The Prodigal Son of the Empire

"Father, this is Kang'er,"

Su Rong explained from the side.

"I didn't ask you," Su Dingfang scolded directly.

Seeing this scene, Li Huizhen crossed her arms and watched gloatingly.

"You told your father?" Su Tai asked from the side.

"Where is I, I have been with you all the time," Li Huizhen retorted.

"Is that Yu'er?"

Su Tai murmured in confusion.

"Whoever he is, there is a good show to watch anyway, and my father came overnight, think about how angry he is,"

"Bullshit!"

Su Tai scolded directly, "Let's not talk about anything else, my father is already seventy years old, how can he endure the hardships of the journey, it is obvious that there are people with ulterior motives..."

The people around were whispering, and the guests who hadn't left also gathered around,

Wang Kang frowned slightly, but still responded, "I am Grandpa."

"Grandpa? Who is your grandfather? I don't have a grandson like you!" Su Dingfang shouted directly.

"Father, what are you talking about? I am your daughter, and Kang'er is not your grandson. What is that?"

Su Rong said hurriedly.

"When you followed Wang Dingchang without hesitation, we have already severed the relationship between father and daughter,"

He said, looking at Wang Kang again, "Look at the good son you taught, what did I hear, a prodigal son, violated the rules of etiquette, and married two wives together,"

"Facing the crowd, with disheveled clothes, and..."

Su Dingfang flicked his sleeves and scolded angrily: "It's just ruining the family!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at the neck exposed by Wang Kang's clothes...

"What's wrong, what's the matter?"

Wang Kang asked suspiciously.

"There is a red seal," Su Na said directly.

Wang Kang froze for a moment, he knew it must have been left last night, he felt embarrassed, he was also in a hurry to come out, and forgot to clean up...

He subconsciously tightened his clothes,

"What are you covering up? You've done something ugly, and you're afraid that others will say it?" Su Dingfang said again.

Wang Kang was really confused, just after his wedding, he was woken up early in the morning, and he was scolded when he came up, even if he was a grandfather, he shouldn't be like this!

"These things, I don't care about you, what kind of parents you have, what kind of son you have,"

Su Dingfang took out a Fuyang tabloid as he spoke, "Let me ask you, did you do this?"

"Three Character Classic?"

"Yeah, I did it, what's wrong?"

Wang Kang was puzzled.

"Okay, let's just say you did it,"

Su Dingfang said again: "Then let me ask you, why did you write this sentence?"

"At the beginning of human beings, nature is good?"

"The life of a person is also a villain!"

Su Dingfang looked directly at Wang Kang, "You know that I have the theory of sexual evil, which I have studied all my life,"

"You still speak this language, and the children in the city regard it as a spoken language. You are ignorant of culture, do not understand its meaning, and speak nonsense... It is simply a slap in the face!"

Hearing this, Wang Kangcai understood a little bit. It turned out that it was written by himself, which was contrary to his academic knowledge, and he came to ask for accountability...

[Author's Digression]: The second change (the last chapter, the review failed, but I have already revised it, and it is still under review, if you don't see it, you can delete the book, add it, and reload it,)

Chapter 429 For this name

Wang Kang stared blankly at his grandfather.

He is wearing a blue Confucian robe, his temples are frosty and wrinkled, giving people a deep sense of aging. His expression is old-fashioned, serious, and unsmiling.

even when speaking,

His face was stiff, like a stone, it seemed that he hadn't changed for a long time,

The whole gives people a feeling of being stubborn and unconvincing.

It turns out that what he insisted on was studying the theory of sexual evil, no wonder it was so,

Don't underestimate the difference in this word, maybe ordinary people think it's nothing, but among literati, especially these old Confucians, they value it more than anything else.

No one can escape fame and fortune,

Who doesn't want to write a book to make a theory, so that his thoughts can be spread, and the classics are quoted by later generations,

Literati are light on each other,

What's more, this is an academic dispute, a dispute of ideas, and there is no way to give up...

And it's my grandfather who is old-fashioned and almost unreasonable, so all this has become a matter of course.

Wang Kang also narrowed his eyes slightly, although what he said was ugly, he was also difficult to get angry,

In front of him was an old man, even his grandfather,

Even if you don't take these things into consideration, you still have to take care of your mother,

For a few days every year, my mother shed tears, hoping to get my father's forgiveness...

"What? Don't you have anything to say?"

Su Dingfang's voice interrupted Wang Kang's thoughts,