Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Chapter 633 Yuan Yuan Yuan

His eyes are not eyes, his nose is not his nose, and he vented his anger on Yan Qingyun.

When he lost control of his anger, he reached out and pinched Yan Qingyun a few times.

Yan Qingyun stared blankly, he never thought that Yan Zhiyuan would be so presumptuous without human relations, even his own father dared to do something, did he know what he was doing, and the consequences of doing so.

No matter what he is, he is a second-rank minister. When he dies, many people will come to mourn him. Friends and enemies, even if there is only a little bit, but as long as someone sees that something is wrong, he will come for an autopsy. Under the autopsy, what? I can't hide it.

My friend, it won't be strange to watch him die suddenly.

The enemy is even worse, the enemy is eager to expose the matter to the sky, and it will not be peaceful if he dies. No matter who does it, the result will not be good.

He didn't even dare to think about the consequences of waiting for Yan Zhiyuan.

This son is so stupid that he can even forget this point. Thinking that all these years of teaching are useless, Yan Qingyun can only feel the blood in his throat, and the blood is flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Zhiyuan's tone was sarcasm: "Now you know how angry you are? What did you do long ago? Look at you, what's the use of flattery, what's the use? Do you know how many boxes of good things are brought into Qi's mansion?"

"That old man of the Qi family is also disgusting. He even prepared a martial arts banquet for this, saying it was a reward for the martial arts. He took out a few treasured swords and gave them away. He invited so many people, but he didn't invite us. You are still giving good things to old things, what about others, do they take you seriously?"

The Yan family was not invited to the banquet held by the Qi family, which made Yan Zhiyuan feel very angry, as if he had been slapped in the face.

Yan Zhiyuan recklessly vented all his anger on Yan Qingyun.

When he had vented enough, he tidied up his clothes, and said lightly: "By the way, I don't know if you still remember, there was a little Taoist priest next to Su Xiaolu at the gate of Qi Mansion on New Year's Day, and he came today, saying that he had a relationship with him." Breaking fate can solve your confusion, that little Taoist priest is blind, he came alone, I kicked him out."

Yan Qingyun's face was distorted, he was really angry, he felt like his body was about to explode, and blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, but even so, he was not dead yet.

Yan Zhiyuan looked at this and smiled: "Father, what confusion do you still have in your heart? I'm quite curious. Do you want to know why you don't take Su Chongsu Hua seriously? Or something else? , It's a pity that you can't speak now, and I won't let you speak anymore, the confusion in your heart can only end without a problem, you can take it into the coffin yourself."

Yan Qingyun's eyeballs were red with anger, as if they were about to explode, Yan Zhiyuan felt refreshed watching it.

Although he wanted to know, Yan Qingyun was happier seeing Yan Qingyun holding his breath, so it didn't matter if he didn't know.

Stimulating Yan Qingyun, Yan Zhiyuan got up and left.

After he left, the old servant got up, came over to take a look at Yan Qingyun, sighed and said in a low voice: "My lord, why bother."

"This old slave knows that you are suffering... oh..."

The old servant carefully wiped the blood from the corner of Yan Qingyun's mouth.

He was so angry that he couldn't let go of his anger, and he suffered when he saw it.

Yan Qingyun trembled slightly, he also wanted to let go, wanted to die, but he couldn't let go, he couldn't die, he was not reconciled.

Every moment and every moment of being alive is a torture that is too painful to live.

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The cow cub was invited out of the mansion, the servant saw that he refused to leave, the servant said helplessly: "Little Taoist priest, you'd better leave quickly, our little master won't let you in, no one can do anything about it."

The cow boy looked solemn, and without saying a word, he sat down cross-legged in front of the mansion gate.

Seeing his stubbornness, the servant shook his head helplessly, and went in without saying anything. He was just a servant, and he couldn't do anything.

I am a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and I can't protect myself, so I can't control others.

He almost fell into a place of eternal doom just now, but he never dared to intervene in such trivial matters.

Niu Zai sat for several hours, Yan Zhiyuan frowned when he saw him when he went out at night, and he went forward: "Why are you still here?"

"Otherwise, let's do this. My father is sick now, and I am the one who decides the family affairs. I have the final say, and it is the same for you and me."

Yan Zhiyuan originally wanted to drive the cub away, but after thinking about it, he changed his mind.

Niu Zai saluted, and then said, "Xiao Dao does have something to say to Yuanren."

Yan Zhiyuan became interested: "What are you talking about? I think you seem to be able to order something, so just tell me, will I get what I want in the future?"

Yan Zhiyuan was ambitious, he thought that Niu Zai was still Su Xiaolu's friend, so he should have good skills, and he would feel more comfortable thinking about it when he said nice words.

He looked at the vacant eyes of the cow cub, and immediately became suspicious: "You can't see with this eye, so what do you rely on for food?"

Yan Zhiyuan has no manners or respect, and Niu Zai is neither angry nor angry. He still has a gentle face and said lightly: "I don't rely on my eyes, I rely on my feelings. People are in danger and don't know it. The current situation is already walking on thin ice... "

"Shut up, what bullshit, I'm lucky right now, what bullshit are you talking about, you and the Su family are the same, they are not good things, hurry up, if you don't leave, don't blame me for treating you badly polite."

After only two sentences, Yan Zhiyuan didn't want to listen anymore. He didn't say a word of what Niu Zai said.

love to hear.

His way of responding was also very simple, he raised his head contemptuously, and said in a cold voice: "At first, I was thinking that I would let you meet my father if you made a good point. To solve my father's confusion, I think you are here to piss him off, so I don't want to talk nonsense with you, just go away."

The cow cub didn't want to see his father, so he wouldn't allow him to see him.

If you piss him off, he won't be angry with him, just go back when you get angry, Yan Zhiyuan squinted his eyes, ready to appreciate the remorseful expression of the cow cub.

But after he finished speaking, the cowboy's expression didn't change at all, he didn't say anything, and turned around and left after tapping his blind stick.

"damn it--"

Yan Zhiyuan gritted his teeth angrily, turned his head and ordered: "Remember this little Taoist priest, next time you see him coming, just drive him away. If he doesn't leave, beat him away."

If the cub comes again, he will not have such good luck.

It was already dark and the cow hadn’t come back yet, and the Su family was a little worried about him. After listening to the old man Wu’s explanation, Su Sanlang and Mrs. Zhao felt sorry for the cow, and sighed that they didn’t cook more delicious food for the cow. He prays.

Su Xiaolu was a little depressed, but he could only respect. Only Chen Xing sat outside the door and waited. He firmly believed that if Lagou had made a promise, he would not break his word. The child was stubborn, so he let him go.