The Protector was almost heartbroken, thinking only of his eldest son who died young, and looking at Huan Yi, who was not growing, and his anger turned into pain.

"You should only have no obstacle to me, who is not angry, because you have to get me back." Heng Yi's dark eyes were full of disdain, "You are willing to be dirty and smelly, why do you drag me down?" ”

The protector is now powerful, and what he is most afraid of is that there is no successor, and he doesn't know who to hand over such a family business, but when he saw him say such a thing, he grabbed the inkstone on the table and smashed it.

He regretted it when he smashed it, Huan Yi has been pampered since he was a child, and he is doted on in every way, if he really smashes something good, how can it be good?

And at this moment, I saw a white figure rushing in from outside the door, blocking in front of Huan Yi at once, and forcibly blocked the inkstone that smashed over with his body.

The inkstone then fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

Only then did the protector see clearly that it was Huan Yu who blocked it, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and he didn't look at how Huan Yu was smashed, so he turned his head angrily and didn't speak for a long time.

Huan Yu's face was indifferent, "The father is angry, it is because his son is not strict in teaching, please just punish his son." ”

"Well, to put on this bastard's clothes and send him to kneel in front of his father's spiritual seat is also considered his filial piety." The Lord Protector is majestic in the court, but at this time his face is full of depression, and state affairs can be easily played by him, but family affairs give him a headache.

Huan Yi was soon taken out by the slaves, but Huan Yu admonished his father in the house for a while, and then came out of the study unhurriedly.

Bucai was waiting under the corridor, and saw the old man's angry voice in the study, anxious like an ant on a hot pot, he knew that even if the old man hated Huan Yi again, he was still reluctant to scold, but he was afraid that it was his master who suffered.

The parrot under the porch fluttered its wings and flew wildly, and the rustling of the golden chains under his feet made his face dusty.

He scolded angrily, but saw that Huan Yu really came out.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" His face was full of fear, "Where did you hurt?" The servant went to invite Imperial Doctor Zhang over. ”

I saw that Huan Yu's white clothes had been splashed with ink, which could only be described as miserable, but his eyes were still warm, but there was a kind of indifference between his eyebrows.

He stretched out his hand to tear his sleeve open, but saw that his wrist was already red and swollen, and his cold gaze only glanced at it lightly, "It's okay." ”

Before he was about to speak, he heard Huan Yu open his mouth and order: "Go and send those antiques and calligraphy and paintings collected from Jiangnan to Ah Yan's house." ”

"Master Su Ri hates the little master playing with those things the most, and only scolds him for not learning and not knowing, why do you bother to ask for that bad luck." It's not that I've been with him for so long, and I know that my master's memory is excellent, so why don't I even remember such a thing.

There was a hint of sharpness in Huan Yu's eyes, and he only felt that his scalp was numb, and he hurriedly whispered: "Yes, the slave will send it over in person immediately." ”

When he looked at Huan Yu again, he saw that his face was still full of lightness.

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The firewood room was indeed as quiet as death, and Jiang Mo sat on the wet wheat straw, and occasionally someone came to look at her a few times, and even said some words of comfort, but she didn't hear it, and her fingers were quickly knitting on the pale golden wheat straw.

Soon a delicate butterfly was braided, and with the "swishing" cold wind, the butterfly turned in the cold wind, lifelike.