"My son is not a frivolous person who covets his own sister. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "I have never seen Zhuang Wangshu draw a knife with my own eyes, and Guo Yingying took his son behind him sideways.

After separating the blade with a not wide back, she turned her head sideways and said, "Cheng'er knows that Shuo'er is not born to you and me. He...... He is just a little boy's admiration for Shuo'er. ”

Zhuang Wangshu raised his eyebrows, and confiscated the cold breathing weapon.

"Not a frivolous one?" Zhuang Wangshu, who was angry, glared at Zhuang Cheng obliquely: "Isn't it a frivolous person who will provoke you to make a move on Zhuang Shuo?" This kind of son should be eliminated early. lest you do something that you don't know what is good or bad, and cause you to do something that causes trouble as a woman. ”

Guo Yingying turned around and grabbed the saber.

"For the sake of you and my husband and wife for more than ten years, the master spared Cheng'er. He's my life, he's gone, and I won't be able to live. Blood spilled from between her white palms, but Guo Yingying felt nothing. While holding the saber tighter, she faced Zhuang Wangshu with tears in her eyes. Even at this moment, the mother still defended her son: "Cheng'er only knows that Shuo'er is not from you and me, and she doesn't know Shuo'er's life experience." If he knew, he wouldn't have thought about her again. How could the flesh that fell from my body harm me? In the final analysis, it's all just your fault and mine, and it has nothing to do with Cheng'erguan. If it weren't for the fact that we misestimated the strength of the Jiang family back then......"

"Don't talk about it." Interrupting his wife coldly, Zhuang Wangshu let go of the saber in his hand.

The dusty General Zhongwu sat on the couch. It wasn't until she saw Mama Jiang, who was over half a hundred years old, crawling towards her wife and hugging her so distressed that she softened her tone and ordered: "Don't cry." If you can move, wrap the wound for Madame! ”

Zhuang Cheng, the only one who was not injured by Zhuang Wangshu, dared to get up and found the medicine under the prompting of Mama Jiang. When he endured palpitations and bandaged his mother's wounds, Zhuang Wangshu's long sigh sounded.

"Madame, you really shouldn't be disturbed by Cheng'er." There was a sense of disappointment in his soothing tone, and there was finally a sense of concern. Zhuang Wangshu, who came out of anger and panic, subconsciously moved closer to his wife's direction, and said with the emotion of "hating iron does not make steel": "For so many years, you have never done anything to worry me. ”

"The mother is dragged down by her son!" Gently letting go of his mother's hand, Zhuang Cheng straightened his chest and faced his father, who always carried the general's prestige: "It's up to you what the father wants to do with his son." But the son thinks that now he complains, it is better to find a way to remedy it. Shuo'er, she ......"

"You're still thinking about Shuo'er?" Slapped the small table at hand, Zhuang Wangshu sighed in disappointment: "You have been very smart since you were the governor, and even the old lady who has only lived for a few months said that the Zhuang family has come to your generation, and most of them rely on you." But we didn't expect that Shuo'er would be your death hole! knew that this was the case, and he should never have brought Zhuang Shuo home back then. No matter how precious she is, she can't be more expensive than my parent. ”

"A saint can also be disturbed by love, let alone a mortal like me?" Kneeling beside his father, Zhuang Cheng pointed to the point: "Shuo'er can't die." In the past few years, the two practitioners who have quietly inquired about Shuo'er have been turning a blind eye. ”

"That's right. I didn't dare touch them. It's a pity that your mother has already made a move. Shuo'er, whether she can die or not, has been harmed by you as a mortal person. Meeting his son's suspicious eyes, Zhuang Wangshu lowered his voice and said, "At this point, she can only die!" If you die, you can still deceive people. After all, there is no superficial relationship between the bandits and my dealer. If he is not dead, the matter of Panshan Nunnery will definitely arouse suspicion. If one day Shuo'er knows everything, he will never give up on the dealer. ”

"She's an eleven-year-old woman, what can she do if she knows everything?" Zhuang Cheng, who was angry at his biological father and didn't bow his head, quickly knelt down and hugged Zhuang Wangshu's thigh, and begged for mercy: "You haven't dared to move for so many years, so why take the risk at this time?" If Shuo'er is okay, his father will let Shuo'er live. ”

"Let her live, and then watch you being controlled by her to only know love and not know anything else?" Glancing at the two women who were still sitting on the ground and only dared to lower their voices and sob, Zhuang Wangcheng couldn't help but soften. After more than ten years of husband and wife relationship, he finally said something that indirectly comforted his wife: "Now is not the same as in the past." With God's blessing, people who didn't dare to move half a month ago are now moving without much risk. You should be glad for your mother - if she doesn't make a move, and the situation doesn't change, I don't mind treating Shuo'er as a concubine. But Shuo'er's identity must not be exposed, naturally it can only be your own sister. I can't wash away the stigma of my sister for you, your mother took the liberty of moving Shuo'er, in addition to being angry, I can only respect my wife and protect my wife and take care of the aftermath. ”

Zhuang Cheng asked himself: What does my father mean that he will not blame his mother for Shuo'er?

Turning his head to look at Guo Yingying, who was relieved, Zhuang Cheng didn't feel a trace of relief. He understood that with his mother's attack on Zhuang Shuo, the two women who cared about the most had stood on opposite sides. Guo Yingying has nothing to do, then Zhuang Shuo has something to do. Zhuang Shuo is fine, then Guo Yingying is fine. One is his mother, and the other is his favorite opposite sex.

It would be nice if Shuo'er was a young lady of his family. He couldn't stop sighing: I can get my mother to agree to marry Shuo'er for me. Mother will not be antagonistic to Shuo'er.

Zhuang Shuo, who was crowned with a phoenix, only flashed in front of his eyes, and Zhuang Cheng found strength. He let go of his father and bowed to his mother. And Zhuang Wangshu expressed his attitude as always: "My son has something to say to me alone." You and Mama Jiang go to the warm pavilion by the door and rest first. ”

The father and son avoided talking about it intimately, and even Mama Jiang was accustomed to it, so how could they stop it?

When Zhuang Wangshu clearly stated that he would "respect his wife and protect his wife", and the atmosphere of the father and son eased, Guo Yingying and Jiang Mama supported each other and left the entire soundproofed room of the General's Mansion to two men.

"Shuo'er must be fine." Once again, he used this sentence to strengthen his belief, and Zhuang Cheng stood up and said: "The situation has changed, so that my father no longer has any worries about Shuo'er, and he should not ignore those who inquire about Shuo'er's news. Ruoshuo'er comes back......"

"Where do you get your confidence?" Picking up the tea bowl, Zhuang Wangshu, who didn't mind that the tea was cold at all, interrupted impatiently: "The Yi clan replied that there is a lot, and I am just waiting for my only daughter to be buried." ”

If I believe that Shuo'er is dead, I am afraid that I will not even speak out, how can I fight for her opportunity?

Zhuang Cheng didn't say this. He knew that if Zhuang Shuo, who had been abandoned by his father, was mentioned, this hard-won opportunity for conversation would be gone. He can only change the subject.

"Whether there are concerns or not, my father should also exterminate those Yi people. They are instructed by their mothers, and sooner or later they will tarnish their mother's reputation if they live. ”

Zhuang Wangshu looked at his son beside him carefully. He barely withdrew from the bloody storm of the prince's seizure of power, and he never figured out why his second son, who was only thirteen years old and had never experienced any turmoil, could see so clearly.