After being severely beaten by Lao Han, Zhao Tai could not refute a single word.
Every word and every word spoken by Lao Han was reasonable and well-founded, leaving Artest with no room for refutation.
In the eyes of others, Han Bairen is a foolish young man with a brain. He is the kind of person who turns tables when the leader picks up food, and gets in the car when the leader opens the door.
In fact, Han Bairen understands everything. How can he not understand the so-called worldly relations, the so-called courtesy, the so-called climbing high and the so-called low one, and the so-called being wise and wise?
It's just that Lao Han doesn't want to join the others, doesn't want to wrong himself, let alone his conscience.
In this world, some are black, some are white, and most are turbid.
Only those who can get along well in the turbidity can have a place in the court.
Han Bairen also knows this truth, but he only recognizes black and white. Black is black and white is white. Wang Hai saved that ghost woman's life, so your Zhao family must thank you. If your Zhao family thanks you, my Han family can't bear it. Suffer, it is the freedom of my Han family, because it was Wang Hai who saved your Zhao family, not your Zhao family who saved the people of my Han family.
In the same way, if Zhao Feiyu rescued Wang Hai, Han Bairen would definitely prepare a generous gift and go to the Zhao Mansion as soon as possible, even if he was constantly being challenged by calling him dad one by one, he would admit it.
Han Bairen sat back on the stool and said impatiently: "I, the Han family, can't bear your Zhao family's gratitude. I want to take a rest, so I won't send it off."
"Wait a minute."
Zhao Tai finally spoke, stood up, and saluted Han Bairen heavily.
"Zhao Tai and Zhao are fine. I will wait for Zhao Feiyu to thank Han Mansion Wang Hai for saving his life. I am deeply grateful for his great kindness and virtue."
The expression on Han Bairen's face became more and more contemptuous: "You really have something to ask of me!"
Zhao Tai: "..."
"Say, yes and no."
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Tai said "yes".
He had no choice but to lose his temper after being manipulated by Han Bairen. Furthermore, he didn't dare to have a temper with Zhao Feiyu.
He came here today actually because he wanted to find out one thing, what is Wang Hai's true identity.
If it was just a nursing home, he would definitely not marry Zhao Feiyu to the Han Mansion. It was not that he looked down on Wang Hai, but that Zhao Feiyu would not be happy.
If Wang Hai had other identities, even if he was a concubine, then everything would be easy.
"I dare to ask Mr. Han, Zhuangshi Wang..." Zhao Tai's eyes burned: "Is his surname really Wang?"
"of course not."
"As expected, no wonder he is regarded as a brother by Han You." Zhao Tai was overjoyed: "Then Zhuangshi Wang's true identity is..."
"His surname is Zhao." Han Bairen chuckled and said, "I remember it was a stormy night, and Xiaohai and your mother were in a woodshed..."
"Han Bairen!" Zhao Tai yelled: "Don't think that I really have no temper."
"Of course not. How can a dignified official be a minister without a temper? If he really has a temper...unless..."
Han Bairen sneered again and again: "Unless you have something to ask for and you have no choice but to do so, yes or no."
"you…"
Zhao Tai calmed down slowly, sat back on the stool, and suddenly smiled: "Han Bairen, what a Han Bairen, the civil and military officials in the court despise you, even my own officials despise you, who would think that you are just a useless person?" A warrior with a brain, this person is truly blind."
"Stop talking nonsense. If you have farts, let it go. If you don't have farts, get out."
Zhao Tai's expression changed again and again, and Zhao Feiyu's face appeared in his mind.
When he was young, Dan Niuer sat on his head and shed a string of smiles like silver bells.
When he entered the officialdom, he was worried everywhere. His precious daughter lay on his back again and again.
Whenever she was exhausted from the intrigues in the court, her own daughter would always find ways to amuse herself.
As my daughter grows up, Huhushengfeng, who wields a cold sword and wields a straight sword, has the attitude of destroying all relatives in disrepute...
Zhao Tai didn't dare to think about it anymore and clenched his fists.
"Then let me speak frankly. I, the Zhao Mansion, want to... want to be with your Han Mansion..."
Zhao Tai closed his eyes. As a maniac who loves his daughter, and as a father who is willing to fight against the world for his daughter, he finally spoke.
"I want to marry you in the Han family and become in-laws!"
"What?"
Han Bairen was really shocked: "Are you kidding?"
"It's definitely not a joke."
After the words came out of his mouth, Zhao Tai was relieved: "As long as your Han family can not treat Feiyu badly."
"No, absolutely not."
Han Bairen waved his hands repeatedly: "Since the death of mother You'er, I have no intention of continuing our relationship. Besides, your daughter is not a good and well-educated woman. I can't see it..."
Before he finished speaking, Han Bairen was stunned, and Zhao Tai almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
Before Zhao Tai could start scolding, Han Bairen glared and shouted: "Wow, Zhao Tai, you are really good at calculating. If your daughter marries my Han family, won't I be a generation shorter for no reason, and I still want to call you daddy!"
"I..." Zhao Tai roared: "Who would marry an old man like you!"
Han Bairen chuckled and laughed: "That's what You'er said. Your Zhao family is even more unworthy of you. My You'er is well-educated, educated, educated, rich, has five cars, is civilized, and is military. He is humble, kind, and knows everything about heaven and earth..."
"It's Wang Zhuangshi, Wang Hai!" Zhao Tai's blood pressure began to rise, and he shouted: "It's Wang Hai, the guardian of the Han Mansion, but you have to tell the public that Wang Hai is a commoner, and his surname has been changed to Han, Han Hai!"
"Wang Hai?"
This time Han Bairen was really stunned and dumbfounded: "You, the daughter of the Zhao family, want to marry Wang Hai?"
"good."
Zhao Tai, who was extremely tired, swore that it would be best not to see Han Bairen unless there was anything going on in the future, otherwise he would be easily angered to death sooner or later.
Han Bairen suddenly sniffed his nose and asked curiously: "Have you had wine?"
"Why."
Zhao Taichang sighed: "I have secretly promised to my beloved daughter. I will not marry anyone other than Wang Hai. I...I will not hurt Feiyu, so I have to let her go."
Han Bairen had a confused look on his face. This woman named Zhao Feiyu had never seen this man before, right?
"Brother Han, I, Zhao Tai, am not joking. My beloved daughter Feiyu is a daughter of a famous family. She is married to your Han family. I won't humiliate your Han family if I don't tell you that your Han family is high. Then this matter...it's settled. Already?"
"Dream on you."
Han Bairen was happy: "You think I'm stupid. Your family is eager to get rid of you. Once you marry me, the Han family will be hated by the Zhao family. Zhao Tai, Zhao Tai, you are really good at calculating. Youer helped you resolve the disaster and even gave up your biological daughter."
Zhao Tai was not angry and said seriously: "The Zhao family will not do anything to me. After the New Year, there will be no gap between me and the Zhao family."
"Oh, why?"
Zhao Tai hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "If you agree to this matter, and your son is a soldier of the emperor, he should have known about it earlier, then I will not hide it from you. Your Majesty has intention..."
"Close the pit!"
Han Bairen suddenly sternly said: "Don't let me know what I shouldn't know. Of course You'er has his own reasons for not telling me. Don't talk too much."
Zhao Tai laughed dumbly. Han Bairen was indeed a master at pretending to be confused.
"In short, Brother Han doesn't need to worry about the Zhao family in the south."
"That's not possible." Han Bairen shook his head: "You are the official minister, You'er is the emperor's personal army, and the official official minister and the emperor's personal army are married. Ha, my Han family will not do such a thing. I didn't do it yesterday. , I won’t do it tomorrow, and I won’t do it the day after tomorrow.”
Zhao Tai: "What about the day after tomorrow?"
Han Bairen: "You are fucking funnier than me."
Zhao Tai smiled bitterly and said: "Please believe me, I, Zhao Tai, definitely do not want to form a clique for personal gain."
Artai was beaten to the point where he couldn't move any more, and there was a hint of pleading in his tone: "It's really just Feiyu's heartfelt promise that I fall in love with you, the warrior king of the Han family. I, Zhao Tai, swear to God, there will be no trace of it." Other thoughts.”
"Yeah?"
Han Bairen's face was full of doubts. After thinking for a long time, he still shook his head: "That won't work either."
"Why?"
"Wang Hai should look down on your daughter."
"Fart, my daughter can't even look down on that mere nursing home!"
Han Bairen's soul asked: "Then what are you doing here today?"
Zhao Tai: "..."
Han Bairen said happily: "Your precious daughter doesn't seem to have seen much of the world."
