These past few days, Song Sanzhu had been wearing that tattered monk's robe and had a bald head whenever he had nothing to do. Whenever he heard someone mention that Kangle County's mother had remarried, he would start swearing at them.
At the beginning, he was hesitant and tried to be as polite as possible when he cursed people.
My eldest daughter said that you can curse people without using any swear words.
However, he gradually discovered that the noble ladies and sisters in the capital were all stupid. They would not listen to his polite and reasonable talk, and would not flee until he broke down and cursed their ancestors.
The man beside him said: Master, I am not running away, I just don't want to quarrel with a rogue monk like you, I can't afford to lose face.
So over time, he completely let himself go.
Especially today, two gossipy women gathered together and chatted, and the topic was their family. He actually said that his daughter's mother was a slut, a woman serving her husband, kissing him at the head of the bed and warming his feet at the foot of the bed.
Can he tolerate the spicy food next door?
So, Song Sanzhu, with a bald head, seemed to be possessed by Old Lady Song. He held his hands on the waist and greeted all the female relatives up to and including the other woman's mother and grandmother.
When Song Jinxiu arrived, she saw from afar her father's shiny bald head sparkling in the sun.
The guards assigned to him were standing in a row, with their swords in hand, trying to stop the two young women who were being scolded and covering their faces in shame from leaving.
Why! He is really capable. His scumbag father and 께 Qiu Sheng are worthy of being father and son. They have both acquired the essence of Old Lady Song.
Song Jinxiu held her forehead with her hand. Could it be that swearing in public can be hereditary?
Also, where did he get this tattered cassock? It's winter, with a bald head and so little clothing, isn't he cold?
Song Sanzhu was not cold. He was cursing happily and felt hot all over, with sweat even on the tip of his nose.
Just when I was feeling ventiful from cursing, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye.
Damn it, my daughter!
Song Sanzhu immediately threw away his sleeves, covered his face and prepared to run away.
"Dad." Song Jinxiu shouted.
The word "Dad" was like a pound of weight falling down, and Song Sanzhu's legs could no longer move.
He slowly turned around and nervously tugged at his torn robes. "Hey, girl, I was wrong. Please don't chase me away, okay?"
Song Jinxiu was filled with sighs and anger. I looked at his bald head.
Ouch, my hair has turned red from the cold.
She frowned, took off her Fire Fox cloak and was about to put it on him.
"Hey, girl, Daddy is not cold, you wear it, you wear it."
Song Sanzhu waved his hands and refused resolutely.
Wei Qidong raised the corner of his mouth. Is Kangle Jun confused because of his concern? Let your dad wear a Firefox cape?
He calmly took off his dark green cloak, walked over and put it on Song Sanzhu, and considerately put a hat on him.
Song Jinxiu smiled gratefully at Wei Qidong and said to Song Sanzhu, "Get in the car." It was warm in the car.
Song Sanzhu looked at Wei Qidong curiously, then got into the car nervously.
But in the attic by the roadside, sat the old lady of General Dingguo's mansion and her daughter-in-law Xie.
The old lady was not feeling well during this period, and Mrs. Xie was also at home taking care of her.
The old lady took pills for two days and finally felt better. Taking advantage of the good weather today, the mother-in-law decided to go out of the house to relax.
He said he wanted to go out and relax, but in fact he just stayed in his own restaurant and watched the hustle and bustle on the street.
And today I really saw a lively scene.
It's really funny to see a frivolous monk cursing in the street.
But as I watched, I saw my old man coming.
The old lady leaned against the window and pointed downstairs and asked, "Is that Dong'er?"
Mrs. Xie, the wife of General Dingguo, glanced downstairs and said, "It's my brother."
There is still a little girl around my old man. Are they shopping together?
Thinking of the news she had heard recently, the old lady of General Dingguo's Mansion showed a hint of joy on her face and asked, "Is the little girl next to Dong'er the Kangle County girl?"
Xie leaned forward to look and nodded, "It looks like it."
She had been at home taking care of the patient these days, and had only met Kangle County once.
"Oh, this is Kangle County? She's pretty, but a little old."
The old lady frowned, and suddenly saw her eldest son putting his cloak on the monk Hua, and her eyes widened suddenly.
Wait, it seemed like Kangle Jun said "Dad" just now.
No way, this flower monk who is good at cursing is Kangle County's father?
"It's not possible to have this Hua monk as our relative!" The old lady sighed and shook her head.
Mrs. Xie: Mother-in-law, are you still disgusted? Why do I think it's my younger brother who is too enthusiastic?
However, if it really is such a relative...
Xie glanced at Song Sanzhu and couldn't help but shiver.
Seeing Song Sanzhu getting on the carriage, Song Jinxiu looked coldly at the two scolded young women and asked Song Sanzhu's son, "Whose family are they from?"
Ji Si said quickly: "The one in yellow clothes is from Yushi Jicheng's mansion, and the one in green clothes is from Sima's mansion."
Song Jinxiu nodded and said to Wei Qidong: "General Wei Xiao, I have two cases here. I don't have time to take care of them. I'm sorry to bother you, General Xiao."
As she spoke, Song Jinxiu took out a dozen papers and handed them over.
Wei Qidong took it and took a look at it, and couldn't help but twitching his lips.
He glanced at the two women affectionately, then said to Song Jinxiu sternly, "I will personally hand it over to Lord Sun Fang, the prefect of Jingzhao. Have a thorough investigation of the case."
Treasure Hunter: "My friend, the son of Yushi 꿗cheng committed a crime, can he escape punishment?"
Song Jinxiu sneered, "Since the father's debt is paid by the son, and the son's debt is paid by the father. Don't think he can just stay out of it."
The Cangwu Law clearly stipulates that officials who condone their children's violence will be severely punished, including but not limited to exile and deportation.
As for the Sima family, the crime of the prince consort's theft was established, and just repaying the silver from the palace was enough for them to bear.
After saying goodbye to Wei Qidong, Song Jinxiu got on the carriage.
In the carriage, Song Sanzhu huddled in a corner anxiously.
Song Jinxiu frowned: "Are you afraid of me?"
Song Sanzhu glanced at his daughter's face: Is it better to be afraid or not to be afraid?
The scumbag father looked like a child afraid of being beaten. Song Jinxiu couldn't bear to watch it. She pointed at his clothes and asked, "Tell me, what's wrong with your clothes?"
Song Sanzhu pulled at his torn cassock and stammered, "I exchanged it with a monk."
Song Jinxiu leaned against the wall of the car, looked at him and asked, "Do you want to be a monk?"
"No, no, no."
Song Sanzhu almost jumped up, and quickly waved his hands and said, "I don't want to be a monk. I'm just pretending, really, pretending."
My daughter, Daddy really doesn't want to be a monk. He ripped his tattered robes and explained hastily, "I was just angry when I heard the rumors. Your mother is a good woman, and I don't want people to say that about her."
Song Sanzhu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his daughter's expression soften.
Sure enough, as long as her mother is praised, the girl will be in a good mood.
snort! The eldest daughter is extremely partial to the extreme.
Seeing his daughter's complexion improved, Song Sanzhu's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "I want to find a place for your mother. I just lost my hair, so I came up with an idea. I will dress up as a monk.
A monk has pure six senses. I have become a monk, so can't I let your mother remarry? They can't say anything more, can they? ”
After saying that, he emphasized: "That girl, I pretended to be a monk, just pretending."
Song Jinxiu: "Do you know the saying that the more you try to cover up something, the more obvious it becomes?"
"Ah?" Song Sanzhu looked at his daughter at a loss. "I really mean well."
Song Jinxiu sighed, she knew that her father was not smart, and she also knew that he was stubborn, but now, she couldn't hate him anymore.
Forget it, let’s talk about it when we get home.
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