Su Duhan didn't want to add fuel to his mother's fire at this time, so he didn't defend the Su family, but only smiled and comforted his mother, and took the tray away according to his mother's instructions. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

All the way to the patriarch's room, Su Duhan didn't need to be passed on by others, he directly picked up the curtain and came in, threw the tray into the patriarch's hand, and his face turned pale.

"In the past few years, the plot was originally to achieve great things, but the bias is so radical, where is the climate for great things? The ancestors have passed down from generation to generation, and this is the rule of teaching?" Su Duhan's eyes were cold, and his eyes were full of haze.

The patriarch is also a smart man, Xiao Luochen's people went out with the front foot, and he made people inquire with the back foot, and when he heard that he went to Cangzhou to buy something, he thought that Mrs. Anguo did not have that breath in her heart, and she was very worried for a few days.

A royal family in Xixia, the Su family disdains it, and is afraid that the master will have to rely on his mother to make things happen, so the patriarch is a little flustered. Su Guangfu knew about this, and he had already said the patriarch fiercely, scolding him for being short-sighted, and the patriarch restrained the people in the clan a little, so as not to embarrass Mrs. Anguo too much.

"The subordinates know their mistakes, and they have acted too radically over the years, which will inevitably affect their younger generation", the patriarch and the mud seem to be single-mindedly guilty, but in fact, they still excuse those young people.

"My mother has a noble status and has never been in trouble with others, but I didn't expect that someone in my clan would be wiped face, so what should she think in the future?"

He hated the fact that he was the grandson of the Chu family, but he had to make good use of this relationship, and he opened his mouth more and more fiercely: "You see that the seal made by the Xixia Emperor is so ignorant of respect, where is it like a member of the Su family who has been guarding himself for so many years? ”

Last time, under the pretext of the Su family's martial arts, the disrespect of the younger generations in the clan was turned around, and Mrs. Anguo was not happy after all, so she went to Cangzhou to find the dagger of Tianyi Pavilion.

A few gifts, thousands of silver taels, Chu Zhaohui didn't pay attention to it, just because his heart was cold.

Where is this attitude towards his own juniors, it is clearly polite with cold alienation, rejecting people thousands of miles away, and not wanting to communicate in the future.

The patriarch thought about Su Guangfu's reminder, and also felt that the younger generations in the clan had done too much, so he bowed down again and again to ask for guilt: "The subordinates will definitely be strictly restrained, and they will not teach such things to happen again." ”

Su Duhan's anger did not subside, and he stroked his sleeve fiercely: "The husband should be able to bend and stretch, which is the way to live in the world." Blindly people go to compete for the short and long, that is short-sighted rats. The Zhou family has passed down to the present, how many disasters have been avoided, how can they capsize in this gutter. ”

Wrapped in a storm in the haze, Su Duhan's eyes seemed to be a precursor to a storm and rain, and all the anger he received from his mother was sent to the patriarch: "Mother is just Mrs. Anguo of Emperor Chongming, this is the attitude of the clan, if the person who comes is Her Royal Highness the princess, or Emperor Chongming himself, how much confidence does the Su family have, do you dare to directly reverse it?"

The patriarch stood respectfully, listening to Su Duhan's thunderbolt, and then comparing it with Su Guangfu's words, his heart changed from unconvinced at the beginning to very relieved.

They have lived to this day with only faith left. I am most afraid that the master will be too young to hold his breath, but he is the one who thinks about the overall situation everywhere.

The patriarch's wife heard that it was almost hot outside, so she personally brought tea, half for her husband to relieve the siege, and asked Su Duhan to sit down and dissipate her anger.

Seeing the patriarch's wife, Su Duhan's face softened, and he pointed at the patriarch and said, "When it comes to doing things, you can't hold your breath after all, and you are not as good as your wife."

Chu Zhaohui was already provoked that day, and the patriarch's wife immediately made amends, instructed the sisters in the clan to get along with Wen Wan, and went to Mrs. Anguo's courtyard every once in a while to ask for peace, and she almost changed her fancy meals to accompany her meal.

From the words sent back by Hongfu and the others, the Patriarch's wife's Huairou strategy seemed to be working quite well.

Su Duhan took a sip of tea, threw the cup, and said, "Good life and those who don't know things, don't look down on my mother's origin as the eldest princess of the Chu family. I also count on the queen's mother's nephew, a relative, to inherit the lord and go to the border city to pull people. Otherwise, my father is gone, and I am an orphan and widow, who will remember me in two years?"

For this matter, Su Guangfu had already taught the patriarch a lesson, but the patriarch didn't think so, and today he heard Su Duhan's words in reason, and he had already turned his mind.

Now that he said it fiercely, the patriarch's forehead was dripping with sweat, and then he knew that the matter was serious, and he knelt at Su Duhan's feet and was convinced.

Su Duhan went out on the front foot, and the patriarch passed on the younger generations of the family to come over to listen to the training.

Chu Zhaohui chose the second day to travel, and was accompanied by Wen Wan for breakfast on the last day of the old mansion.

The breakfast is fine, with home-grown millet and red dates boiled porridge, cooked golden and viscous, with home-brewed vegetarian ham and vegetarian chicken, plus a plate of sour bamboo shoots and a plate of melon to accompany the meal.

Cucumbers, eggplant, chili peppers, bergamot, with peanuts and sesame seeds, filled in fist-sized pumpkins, pickled into carmine-colored melons in large vats, and carefully cut into a plate, which is a delicacy that Chu Zhaohui has never used in the palace.

The staple food is freshly steamed tofu skin buns and a basket of buckwheat and corn gold and silver rolls, which have just been opened, and still carry the aroma of buds.

The melon is appetizing, the sweet and sour taste is extremely crisp, Chu Zhaohui took it to eat, and unconsciously used half a more gold and silver roll, and the patriarch's wife saw it in her eyes one by one.

Seeing that Chu Zhaohui ran out, Wen Wan also put aside the bowl and twisted the handkerchief to wipe Chu Zhaohui's hands. I heard Mingzhu report through the curtain, saying that it was the patriarch's grandson Su Duran who asked to see him.

Chu Zhaohui knew that he was coming for the dagger, and the patriarch's wife was now in the room, so he didn't want to give her face, so he ordered Su Duran to come in.

Su Duran looked a little honest and looked very embarrassed. When he entered the door, he respectfully saluted, first thanked Chu Zhaohui for his reward, and then sincerely pleaded guilty: "A few days ago, my grandfather taught the younger generation a hard lesson, Wenneng Xingbang and Wuneng expanded the territory, the two complemented each other, but the juniors were short-sighted, too ignorant, and blindly martial arts and civility, and lived up to the kindness of Mrs. ”

In the face of such an honest nephew, he said it so bluntly, Chu Zhaohui was as powerless as a punch on cotton, after all, he was not his own children, and it was not his turn to teach.

Chu Zhaohui ordered Mingzhu to help him up, and encouraged him with a kind smile, telling him not to take it to heart.

Su Duran presented another post of his own Lin, the words on the Xuelang paper were extremely serious, and the rules were restrained, but they did not have the momentum that Yue Fei's "Man Jianghong" should have.

Su Duran smiled shyly: "This is the little nephew who wrote with the pen and ink given by his wife, he has not written for a long time, and the words are very tight, and he will be posted on the same day in the future, worthy of his wife's teachings." ”

The words couldn't be taken out, and his attitude at least satisfied Chu Zhaohui. (To be continued.) )