Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 176 – The temples are like frost, there is nowhere to say desolate
The most embarrassing person at this dinner was Li Qingmei. Emperor Jianzhang and Sikong Que were worthy of being father and son.

The two father and son naturally showed elegant and noble table manners at the dining table, eating slowly and calmly.

Li Qingmei has tried her best to maintain her demeanor, but she can still make the sound of chewing food and hesitating cups and cups.

She was so ashamed that she couldn't bear it. This kind of innate aristocratic temperament was something she couldn't match in her lifetime.

"Goooooooooooo..."

Sikong Que beside her had already noticed her embarrassment, he purposely sipped the wine in the cup and chewed it harder.

Until his chewing sound completely overwhelmed Li Qingmei, the brows of his eyebrows were gently bent, showing a comforting smile, signaling her not to be too nervous.

How could the small gestures of the husband and wife's flirtatious eyes be hidden from the fiery-eyed Emperor Jianzhang, he didn't expose the tricks of the two, because he really didn't want to waste the time of the rare family dinner between the father and son.

Suddenly, I was attracted by a plate of exquisitely crafted crab cakes. I vaguely remembered that when Queer was very young, every time he saw him, he would cry and cry. Every time he was so troublesome, he would bring crab cakes to feed him, only to see him take it timidly. , After feasting a lot, I burst into laughter.

He carefully picked up a piece and stuffed it into Sikong Que's bowl.

"I remember that you liked to eat this crab cake when you were a child, try it!"

"Thank you, father, for the reward."

In the eyes of Emperor Jianzhang Qiyi, Sikong Que picked up the crab cake and took a symbolic bite.

Emperor Jianzhang's pale face suddenly flushed a little with joy, and soon he also picked up a piece of crab cake.

Hmm~, it is even more crispy than the one made by the head of the imperial dining room.

The sky is like snow in the evening, no matter how much I dawdle, I will finally be on my way home.

"Que'er, it's hard to walk on a snowy night, can you help me out?"

"My son obeys the order!"

Sikong Que just supported Emperor Jianzhang's arm as if completing a task.He was too respectful and humble, because in his eyes, they were just monarchs and ministers, nothing more.

"Que'er, today there are no rulers and ministers, only father and son, a foolish father who has lost his way, and... a son who harbors resentment."

Sikong Que's arm supporting him was visibly stiff.

Without warning, he crawled to the ground and buried his head in the ground.

"Father, did my son do something wrong? Father forgive me!"

"You all back down!"

Emperor Jianzhang didn't help Sikong Que up immediately, but waved his hand lightly, signaling all the idlers in the field to retreat.

"Queer... I... I was wrong!"

He suddenly made a plop, and kneeled powerlessly in front of Sikong Que.The eye sockets are already moist.

Doubt appeared in Sikong Que's eyes, and his heart had already turned a thousand times. After a long time, his face turned pale and he sighed.

"Father, my son just wants to be an idle prince with no ambitions. Father doesn't have to worry about my son having any desire to covet the state!"

It turned out that Que Er thought he was testing whether he had the ambition to seize the throne!

Emperor Jianzhang couldn't help but wryly smiled. He mustered up his courage and took Sikong Que's head into his arms, just like coaxing him when he was a child.

Sikong Que violently broke away from Emperor Jianzhang's bent arms, his eyes were always indifferent.

"Father, I can't go back. I have grown up, I no longer like to eat crab cakes, and I have passed the childhood of being a spoiled child."

"There are many things, there is no turning back when you start the bow."

"Everything can't go back!"

Sikong Que clenched his fists tightly. He didn't know why this man who had been cold-blooded for many years was so amiable tonight, even to the point of humbleness.

"I know, you can step back too, I will walk the rest of the way by myself."

"My son obeys the order."

Sikong Que backed away in response, and fled impatiently.

"I was wrong, Yun Yi, I was really wrong, Que'er won't forgive me, what should I do? Woooooo..."

Heavy snow fell on his gray temples one after another, and he cried like a child who made a big mistake and dared not go home...

(End of this chapter)