Chapter 953： inside story

Chapter 953 Inside story

"Father, the son was blinded by lard, and was confused for a while. And the son took the head of the item as a guarantee, and the son absolutely did not intend to frame the father. Please forgive the son for being confused."

After Yan Song's roar, Zhao Wenhua's hoarse, decadent, regretful voice came from the courtyard.

"Who is your adoptive father?! This old man is not so lucky! You go, my Yanfu temple is small, and I can't accommodate your towering Buddha." The anger in Yan Song's voice did not diminish in the slightest.

"Father, father" Zhao Wenhua cried repeatedly.

"roll!"

Yan Song's roar almost pierced people's eardrums.

"My lord, let's go back first, and say goodbye to the master later."

The maid listened to Yan Song's angry roar from the courtyard, her calves were so frightened that she couldn't go any further, she couldn't help but raised her face, looked at Zhu Pingan pitifully, and stammered.

Although Zhu Pingan was very curious about what happened between Yan Song and Zhao Wenhua, he rationally told himself that it was the best choice to leave at this time, and the more you know the more dangerous it is in life.

"Um."

Zhu Ping'an nodded slightly.

Seeing Zhu Ping'an nodded in agreement, the two maids breathed a sigh of relief, turned around quickly, and left lightly.

However, the more careful you are, the more mistakes you will make. When one of the maids turned around, she didn't notice the dry branch on the ground, and one accidentally stepped on it, and the branch broke, making a crisp "click" sound.

Although the "click" sound was not loud, it was extremely clear and ear-piercing in this oppressive and silent environment.

At the moment when the "click" sounded, the maid who was stepping on the dead branch looked down, tears were about to flow out

"Who's out there?"

Soon, almost at the moment when the dead branch broke, there was a loud shout from the yard.

Listen to the voice, it is Yan Shifan's voice.

Hearing Yan Shifan's shout, the faces of the two maids outside the door were all pale, as if a catastrophe was imminent.

"Hehe, Lord Yan, it's me, Zhu Ping'an. I just sobered up, and I'm here to say goodbye to Lord Yan."

Zhu Ping'an signaled the two maids to calm down with his eyes, then he laughed, took the lead, and walked into the yard generously.

The two maids followed Zhu Pingan tremblingly and entered the courtyard.

Stepping into the yard, everything in the yard came into Zhu Pingan's eyes.

Bamboos are planted in the yard, and in the middle of the bamboo is a study. Yan Song is standing at the door of the study, bearded and staring, with an angry face, chest heaving violently, and the hand holding the door frame is still shaking with anger.

In front of the study door, on the dirt floor, Zhao Wenhua knelt on both knees, kneeling in front of Yan Song, his waist bent like a bow, and his head resting on the ground.

Yan Shifan stood beside Yan Song, holding Yan Song's arm with both hands, looking at Zhu Ping'an.

"My subordinate Zhu Ping'an, I have met Mr. Ge, Mr. Yan, Mr. Zhao."

Zhu Ping'an walked into the courtyard, bowed his hands to salute Yan Song and Yan Shifan, and after hesitating for a moment, he also saluted to Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling on the ground.

Zhao Wenhua, who was kneeling on the ground, still kept grabbing the ground with his head and remained silent.

"Well, Zihou." Yan Song nodded.

"Oh, it's Zihou." Yan Shifan also nodded, and then asked, "You're sober."

"Well, Ping'an just woke up, and it's getting late, so I asked your maid to lead the way and come to say goodbye to your lord." Zhu Pingan replied honestly.

After finishing speaking, Zhu Pingan glanced at Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling on the ground again. The yard has come in, so we can't turn a blind eye.

So, Zhu Pingan made a puzzled look, and with concern and comfort, he cupped his hands and asked Yan Song: "Ping An doesn't know what happened, but Mr. Ge, please calm down. Don't get angry and ruin your body. I'm afraid there is something wrong with it." Misunderstand."

Persuade peace.

Although he didn't know what happened, Zhu Pingan's tone was still persuasive, because Zhu Pingan knew the history.

In history, until the last period of Zhao Wenhua's life, when Emperor Jiajing wanted to punish Zhao Wenhua because Xiyuan built a new pavilion to offend Emperor Jiajing, Yan Song helped Zhao Wenhua wipe his **** to cover it up.

So, during this period of time, no matter what conflicts happened between Zhao Wenhua and Yan Song, they would turn their fights into friendships and continue to collude in the end.

Choosing Quanhe is the best choice.

After the two of them turned their fight into friendship, they thought of the scene where they persuaded them to make peace, so they would add some points.

This means quarreling with the couple and getting divorced. I ask you as a friend to judge, and you go up and persuade the divorce. It would be fine if they really left, but what if the couple reconciled after a few days of quarreling. You say that your friend, when the time comes, what kind of image will you leave in the minds of the couple, "Oh, what kind of friend, he even persuaded us to divorce, he just can't see us." Complaints of this level are light Yes, it is even possible to become enemies.

What's more, Zhu Ping'an also knows that Yan Song and Zhao Wenhua will still be kind fathers and filial sons in the future, and they will be filial to each other.

Persuading peace at this time may have made Yan Song a little unhappy at the time, but in the long run, it is absolutely beneficial and harmless.

"Misunderstand?!"

Yan Song heard the words, looked at Zhu Pingan, shook his head vigorously, and said with a wounded look: "Zihou, you don't know the inside story."

Zhao Wenhua, who was kneeling aside with his head on the ground, heard Zhu Ping'an's words, as if he had caught a life-saving straw, walked a few steps to Yan Song's feet, hugged Yan Song's thigh with both hands, and cried and begged for mercy: "Yes, I misunderstood, Yifu, Zihou is right, it was a misunderstanding."

At this time, Zhu Ping'an was able to persuade him to make peace, and Zhao Wenhua couldn't help being a little more grateful to Zhu Ping'an in his heart.

"Misunderstand?!"

Hearing Zhao Wenhua's words, Yan Song sneered and became even more angry. Regardless of his old body, he kicked Zhao Wenhua away vigorously, "Zi Hou doesn't know the inside story, so he can say he misunderstood. But you Meicun, how dare you call it a misunderstanding !"

"Father, it's really a misunderstanding. The father treats his son with great kindness, how could the son frame the father?"

After being kicked down by Yan Song, Zhao Wenhua got up again, knelt at Yan Song's feet, and cried while hugging Yan Song's thigh.

"Misunderstand?!"

Yan Song kicked Zhao Wenhua away again, then took out a bright yellow handwriting from his arms, threw it on Zhao Wenhua's face forcefully, and roared angrily: "Then explain this handwriting to the old man!"

The bright yellow handwriting hit Zhao Wenhua's face, fell to the ground, rolled at Zhu Pingan's feet, and spread out.

The characters on it are clearly visible: "Why don't you let others enjoy such immortal wine and fine nectar?"

Although there is no jade seal on it, Zhu Pingan recognized it at a glance. This is the font of Emperor Jiajing.

(end of this chapter)