The old man remained silent. Rules were rules after all. They hired as wife and ran as concubines. These short six words were like a mountain pressing in his heart, making him afraid to step over half a step. He had to say to Ye Chunqiu embarrassedly: "Chunqiu..."

Ye Jing suddenly felt aroused. He tolerated everywhere else, but today he was particularly tough. He said with a cold face: "You are unfilial, so let go first."

I just pursed my lips and didn't say much, and turned around and left.

In his heart, there seemed to be only a kind of stubbornness. The embroidered lady was his wife, and Chunqiu was his legitimate son. There was no room for negotiation and it had nothing to do with etiquette and law.

The old man seemed a little embarrassed.

Ye Song, who was standing beside him, said, "Dad, brother... is so unaware of the matter. Chunqiu... go and call your father back."

Ye Chunqiu saw the second uncle Ye Song's angry look on his face, and then saw the old man's helplessness of pursing his lips and refusing to make a sound. Deng Juren smiled with his lips and took a sip of the teacup with ease.

Ye Chunqiu smiled and said, "Second uncle, my father doesn't know anything."

When Ye Song heard that Lian Ye Chunqiu was going to apologize on his father, he felt a little proud and was about to say a few words.

But I heard Ye Chunqiu say, "But my father doesn't know anything. Chunqiu is only twelve years old, so I don't know anything. Chunqiu says goodbye, you can play with yourself."

Ye Chunqiu didn't say anything, raised his foot, illegitimate son? Haha... Second Uncle, you really take yourself seriously. Once you put your clothes on, you ignored the second uncle and left.

"Chunqiu, you... come back, hehe... is amazing, so arrogant... it's indeed..."

"Stop." The old man finally spoke and said seriously to Ye Song: "Don't make trouble again,"

Back to the little nest where I had left, my father's face was covered with frost, but now it has eased a lot. In any case, my son was in the palace for the examination, which was definitely a happy event.

Ye Chunqiu was originally worried that his father was depressed because of his second uncle's affairs, but although he was tough in front of the old lady, his expression was calm. He seemed to be holding Zhizhu, and said, "Chunqiu, are you hungry?"

Without waiting for Ye Chunqiu to shake his head, Ye Jing smiled and said, "I'll cook for you. At night, we two have a good meal."

Cooking...

Ye Chunqiu was stunned for a moment.

By the way, when will my dad cook?

It turned out that Ye Jing had built a stove in the demolition room in the courtyard, and there was also an iron pot inside. He picked up firewood from somewhere. He probably knew that Ye Chunqiu would come back in the next or two days, so the dishes were ready. But Ye Jing, a fair old scholar, stretched out his hand to take up the kitchen knife... Uh... Ye Chunqiu's expression was strange, a bit strange. He didn't look like a family cook, but he clearly looked like a pig slaughter.

OK, don't be too careful, just take a deep breath.

Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but say, "Dad, where did you buy these fish?"

Fish is actually a luxury in the countryside, but a big family like the Ye family is nothing, but since they are just having a small meal, where did Ye Jing come from?

Ye Jing had already started to cut meat crookedly, and said, "The people in the collection always have to communicate with others. I have free time anyway, so I can spend a few extra money. When we were outside, we were relying on this to support you for our father. This is called re-engaging in old karma, hurry up, go and add fuel to our firewood."

Ye Chunqiu was so happy that he went up to help, but he couldn't help feeling uneasy. My father cooked... Is this asking himself to be a guinea pig?

"It's true that it's still a teenage mouse..." When Ye Chunqiu stuffed a piece of black meat into his mouth, he suddenly had the urge to hit the tofu. If he had known, he would have promised the pharmacy merchant's marriage, so he would have avoided such a crime.

After barely having a meal, Ye Jing saw Ye Chunqiu's depressed look, so he went aside, picked up a book and looked calmly.

Ye Chunqiu packed the dishes and couldn't help but say, "Dad, what book are you reading?"

"Caijing!"

"..." He actually knows how to enrich his theoretical work, but he reads differently.

Seeing that he was serious, Ye Chunqiu ignored him and obediently went to his room to take out his pen, ink, paper and ink, and practice calligraphy as before.

These days, dark clouds have been rolling, and it seems that a heavy rain is coming, but there is always no raindrops falling, which adds a little irritability to people.

Ye Chunqiu stayed at home for two days and calculated with his fingers. He should have the results, but he didn't know if he won. Although he knew that his article was top, there should be no mistakes, but he still couldn't be confident without a final decision.

The Ye family is already busy for sacrifices.

However, since the second uncle and Deng Juren said something, the old lady also cared about his Ye family's face and seemed to have done nothing.

Since that's the case, this sacrifice has nothing to do with Ye Chunqiu. Well, are they the direct descendants of their sacrifices? It's no big deal.

Of course, my father still wants to worship his ancestors. After all, he is still the eldest son of the eldest son, and he is just preparing for the sacrifice, but Ye Jing refused to help. Looking at Ye Chunqiu every day, he seemed to be afraid that Ye Chunqiu would feel uncomfortable.

Ye Chunqiu pretended that he didn't mind these things, and still practiced writing every day to strengthen his body, and silently recited in his heart: "Dad, your son has been a human being for two lifetimes. Don't you know I'm thick-skinned? Why should you be so cautious?"

Early this morning was the day of sacrifice. Ye Chunqiu had just washed up, and Ye Juncai came over and said, "Spring and Autumn, Spring and Autumn..."

He said excitedly: "Go quickly, go quickly, Juren Deng invites everyone to have tea. My father said that uncle and Chunqiu must go, and said what good tea is..."

He was speechless. Ye Chunqiu finally figured it out. It was probably because Juren Deng was playing tricks, so he bullied a gentry like the Ye family who had never seen any world. The old lady's intention was probably the last time she had a falling out with her father and son, and she wanted to make up for it or repair her relationship.

But, aren’t we going to sacrifice today?

"Didn't you say you want to go to a sacrifice, why do you still go to drink tea?"

Ye Juncai scratched his head: "It's noon, it's still early now. I've been busy with sacrifices these days. Now it's a great achievement. Just wait for the auspicious time. My father probably wants to wait while having tea, so there's no hurry."

Go or not?

Ye Chunqiu was busy going in to ask Ye Jing.

Ye Jing was watching "Cai Jing" in a sensation, and muttered: "Three cents of salt, a little ginger, and oil..." He looked up and when he heard that Juren Deng wanted to invite tea, he couldn't help but look disgusted on his face, saying, "Jren Deng? This person is not like a serious person." He didn't want to go at first, but the old lady said, and her expression calmed down: "Go, it's good to drink tea."

When the father and son arrived at the main hall, they saw that all the people from the Ye family had arrived. Deng Juren was very popular. At this time, when he heard him talk loudly, many people couldn't help but laugh.

The second uncle Ye Song even stroked his beard and looked gloomy, and was proud to have such a friend.

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I really want to publish two chapters in a row, but I have to make it to the new book list. Everyone knows it. Tiger has written five books. How can I say it? Four books are worth more than 5,000, and the high-quality ones exceed 10,000. It's great, but the new book has been around for more than 20 days, and even the new book list on the homepage is a bit reluctant. I won't say much about the reason. In essence, Tiger is not clear-headed. In Wang Feng's words, this person is crazy.

In fact, Tiger is looking forward to it. Everyone uses every click and every recommendation ticket to bring Tiger. This real recognition, even if it is just a click or a recommendation ticket, is enough to satisfy the tiger when refreshing the background.

I won’t say anything and continue to make it to the list. After the new book list stabilizes, the two chapters will be posted together. It’s not that the tiger does not sympathize with the pain of readers chasing books, and the tiger is not as good as death.

Also, please don’t send red envelopes and ask for recommendation votes, because if you post this thing, you will automatically increase your collection. It’s not Tiger’s nobleness. You just want to see how many real readers are reading Tiger’s books, and you don’t need those automatic collections that grab red envelopes for a few Qidian coins. There is obsessive-compulsive disorder and there is no way.

When it was put on the shelves, the tiger had no choice but to walk on the road of no return, and the tiger did it himself.

I also need to explain that if you update it, because it is the new book period, there can only be two chapters a day, but after it is put on the shelves, because the book Tiger is well prepared, it should have more than eight chapters a day. If you dare to subscribe, Tiger will be updated until death. The deeds of the emperor's elder brother inspired Tiger. Tiger is young and plans to fight hard.
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