Who is it? The voice was familiar...... Who's talking?

Master Cui suddenly turned around, but saw the door of the ancestral hall slowly open, and a middle-aged woman dressed in plain white and haggard walked in step by step with the support of her two sons. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Madame! How, yes, yes...... You? When someone walked in, Master Cui was shocked, and couldn't help but take half a step back and fall to the ground.

This plain white old woman is clearly her wife, Fan.

Master Cui was a little confused for a while, a few months ago, this Fan family was obviously sentenced to be beheaded for murdering King Tang, how could he appear here!

What the hell is going on? Master Cui couldn't help but shudder when he remembered the last time his wife and young son escaped death under the knife of the new emperor, coupled with the resurrection from the dead this time.

Could it be that behind his wife, what else is not a master? Thinking of his wife's maiden family, Luyang Fan, Master Cui became even more suspicious for a while.

Luyang Fan's family is a thousand-year-old family, although it seems to have been hollowed out by the Li family, I am afraid that there are still some means behind the scenes.

"Master," Mrs. Cui couldn't help but laugh when she looked at her master's unpredictable face.

has been married for thirty years, how could she not understand this man's mind.

"I'm not dead yet, why are you in a hurry to marry Zhang?" After a while, Mrs. Cui stopped laughing.

She turned her head to look at her husband, and her eyes were cold.

"Madam, I'm ......" Master Cui was a little entangled at this time, the appearance of his wife made him suspicious of the hidden strength behind the Luyang Fan family, but he didn't want to give up the power of the Empress Dowager Zhang in the suburbs of Beijing.

For a while, under the hesitation of weighing interests, Master Cui didn't know what to say.

"Mother, why do you have to embarrass your father?" At this moment, an emaciated figure flashed behind Mrs. Cui, who was the third son of the Cui family, Cui Jinghao.

At this time, Cui Jinghao has long lost the handsome young appearance of the son of a family, and he has been hiding in Tibet for many days and being frightened, but he has become a ruthless man with a haggard face and cold eyes.

Cui Jinghao just crossed his mother like this, paced in front of his father step by step, and looked condescendingly at Master Cui who was still sitting on the ground.

"Father, it's cold on the ground, so you'd better get up first." Cui Jinghao bent down and stretched out his hand to his father opposite.

It's obviously a word of concern, but for some reason, listening to everyone's ears, I only feel cold and shivering.

"San Lang, ...... for my father" Master Cui held his son's hand, and after getting up, he wanted to comfort his son a few words.

But when he looked up at his son's smiling face with a smile on his lips and a cold face in his eyes, he couldn't help but feel fear. If it weren't for Cui Jinghao holding him tightly, at this time, he almost fell back to the ground.

Cui Yu immediately let go of his son's supporting hand, and took the opportunity of sorting out his clothes to take half a step back without a trace. In his opinion, where does the ruthless and cold man in front of him have half of his young son?

Seeing that the family stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the ancestral hall became more and more solemn, the fourth uncle at the top couldn't help but stomp on the crutches in his hand.

"Okay," Seeing that everyone was looking over, the fourth uncle sighed and continued. "Your family has to catch up, and wait first."

"Let's put forward a new patriarch today." Li Yuanche's army was already approaching the city, and this matter could not be delayed any longer.

When Cui Yu heard this, he couldn't help but be anxious, and when he was about to speak, he was preemptively opened by Mrs. Cui on the side.

"What the fourth uncle said is exact," Mrs. Cui bowed to everyone, turned around and looked at her husband coldly. "My lord spoils his wife in the outer room, and his physique is lost, and he is indeed not worthy of being the head of this thousand-year-old famous family."

"Madame, what nonsense are you talking about!" Master Cui Zou Mei looked at his wife on the side, and was about to say something, but he saw his young son with a cold smile in his eyes.

Just at a glance, Master Cui felt cold and couldn't speak anymore.

How so? It's obviously his son's eyebrows, but Master Cui just feels that the son in front of him seems to have become another person, a person who makes him dare not look at it again after just one glance.

Cui Jinghao saw that Master Cui lowered his head and didn't dare to speak again, so he turned to the people in the ancestral hall and bowed.

"Fourth Uncle Ancestor, according to the rules of my clan, the position of this patriarch has always been inherited by the eldest line, this is right." Speaking of this, Cui Jinghao turned his head to look at the two brothers who were supporting his mother, and smiled inexplicably.

The two sons of the Cui family suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, and quickly lowered their heads and shrank behind their mothers.

Seeing this, Cui Jinghao nodded with satisfaction and continued. "My two brothers have no intention of being the patriarch, and I have no choice but to make it difficult for San Lang."

What the? Cui Jinghao wants to be the head of this clan! Everyone in the ancestral hall couldn't help but be shocked when they heard this, especially the people led by Master Cui Liu, who were even more dissatisfied.

The head of the Cui clan is so important, how can he be a yellow-mouthed child.

Master Cui Liu just wanted to open his mouth to reprimand, but saw that the fourth uncle had already stepped forward and pestled his crutches.

"What San Lang said is reasonable, the position of patriarch should indeed be like this according to the rules, from now on, the patriarch of my Cui clan will be held by San Lang."

As soon as the words fell, Master Cui Liu suddenly raised his head with an incredulous expression. Yesterday, the fourth uncle ancestor obviously supported him, why did he suddenly change his mind at this time.

Sixth Master Cui didn't understand what was wrong, and the Fourth Uncle didn't understand either.

Before he spoke, what he was about to say was obviously against it, but for some reason, when Cui Jinghao looked up at him, he couldn't help but change his tone.

I'm afraid this Cui Jinghao is already ....... The fourth uncle remembered the strangeness just now, and couldn't help but lower his head.

After living for so many decades, he knows more about nature than others. The more you know, the more you fear.

The fourth uncle who didn't want to die for the time being, wisely closed his mouth, lowered his head, and sat aside with his eyes down, as if it was not him who spoke just now.

The fourth uncle ancestor was the person with the highest rank in the Cui family, and even he nodded, and the others couldn't find a suitable reason to oppose it for a while, and the ancestral hall suddenly fell silent.

Cui Jinghao looked at all this, nodded with satisfaction, turned back to his mother, and smiled silently, but his two brothers shrank their heads again.

Great, everything went smoothly. Cui Jinghao just wanted to approach the shrine in the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors and strike while the iron was hot to take the position of the successor patriarch, but he heard a roar beside him.

"Rebel, you dare!" Master Cui, who had just come back to his senses, couldn't help but step forward, stopped in front of the ancestral tablet, and said word by word.

"You, the old man, the son, I, yet, no, dead!" (To be continued.) )