Zihou, please give me some advice...
After Yan Song said this, Zhu Ping'an felt that three pairs of eyes were focused on him.
This is a fatal judgment. If you are not careful with your words, you may leave yourself with fatal hidden dangers.
Zhu Pingan raised his head under the expectant gazes of the three people, bowed to Yan Song, Yan Shifan and Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling on the ground, and slowly said, "It is said that it is difficult for an honest official to judge family affairs. Moreover, Pingan has just woken up from a hangover and is very stupid. However, I am grateful for the favor of the elder and Lord Yan. I will try to analyze it a little. I hope that the elder, Lord Yan and Lord Zhao will forgive me if there is anything inappropriate."
There are three meanings in Zhu Ping'an's words. The first is to point out that this is a family affair. Zhao Wenhua is the adopted son, and Yan Song is the adopted father. They are father and son. This is a family affair. Even an honest judge finds it difficult to judge family affairs. If I cannot judge it well, it is understandable. The second is to emphasize that I just woke up after being drunk, and I am not very sober yet. It is you who forced me to judge at this time. If I cannot judge it well, it is naturally understandable. The third is to find a way out before judging. Please forgive me if there are any inappropriate points in my judgment later.
"For the time being, I will make the decision for you. I guarantee that no one will cause trouble to you, Zihou, afterwards."
Yan Song glanced at Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling on the ground and said meaningfully.
Zhao Wenhua's head hit the ground again.
"Zihou, just speak boldly." Yan Shifan smiled slightly and nodded to Zhu Ping'an.
"Then Ping'an will show off my ugliness." Zhu Ping'an nodded, then glanced at Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling on the ground, and said softly: "From what Ping'an just heard, today's incident was the fault of Lord Zhao. Lord Zhao presented the Hundred Flowers Wine to His Majesty, which is a good thing, but if the way of presenting was slightly adjusted, Lord Zhao presented the Hundred Flowers Wine to the Elder, and then the Elder presented it to His Majesty, it would be better, and probably today's incident would not have happened."
"Well... Zihou, you are a sensible man." After hearing what Zhu Ping'an said, Yan Song stroked his beard with satisfaction and nodded.
Yan Song was satisfied, but Zhao Wenhua... raised his head three inches from the ground...
"However, in Ping'an's opinion, although the way Lord Zhao presented the Hundred Flowers Wine is questionable, Ping'an believes that Lord Zhao will never frame the old man, and Lord Zhao will never dare to frame the old man. To be disrespectful to Lord Zhao, even if Lord Zhao is given another ten years, he will not have the courage to frame the old man."
After Yan Song finished speaking, Zhu Ping'an continued to comment softly.
Zhao Wenhua listened to Zhu Ping'an's words and rested his head on the ground again. He was very satisfied with Zhu Ping'an's words. Zhu Ping'an was right. I just presented Baihua wine in the wrong way. I definitely didn't mean to frame him. I wouldn't dare to do that even if I had the guts of a bear...
In this way, my mistake was limited to the wrong way of offering Baihua wine, which was a much lighter mistake.
The more Zhao Wenhua thought about it, the more satisfied he became with Zhu Ping'an's words.
"So, please calm down your anger, and don't let it harm your health." Zhu Ping'an bowed.
"Zihou is right. Father, please calm down. I am where I am today because of you. How could I possibly frame you? Besides, I would never frame you even if I had the guts to do so. Father..."
After Zhu Ping'an finished his comments, Zhao Wenhua hurriedly crawled on his knees and fell to Yan Song's feet, crying.
This crying is so heartbreaking that anyone who hears it will cry.
Be it the expression, the crying voice, or the tears, in short, it looked like Zhao Wenhua was crying very realistically.
Zhu Ping'an gave a high score to Zhao Wenhua's performance.
but.
Zhu Ping'an guessed in his heart that the true emotion in Zhao Wenhua's crying was probably mostly regret.
He originally wanted to curry favor with the emperor and gain a good relationship with him, but he never expected that not only did he fail to gain a good relationship with the emperor, but he also offended his adoptive father Yan Song, who was so angry that he wanted to break off all ties with him.
Zhao Wenhua had been with Yan Song for a long time, and he could tell at a glance whether Yan Song was really angry or pretending to be angry. Zhao Wenhua knew clearly in his heart that when his adoptive father Yan Song said that he was breaking off the friendship with him today, it was definitely not just talk. He could see that his adoptive father Yan Song was determined.
The chicken flew away and the eggs were broken. The attempt to steal the chicken ended up with nothing but loss of the rice. The way to the emperor was blocked, and the way to my godfather was also blocked...
Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua couldn't stop crying out in regret.
"Hmph! Even if it's as Zihou said, you have no intention of framing me..." Yan Song glanced angrily at Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling at his feet.
"My son has absolutely no intention of framing his adoptive father."
Zhao Wenhua raised his head, stretched out his hand and swore, "If I have even a tiny bit of it, I will be struck by lightning and die miserably!"
"I haven't finished what I'm saying yet. Even if you don't intend to frame me, but!!! You're still young and your wings are not strong, but your mind is strong and your ambition is strong! Humph, go away, and never set foot in the Yan Mansion again! This little temple of mine can't accommodate a big Buddha like you, Lord Zhao!!! From this moment on, I will sever all ties with you and we owe each other nothing! In the future, we may meet again, but you and I will never have any contact until we die!!!"
Yan Song lowered his head and took one last look at Zhao Wenhua. His eyes were like those of a hawk fighting against the sky in the winter wind and snow, resolute and sharp. He said expressionlessly that from now on they were done with each other, then he resolutely tossed his sleeves, turned around and walked into the study.
In the future, we will meet again in the mountains and rivers; but you and I will never see each other again until we die!!!
Yan Song's words of breaking off all ties were like an arrow that pierced Zhao Wenhua's heart. Zhao Wenhua, who was kneeling on the ground, collapsed to the ground with a bang, as if he had no bones.
"Godfather, godfather..."
Zhao Wenhua, who was lying on the ground, faced Yan Song's back, stretched out his hands and cried heartbreakingly.
Yan Song is gone.
The future is gone.
The results of half a lifetime's hard work will be wiped out, and from now on, he will no longer have a place in the Ming Dynasty government.
It can be imagined that without Yan Song's protection, those people whom he had offended in the past, as well as Li Mo's followers, would certainly not let him go. Not to mention that he would have no place in the court, he would probably not even have a place to be buried!
So, how could Zhao Wenhua not be heartbroken and shocked
Maybe it was because Zhao Wenhua cried so deeply
A miracle happened
Two seconds later
Yan Song, who had walked into the study, came out again.
Seeing Yan Song walking out of the study, Zhao Wenhua was delighted. Did his adoptive father forgive him? !
"Godfather..."
Zhao Wenhua ignored the pain on his legs and crawled onto the stairs, kneeling down to greet Yan Song who was walking out of the study, tears streaming down his face with excitement.
The setting sun cooperated very well, casting a ray of afterglow into the study.
moment
A dazzling light entered Zhao Wenhua's eyes.
knife!!!
Zhao Wenhua's eyelids jumped, and he immediately saw the reflection clearly. It turned out that it was Yan Song who was walking towards him with a paper cutter in his hand.
Plop
Zhao Wenhua was so frightened that he staggered and rolled down the stairs.
"Humph! You and I are like this, our friendship is over!"
Yan Song responded to Zhao Wenhua with a cold snort. Then he held a paper cutter in one hand and lifted up his sleeve with the other. He swung the paper cutter, and with a flash of cold light, he cut off a piece of his sleeve and threw it in Zhao Wenhua's face with disgust.
After saying this, Yan Song turned around and walked into the study without looking back.
"Godfather, godfather..."
Zhao Wenhua held the broken sleeve in his hand and cried out heart-wrenchingly towards Yan Song's back, in great grief.
"Goodbye."
Yan Song said without any emotion without even turning his head.
"Godfather, godfather..."
Zhao Wenhua persevered and kept crying and shouting.
"Get out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Yan Song's roar was like a landslide and tsunami, and in the end he started coughing because he was coughing too hard.
"Godfather..." Zhao Wenhua's face was ashen, without a trace of blood.
"Donglou boy, you are a dead man, why don't you chase them away for me!" Yan Song's roar spread out of the study and almost blew the roof off.
"Dad, calm down. I will chase him away right now and will never let him get in your way again." Yan Shifan responded loudly towards the study, then turned to look at Zhao Wenhua, squinting his one eye and said with a fake smile, "Master Zhao, you heard it too. Haha, please, don't make me say it a second time, otherwise I don't know what will happen."