silly wife farming

Chapter 718: Father and Son Confrontation
It was already two days later when Xiao Zhen and the others returned to the capital. As soon as they returned to the Xiao Mansion, the father and daughter went to clean up. Back in the mansion, Li Lanjiang went to take a shower and tidy up with a smile on his face.

Compared with children, Xiao Zhen's movements were much faster, he packed himself up quickly, and took people to the old Xiao's mansion before his hair was dry.

Seeing Xiao Zhen's wet hair loose behind him, Uncle Yang said with some distress: "Master, the weather is getting a bit cold now, if you go out like this, you may have a headache."

His beard was not shaved, his hair was loose, and he looked the same as the previous savage, only a little cleaner.

Xiao Zhen waved his hand and didn't care.

"Master, Huang Que just came over and said that the old lady learned that you are back and wants to see you." Dong Gong replied riding behind Xiao Zhen.

"No need, I don't want to see her for the time being." Although this matter is somewhat innocent on Jiang's head, Xiao Zhen feels that he is not in the mood to face her right now, and at this moment he just wants to deal with the matter here quickly. Things then go back to people.

Seeing that Xiao Zhen's complexion was not good, Dong Gong knew with a wink and didn't say anything else.

Xiao Zhen rode directly to the Old Xiao Mansion with his people, and when they dismounted in front of the gate of the Xiao Mansion, the two people who were guarding the door immediately knelt down on one knee towards him.

"Is someone inside?" Xiao Zhen asked in a cool tone while holding the horse rope.

"If you go back to the master, the master will be banned in the backyard." The two replied very respectfully.

"En." Xiao Zhen responded, and he never let go of the horsewhip. As soon as the door of the mansion was opened, he strode in. Now there are only Xiao Ting and the housekeeper with a few servants in the mansion. This once glorious Prime Minister's Mansion has now become the cage where he imprisoned Xiao Ting.

When the butler saw Xiao Zhen coming in from the main entrance, he felt a murderous aura even from such a distance.

The scene in the backyard was different from what many people expected. As soon as Xiao Zhen arrived in the backyard, he immediately saw the old man sitting peacefully in the small flower hall playing games with two hands.

Compared with a month ago, even though he lived in a prison-like life this month, his overall demeanor was the same as before a month ago. He was still in that spirit, and he was fully immersed in his left and right hands. On the chessboard of the game, if the steward had not reminded him, he would not have noticed that Xiao Zhen had come.

"Master, the young master is here." When the housekeeper spoke in Xiao Ting's ear for the third time, Xiao Ting finally raised his head. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a man standing not far in front of him. When he was looking around, he raised his eyebrows, and threw a black piece in his right hand directly onto the chessboard, which disrupted the entire chessboard.

"Why do you look like this, you don't look like my son, but my brother?" Xiao Ting sat there very comfortably, he raised his hand and poured himself a cup of tea, and said with a light smile.

Comparing his high-spirited appearance with Xiao Zhen's vicissitudes, the high and low stand out.

"Is this your handwriting?" Xiao Zhen watched his every move with cold eyes, and when Xiao Ting put down the teacup, he put the small porcelain bottle he had been holding in his hand on the small table beside Xiao Ting.

"You actually found this thing?" Although this question was a question, there was no surprise on Xiao Ting's face, as if all of this was in his calculations.

(End of this chapter)