Chapter 58 Return to Song 2

"You son of a bitch, how dare you come back!"

Liu Jiye's whole face was iron-blue. He said that he was about to pick up the knife on the table and rushed to Liu Yanzhao.

Wang Guiman pulled Liu Jiye in panic, "General, I can't do it!"

"Don't stop me, I, Liu Jiye, don't have such a rebellious evil son!"

Breathing for breath, Liu Jiye's eyes were full of fierceness. Even if Liu Yanzhao had already thought of this scene, he was still stunned by the momentum. For a moment, he was stunned there.

"Little general, you'd better leave for the time being. When the general's anger subsided, please plead again!"

Wang Gui's martial arts can't be compared with Liu Jiye. Seeing that he couldn't hold him, he shouted at Liu Yanzhao, hoping that he would not be angry again.

But the latter didn't seem to hear it, but took a few steps forward. "Dad, the child didn't feel that he had done anything wrong."

"You beast!"

"Ma Feng is in chaos, and his ambition has been born. Even without the help of children, he will kill the king and seize the throne!"

"Hit!" The blade was inserted into Liu Yanzhao's cheek, with a cold chill, and a few streps of hair also flew.

"Little General, go!"

He couldn't stop Liu Jiye. Wang Gui could only stand in front of Liu Yanzhao and begged him to leave quickly.

Liu Yanzhao looked at him gratefully and later pulled out in front of Wang Gui. "Uncle Wang, there are some things that Yan Zhao must face."

"Wang Gui, go out, this is an order!"

Liu Jiye's voice was cold and scary. With the military order, Wang Gui could only take orders, and it was difficult for a clean official to cut off the housework. Perhaps without him as an outsider, the general would be much calmer.

"Dad, I want to hear the truth. Are you loyal to the Liu Han court or the people of the world?"

As soon as Wang Gui left, Liu Yanzhao asked first, and this sentence was undoubtedly an answerless choice. No matter which one Liu Jiye chose, it proved that he was right.

Liu Jiyuan was killed by Ma Feng. What does this have to do with him? The Liu Han royal family has been destroyed. If you want to repay kindness, it is better to surrender to the Song Dynasty and oppose Goma Peak.

It seemed that he was choked by the words. The knife held up by Liu Jiye was there, and he didn't know where to put it.

At this time, Liu Yanzhao knelt on his knees and said sadly, "Dad, I know that what you have done must not be accepted, but the people of the Northern Han Dynasty need a stable family and a peaceful and prosperous life, instead of spending every day in panic. Beware of the Song army and the Khitan people.

Liu Han's royal family is becoming more and more extravagant. Without a child, my father can also know that if it goes on like this, the lives of the people will be even more difficult.

And the Khitan people regard us as ruminants, and they will wave it when they call. Dad, we are the descendants of Yan and Huang, and we are the indomitable men!"

With that, Liu Yanzhao burst into tears, and the knife in Liu Jiye's hand fell to the ground with a bang, as if his whole body had been pumped out of his essence and leaned weakly against the table.

"Dad, Liu Han's anger is exhausted. Let's surrender!"

"Bang...!"

Liu Jiye, who was originally haggard, punched the wooden table, and suddenly there were countless cracks on the table. "I have been fighting in the battlefield for decades, and I have already put life and death aside. Are you sincere? Fortunately, you are my son of Liu Jiye!"

"Dad, the child is your birth, and he is also Liu Jiaerlang. I won't frown when I died in the battle, but now the lives of the people in the city are tied to my father. Please think twice!"

It seems that he was hit in the ribs. Liu Jiye, who was still angry, suddenly stopped his anger when he heard the people of the whole city. That's right. Under the fire of the war, the most difficult thing is the people of Li people. He can die for the Liu Han royal family, but he can't pull the people of the whole city to bury.

The afterglow swept Liu Yanzhao, who was kneeling on one side, and a trace of struggle flashed on his face. He gritted his teeth, picked up the long knife on the ground, and split it again.

I only felt the cold wind blowing above my head. Liu Yanzhao raised his head and saw that the blade had reached the door. This sudden change made him not know how to dodge.

" Stop it!"

With a delicate shout, Liu Yanzhao only felt unbearable shoulder pain. He leaned to the left side, and the blade also fell down his ear and hit the brickwork with a sound.

The wound on his shoulder was torn and blood gushed out. Liu Yanzhao frowned in pain and hurriedly helped him up quickly, "Sir, what are you going to do? Liulang is your own flesh and blood!"

"This evil man finally harmed the Holy Son..."

"Don't you understand the general trend in this world? Sooner or later, Jiangshan will be Zhao Song's country. Is it possible to help the whole festering Liu Hanshezi with the master's own strength?

Zhe Saihua was not as gentle as Liu Jiye in the past. While treating the wound for Liu Yanzhao, she said angrily that whoever is in charge of the world is in charge. As long as the people have well-being and the children are safe, she is enough.

Without saying anything, Liu Jiye turned around and staggered inward and fell down on the chair. Folding Saihua helped Liu Yanzhao out of the barracks and walked home.

"Mom, don't you blame the child?"

On the way, Liu Yanzhao asked in a low voice. Hearing this, Zhe Xihua stopped and showed a trace of desolation on her face. "The building will fall, and since it is not able to be a mainstay, then it will follow the weather. My mother has heard what Qilang said. My mother doesn't blame you, and your father can't accept it for a while. After a quiet, he will distinguish between right and wrong. It's just that I'm suffering you, kid."

Even if Liu Yanzhao is so strong and there are pedestrians on the street, his tears can't help falling. There are thousands of words. He can't say anything when he opens his mouth. He can only say, "Mom..."

Back to the house, Ba Mei and Wu Lang and Qi Lang, who had been thinking about at home, scrambled to see Liu Yanzhao. They didn't see each other for a year. Ba Mei grew up a lot. When she saw Liu Yanzhao, she rushed up first.

"In the days when Liulang left, Bamei was looking forward to it at the door every day, and I finally looked forward to you today."

He touched the little girl's face with a little heartache, "Little fish, the sixth brother is back."

There were crystal tears on her delicate little face. The eighth sister did not say anything, but buried her head in Liu Yanzhao's arms.

After appeasing the eighth sister, Liu Yanzhao talked with Wulang and Qilang for a long time. After listening to what he had done in Bianjing, they both sat aside and were silent.

When the atmosphere was a little heavy, Liu He, the housekeeper, came in, accompanied by Luo's daughter, whom Liu Yanzhao had not seen for many days.

The dark green skirt is slender and jade, and her long hair is half tied, which can't cover her peerless face, but at this moment, her face is a little pale, and her flexible eyes are slightly red.

"The little lady of the Luo family, you are worried about the injury of the sixth brother."

Leaving this sentence behind, Golang took Qilang away. Although the eighth sister was reluctant to leave, she still followed them out. For more than half a year, the figure of the Luo family's sister often wandered outside the house. Even if she was still young, how could she not know the feelings in it?

"I haven't seen you for a long time. Is the little lady?"

The gentle voice was also the same as before. The Luo girl, who lowered her head and moved gently, was stunned for a moment. Then she raised her head and replied like a mosquito, "Everything is fine in the slave family, but the sixth son is a little thinner."

With four eyes, the two couldn't help moving away at the same time, giving birth to a trace of shyness. At this time, Liu Yanzhao found that he had just changed his mouth to a little lady, and Luo's cheeks showed a slight blush.

Later, Luo's daughter carefully cleaned his wound. She moved very slowly for fear of hurting Liu Yanzhao. The latter also felt the tenderness, and a trace of tranquility and ease immediately gushed out in her depressed heart.

"How is Dr. Luo recently?"

"Ye-huh."

"Is the business in Jichunfang busy?"

"It's okay."

............

Just like in the past, Luo's woman answered Liu Yanzhao's question softly, which was a little boring, but Liu Yanzhao did not feel it at all and continued to ask.

She took the medicine and bandaged the wound again. It was a simple thing. Luo's woman used it for half an hour. Finally, after the knot of the white cloth was tied, her eyes were a little reluctant.

Feeling the coolness from her shoulders, Liu Yanzhao immediately praised Luo's daughter's medical skills again, which made her very shy. Her white neck was stained with haze. After saying a few things to pay attention to, she lowered her head and hurriedly walked out.

As soon as Luo's girl left, a small head poked out of the door. Although she hadn't seen her for a long time, Liu Yanzhao could still recognize her at a glance.

"Exhaust the wind, what are you doing hiding over there?"

The sound fell, and the exhaust came in from the door. The body was still thin, and the black hair was a little scattered. The thin beads of sweat on the forehead had not been wiped off. There was a tray in his hand, and the fragrance was coming from the bowl with light smoke.

Put the bowl of pork porridge on one side of the table, and the exhaust wind bent down and saluted Liu Yanzhao, "The exhaust wind has seen the sixth son."

"You girl, I've only been away for a few months, and I've become so reserved!"

Seeing her like this, Liu Yanzhao couldn't help reading with a straight face. After listening to the wind, he stood there and lowered his little head and didn't say anything.

"That's all. Don't do this again, or I'll be angry."

"I know the exhaust wind."

He answered softly. Seeing that Liu Yanzhao was about to get up, the exhaust wind quickly went up to help him, but instead of going to the table to eat porridge, he walked to the tea table with a sweat towel.

"It's a little flowery face again. Come on, wipe it yourself."

After taking the sweat towel handed over, the face in front of him was a little haggard, but the smile was still the same. Pai Feng suddenly felt that his eyes were a little sore, and he hurriedly wiped the sweat towel on his face.