Only a depressing atmosphere filled the room.
Nangong Yan glanced at Han Zhe, who had a gloomy face, and asked with a smile: "Uncle Han, it seems that your situation is not good!"
"how?"
Han Zhe glanced at her and said, "Nephew Nangong also wants to interfere in our family affairs? If you think Han You is more suitable to complete this plan, just go find him directly!"
Nangong Yan smiled and shook her head: "Uncle Han, you are too serious! I just want to remind you that in times of crisis, you must be on guard against thieves in your family! If this can really be accomplished, the revival of the Ji surname by the whole clan will be the time for your son to make a contribution! Uncle Han, don't you agree? Hehehe..."
With a burst of laughter, she turned into a ball of true energy again and drilled into Han Zhe's palm.
Han Zhe's face had become extremely gloomy.
This question has been tormenting him for many days.
It’s okay to say that you don’t want to kill your son.
It may be said that he does not want to offend the Taoists.
He really didn't want to kill Han Juan.
So even though Mingdu had failed, he was even secretly glad, because as long as the tomb could not be opened, he would not have to kill his son.
But now…
Han Zhe sighed and said, "Juan'er, I'm sorry for making you suffer!"
It was at this time.
"Master, Young Master Han Juan wants to see you!"
"Let him in!"
Han Zhe straightened his appearance and gave the order.
A moment later.
Han Juan came in, still looking lazy: "Father, Lay Buddhist!"
Although the last negotiation was extremely deadlocked.
But Han Zhe still smiled faintly and said, "Is this the first time you've come to me on your own initiative? Tell me, what's the matter!"
Han Juan scratched his head and said, "The theater will open the day after tomorrow. I want to go to the theater with my mother and grandfather."
"Um……"
Han Zhe felt a little complicated. He smiled and said, "Go! Dad will come too."
Han Juan shook his head and said, "You can't come with us."
Han Zhe: “…”
Han Juan: “…”
The scene was a bit awkward.
Han Zhe knew why he said that. No one was stupid. The family was about to turn against each other. Wouldn't it affect his mood if he went there?
He was silent for a moment. "Alright! There are all kinds of people out there. I'll send you a team of guards."
"OK!"
Han Juan smiled and said, "Choose a faction with strong strength, so that you won't be worried! Father, see you later!"
He waved and left.
Leaving behind Han Zhe with an extremely ferocious look on his face.
…
The next morning.
Chongli Hall.
Ying Wuji slumped in the chair next to Zhao Ji's desk.
Just now, a group of small families came over to persuade Zhao Ji to open the tomb and work together to find a way to revive the Muye Stele.
But helpless.
King Li was as fierce as a god of war. He found countless excuses and scolded them so much that they left in disgrace with their tails between their legs.
Zhao Ji was in a good mood: "Have you learned it?"
"Father is awesome!"
"My father-in-law is truly the best debater in the world!"
"I can't catch up with you. I must learn from you in the future."
Ying Wuji kept flattering me.
Zhao Ji looked at him with a half-smile: "Do you have anything to ask me?"
"Father, you have a keen eye!"
Ying Wuji scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "My son-in-law's troupe will reopen tomorrow. This is a high-quality culture that originated from our Li country. It shined at the literary conference last year and was praised by countless common people and nobles, but it still lacks some false reputation.
So I took the liberty of inviting my father and mother to attend together.
It doesn’t matter whether there is business or not!
The main purpose is to strengthen the people's cultural confidence and make them firmly believe that the Kingdom of Li is the best in the world!"
Zhao Ji: “…”
Although this sounds reasonable.
But why does it feel weird?
Ying Wuji: “…”
Father-in-law!
Help!
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