It was getting late, and the sky was gloomy for a winter, and there were rare clouds of fire.

It is said that the sunset is infinitely good, and the romance is at dusk.

Under the golden clouds, the two looked at each other for a long time.

In the end, Song Shizhen opened his eyes and said softly: "Let's talk about it later." ”

"Okay." He didn't want to push too hard, "I'll give you time, but I won't give up, you won't be happy with Wan Chaoyan, he is full of how to revitalize Wanjia, his vision is no longer in a small Qingzhou, or Tianji Prefecture, his stage is bigger and wider, he won't be willing to go back to a small place with you, but I do." ”

Song Shizhen turned around and stared at him coldly, "Even if he treats me badly, you are not allowed to slander or belittle him!" ”

"Okay." He nodded, his expression a little gloomy, but the appreciation in his eyes was even greater, "I will be very happy if you defend me like this." ”

"Let's go back." Song Shizhen turned over and got on his horse, glanced at him, covered in thorns, and blood was flowing on his face and hands, "You have to go back to see the doctor quickly." ”

"You still care about me." He laughed, oblivious to the pain.

The two rode back, and when they approached the city gate, they all stopped, Song Shizhen looked back at Yan Hao, and saw that although others were embarrassed, the smile on their faces remained unchanged, as if they were happy, "Don't tell anyone about this matter." ”

"Listen to you."

He looked like a woman singing and her husband followed, and Song was really speechless for an instant.

"But this horse said that it will be given to you, you are not allowed to want it, and you are not allowed to throw it there like just now, otherwise I will tell others about today." He smirked.

Song Shizhen glared at him a few times, "It's itchy skin, isn't it?" ”

"If you have itchy hands, how many times will you hit me?"

Song is true: "......"

The two parted on the street in front of the prefect's yamen, Yan Hao went straight to the back ya, and the moment the horse stepped into the back ya, he couldn't hold on anymore and planted it from the horse.

"Childe, childe, what's wrong Childe." The Yan family was so frightened that they were all scared, the old lady's heart and soul baby, there could be no problem!

Yan Wenjie was also shocked when he learned that his son came back with scars, he found that his son had been going to Wuweiju a lot recently, and people were not so sassy, so he stopped asking someone to beat him, why did he come back full of injuries?

He didn't care about any official business to deal with, so he went straight to the back office, and when he saw his son lying on the bed, his eyes closed, his face as pale as paper, and his body full of thorns, the doctor carefully picked it for half an hour, and he was shocked.

"What's going on?" He asked worriedly.

"The little one didn't know, but when the son came back, he planted it from the horse, and he hasn't woken up yet." House slave road.

Yan Wenjie asked the doctor again, "Doctor, what's wrong with the official's son?" ”

"In addition to this thorn all over his body, he is angry, but the son is determined and insists on getting home, no hindrance, pick out all the thorns, and rub the medicine for a few days, it will be fine." The old doctor said pertinently.

Yan Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could completely relax, an anxious voice came from outside, "Master, it's gone!" ”

"What!" Yan Wenjie's heart jumped, it was given to him by his uncle, the only sweaty BMW in the Yan family!

Caring that his son hadn't woken up yet, he ran to the stable, and sure enough, he saw that the stable was empty, and the good horse grass had only eaten a small half, and he instantly felt cold, "Who has been here today?" ”

"Nobody."

"That's good, why is the horse gone!" He asked angrily, this horse is his favorite horse, no matter where he goes, he is reluctant to ride it on weekdays, and he is like a baby.

"Childe has been here."

Yan Wenjie suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he had a terrifying feeling that the stallion would never come back.

Yan Hao, who had slept beautifully, woke up the next day at dawn, and in the dream, he dreamed that he was holding Song Shizhen's hand and walking in the flowers and plants, and she smiled and snuggled in his arms.

So, when he woke up, he was smiling.

The single eyelid lifted and suddenly frightened, "Dad, are you here?" ”

"You still have the face to say? Where's my horse! Yan Wenjie gritted his teeth and asked.

"Horses? What horse? Yan Hao's eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look directly into his father's eyes.

"I ask you, where is my horse!" Yan Wenjie scolded sharply, he was really angry.

However, Yan Hao was not afraid at all, but turned around and glanced at him, "I gave it away." ”

"How dare you give away my horse?!" Yan Wenjie was so angry that his face was hideous, he rolled up his sleeves, "Come on, take the family law!" ”

"You want to hit me again? Spending money to ask someone to beat me doesn't count, but now I want to fight with my own hands? Yan Hao didn't care about the pain all over his body, suddenly got up, and handed his neck to his father, "Beat, kill me!" Anyway, I'm just the son you don't want, and it's okay to die! ”

Yan Wenjie was stunned for a moment, and then his whole momentum weakened, he didn't expect his son to know everything, "If you are angry, I will beat you?" ”

"Yes, I don't fight for it, I can't be your angry son, you just have a reason to kill me." He said and knelt down on the cold ground, "Fight, anyway, I'm your son, you can fight as much as you want!" Didn't you beat my mother to death like this?! ”

"Smack!" The loud sound instantly lowered the temperature of the room to freezing, Yan Wenjie's hands trembled after the beating, he hit his son in person for the first time, or slapped his face, and immediately regretted it, "Your mother is an accident, an accident!" ”

"Yes, it was an accident, but my mother died, it's a fact, you sent her away with your own hands." Speaking of mothers, father and son seem to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, and separated by a ravine that can never be crossed.

Yan Wenjie finally put out the fire, he stretched out his hand to help his son, "We father and son don't fight against each other, and I don't ask him where he went, you can do whatever you want." ”

"You don't ask, but I want to say, I gave it to Miss Song, I want to marry her!" He got up and looked directly into Yan Wenjie's eyes with great determination, and the five-paw print on his face seemed to be non-existent.

Yan Wenjie frowned, "Who did you say you would marry?" ”

"I want to marry Song is true, Qingzhou people, Song is true!" He repeated, still unwaveringly determined.

"Did you know she was engaged? She is Wan Chaoyan's fiancée, how can you do such a thing? Yan Wenjie pointed at his son and said bitterly.

Yan Hao insisted on not changing, "I haven't married yet, I just quit the marriage, anyway, I want to marry him, you can't stop it!" ”

"I won't stop you, you can marry whoever you want, what I'm worried about is whether your grandmother can agree? Is Miss Song willing? Can Wanjia agree? Yan Wenjie shook his head, his face full of helplessness, "Son, do you think things should not be so simple?" Marriage is a matter of two families, not two people! ”

"So, you married my mother, just because the family needs, and when you marry back, you treat her badly, she washes her face with tears all day long, do you also want me to treat my wife like this in the future?" He didn't back down at all, "If my grandmother doesn't agree, I won't go back to this house anymore." ”

"You!" Yan Wenjie knew that his son was rebellious, but he didn't expect to be so rebellious that it was hopeless.

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