daily life

Chapter 173

The warm sunlight poured through the windows onto the ground.

Xi Lang sat on the drunkard's chair with a lazy attitude, playing with a small ivory paper cutter in his right hand.

The paper knife spun slowly between his fingers.

Xiang Zhixuan glanced at it from time to time while she was doing needlework, amazed in her heart.It is also clear that even if he changes the dagger and sword in his hand, he can still use it as a small object, but such a skill is very novel to her who has never practiced martial arts in her family.

It was because he saw that he was thinking about something that he resisted not asking him how he did it.

What Xi Lang was thinking about was what the Elder Master had said to him.

The old man was really fed too much that night, and he almost missed early morning the next day, and while he hurried out, he kept scolding him for being an asshole.How many years does it take to get anxious like this?

Drunk is really drunk, and because of this, he said a lot to Xi Lang.

The old man said: "I'm not you. As a son, I can't be as domineering as you are. The queen mother was so idle in those years, she took care of the affairs of the house at every turn, and the measure of right and wrong is whether the old lady is alive or not." I'm angry, the old lady is angry, it's because I'm wrong. I was sent into the palace to be reprimanded every now and then. You have no reason to beat me. Naturally, you want to scold me bloody with the Queen Mother. Even those days, I have survived. Now that the Queen Mother can't do anything else, you have the final say in the mansion, so why bother What about the idler? Don’t forget, I’m a civil servant, and all I want is a good reputation, so why do you let me lose it at the end of the year?”

He thought, I made you lose your insurance at the end of the festival?Even if I accompany you to swallow my anger, others will not be idle.

The elder said again: "I know, you have hated me since your second brother died on the battlefield. Your second brother is also my son, how can I not feel sorry for his death? But Xijia is such a family, Why are your third and fourth uncles gone? Didn’t you also die for the country? Don’t I feel bad? How can you not agree?

"Later when you joined the army, you didn't care about it, and you and the second room were in a state of mutual injury. What else can I do? I can only let others scold me and throw you to the barracks. But if you think about it the other way around, is it worth it? I was born and died for a few years, and I didn't need this injury. If you want me to say I'm sorry, I will never admit it for the rest of my life. What I'm sorry for is your dead mother. I don't have the face to see her when I go underground. I didn't discipline the bones and blood she left behind for me.

"Right now, I advise you to let Erfang fend for itself. It is for me and for your consideration. In the future, you will be the master of the family, and the entire clan, court and even many people will look at you. A famous general of a generation is a man who acts towards his relatives Cruel people—is it nice to spread the word? It’s not good. You’ll regret it when you get to that point. I can’t watch you make this kind of mistake.”

Everything is always the same, if you get drunk, ask your son not to embarrass the second wife.

Always have to make peace with each other, it must be here after persuading him to go to persuade the second room not to have any more trouble.

Once something happens, neither side can say anything wrong about his master—they are blocked at both ends, and good and bad things have been said.

Maybe it was just to talk to him on purpose, wishing that he would take a gamble and clean up Erfang to death.

As for his father, he couldn't think of the good for many years.Being an official is as slippery as a loach, and the tricks in the officialdom are also used at home, and I am used to it.

How could he fail to see that he and Erfang had already formed an enmity, the kind that could never be laughed off in a lifetime.

(End of this chapter)