The rise of the poor

Chapter 953 Inside Story
"Father, the son was blinded by lard, and was confused for a while. And the son took the head of the item as a guarantee, and the son absolutely did not intend to frame the father. Please forgive the son for being confused."

After Yan Song's roar, Zhao Wenhua's hoarse, decadent, regretful voice came from the courtyard.

"Who is your adoptive father?! This old man is not so lucky! You go, my Yanfu temple is small, and I can't accommodate your towering Buddha." The anger in Yan Song's voice did not diminish in the slightest.

"Father, foster father" Zhao Wenhua cried repeatedly.

"roll!!!"

Yan Song's roar almost pierced people's eardrums.

"My lord, let's go back first and come back to bid farewell to the master later."

The maid heard Yan Song's angry roar from the courtyard, her calves were so frightened that she couldn't be softer anymore, she couldn't help but raised her face, looked at Zhu Pingan pitifully, and stammered.

Although Zhu Pingan was very curious about what happened between Yan Song and Zhao Wenhua, he rationally told himself that it was the best choice to leave at this time, and there are many times in life that the more you know, the more dangerous it is.

"Ah."

Zhu Pingan nodded slightly.

Seeing Zhu Ping'an nodded in agreement, the two maids breathed a sigh of relief, turned around quickly, and left lightly.

However, the more careful you are, the more mistakes you make. When one of the maids turned around, she didn't notice the dead branch on the ground, and one accidentally stepped on it, and the branch broke, making a crisp "click".

Although the "click" sound was not loud, it was extremely clear and ear-piercing in this oppressive and silent environment.

At the moment when the "click" sounded, the maid who was stepping on the dead branch looked down, tears were about to flow out
"Who's outside?"

Soon, almost at the moment when the dead branch broke, there was a loud shout from the yard.

Hearing the voice, it was Yan Shifan's voice.

Hearing Yan Shifan's shout, the faces of the two hunched maids outside the door were pale, as if a catastrophe was imminent.

"Hehe, Lord Yan, it's me, Zhu Ping'an. I just woke up from alcohol, and I'm here to say goodbye to Lord Yan."

Zhu Pingan signaled the two maids to calm down with his eyes, then he laughed, took the lead, and walked into the yard generously.

The two maids followed Zhu Pingan tremblingly and also entered the yard.

Stepping into the yard, everything in the yard came into Zhu Pingan's eyes.

Bamboo was planted in the yard, and in the middle of the bamboo was a study. Yan Song was standing at the door of the study, blowing his beard and staring, with an angry expression on his face, his chest heaving violently, and the hand holding the door frame was still shaking with anger.

In front of the study door, on the dirt floor, Zhao Wenhua knelt on both knees, kneeling in front of Yan Song, his waist bent like a bow, and his head resting on the ground.

Yan Shifan stood beside Yan Song, holding Yan Song's arm with both hands, looking at Zhu Ping'an.

"My subordinate Zhu Ping'an, I have met Mr. Ge, Mr. Yan, Mr. Zhao."

Zhu Pingan walked into the yard, bowed his hands to salute Yan Song and Yan Shifan, and after hesitating for a while, saluted Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling on the ground.

Zhao Wenhua, who was kneeling on the ground, still kept grabbing the ground with his head and remained silent.

"Well, Zihou." Yan Song nodded.

"Oh, it's Zihou." Yan Shifan also nodded, and then asked, "You're sober."

"Well, Ping'an just woke up, and it's getting late, so I asked the maid of your house to lead the way and come to say goodbye to the lord." Zhu Pingan replied honestly.

After finishing speaking, Zhu Pingan glanced at Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling on the ground again. The yard has come in, so we can't just turn a blind eye.

So, Zhu Pingan made a puzzled look, and with concern and comfort, he cupped his hands and asked Yan Song: "Ping An doesn't know what happened, but Mr. Ge, please calm down. Don't get angry and ruin your body. I'm afraid there is something wrong with it." Misunderstand."

Persuade peace.

Although he didn't know what happened, Zhu Pingan's tone was still persuasive, because Zhu Pingan knew the history.

Historically, until the last period of Zhao Wenhua's life, when Emperor Jiajing wanted to punish Zhao Wenhua because Xiyuan built a new pavilion to offend Emperor Jiajing, Yan Song always helped Zhao Wenhua wipe his butt to cover it up.

Therefore, during this period of time, no matter what conflicts occurred between Zhao Wenhua and Yan Song, in the end they would turn their hostility into friendship and continue to collude.

Choosing to persuasion is the best choice.

After the two of them turned their fighting into friendship, they thought of the scene where they persuaded them to make peace, so they would add some points.

This means quarreling with the couple and getting divorced. I ask you as a friend to judge, and you go up to persuade the divorce.It would be fine if they really left, but what if the couple reconciled after a few days of quarreling.You say that your friend, when the time comes, what kind of image will you leave in the minds of the couple, "Oh, what kind of friend, he even persuaded us to divorce, he just can't see us." Complaints of this level are light Yes, it is even possible to become enemies.

What's more, Zhu Pingan also knows that Yan Song and Zhao Wenhua will still be kind fathers and filial sons in the future, and they will be filial to each other.

Persuading peace at this time may have made Yan Song somewhat unhappy at the time, but in the long run, it is absolutely beneficial and harmless.

"Misunderstand?!"

Hearing this, Yan Song looked at Zhu Ping'an, shook his head vigorously, and said with a wounded look, "Zi Hou, you don't know the inside story."

Zhao Wenhua, who was kneeling aside with his head on the ground, heard Zhu Ping'an's words, as if he had caught a life-saving straw, walked a few steps to Yan Song's feet, hugged Yan Song's thigh with both hands, and cried and begged for mercy: "Yes, I misunderstood, Yifu, Zihou is right, it was a misunderstanding."

At this time, Zhu Ping'an was able to persuade him to make peace, Zhao Wenhua couldn't help feeling a little more grateful to Zhu Ping'an in his heart.

"Misunderstand?!"

Hearing Zhao Wenhua's words, Yan Song sneered and became even more angry. Regardless of his old body, he kicked Zhao Wenhua away vigorously, "Zi Hou doesn't know the inside story, so he can say he misunderstood. But you, Meicun, how dare you call it a misunderstanding !"

"Father, it's really a misunderstanding. The kindness that the father treats his son is as great as a mountain. How could the son frame the father?"

After being kicked down by Yan Song, Zhao Wenhua got up again, knelt at Yan Song's feet, and cried while holding Yan Song's thigh.

"Misunderstand?!"

Yan Song kicked Zhao Wenhua away again, then took out a bright yellow handwriting from his arms, threw it on Zhao Wenhua's face forcefully, and roared furiously: "Then explain to the old man the handwriting of the Holy One!!!"

The bright yellow handwriting hit Zhao Wenhua's face, fell to the ground, rolled at Zhu Pingan's feet, and spread out.

The words on it are clearly visible: "Why don't you let others enjoy such immortal wine and fine nectar?"

Although there is no jade seal mark on it, Zhu Ping'an recognized it at a glance. This is the font of Emperor Jiajing.

(End of this chapter)