Shock!Crazy criticism that the regent’s first wife is actually me

Chapter 327 Fighting between father and son

Bo Yangui's words are true. The father and son of the Wen family are not economical, especially in terms of temperament. Otherwise, Wen Qingshan will not compromise.

Wen Qingshan knew very well what kind of temper his son had, so he knew very well that if he took action in the palace, the boy would never talk to him again in his life.

"Where is the young master?" Wen Qingshan had a sullen face.

Wu Li hurriedly said, "As the regent said, I'm back home."

"Back home?" Wen Qingshan paused.

Wu Li nodded, "Young master went back in a big way."

The meaning of these words is already very clear.

Wen Qingshan frowned slightly, stood at the entrance of the palace, pondered for a long time, and finally rubbed his eyebrows with a slight headache, "Wu Li, do you think this kid did it on purpose?"

Come back quietly on purpose, hibernate quietly on purpose.

Finally, during the palace banquet, he returned home swaggeringly.

"Your Highness?" Wu Li spoke in a low voice, "Young Master is always smart, but his temper is a bit paranoid. This, this is probably because I am worried about you, right?"

Wen Qingshan got on his horse and said, "When you look at him like that, are you worried about me?"

"Yes!" Wu Li followed closely and mounted his horse, "I feel that the young master must be worried that you, the prince, will do something, so he went back to the house in such a big way. Otherwise, according to the young master's temperament, how could he let you find him?"

Wen Qingshan remained silent and looked back at the palace door, "If I don't force him, I'm afraid he really doesn't want to see me anymore!"

After saying this, he clamped the horse's belly and whipped it down hard.

The horses neighed and their hooves flew in all directions.

The clatter of horse hooves flew away.

When the horse stopped, Wen Qingshan couldn't wait to dismount.

But when he arrived at the door of the mansion, he paused again. He vaguely felt that it was not appropriate to go in like this. After all, he was a father. How could he be so condescending?

"Your Majesty?" Wu Li called in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Wen Qingshan frowned slightly, "Let that kid get out!"

"But..." Wu Li was hesitant. With his master's temperament, could he be willing to come out to greet him?
Wen Qingshan glanced at the plaque on the door of the mansion, "You don't want me to tear down this door, do you?"

"Yes!" Wu Li nodded and quickly went up to knock on the door.

Not long after, the housekeeper ran to call someone in a hurry.

"Sir?" Before the housekeeper could speak, Jiuyue waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say more.

The butler was taken aback.

"Stop talking, the young master knows it all in his heart!" Jiuyue is the personal servant of his own young master, and he came from his ancestral home. How could he not know the reason behind this?

The housekeeper sighed, "But right now, the prince is right outside the door. It seems unreasonable for you not to go out to greet him."

"Alas!" Yue Yue rubbed his brows, "If the young master doesn't let go, no one can do anything about it. It's not like you don't know about our young master's temper."

The housekeeper opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time, "What about the door?"

"What else can I do?" Jiuyue said helplessly, "How about I give you some advice? Otherwise, how long will it take for the young master to understand?"

The butler nodded, "You hurry up and try to persuade her. I'll go to the gate immediately and keep an eye on you, lest anything really happens, which will be of no benefit to anyone."

Today's capital city is a bit messy. If the King of Han really gets into trouble, there's no telling what the consequences will be!

"Okay!" Jiuyue said hurriedly, "Let's split up."

The butler turned and left.

Jiuyue walked forward slowly, "Master?" "At the door." Wen Rongchen wiped the weapons on the weapons rack.

September smiled, "Did you hear everything?"

"I don't have eyes in the back of my head, but that doesn't mean I'm deaf." Wen Rongchen looked at the red tassel gun in his hand, waved it twice, then wiped it clean and put it back.

When he goes out, his beloved ones are stained with dust, so they need to be wiped clean.

He used to not allow anyone to touch these things. Even if he was taking care of them, he would do it himself. The swords, guns, swords and halberds of martial arts practitioners were their lifeblood and no one could touch them.

"Young Master?" Jiuyue stepped forward, "Actually, the prince is here for you in all likelihood. The prince is not a person who likes to join in the fun. It's the little emperor's birthday, and with his temperament, how can he really come? Celebrate someone’s birthday.”

Wen Rongchen turned his head and glanced at him, "Forget about others, you don't know the inside story, why are you still trying to persuade me? September, do you want to be beaten?"

"Master..." Jiuyue said aggrievedly, "I don't dare."

Wen Rongchen took a deep breath and threw the soft handkerchief to him casually, "You don't know what kind of life my mother lived back then. There is no need to say more about these words in the future."

"Anyone who comes is a guest." September said in a low voice, "You are the master now."

Of course Wen Rongchen knew that now he was the master, the young minister of Dali Temple, but he couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart. Even though life was better now, the shame of those years was still vivid in his mind.

"I can't forget it." Wen Rongchen waved his hand, and the people below quickly stepped forward, lifted the weapon rack, and moved it back towards the practice room.

With a quiet sigh, Wen Rongchen walked slowly to the steps and sat down.

How could he let go of the years he could not go back, which were filled with too much blood and tears, including the life of his mother?Don't encourage others to do good unless they have suffered.

"My slave will never forget it," said Jiuyue in a low voice.

Wen Rongchen smiled bitterly, "You came to the capital with me. We have been dependent on each other until today. Looking at the tall buildings and the light on the door lintel, just imagine, if I didn't have this day, would he come?"

September was speechless.

"What he wants is just the face of the Han Dynasty. Where is my son?" Wen Rongchen tilted his head to look at him, "In September, you and I have what we have today. We all paid for it with our lives. It has nothing to do with him, so at best It’s just the difference in rank, not the relationship between father and son, do you understand?”

Jiuyue looked at him with distressed expression on her face, "Master..."

Outside, before Wen Rongchen came to pick him up, Wen Qingshan's bad temper immediately came to him.

"You brat, your wings are really strong, aren't you?" Wen Qingshan gritted his teeth, "Why do you think you are so great just because you become a useless young prince? Hehe, your eyes are higher than your head, you don't even recognize me, right? "

After saying this, Wen Qingshan rushed straight to the door angrily.

Wu Li: "..."

When it was over, he knew that the father and son would have to fight.

What did you say just now?

Just let the prince go in by himself. Don't wait. After all, Wu Li knows his young master's temperament. No matter what steps the prince gives, the young master will not go down.

No, if the prince can't wait for the steps, this will cause a huge stir?
"Your Majesty..." Before the butler could salute, he was pushed away by Wen Qingshan and staggered immediately.

If Wu Li hadn't quickly given him a hand, the housekeeper would have been thrown into the mud.

"Many, thank you!"

Wu Li let go and said, "Don't be stunned, go call someone quickly!"

"Yes!" The butler ran away.

It's broken, Wang Ye rushed in, the son was afraid that he would suffer a lot ...

Wen Qingshan angrily stormed around the house, "You bastard, get out of here!"

(End of this chapter)