"Grandfather, father..." After entering the door under the guidance of the old housekeeper, Zhuo Yang greeted the old man Zhuo and Zhuo Hengyuan without fail, but he turned a blind eye to the other person in the room.
Seeing that Zhuo Yang would not say hello to his wife, Zhuo Heng opened his mouth and wanted to teach his son a lesson, but when he looked up and saw Zhuo Yang, he couldn't help but swallowed back the reprimand that he had already reached his mouth. Unnaturally said: "Here."
Zhuo Yang is a beauty.
To be precise, she is a rare beauty.
The eyes are like lacquer, the skin is whiter than snow, the black hair is like ink, and the figure is well-balanced.
In him, you can pile all the adjectives that you imagined to be beautiful to Asian beauty, and you still feel that you can’t tell how beautiful he is, and it makes people think that he is so beautiful that it’s not true at all, just like a fake Human-like, it is hard to imagine that there is such a beauty in this world with no imperfections from the hair to the toes.
Zhuo Hengyuan didn't like his eldest son, but every time he saw Zhuo Yang, he couldn't help but be amazed. He felt that the wonder of the Creator was able to integrate all the advantages of him and his ex-wife into this guide son.
Before Zhuo Yang was born, there were tens of thousands of beauties in the world, and Zhuo Hengyuan never believed that someone could be seen so as to make people feel astonished.
And when Zhuo Yang was born and grew up—
With a living example in front of him, Zhuo Hengyuan had to believe that there really is such a person in the world who is imperfect, but it is rare, it is too rare.
The years now urge people to grow old. Only when he sees his eldest son Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Hengyuan can recall that when he was young, he was also a well-known beautiful man in the empire, and he was once so outstanding.
Unfortunately…
"Yes, father." Zhuo Yang treated his father with no enthusiasm. He only responded indifferently, then ignored the other person and stood in front of Mr. Zhuo.
Seeing Zhuo Yang's indifferent attitude, Zhuo Hengyuan's tenderness towards the eldest son disappeared just because of the other's beauty, and he turned into disgust again, and he didn't look at the other party again.
Zhuo Yang was his son, but he never regarded his father in his eyes. He was far inferior to his younger son Zhuo Yu who would act like a coquettish, pleasing and arousing love.
Beauty is beautiful, but there is no soul.
It was exactly a perfect marionette in the hands of his father Zhuo.
"Father, Zhuo Yang was brought up by you. He has been close to you since he was a child, and never listened to my father... I think you should tell Zhuo Yang about this matter." After Zhuo Yang entered the room, he was in the study. The atmosphere had fallen into a stalemate for a while, but Zhuo Hengyuan took the lead and urged Mr. Zhuo to come.
I was afraid that the old Zhuo had finally made up his mind, but because of Zhuo Yang's arrival, he accidentally changed it again.
Zhuo Yang looked at Mr. Zhuo and immediately asked, "Grandfather, what's the matter with you if you are looking for me?"
Grandpa Zhuo tapped his index finger on the tabletop, and after considering it, he still opened his mouth to Zhuo Yang: "Xiao Yang, grandfather has carefully considered and considered your brother Zhuo Yu's temperament. It is too ridiculous. Taking up the burden of the imperial princess... Thinking about this marriage contract with the royal family, it is more appropriate for you to fulfill it... Look..."
"Grandfather, but the Lin family and I..." Zhuo Yang frowned, not surprising that Grandpa Zhuo would make such an arrangement, but still made a surprised look.
This time, before Mr. Zhuo could speak, Xia Xiuzhi spoke first: "Don't worry about the Lin family. We have already asked Major General Lin Xuan what he meant. He is also willing to exchange marriage contracts with your brothers. He married Xiaoyu. , You go to be the crown prince... This matter now, almost you nodded."
Zhuo Yang was silent.
Mr. Zhuo immediately glanced at Xia Xiuzhi.
Xia Xiuzhi fell silent.
"His Royal Highness is an imperial prince and a national hero that everyone admires. Xiao Yang, what do you think of this incident?" The old man Zhuo said, obviously it was a cold command, but So he made a very human appearance and asked in a soliciting tone.
The crown prince was indeed a national hero, the strongest sentinel recognized by the entire empire, and the coveted companion of all guides.
But now...
But no one can say against his heart that being a crown prince is a good marriage.
It's really hard for Mr. Zhuo to speak this way without his conscience.
Zhuo Yang sneered, but he didn't dare to show it on his face. He only replied very obediently, "Grandfather's grandfather's arrangements are everything."
There will be such an ending, Zhuo Yang is not surprised, on the road to come, or on the day Zhuo Yu disappeared, he knew that there would be such an ending.
But he didn't want to resist.
Fortunately, he never meant anything to that Major General Lin. Therefore, if he inquired about some scandals from other channels, he didn't think there was anything anymore.
"Okay, good boy. Grandfather knows that you are a good boy who can't listen to his grandfather anymore." Grandpa Zhuo patted Zhuo Yang's hand, sincerely feeling that this grandson is very obedient and obedient.
It's just a pity in the end.
However, even if it was a pity, the guides of the Zhuo family were born to serve the interests of the family and the sentry. This is deeply ingrained in the heart of Mr. Zhuo.
Zhuo Yang obediently let the old man pat his hand.
Xia Xiuzhi glanced at him contemptuously, and she didn't know how this little bastard had the ability to make the old man so happy. Feeling uneasy, thinking that Zhuo Yang is about to marry the crown prince on behalf of his son, he couldn't help but gloat and said: "Zhuo Yang, you have to cherish this opportunity, if it weren't for our whispers this time... you A b-level guide, I’m afraid I haven’t had the chance to marry the crown prince and become the crown prince of the empire."
Crown Prince Moodys Bricanía is thirty-two years old this year. He was originally the heir appointed by the emperor. Even if the relationship between the emperor and the queen has long been lost and there are constant struggles, he never thought of abolishing the concubine's eldest son. At the age of twenty, his mental power was so powerful that he was hailed as the strongest sentry in the empire. At the age of twenty, he commanded and won one battle after another. He was known as the god of war and hope for the future of the empire, and had fan supporters. countless…
Once the most coveted companion among all the guides of the empire, the popular support rate was even higher than that of Emperor Winston the Great.
Back then, all Osphia people voted for the monarch who could bring hope to the people the most in the future. In the eyes of thousands of fans and fans, there is simply no guide in the world who can be worthy of their Royal Highness.
But that was already the year. The era and legends belonging to Crown Prince Moodys Bricanía all ended in the Battle of White Tiger nine years ago.
In the Battle of the White Tigers that year, Moodys Bricania led the army to conquer the White Tigers, but was unexpectedly ambushed by the Alliance Army. He could have a chance to escape, but in order to save his legion and soldiers, he exhausted his mental power and was completely useless. His legs were blasted, and he couldn't stand up anymore. Even his face was attacked by Zerg venom. Most of the erosion of ulcers, and after healed, it also left extremely disgusting scars...
Even life is dragged reluctantly, and there is a risk of death at any time.
If not, his contribution to the empire has made his popular support rate very high, I am afraid that he has been dragged down from the position of prince by his two younger brothers.
But now even if he is still the prince, in the eyes of all discerning people, it is just a matter of staying one day longer.
Sooner or later, the crown prince of the empire will change.
It's just that the followers and fans of the crown prince and the majority of the people are unwilling to accept this reality.
Such a crown prince, even if he still has identity and prestige, but with all his mental power, he can only sit in a wheelchair. He is suffering from illness all the year round, and may fail at any time. No matter how he can be regarded as an ideal target for a guide.
Not only that, but his face was ruined.
It is said that once he did not wear a mask to go out, and he once scared a few weak guides because of his ugly face, which caused them to go back and have nightmares for several days.
Such a rumor has been circulating in the circle of the emperor star nobles for nine years. Zhuo Yu was so frightened that he lost his identity. It was not surprising that he eloped like this with Lin Xuan.
"So, I should still be grateful to Aunt Xia?" In the face of Xia Xiuzhi's provocation, Zhuo Yang immediately retorted. In this family, except for Mr. Zhuo, he won't give him any face.
No one should think of him as a soft persimmon and show off in front of him.
Especially Xia Xiuzhi, who broke his parents' marriage.
When Zhuo Hengyuan saw that Zhuo Yang was disrespectful to his wife, he jumped up angrily on the spot: "Zhuo Yang, how do you talk!"
"Heh—" Zhuo Yang sneered, his eyes full of mockery.
Before he could speak, Mr. Zhuo gave Zhuo Hengyuan a cold look.
After Zhuo Hengyuan was silent, he didn't dare to put Lao Tzu's score in front of Zhuo Yang.
"Xiao Yang, you have to know that His Royal Highness is for the country and the people, and he has become like this. He is now dyingly ill. He is anxiously waiting for the wedding to be happy, so that he can extract the sperm and combine it to give birth to a child... If he has a chance , You can get it as our Zhuo family—" Mr. Zhuo sighed, the suggestion to Zhuo Yang in the words was already obvious.
Since he was destined to only take in the grandson he had carefully cultivated, as the head of a large family, he could only strive to maximize his benefits.
The spouse of a royal family member can choose to remarry after the divorce or death of the royal family member.
However, once you remarry, you will lose your status as a partner of the royal family and can only retain the title of XX Duke.
Zhuo Yang, as the grandson cultivated by the master Zhuo, the master hopes that he...
Zhuo Yang understood the coldness of this grandfather, and immediately understood, "His Royal Highness is a national hero. If he has a case, I will keep the festival for him for a lifetime. If he doesn't get married, he will never fall into the reputation of our Zhuo family. "
This is what Mr. Zhuo wanted, and Zhuo Yang knew in his heart that he had already seen the cruelty and indifference of this big family well.
The old man doesn't need him to be happy.
Just need, he exchanges the greatest benefits and benefits for the Zhuo family.
"I'm wronged, child." Seeing that Zhuo Yang understood what he meant, Mr. Zhuo let out a sigh of relief, and held Zhuo Yang's hand with a bit of heartfelt distress.
In this interstellar age, the average life span of people is two hundred and fifty years old, and Zhuo Yang is less than twenty this year.
Zhuo Yang's heart was cold and quiet, striving to maximize the benefits and pity, and said the words that Elder Zhuo wanted to hear most: "For the glory of the Zhuo family, grandfather will let his grandchildren do what they are willing to do."
"Okay, good boy." Father Zhuo patted Zhuo Yang's hand in relief. If you don't understand the rest of the Zhuo family, you can't learn from Zhuo Yang, so listen to him more and let him worry about it.
I don't know, the others in the Zhuo family who were present looked at Zhuo Yang, but they were all scorned and laughed in their hearts. They only felt that Zhuo Yang was a puppet controlled by the old man Zhuo, let him do whatever he wanted.
Even the sentinel who was forced to replace Zhuo Yu and the crown prince with his face disfigured by Mr. Zhuo, who could only sit in a wheelchair for life, and whose mental energy was completely depleted, was also happy.
I really don't have any thoughts or souls that belong to me at all.
Zhuo Yang knew what they thought of himself, but he was calm on the face. He just grabbed the old man’s hand and used his current advantage to ask him: "It’s just, grandfather, I don’t know if I can follow him. Do you make a request?"
"You said, as long as grandfather can do it, grandfather will promise you." Although Grandpa Zhuo was a little unhappy about Zhuo Yang's request at this time, he was still very talkative.
On the contrary, everyone else was taken aback. They didn't expect Zhuo Yang, who was a puppeteer, to make a request to Mr. Zhuo.
Xia Xiuzhi was afraid that Zhuo Yang would take advantage of her son, so she called out on the spot: "Father, he—"
"Xiuzhi!" Grandpa Zhuo interrupted her sharply, and looked at Zhuo Yang lovingly again: "Xiao Yang, what do you want and what you want, just talk to grandfather."
However, Zhuo Yang did not open his mouth as much as everyone thought.
He frowned and said, "Grandfather, I want to take my mother away."