dare?"

Changsun Wuji's eyeballs popped out, what do you mean dare not?

How can you not dare?
"Father, composing poetry is not accomplished overnight. My son has exhausted his talent to write Chanting Willows. How about allowing me to take it easy?"

Changsun Yan is about to kneel down to Changsun Wuji, father, I really dare not.

"There is some truth to what you said. I don't ask you to make a masterpiece like Yongliu, just come up with any song. If you don't want to do this, father will go crazy."

Changsun Wuji looked at Changsun Yan, why are you so frightened? Didn't you just ask you to write a poem?

It's not for your life, as for this?

But he didn't know that in Changsun Yan's eyes, this was a fatal move.

He knows how capable he is. If he really composes poetry and reveals his secrets immediately, he will be beaten to death by his father.

"Okay okay."

Changsun Yan was depressed. With his father's intelligence, if he just refused, he would definitely be noticed by his father, so he could only respond first, and die a little later if he could.

"Okay, let's take this wine as the topic."

Changsun Wuji's eyes were full of anticipation.

"Is it about wine?"

Changsun Yan picked up the wine glass, stood up slowly, and then paced towards the layman.

Changsun Wuji was taken aback for a moment, and walked out with Changsun Yan.

"Wine?"

"Well, good wine."

While muttering, Changsun Yan walked towards the gate, looking at Changsun Wuji who was following closely beside him, his eyes were already stained with tears.

Daddy, just don't follow me, my son is trying to escape, don't you feel it?
"You recite poetry, don't you?"

Changsun Wuji was taken aback when he saw his son's abnormal behavior. What the hell is this guy doing?
It's not like I want some good poems that will be passed down through the ages, so why can't I hold back a fart for a long time.

"Ah, good wine."

Changsun Yan is depressed, I want to recite poems, but I don't have any ink in my chest, where to recite poems, how to recite poems?

Seeing that Changsun Yan had already retreated to the gate, he stared at his eyes and shouted: "Fuck you fine wine, can you do it?"

"Father, my son thinks that Lan Kwai Fong still has something to do, so I'll take a step ahead."

Changsun Yan turned his head and was about to pull the latch of the gate, but he found a terrible problem.

When was this latch locked?

Which conscience did it?
"Want to run? Little bastard, you're a little tender."

Changsun Wuji got angry, you little bastard, you wanted to slip away,
Fortunately, your father and I are more skilled, and let people lock the door in advance,
Want to run?

There are no doors.

Grabbing Changsun Yan's collar, Changsun Wuji could no longer hold back his anger.

It was impossible to run, Changsun Yan could only shrink his neck and follow Changsun Wuji towards the inner hall.

"Tell me what's going on."

The door was closed, and Changsun Wuji looked at Changsun Yan with a dark face. He just wanted to know what was going on with his son.

"Son, let me make it clear, those poems were given to me by Brother Li, and I am just a mouthpiece."

The matter is now, Changsun Yan knew that it was impossible to hide the truth, so he could only lower his head and tell all the truth about it.

"Given by others, hehe, he is really my eldest grandson Wuji's good son."

Hearing this, Changsun Wuji's face darkened even more.

At first, he thought that his son had suddenly become enlightened, able to write and write, but he didn't expect it to be a silver pewter gun head, everything was fake.

Fortunately, I was still embarrassed, my ancestral grave was emitting green smoke, and now I know that this is not emitting green smoke, but the ancestral grave is on fire.

"Father, are you not angry?"

Changsun Yan didn't dare to look Changsun Wuji in the eyes, the so-called greater expectations lead to greater disappointment, he was really afraid that his father would be pissed off.

"No, how could father be angry?"

While talking, Changsun Wuji stood up and began to look around.

"Father, what are you looking for?"

Looking at Changsun Wuji's appearance, Changsun Yan's heart was instantly chilled,
He moved his buttocks and prepared to run away.

Changsun Wuji took a wooden stick and said sadly: "Nizi, the door is locked, don't let me come here."

"Father, I am your own son."

Changsun Yan cried, the wooden stick is so thick, it must be very painful to hit his buttocks.

Dad, are you going to kill your son?

"Because you are your own son, your father must teach you how to behave."

After Changsun Wuji finished speaking, he hit Changsun Yan with a stick, and the painful Changsun Yan burst into tears.

"Nizi, if you can do such things, the eldest grandson's family's old face will be completely humiliated."

"Father, it hurts, take it easy."

"No, I'm going to die."

"Help, Changsun Wuji is going to kill his son."

After the literary and poetry conference, the Shuren Tea House became famous for a while, and it seems to have become a sacred place in the hearts of Chang'an literati. After all, there are child prodigies here who made yellow sand and wore golden armor. Who would not want to come here to enjoy it Wenqi.

Li Yanran was sitting on the swing in Lan Kwai Fong, she didn't dare to go to the Shuren tea room now, after all, she really didn't want to be a monkey in the zoo, and let those literati who came to visit after hearing the news.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the first thing that came into view was a crutch, and then Changsun Yan walked in miserably leaning on the crutch.

"What's wrong? Didn't you get beaten again after your literary fame flourished?"

Seeing Changsun Yan who was back to his old job, even Li Yanran was surprised, and Li Feng's eyes widened, not knowing what was going on with Changsun Yan.

"Don't mention any literary titles anymore. My father arranged a grand banquet for me, and asked me to write poems when I went back. If I can't do it, I will be beaten. I almost broke my legs."

When it comes to this eldest grandson, Yan is full of grievances. I provoke someone, isn't it just a poem, as for beating myself to death?

Tigers are poisonous and do not eat their offspring, and my father is even more vicious than a tiger.

If he hadn't been crying so much, he might have been beaten to death.

Li Yanran glanced at Changsun Yan's crutches, and was speechless for a long time.

"Crack."

The three crutches stretched out together, and Cheng Chubi and the others walked in with miserable expressions.

Changsun Yan immediately became angry when he saw the appearance of the three of them.

(End of this chapter)