Jiang Yuan's face is sometimes red, sometimes white, sometimes green, sometimes blue, which is called a wonderful sight.
Gu Qifeng covered his face and watched the show, holding back the pain, with physiological tears streaming down his face.
Jiang Yuan: "..."
Zaizai tilted his little head, lowered his voice and asked Siheng, the little zombie.
"Brother Xiaojiang, do you want to go back with your zombie father?"
The little zombie Jiang Siheng was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zaizai.
One second he was fiercely rejecting the zombie boss, and the next second he burst into tears.
"Zai Zai, you... don't want... me anymore?"
Zaizai: "Huh?"
The little zombie Jiang Siheng was crying while explaining hurriedly.
"Zai Zai, I...I didn't scare...my...little...friends, and I didn't...let anyone...find out that I'm...a zombie. I...I'm very well-behaved."
Zaizai: "..."
She didn't mean anything else, she just asked.
Zaizai was also a little anxious: "No, no, Brother Zaizai, you have misunderstood. Zaizai didn't mean that. Zaizai just thinks... the bad uncle is your father, and it's... normal for you... to go back with him." "
Zaizai was so anxious that he stuttered.
The little zombie Jiang Siheng cried silently, his voice choked and sobbing.
"No... go back! They all said... dad... doesn't like... me, I... shouldn't... exist!"
Zaizai was shocked: "Huh?"
Jiang Yuan subconsciously explained: "Xiao Heng, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. How could dad think that you shouldn't exist? You are dad's only son."
Jiang Siheng, the little zombie, lived in a complicated environment when he was alive. Even though he was the only young prince in the house, he still had a unsatisfactory life.
He raised his head to feel sorry for his father and made a pitiful sound.
"It's because I only have one son, so... I can... survive!"
Jiang Yuan was dumbfounded: "Ah?"
Although the little zombie Jiang Siheng has been dead for many years, the sarcastic words of the slaves in the house have always been in his mind.
"Because... the young general's mother... and father... were not in the right family... so... when the young general was three years old, his mother was still... killed!"
Since he was unearthed, he has wanted to find his father, but he has not dared to find him.
He was afraid that his father would dislike him for having a low-born mother, as everyone in the house said, and then would not want him.
After all, if his father really liked him, why was it that when he was alive, the sisters in the family all had gifts that his father brought back from the border, but he didn't?
He also envied other children who had fathers.
So every time Zaizai mentioned his father, he didn't want to mention it.
If he hadn't heard Zaizai say that he was worthless, he wouldn't have even mentioned his father's coffin planks to Zaizai.
After all, his father's bones were not buried with him in the imperial mausoleum. What stayed with him underground for many years was only his father's tomb.
Dad doesn't know where he is, and maybe he will never care about his son.
So he thought that even if he took his father's coffin planks and gave them to Zaizai's father, he wouldn't know.
Jiang Yuan opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.
Looking at his own son who was stumbling while talking and crying, Yuan's heart clenched tightly.
But he had nothing to say.
Because what the biological son said is the truth.
Although he did not marry a main concubine at the beginning, he had two side rooms, a pair of concubines and a common room.
And his son's mother was just the daughter of a sinner whom his subordinates sent to his bed for a one-night fling after he was drunk. If she wasn't lucky enough to be pregnant by blood, the daughter of a sinner wouldn't even be worthy of being brought back to the mansion.
Then he turned around and forgot about it, and then he went to the border.
Zaizai saw his little brother burst into tears and quickly wiped them with his chubby hands.
"Brother Xiaojiang is not sad. Zaizai has no mother. Brother Silin, elder brother, second brother, and third brother all have no mother."
"If Brother Xiaojiang's mother is still here, she definitely doesn't want to see Brother Xiaojiang sad."
"Brother Xiaojiang, don't cry. Brother Xiaojiang still has us."
It was okay if Zaizai didn't say anything, but when he did, the little zombie Jiang Siheng, who had been suppressing his emotions since he was unearthed, burst into tears and burst into tears.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
…
After Huo Chenhui told his son and nephews what happened tonight, he heard his youngest son crying loudly as soon as he came out of the room. He was so shocked that he ran downstairs quickly.
"Junior, what's wrong? Dad is here!"
Zaizai looked at it and quickly grabbed the young general's brother's hand and gave it to the uncle who was flying down.
"Uncle, Brother Xiaojiang misses his mother. It's all the bad uncle's fault!"
Jiang Yuan was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hurriedly chased after him.
"Xiao Heng, listen to dad's explanation. Dad definitely didn't mean to kill your mother. Dad was... then..."
Huo Chenling stabbed him directly: "I just didn't care at the time. Anyway, you don't lack women!"
Jiang Yuan: "..."
When the little zombie Siheng heard this, he threw himself into his daddy's arms and cried even harder.
"Ouch!"
…
Jiang Yuan stepped forward and wanted to comfort his son, but Zaizai stopped him.
"Bad uncle, Brother Xiaojiang hasn't cried for so long since he came to the house. You made him cry as soon as you came. Do you want Brother Xiaojiang to cry even more?"
Before Jiang Yuan could speak, Zaizai blinked his big innocent eyes and spoke in a sweet voice.
"Bad uncle, dad cares about the baby and comforts the baby, not makes the baby cry!"
When Gu Qifeng heard this, he gave Zaizai a thumbs up.
Huo Chenling couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Jiang Yuan seemed to have been hit at a critical point and froze instantly.
Huo Chenhui glared at Jiang Yuan with a stern face: "You are not welcome in the Huo family. The young general now has a father, so you are the best!"
Huo Chenling said concisely and concisely: "It's easy to leave, but I won't send you away!"
Jiang Yuan inhales, exhales, inhales again, exhales again.
I was high-spirited when I arrived, and the excitement and joy after finding my son now turned into frustration.
Jiang Yuan walked away with his head hanging down.
Zaizai looked at him and tugged on his brother's sleeves.
"Brother Xiaojiang, your zombie dad... looks... so pitiful."
Jiang Siheng, the little zombie, stopped crying for a moment, then lay in his daddy's arms and continued whimpering.
Huo Chenhui touched his head gently and explained to his niece softly.
"Don't sympathize with me, Zai Zai, there must be something hateful about this poor person!"
Zaizai didn't quite understand, but what his uncle said must be right, because his dad didn't refute.
Gu Qifeng nodded heavily as he thought that he was frightened by the old zombie.
"Yes! Zaizai, we don't sympathize with him!"
The little zombie Jiang Siheng cried and fell asleep.
Huo Chenhui carried him upstairs to rest. Zaizai was worried that Jiang Yuan would come back again, but the eldest uncle, father, and brothers were all ordinary people, so they decided to set up a barrier before going to bed.
Thinking of the strength of Xiaojiang's brother's zombie father, Zaizai decisively used the power of imperial power.
She announced in obscure dark language in the sea of consciousness.
"I declare that all non-human beings cannot spy on the manor without my permission. Peepers..."
Thinking of Pluto's father saying that all poor little tortoises are happy, Zaizai, who originally wanted to say "little tortoise", changed his mind decisively.
"Become a toad!"
Jiang Yuan, who was invited out of Huo's Manor with his head hanging down, did not go far, but sat in the car outside the gate of Huo's Manor.
Xiaohai sat in the driver's seat and waited for him.
After getting in the car, when Xiao Hai was about to drive away, Jiang Yuan suddenly made a sound.
"etc!"
Xiao Hai saw that his artist seemed to have lost his soul, so he didn't dare to say anything and just waited patiently.
Jiang Yuan closed his eyes and sat quietly in the car thinking about what happened when he was alive.
As I was thinking about it, I suddenly thought of my son's aggrieved and pitiful appearance, bursting into tears, and my heart was like a knife.
Since he can't bring his son here, can he take a look secretly?
Jiang Yuan took a deep breath and suddenly became energetic again.
As soon as his consciousness dissipated and he was about to reach his son's bedroom, he suddenly felt the intimidating power of Ming Zaizai.
Before he could withdraw his consciousness, the extremely overbearing and powerful imperial power spread out, and his body began to change unexpectedly.
[Composition: Will the "big grievance" Yuan:... Is it really okay to treat an old father who has been looking for a son for thousands of years like this? 】
