If you are too young and promising, you will inevitably be arrogant, and you will inevitably not respect him as a father. Wei An also does not want to raise a stupid young man with no independent opinions.
However, if a knife starts to have a mind of its own, and no longer obeys the orders of the knife holder, it is better not to use the knife.
Wei An turned a page of the book in his hand, glanced at his son with a gloomy expression, and said in a slow voice with a drunken nasal tone: "You still have military affairs, so it is inconvenient to drink. When you are done with the things at hand, you can drink if you want." We’ll tell you how much later.”
"Snapped--"
A lacquered wooden box was thrown to the ground casually, the copper buckle was thrown open, and the broken hosta inside rolled out with a clanking sound, half of which rolled to Wei An's legs.
Wei An raised his eyebrows and frowned slightly, "What? Are you here to punish me? If you dare to throw something in front of me, do you still have family rules in your eyes?"
"Father should know that she is mine. My son does not believe that his father would steal a woman from his son." Wei Cheng casually twirled the curtain on the side and wiped his hands on the gauze curtain. When he spoke, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled. Wei An's face gradually turned gloomy, but there was no smile in his eyes.
"Family law?" He sneered, "The family law doesn't seem to say anything about stealing a son or a woman."
"presumptuous--"
There was an angry shout, and the next moment, the celadon tea cup in Wei An's hand flew towards Wei Cheng. He was used to it in the army. These tricks were no different from playfulness in his eyes. He tilted his head slightly and turned around easily. to avoid.
He closed the straight door and sat down on the bed beside him.
The tea set fell to the ground and broke into seventeen or eighteen pieces.
"What are you talking about? I think it was your mother who neglected to discipline you in the past, which made you lawless at home!" Wei An's face turned green and white, his voice was slightly hoarse due to excitement, and a hint of laughter rose behind his ears. red.
Wei Cheng saw his father's angry and angry look, and the smile on his lips became deeper and deeper. He dusted off the feet of his robe that were stained with a few drops of tea under his armor, and said slowly: "Don't be upset, father, why do you have to do so for a woman?" It makes our father and son turn against each other, don’t you think?"
Arrogant and cold, like a blood-drinking knife that is slowly sheathed.
Wei An was a little frightened by his appearance. He gave him a cold look and said nothing.
"I rushed back tonight. Actually, I have one more thing I want to discuss with my father and eldest brother." He pretended to be humble.
"Beigong Boyu proclaimed himself king and threatened to voluntarily surrender to Youzhou, but there was a condition. He wanted to marry his sister to Youzhou and form a good relationship between Qin and Jin. It is not convenient for me here. Looking at Youzhou, I can deserve it. The one who went to Princess Beiqiang must be my eldest brother."
"It seems that I came just in time. I heard that Zhong Yang was planning to arrange a marriage for me." The straight door was pushed open, and Wei Zheng stood tall, holding a pot of hangover soup in his hand, and raised his brows slightly in the other hand, smiling. He glanced at Wei Cheng, stepped into the room, and placed the sobering soup in his hand on the table in front of Wei An.
"Uncle, the hangover soup is ready."
"Yes." Wei An breathed a long sigh of relief. The atmosphere in the room was awkward. His son caught him in the act. At this time, his face was not shameful. Wei Zheng had always been smooth and considerate in doing things, and he always left people with three points of face. At this time, he had a son and a nephew. In comparison, he liked Wei Zheng even more.
Wei Cheng heard the meaning of his words, moved, put his elbows on his knees, and touched the gems on the hilt of the sword at his waist: "Oh? Brother is not willing to marry the princess?"
After Wei Zheng put down the sobering soup, he straightened up and looked at Wei Cheng quietly. Wei Cheng didn't dodge at all and looked directly at him.
The two brothers are similar in age, but their personalities are worlds apart. Wei Cheng has been active since he was a child, and never talks nonsense when it comes to things he can do, but Wei Zheng has a reserved and quiet temperament, and his eyes are deep, cold, and bottomless.
Wei Cheng still remembers that when he was nine years old, he was impatient and impatient. He punched Wei Zheng for a trivial matter. Wei Zheng didn't say anything at that time, wiped his face and left without saying a word. He thought The matter just passed. Who knew that Wei Zheng secretly put a nail under the saddle of his little pony?
A few days later, Wei Cheng was riding a horse. As soon as he sat on it, the usually obedient horse suddenly jumped up, threw him to the ground, and almost trampled him to death.
From then on, he knew that this cousin, who appeared to be a handsome and handsome gentleman, was actually on the same path as him.
He must avenge himself, and his methods are ruthless. He is even more tolerant and vicious than him.
"I don't want to." Wei Zheng smiled slightly.
Wei Cheng didn't expect that he would refuse so simply. He was a little curious and couldn't help but joke: "Did the eldest brother have a sweetheart? I haven't heard of him before. Who is a lady from a famous family?"
"You can't be considered a lady, just Xiaojiabiyu." Wei Zheng smiled faintly and did not answer. "It doesn't take long to talk about it. We just met recently."
Wei Cheng's expression gradually faded after hearing this answer, and the original playful smile in his eyes gradually dissipated, leaving a hint of gloom.
He looked at Wei Zheng who was calm and composed, and suddenly felt an inexplicable displeasure in his heart. The man's intuition made him couldn't help but look at Wei Zheng's expression, as if something of his was being coveted. This feeling was called He was a little unhappy.
Just when I wanted to ask the truth, the words came to my lips, but I couldn't ask.
He wasn't sure if Wei Zheng was referring to Shen Yinxiao, so he said it rashly, which made him look suspicious.
He admitted that Shen Yinxiao was indeed a beauty.
Unlike those noble ladies who wear gold and silver all day long and have towering temples, she doesn't like heavy makeup or high buns. She either doesn't apply any makeup and looks up to the sky, or applies a thin layer of wax to outline her curvy hair. A pair of distant mountain eyebrows, the whole face is so tender that it can pinch water, and the white skin shows a slight pink color.
Unlike Wang Yuanjun, who has a head full of pearls and emeralds, two balls of strong and gorgeous rouge smeared on her cheeks, like two suns, dazzling and eye-catching.
Everyone longs for beautiful things, and he is not a saint, but he also wants to keep them for himself.
It would even be better to lock her up and hide her in a golden room, surrounded by beautiful maids and maids every day. Only he can see her most beautiful smiles. She can only be under him, expressing her joy and smile gracefully. Yingying.
It's just that he tried to mention it a few times, but Shen Yinxiao refused simply, so he never said anything like this again.
Shen Yinxiao didn't know, or even knew that every time he saw her in public, being teased or coveted by some extremely vulgar men behind her back, how much he wanted to pick up a knife and cut out those people's tongues one by one and throw them away. Feed the dogs in the military camp.
It's just that no matter how much he hates those people, they won't make him feel the slightest sense of crisis. He knows very well that Shen Yinxiao won't take a second look at those people, and has no right to compete with him. With a crush of his fingers, those people are gone. It will turn into powder on his fingertips.
Even for Li You, that poor scholar, he spent a lot of effort to throw him to Xu Qiuhe and keep him far away from Shen Yinxiao. In those days, Shen Yinxiao would deliberately say good things about Li You in front of him from time to time, and he also I have never been so unhappy as today.
It is even said that you worry about gains and losses.
The hand he was holding suddenly tightened, and his bones cracked.
