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Chapter Ninety-Eight

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    When Xiang Huan dragged Wan Yao to the side hall, Wan Yan was sending the matchmaker out. She was about forty years old, perhaps it was quite an unexpected happy event to receive a job in this turbulent time.  , eyes wide open with a smile.

    "Master, please rest assured. I grew up in Songzhou City. I know how many young talents there are in this city, and I know better than anyone else. The girl is born with such a good appearance. Within ten days, she must  Can find a good son-in-law."

    Wan Yan saw the two of them approaching, and looked like nothing happened, and slightly raised his hand to send it off: "If that's the case, I'll be fine, please."

    "You are welcome."

    The matchmaker went down the steps happily, and bumped into a pair of eyes that were as solid as pure ink. The boy's starry eyes stared at her with no warmth.

    Wan Yan stood by the door with her hands folded, glanced at him casually, then turned to her daughter and said, "Wan Yao, come in with Dad."

    After all, it was her own father, Wan Yao was about to step forward instinctively, but her hand was still in Xiang Huan's palm, and as soon as she took a step, she found that he was still tugging hard.

    The boy's eyes were slightly cold, and he looked at Mr. Wan not far away expressionlessly, obviously not planning to let it go.

    "Master Wan, what do you mean?"

    The muscles on his cheeks moved invisibly, "You know that Wan Yao wants to be with me, so you have to make things difficult again and again?"

    "I tied you to Songzhou without asking for permission before, but I have already apologized. This is forced by the situation and not my willful behavior. You can't be so arrogant, right?"

    These words were completely blunt, Wan Yao was afraid that the two of them would quarrel on the spot, and was about to come out to smooth things over, but Xiang Huan pulled her behind him involuntarily.

    Wan Yan stood there with hands behind his back and snorted coldly, "Xiang Huan, you don't have to provoke me with words, since it's about this point, well, let's make it clear today."

    It was the time to digest food after a meal, and the movement here gradually attracted passers-by around.

    "You want to marry my daughter? All right, what are you going to marry her with?" He turned around righteously, looking straight into Xiang Huan's eyes, "Don't blame me for speaking harshly.  You also have a place in the world, but you are surrounded by enemies, and you are in danger. You can't even control your own life and death, so how can you keep her safe and sound?

    "How you want to conquer the world, what kind of ambition you have as an eagle, I don't care about it, and I don't want to care about it. But there is only one daughter in my Wan family. It is impossible for her to run around with you, worrying about it.  It's a parenting consideration!

    "I'm entrusting my daughter to you now. You go to fight and don't see anyone for three days. Gai'er will die outside tomorrow. What should she do?"

    Xiang Huan was startled when he heard this, but was speechless by what he said.  He thought over and over in his mind, always thinking that what Wan Yan said was wrong, but he couldn't come up with strong evidence to refute it for a while.

    The invisible aggrieved feeling is like a boulder pressing on the chest, making people breathless.

    Seeing his appearance, Wan Yan softened her tone a little, "Let's not mention the matter of being too far away. You want to propose a marriage. Do you have a stable place to live? Do you have a secure future for her? Even if it's gift money, I'm afraid it can only  Let General Ji figure out a way for you."

    Wan Yao only felt that the hand holding her was closing tightly, and the sudden increase in strength made her five fingers ache.

    "I don't need anyone's help! I can arrange the dowry myself!"

    The young man looked at him with burning eyes, and paused every word, "I will bring down Chang'an and give it to her."

    Wan Yao froze for a moment, then raised her head suddenly.

    Perhaps it was because Xiang Huan had said too much in the past, but this rhetoric did not cause waves.  Wan Yan sneered nonchalantly: "Anyone can say beautiful words, but you should take care of yourself first."

    "I'm not just talking about it." He said seriously, "Within three years, I will definitely bring down Chang'an."

    But Wan Yan has already turned sideways, calling out without heeding: "Wan Yao, are you still leaving?"

    In an instant, eyes from all directions suddenly fell on her, and she was at a loss as to what to do: "Father"

    Xiang Huan still didn't let go of his hand, Wan Yao looked in his father's direction, then turned to look at him again.

    The young man clearly saw a trace of hesitation in her eyes, and he almost asked, "You don't even believe me?"

    "I don't believe you"

    However, Wan Yao looked at Wan Yan hesitantly, her father's eyes were obviously urging her to take a stand quickly - either follow him or stay.

    This is a question about giving face to the father.Son, you are also born more than you.  "

    "Can't bear our family's Huan'er provoking your daughter? All right, you gave birth to a son to harm our family. I still have a daughter."

    Wan Yan was almost spit out blood by him, coupled with the strength of alcohol, sat there blushing but could not speak.

    Xiang Nantian seemed to be happy to see him deflated, smiled very relieved, and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.  Not wanting to lose to him, Wan Yan drank a cup with difficulty. The old wine rolled down her throat like a burning knife, and she was so hot that she was sweating.

    It was at this time that Wan Yan heard a soft sigh from the other side, as if the series of gloating smiles were turned halfway, and turned into endless sense of loss.

    "However, as the saying goes, 'Feng Shui turns in turns', this person's good luck has a fixed number. If the first half of life is used up, the second half of life will be obediently unlucky. Look at these years, my woman died."

    "My eldest son died too."

    When he looked up, he saw Xiang Nantian tapping the wine bowl with a bamboo chopstick, his face full of old wrinkles.

    "The youngest son is not up to date, and he is so troubled that he has a family and cannot return. The people of the clan are still displaced, sick and injured." He suddenly said with emotion, "In comparison, your family is safe and smooth even though it is doing nothing.  , no disease, no disaster, my daughter is sensible and obedient.

    "It is true that you won the rest of my life, and I am convinced that I lost."

    Wan Yan was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

    These two words that came out of nowhere were a little strange to him.

    "Old brother." Xiang Nantian put down the bowls and chopsticks, and said earnestly, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. As elders, we should accommodate and help some occasionally. As long as the two of them live well, there is nothing we can't let go of. Why bother with your children,  It¡¯s so embarrassing? Don¡¯t you think so?¡± (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com
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