"What are you doing?" Zi Shaofeng's old face suddenly sank: "She's a little child, what are you doing with her?" ”

"Grandpa," Zi Ye suddenly said unhappily: "I'm not young, I have the right to know the situation of our family, besides, if you are so timid and don't tell me anything, aren't you afraid that I will cause any trouble outside?" Do you still want to be led by the nose, don't you want to be your Zhennan Hou with your eyebrows raised? ”

Zi Ye's words made Zi Shaofeng's heart inexplicably sour, over the years, only he Zi Shaofeng knew the sadness of the Zi family best, and even his son didn't know much about it.

The reason why he Zhennanhou would still have a low voice in front of a small Yuanlin, to put it bluntly, is because he is just a nominal Zhennanhou.

The military power in his hands has been handed over, the generals have been dispersed, and even the generals who have been trained so hard have scattered because of the incident back then, leaving only a few henchmen who refuse to leave even if they die.

But these henchmen, not to mention the weak strength of the castration, they are also the life-saving chess pieces of his Zi family at the critical moment, and they are usually absolutely unusable.

Therefore, to be honest, he Zhennan Marquis is a bare-bones commander with the name of a marquis.

All his troops are those who are useless in his family.

Such a Zhennanhou, what kind of confidence does he have to argue with others, so after Ziye caused trouble, he could only let out an old face, wear the tall hat of Zhennanhou, apologize for Ziye, and solve the disaster.

Such a practice of giving up an old face to protect his grandson really made Zi Shaofeng feel that life was worse than death.

How high-spirited he was back then, he made the enemy fearful on the battlefield, but now, the twilight of the hero is just a bleak evening, and his reputation is in vain.

But even though he is like this, Ziye is still a commodity that can't be supported by mud on the wall, which makes him even more cold and desperate.

If it weren't for Zi Ye being the only bloodline of the Zi family, he would have really wanted to slap her to death to punish this unsuccessful thing.

Now, Zi Ye's seemingly sensible words made Zi Shaofeng burst into tears in an instant.

"You rabbit cub, if you had been sensible in the early years, grandpa wouldn't have been angry all these years...... Now that I hear you say that, even though you are still the same thing that is not angry, it can be regarded as a little comforting......"

Zi Ye didn't expect that his few words would make Zi Shaofeng cry like this, and his heart couldn't help but feel slightly sour.

Her deity Purple Night must make the old man so desperate, and now she just casually said something with long ambition, which made the old man so pleased, such old tears.

With a slight pain in her heart, she squatted down beside Zi Shaofeng's legs, holding his trembling hands with both hands, and smiled very confidently.

"Grandpa, just look at it, in the future, our Zi family will rise step by step...... I, Purple Night, will let the Purple Family stand at the pinnacle of this eternal ** ......"

"Grandpa doesn't ask what the Zi family can do, just ask you to save your own life......" Zi Shaofeng choked up: "Grandpa is old, your second uncle is like that, we can't protect you for a lifetime...... If we are gone, grandpa only hopes that you can live well, and live with your eyebrows raised and proud......".

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