Tyrant’s Consort Too Arrogant - Chapter 247

He just sat, doing nothing, motionless, like an ancient sculpture.

Wei Shi stood at the door, his legs numb, and the people inside still didn’t move at all. For a moment, Wei Shi had an illusion in a trance: the people inside had been dead for a long time and had no breath.

As soon as she gritted her teeth, she would push the door in to see what happened, but there was a sudden change in the house.

The screen was thrust down.

A shorter figure rushed out from behind the screen and stood in front of the man angrily, “this is what you have to do every day?! this is the so-called very, very important thing for you to leave your critically ill mother behind? Just sit in this inexplicable place and think about that inexplicable person for no reason?”

The man who rushed out behind the screen was Yan Xijun.

Wei Shi sighed: the little broken child’s temper hasn’t changed at all. It’s still so hot.

As for the other person, you can figure out who it is with your thumb – Yanhan.

Every time the two father and son meet, there is a smell of gunpowder all over the sky and the ground, or, in other words, the smell of gunpowder unilaterally by Yan Xijun.

“You’ve been hiding here for so long, why don’t you wait a little longer? You’re so impatient. How can you inherit the throne of Yan country and bear the well-being of millions of people in Yan country?” Yan Han didn’t seem surprised to see the man who suddenly appeared. He didn’t even change his posture, but scolded him leisurely behind the desk.

The fierce Yan Xijun was stunned, “do you know I’m here?”

“If you can bear it for another quarter of an hour, I’ll think you’ve made progress. Unfortunately – you still can’t hold your breath. As a prince, your cultivation is obviously not enough.” Yan Han’s voice is still slow, but it’s enough to make Yan Xijun jump with anger.

“You deliberately look at my appearance, you… You deliberately! You don’t care what I think. My mother and I are living in front of you, but you only see an outsider who doesn’t know whether it’s dead or alive!” Yan Xijun was stimulated to be a little tongue in cheek. “In that case, why did you give birth to me in that year! Ghosts rarely want to be this prince, I’m wrong!”

Yan Han didn’t get angry, but looked at his son in amazement.

His words are so familiar.

Just like many years ago, Yanhan stood in front of yanzihao with indignation in his heart: he only thought about the dead Mrs. Xi, but turned a blind eye to their living mother and son.

Is it really a reincarnation that, unconsciously, ignores the people around you because of a non-existent person?

When Anu died, was it so difficult to deal with the bitterness?

But he has given himself everything he can.

As for Xijun

“Take out your things.” thinking of the past, Yan Han’s eyes slipped through the bleak and soft voice, “it’s none of her business. You don’t have to be angry at the place where she lived.”

“Don’t take it out! I just want to burn this place!” Yan Xijun tilted his head and said with hatred.

The heat and cold were silent.

This afternoon, an emissary from a small country attacked a kind of oil, which is said to help burn. Just pour a little on it, it can start a prairie fire. At that time, Yan Xijun was standing next to him. When he heard the speech, he put up his ears and listened very carefully. The expression on his face showed that he had no good idea.

Yanhan kept a heart at that time. His bodyguard reported the prince’s whereabouts, and he followed Yanxi Jun here.

He knew that he was hiding behind the screen, but he didn’t expose it. He just sat in the hall and looked at the familiar furnishings in front of him. There was no smell of that person in the air. How many things could he obliterate in fifteen years?

He didn’t ask Wei Shi about the man. He only knew that she was still alive in the world, and he Lanxue was also alive and consistent. That’s enough.

But he was calm, but his son was unyielding and revealed it again and again.

Did he really put their mother and son in the second place unconsciously?

“You are Chu Jun.” seeing that you can’t communicate with Yan Xijun, Yan Han simply carried out his words to suppress him, “don’t be childish.”

“I’m not naive. I must burn here today. I didn’t understand the mother imperial concubine before and misunderstood her, but now I know that she endured so much pain.” Yan Xijun said, his voice suddenly choked, and tears rolled around his eyes: “today… Is the memorial day of the mother Imperial concubine.”

Yan Han was stunned.

It turns out… Anu has been dead for four years.

Four years ago today, she left herself.

Ask yourself if you’re really sorry for her? If not, how can Xi Jun have such hatred?

Maybe on her birthday, when he left her alone and stayed here in a daze. Maybe after her death, he never corrected her name, died, and didn’t give her the Queen’s name, allowing her to carry it in gossip

Yan Han took a deep breath and stood up slowly.

“You burn it,” he said.

Three words, plain but determined.

Yan Xijun didn’t expect to get such an answer, but was stunned.

Yan Han turned out from behind the table, crossed Yan Xijun and came to the gate.

His eyes never lingered on any thing in the house, and the memory stained on it can no longer let him miss the scenery around him.

Just walked to the door and looked through the sparse gap. The swing made with all his efforts swayed gently in the wind. In a trance, it seemed to see the lazy girl again, with a heartless smile on her face.

“Father king.” Yan Xijun looked at his father’s back and suddenly felt that he was a little too much and called out indefinitely.

Yan Han stopped his steps, turned his head and smiled.

“It’s all right. Do what you want.”

Then he opened the door and the sun poured in. His black robe was shining with gold. He slightly turned his face in the bright light: Wei Shi was standing beside him awkwardly, a little overwhelmed.

When Yanhan came out, Wei Shi could not avoid it, so she had to look at it with Yanhan.

They stared at each other for a moment. Yanhan suddenly tilted his head and walked down the steps lightly.

Wei Shi looked and did not find her Yan Xijun. She looked at the calm and powerful Yan Han. After a little weighing, she hurriedly followed him.

There was a splash of water in the room. There was also the sound of Yan Xijun pushing down the pen wash inkstones and books on the table.

Wei Shi couldn’t help glancing. She moved down and glanced up. Yan Han didn’t look back from beginning to end, and didn’t even move his eyebrows.

They went to the yard and the heat and cold stopped by the swing.

Holding the autumn rope in his hand, he finally opened his mouth, but the first sentence was: “I heard you have invented many novel things?”

Weishi was a little embarrassed. She nodded.

“What are there? Can you show me?” Yan Han asked kindly. His eyes were too deep and calm. He allowed Wei Shi to read countless people, but he couldn’t see his happiness and sadness. I just feel that this kindness is also extremely far away.

“Mahjong, Pai Gow, poker… Which are more difficult to get materials on the spot? It’s better to play the simplest?” Wei Shi looked around and squatted down to pick up a few small stones from the ground. “Let’s guess the points.”

“Too simple.” Yan Han shook his head. Although he didn’t mean to disdain, his tone was really light and angry, “is there anything more fun?”

“What about chess?”

“What rules?” Yan Han asked.

Wei Shi squatted down, drew a chessboard on the ground with a branch, then picked up two pieces of different colors, explained the shape and logo by herself, and Yanhan made a pair of pieces by rubbing them with his fingers.

“Ma feiri, Xiang Feitian, the general will finish.” Wei Shi only talked about the rules once, then put on airs and decided to fight well to destroy someone’s pride. Yan Han picked up the newly made chess pieces and took the lead. The first set was flat, but Wei Shi had water, so she should be a little better. She was not surprised or dry. She looked at the chessboard for half a day. After less than ten steps in the second set, Wei Shi found that she had reached a desperate situation. Any changes can’t escape the plan of Yanhan.

She looked up suspiciously at the icy cold face and asked depressed, “are you really the first to not play chess?”

“No,” the man answered frankly.

Wei Shi was comforted. Yan Han continued, “it was the first game just now, and now it’s the second game.”

“… do you want to learn mahjong?” Wei Shi looked at him for a while and felt an impulse to punch that handsome face.

“Oh, what rules.” Yan Han’s expression was still faint.

So they squatted in the yard, beside the shaky swing, and carried out a discussion belonging to mahjong.

The fire in the hall finally burned.

Crackling makes Wei Shi remember Yan Xijun’s existence.

Red flames puffed through the door with thick smoke.

She hesitated whether to call a “fire” to meet the occasion – it was a pity that the temple of Zhong lingshenxiu was burned down.

However, this decision was indeed approved by Yanhan.

Her distraction was quickly exploited by Yanhan. Yanhan pushed the “card” in front of her to the ground and said faintly, “it’s peace.”

Wei Shi looked: sure enough, I still touched myself.

“Change it again!” she was a little depressed, curious and indomitable.

Yanhan didn’t answer.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and a burning smell came. It seemed to burn to the beam. It roared and destroyed the withered and decadent, and the momentum was impressive.

Instead, Wei Shi can concentrate.

She doesn’t believe she can’t kill him.

This time, she changed her best poker. It is readily made of green and yellow leaves – anyway, there is a handy free labor around.

After talking about the rules, Yanhan wanted to touch the “card”. Just after his hand was placed on the “card”, the palace behind collapsed.

The sparks splashed down the heat wave. At that moment, his face was red, the smoke rolled behind him, and his sideburns flew like a bath fire after nirvana.

Wei Shi was stunned and completely forgot that she was also in the heat wave.

His hand shook, then he firmly stretched out and turned the card face heavily to the ground, but the people burst up and rushed to the fire quickly.

Wei Shi stared at the spade a, and then watched the vigorous figure of Yan Han disappear in the bright red color, and suddenly remembered that Xi Jun didn’t come out.

The ignition, capricious, accident causing Yan Xijun is still inside!

She was at a loss and glanced to the left and right. Fortunately, every courtyard of the imperial palace had a fish pond. Although it was useless for a long time, it was full of broken leaves and grass, and the smell was loud, but she couldn’t think of so much at the moment. Wei Shi took a deep breath, then jumped into the waste pond with her nose in her hand, got up in a panic, and rushed in wet and wet.

There was thick smoke and her sight was very unclear. She couldn’t see anything clearly. She just walked carefully along the faint outline of the corridor.

Although the fire in the periphery is large, you can walk through the dilapidated hall and explore the long corridor. The inner room is well preserved.

Then she saw the two very ignorant father and son. In the land of life and death, they were still in a stalemate.