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Chapter 203 Allowing You to Kneel Together

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    Zhang Qihe stood up in a panic, looking around for a wooden stick to beat his son, then picked up the dinner plate on the ground, and slammed it at Zhang Huamin.

    Zhang Huamin knelt on the ground, lowered his head and still had the plate smashed on his forehead, and a smear of blood flowed from his forehead.

    "You coward, I'm really mad at you." Zhang Qihe stood on the ground, pointing at Zhang Huamin's forehead, trembling angrily.

    Afterwards, Zhang Qihe was still angry, and finally picked up a wooden stick from the corner of the yard, stepped forward and slammed it on Zhang Huamin's shoulder.

    Zhang Huamin's mouth was split open in pain.

    At this moment, a steward commanded the servants to enter with charcoal fire. After seeing this scene, the steward stepped forward to persuade: "Master, you are father and son. Why can't you sit down and talk about it? Stop beating your son."

    The butler stopped in front of Zhang Huamin and took a stick for him.

    "You, even you want to face this beast?" Zhang Qihe was furious, pointed at Zhang Huamin and shouted sharply, "Nizi, do you know your mistake?"

    Zhang Huamin said indifferently: "My child is right."

    "You still dare to talk back." Zhang Qihe seemed to be mad with anger, and picked up the wooden stick to smash it again.

    Zhang Huamin still didn't move, and was hit several times, and the housekeeper also blocked several blows for him.

    Mrs. Li was also alarmed and came out to persuade her. She didn't know what was going on, so she could only say to her son: "Son, don't contradict your father, and admit your mistake to him."

    Zhang Huamin gritted his teeth and said, "My child is right."

    "This old man is so mad." Zhang Qihe sternly said, "Little bastard, this old man will give you one more chance. If you obediently admit your mistake, that's all. If you don't admit your mistake, this old man will sever the father-son relationship with you."

    Li Shi on the side turned pale with fright, and tried to persuade him, but Zhang Qihe was indifferent, and only looked at his son angrily.

    Mrs. Li persuaded her son again. Both father and son were very stubborn, and neither of them would give in.

    "Come on, come quickly." Zhang Qihe yelled, and a large group of guards rushed into the yard, carrying wooden sticks.

    Zhang Qihe pointed to his son and said, "Shoot him out, and he will never be allowed to enter Zhang's mansion."

    "Master, calm down, this is our son." Mrs. Li turned pale with fright.

    The rest waited for the servant Ding to stand still.

    Zhang Qihe roared angrily: "What are you still doing in a daze? Whoever doesn't do it, get out of Zhang's mansion together with him, and you can't step into Zhang's mansion again in the future."

    Jia Ding finally didn't dare to hesitate, and said to Zhang Huamin, "Young Master, I've offended you."

    Afterwards, Zhang Huamin was carried out of the Zhang residence by servants, and then thrown on the street in front of the residence.

    Then came Zhang Qihe's desperate roar: "From now on, I, Zhang Qihe, only have two children, and you, Zhang Huamin, have nothing to do with Zhang Qihe and me from now on."

    The voice rolled out and was heard by countless people.

    In Zhang's mansion, Mrs. Li has been crying into tears, and has been persuading Zhang Qihe, but Zhang Qihe is indifferent.

    "You're used to it, it depends on what kind of trouble you got used to him." Zhang Qihe growled at Li Shi, then left with his hands, and went to the study alone.

    It was dark in the study room, Zhang Qihe sat alone on the chair, there was no angry expression on his face, but a brilliant smile suddenly appeared on his face.

    "My Zhang family finally has a successor. Huaqin, Huayang, it would be great if the two of you had half of your brother." Staying alone in the dark, Zhang Qihe smiled very happily.

    In the prime minister's mansion, a housekeeper at the door rushed to report: "My lord, Mr. Zhang Huamin is here, and he said he wants to see the lord and the prince."

    Yang Feng looked at Yue Chen and said, "Your Highness, do you see?"

    Yue Chen said indifferently: "Who is Zhang Huamin?"

    Yang Feng said: "It's Zhang Qihe's third son. He hangs out with his sons and brothers for a long time on weekdays, and now he is serving as a fourth-rank general in the City Guard Army."

    Yue Chen murmured: "The son of Zhang Qihe, as the uncle of the country, is only a fourth-rank general? This person looks very mediocre. Butler, what did he say?"

    The housekeeper said: "No."

    Yue Chen said indifferently: "Let him in."

    After a while, Zhang Huamin entered, knelt behind Yue Chen, and said, "Zhang Huamin, pay respects to His Royal Highness, Lord Liu, and Lord Yang."

    Yue Chen didn't have a good face, and said indifferently: "What are you doing here?"

    Zhang Huamin said: "When I was young, I used to study with the prime minister, and I can be regarded as half of the prime minister's students.??Students, keep a vigil for him.  "

    Um?

    Yue Chen said lightly: "Do you know what it means to watch the spirit tonight?"

    Zhang Huamin said: "The prime minister has just passed away tonight, there will be ghost officials who seduce the soul, if there are living people, it is easy to be seduced, so tonight must be extremely dangerous, but the students do not regret it."

    Yue Chen said: "Your father agreed to let you come?"

    Zhang Huamin said: "My lord father disagrees, and because of this, I severed the father-son relationship with my minister, and kicked me out of the Zhang residence."

    Yue Chen said: "Is it worth it? Are you not afraid of being aroused?"

    Zhang Huamin replied: "I can't be indifferent to life and death, so I am afraid. But with His Highness, I am not afraid anymore."

    "Oh, why?" Yue Chen said indifferently.

    Zhang Huamin said: "Your Highness is the god of the army. I also heard that His Highness has descended from the Dragon Spirit, and he is the chosen one. With the Crown Prince around, the ghost officials only dare to wander outside and never dare to enter this place."

    Yue Chen said indifferently: "You are so transparent. This king looks at Qing differently. Tonight, you are kneeling behind this king. It is cold outside, so you come in and kneel."

    Zhang Huamin hurriedly stepped forward to enter the mourning hall, knelt down and kowtowed to Yue Chen's back, put his forehead on the ground, and said with great respect: "It is my honor to be able to kneel behind His Highness. I wish I could gallop on the battlefield with His Royal Highness,  It is the greatest regret of my life not to be able to charge into battle under the command of the crown prince."

    Yue Chen said indifferently: "I allow you to kneel together and watch the spirit first, and we will talk about other things later."

    This night, countless people are destined to sleepless.

    Everyone turned their attention to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

    The night gradually deepened.

    The lights in the mourning hall flickered and flickered.

    The icy cold wind rushed in, blowing on the person's body for a while, as if there were ghosts dancing around him, and it became more and more cold and cold.

    Inside the coffin, the old prime minister was still peaceful, with his gray hair and beard dancing gently in the wind, as if he was still alive.

    The two old people stood beside Yue Chen, their old faces were flushed, and they seemed to be unable to bear the cold wind.

    Yue Chen pulled out two fur cloaks from the system and put them on the two old men.

    On the streets outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, countless men in black quietly appeared.

    On the roof of a restaurant on the street, you can clearly see the mourning hall in the prime minister's mansion.

    It's just that it's very far away from the mourning hall, a full five hundred steps.

    A man in black stood on the roof of the building, holding a black longbow in his hand, and slowly pulled him away.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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