Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

What outsiders admire most is that the old man has no intention of remarrying since his wife died of illness eight years ago, and has always been alone.

Living in an elegant small house like a lone wolf, accompanied by silk, bamboo and wind music, and friends with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, it seems that he wants to end his remaining life here.

In that era, many female nobles waited for her father without marrying for life, and such a romantic, handsome young man with a melancholy temperament was completely their strike zone.

Up to the last moment, Zeng Ran thought that his father had such a deep affection for his mother. He worked with you to cultivate his sentiments in the past seven or eight years, and he was just studying how to live well, and boiled his husband to death!

"Father, you still love Aunt Yan, but people don't know that you have been secretly in love for the rest of your life, and you plan to rely on Brother Zhong to contact her again!"

"Can't you?"

The old man simply stopped pretending, and he could still see a little bit of embarrassment rarely seen on his handsome face, he pursed his lips and suppressed his smile.

"Father, why didn't I see you understand me back then!" Zeng Ran's arms trembled more and more: "When I was talking about Brother Zhong with you, you suppressed me with seriousness and righteousness."

"Your grandfather oppressed me in the same way when he was young. Back then, a poor Mohist boy broke into Yan's mansion and clamored to discuss the Tao with 72 sages of Confucianism. How could I hand over my only daughter to such a nonsense child? The future, the future, Everything is not unknown. Later, don't always slander Xiaoqing in private, that child is really courageous, and gave up the position of Confucian leader for Mo Zhong."

Speaking of Yan Qing, the old man was not prejudiced at all. He almost regarded Yan Qing as his daughter. As for the little conflict between Yan Qing and Zeng Ran, the sisters would not quarrel. This shows that the relationship is good.

"And that kid Mo Zhong is quite like me. He works hard enough and is motivated enough. A wise man of the Mohist family is respected as Mr."

No, you and Brother Zhong are not alike at all from beginning to end!

The sadness in Zeng Ran's soul accumulates more and more. The tradition of the lost dogs of the Zeng family is inherited. One family has three generations of lost dogs... Although the treatment is good, it should be because of the lost dogs carved from generation to generation. Genetics trade for prosperity.

The Zeng family has the purest "green plums are invincible to heaven" attributes, who would want this DNA full of defeated dogs...

Zeng Ran's despair came in waves like a tide.

"Father, don't mess around. I don't care how you want to play, even if you demolish the courtyard and rebuild it into a music room. But Brother Zhong, I won't let it go. This is a deal between Yan Ce and me."

"The old man is already old, for the last few years of your father, Ran'er, can't you make some sacrifices?"

"Hehe, do you dare to stare into my eyes when you say this?"

Zeng Ran squinted at the old man who had no dignity at all, and said coldly: "You might as well take care of my feelings now. If my mother dies, if I know your thoughts like this, I won't be disappointed."

The old man waved his hand: "Don't worry, I have always had a gentleman's agreement with her. If I die first, I will not blame her for remarrying. If she dies first, I will not be upset if I marry her again. There is no such thing as disappointment."

Fuck it, absolutely!

Zeng Ran didn't expect that the old couple who lived in harmony all their lives had such an agreement in private.

For this kind of senior and old loser, he must win once, maybe it has become his lifelong obsession.

But if the old man's intentions are really followed, the nightmare of lovers becoming brothers and sisters will probably never go away.

Zeng Ran said softly: "Yan Qing may not be able to accept the identities of you and Aunt Yan, you must not be deceived by Yan Ce, that child is completely bad."

"Don't worry, your sister is very generous and won't care." The old man smiled.

Sister, a ball of yarn!What the hell, is it already a fact?Where is my sister...

As long as he thinks about Yan Heixiong cheerfully calling her sister and being embarrassed in front of her all day long, Zeng Ran will go crazy.

He was able to resist foreign aggression, but he was unexpectedly overwhelmed by internal troubles.

And the old man looks very energetic, he must have let Brother Zhong go home to express his love by the way.

omg...

OMG!

Your Highness Ce, is this your final kill?

Chapter 460 The Second Defeated Dog Will Fail

In the quiet bedroom under house arrest, Mo Zhong stared at the sky outside the window, then looked down at the letter recording the Mohist program, and slowly closed it.

Scenes from the past that are worth remembering are repeated before the eyes. After the death of Mozi, the Mohists split into three different factions. They used the way they thought was correct to implement the Mohist thought, but resorted to the fairness of violent implementation. Mo Zhong had sneered at it since he was a child .

Therefore, he consciously took up the fallen banner of the Mohist school, wanting to prove that the Mohist school is not only those who use military force to violate the ban.

From getting acquainted with Xinyi's girl to staying together...

Later, Yan Qing gave birth to a daughter, and he wrote in his diary: I am very happy.

Later, the family was happy, with a virtuous wife and a gentle daughter. Mo Zhong wrote in his diary: I am very happy.

Later, Yan Qing finally lost interest in Mo Zhong's diary, Mo Zhong secretly wrote: Madam is very naughty, my whole body hurts.

Occasionally, Mo Zhong would have a drink with his father-in-law, and when he complained, he saw his father-in-law smiled slightly, and said, "Boy, you are still too young", and then took off his shirt, revealing fresh hundred and eight fist marks.

At this moment, an old man's light cough interrupted Mo Zhong's thoughts.

"Nephew Mo, are you alright?"

The old man entered the door and said kindly.

Mo Zhong was taken aback, and replied: "Ah? Ah...it's pretty good."

The old man stroked the teacup in his hand, and asked again: "Xiaoqing, is she fine?"

"Oh, that's alright."

Zeng Zheng cleared his voice, tried his best to cover up the strange feeling on his cheeks, and said cautiously, "Sister Wei... is she still okay?"

"..." Mo Zhong was silent for a while, his eyes fell on the face with complicated expressions, and he said: "Mother-in-law has always been good, she often mentions her childhood and Uncle Zeng's childhood, and laments the past."