However, looking at such a father, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind......

Or, he found a way to deal with his father without harming the Mu family, and finally marrying peace!

"Then everything is as my father wants, except for my marriage." He sighed, masking the thought that had just come to him.

This time the father and son fought each other, and they each took half a step back, without victory or defeat.

Mu Dingzhi walked out of Yulin Residence with a sigh, thought about it, and went to Tingtao Pavilion again.

Mu Yaozheng "thought about it behind closed doors" and sat by the window to paint.

Recently, he only paints people, Ping'an, her in the memories of his past life, and her now, trying to find out what is different about her. The similarities and differences always made him feel a little awkward, as if something was happening that he didn't know.

In this way, the comparison really made him discover something special!

In the previous life, there was a watershed in Ping'an's character and behavior, that is, the death of the first emperor.

When the first emperor was there, she was a pampered princess, as if she didn't care about anything. But after the first emperor left, her whole person completely changed, and it seemed that she lost the innocent atmosphere of a girl overnight, and became cold and depressed.

The so-called relationship is born from the heart, and in the end, her appearance has a huge difference, and she looks a little harsh.

At that time, she supported the fourteenth brother Zhao Hao to ascend to the throne, and the emperor was not the current ninth brother Zhao Chen.

And after he was reborn, he found that even if the first emperor left in this life, Ping'an's temperament did not change much. In addition to the fact that everything seems to be in hand, his temperament is still so wild, uncontrolled, freewheeling, plus a little cunning and arrogance.

How could it be different? If there are distortions and accidents in big events, he can still understand them. After all, he can live again, and many things can naturally be overturned and restarted.

But how can people go to the other extreme?

Even, peace seems to be clearer, and there is a sense of indomitable bravery and decisiveness.

It's like walking at a crossroads in life, there are two choices, in the previous life she went south, and in this life she went directly to the north.

Could it be that she is also realive? So I wanted to try another way, like he did.

With a snap, the brush fell on the table, and the ink was like a dark cloud, covering the smiling face he was drawing.

Raw, he was taken aback by his own thoughts.

Then he smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking that he must have thought too much, because he cared too much about peace. Even his rebirth is a miracle of heaven, how can it be reproduced like a plate painting?

He laughed at himself, but found that this thought was stuck to his heart, as if he couldn't pull it out.

Maybe he's too whimsical, too idle.

"What are you drawing?" Mu Yao was too focused on Zhao Ping'an's "abnormality", and he didn't pay attention to when his father came in.

And seeing the portraits on his desk, Mu Dingzhi's face immediately turned from red to blue, and then from blue to red, just like opening a paint shop.

"So you really want to marry her." He suddenly figured it out.

The youngest son didn't want to please him at all, he wanted to get Zhao Ping'an, so he was so obedient recently.

"Of course it's true." Mu Yao shrugged, not surprised by the "misunderstanding", "Since I was a child, my father has said that I am disobedient, but it is because I never force me to do what I don't want to do. Unlike the second brother, he will do whatever his father says. ”

Cut, does the old guy really think that he is fighting for the Mu family and for the court of being a father? Ha, joke.

"It's nice to kill two birds with one stone." He smiled indifferently.

Mu Dingzhi glared at Mu Yao, and suddenly felt a little panicked.

Because of these two sons, the only two drops of blood he has left, it seems that he doesn't know them, he knows them. What the hell happened, just because of a woman, the son is not his?

Mu Dingzhi closed his eyes and calmed his thoughts. Soon, his heart was as hard as a rock.

"I really like it, don't let your brother snatch her."

"Can't Dad serve the second brother?"

"I'll never let him be the master, but don't be too useless." Mu Dingzhi snorted, no matter whether talking like this would hurt the young son's self-esteem, "You have not been as good as Erlang since you were a child, but you have a good relationship with women." Don't end up, this one will lose him. ”

"Dad, it's useless to agitate the generals." Mu Yao said lightly while slowly collecting the pen and ink on the table.

"That dad taught you to be a good man, never let a woman call the shots. If you want to marry the eldest princess, you have to at least come up with some means. Can you help Miss Su frame your brother, so that you don't dare to go on it? Mu Dingzhi sneered.

Mu Yao raised his eyebrows, "If you have affection, you won't use means." Is it possible for me to learn from my father to my mother? ”

"Bastard!" Mu Dingzhi blurted out.

Then he was stunned to find that this was the second time he scolded like this today, and his anger and helplessness made him wave his hand and slap Mu Yao.

He is a martial artist, and Mu Yao has always had fine skin and tender meat, and when this slap went down, half of his face immediately swollen high.

But Mu Yao smiled, and two smiling eyes bent out on his red and swollen face, Mu Dingzhi didn't know why, and suddenly felt a little weak.

He thought of the Li family, his wife and Erlang's mother.

He thought of Hua, his wife, the first beauty in the border city that year, and Saburo's mother-in-law.

Under his anger and ambition, they used to smile at him like this, and then left him one by one.

"If the second brother confronts you, my father won't beat him like this, right? Because the second brother is very strong, you said that you prefer him, but I think you are afraid of him. And I'm a waste, the kind that can be discarded at any time, that can be killed. But Dad, it's scary to go crazy. ”

"You dare to threaten Lao Tzu?" Mu Dingzhi's eyes were glared, and the whites of his eyes were covered with red silk.

"No, I said, kill two birds with one stone. It just so happens that my purpose can accomplish your purpose. However, I give my dad three words: don't-care-me! ”

He gasped for breath, because his face was really painful, and he had to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, "Because waste can be used as a sharp weapon." But waste can also be messy, and it can be turned upside down. Father and son, why should they be enemies? If you want peace, I will ask for it myself, but don't interfere with it. After all, who knows what I, a fatherless, sonless, kingless bastard, will do. ”

Mu Dingzhi looked at his young son, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

His goal is the world, and he tramples on one person above ten thousand people, but he can't even control his son. As if he had fallen into an evil spirit, his two sons were at odds with him, so strange that he felt like he was having nightmares.

But in the end, he didn't dare to hit Mu Yao a second time, so he was so angry that he kicked over the desk and walked away.

Zhao Ping'an, I really can't stay.

Erlang threatened her safety, and now Saburo is doing the same. The thousand-mile causeway was destroyed in the anthill, and Zhao Ping'an was the ant, who ruined his Mu family sooner or later.

"Come on, send this to the Imperial Tomb." Back in his study, Mu Dingzhi was silent for a long time, picked up a pen and wrote a note, sealed it, and handed it to the man in black standing in the corner.

Then, he held his head.

Splitting headaches.