Listen to Qin Yu's words.

Qin Wenyao had not had time to explain.

Qin Zhang raised his head and sobbed, "What else can you do? Your father is not afraid of death! Since last year, His Majesty has asked him to reserve military expenses and expand his troops to attack the grassland."

"But your father refused to do anything, and wrote a letter every day, and he openly challenged His Majesty, saying that blindly expanding the army to attack the grassland is not the way to be the king, and he should rest and regain his heart and change his mind with the people. Listen to this? How can Your Majesty not be angry? Almost

Didn't give him two feet in the court!"

"I mentioned this two days ago. Your Majesty wants to expand the army, but your father wants to rescue the disaster, but he just doesn't allocate funds to the Ministry of War! This will prevent His Majesty from coming to the Hong family, and the paintings are sent back to write poems, and your father wants to cut them.

The matter of the feudal matter!”

Qin Zhang said, staring at Qin Wenyao with regret, and his anger was hard to calm down.

Qin Wenyao's eyes drooped, and he said in a deep voice: "That's what Your Majesty is wrong!"

"You can make a louder sound! Why don't you go to the palace gate to shout?!"

Qin Zhang glared at him, "Your Majesty is giving you a lesson this time. If you contradict him again, the next time you will be your Qin Wenyao's head!"

Qin Wenyao widened his eyes and said, "Loyal ministers are not afraid of death!"

"you......"

Qin Zhang looked at him and gritted his teeth in anger, "I was blind and married to your old Qin family."

Qin Yu heard a little bit of a headache and understood the whole story.

He had known for a long time that something might happen sooner or later, the bad guy's character would happen.

If Emperor Wei had not been wise and knew that Bianyi's father was a loyal minister who dared to give advice, he would have been beaten up long ago.

Qin Yu had a headache. What a wonderful life, but he just had a hard-working father.

Today's events are just the fuse.

If you don’t want to solve the problem, your cheap father will be a little bit wearing small shoes, and maybe he will be exiled.

exile?

Qin Yu felt chill when he thought about it.

The punishment of exile is very harsh and makes people feel disgusted. Prisoners usually die on a displaced road and cannot support their destination.

Even if you arrive at your destination, it is a barren and malaria place, and you won’t die a bad death!

Think about this.

Qin Yu turned his head to look at Qin Wenyao and pondered: "Dad, I feel that you are doing right. Compared to expanding the army to attack the grassland, disaster relief is indeed more urgent."

In the late spring of this year, many places in the Great Wei Dynasty suffered severe disasters, and the people were living in poverty, and many victims even fled to Jinling City.

At this critical moment, expanding the army is indeed not a wise move.

Qin Wenyao was shocked and hurriedly said to Qin Zhang: "Listen, even a fool understands the truth, Your Majesty just doesn't understand!"

Qin Yu: "..."

Qin Zhang glared at him, "Is there anyone who said that to your son?"

"hehe......"

Qin Wenyao smiled awkwardly, "I'm a fool for a while, not a fool."

Qin Zhang snorted coldly, "He is His Majesty, the entire Wei Dynasty belongs to others. Whatever Your Majesty says is what you always compete with His Majesty? Hurry up and admit your mistakes and allocate the money to the Ministry of War, otherwise tomorrow

I will take my son back to Jiangnan!”

Jiangnan?

Qin Yu thought to himself, it was not unacceptable that the scenery in Jiangnan was beautiful and the girl was also beautiful.

However, it is not very righteous to throw away your father like this and wait to die.

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

Qin Wenyao widened his eyes and said loudly, "I am right, what am I wrong? Whoever likes to criticize this money will criticize me, and I, Qin Wenyao, will not criticize me if I die!"

"You..." Qin Zhang was so angry that he didn't know how to scold him.

Qin Yu thought to himself.

He knew that the character of a cheap father was better than to bend, and would rather be broken than to be broken.

If he thought he was right, he wouldn't recognize him even if the knife was placed on his neck.

The most important lieutenant in the Great Wei Dynasty.

Qin Zhang was scolding Qin Wenyao there.

Qin Wenyao snorted coldly and looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

Qin Yu ignored them and walked to the table to see the paintings that Emperor Wei returned.

This is a picture of ink plum blossoms drawn by Qin Yaowen himself. In the picture is a plum blossom tree growing by the pond.

Qin Wenyao was a famous saint in the Great Wei Dynasty. He was both outstanding in calligraphy and painting, but he had no talent for reciting poetry and writing, so he could be said to be extremely bad.

But this is normal, and no one can be proficient in everything.

Qin Wenyao and Qin Zhang were arguing fiercely.

Qin Yu turned his head to look at Qin Wenyao and pondered: "Dad, I can help you solve your first problem."

For the sake of the current plan, if you can't persuade the cheap father, you can only persuade Emperor Wei.

If this matter is not resolved, the Qin Prince's Mansion will not have a good life in the future.

Qin Wenyao was stunned and asked in confusion: "Can you solve the problem of reducing the vassal states?"

Qin Yu: "......"

Doesn’t Daiqi Dad think that reducing the vassal state is the easiest?

What logic?

Qin Yu had no choice but to say lightly: "No, the child can write a poem for this painting."

"Inscription of poems? Hahaha..."

Qin Wenyao subconsciously laughed, "You bastard are really nonsense! I would rather believe that you have a way to solve the problem of reducing the vassal states than believe that you can write poetry. How much do you have? Don't you know for your father?"

Qin Zhang glared at Qin Wenyao and said in a deep voice: "Yu'er said yes, then that's sure. Have you ever cared about Yu'er? You're so embarrassed to mock your own son here!"

Qin Zhang is very fond of Qin Yu and is extremely indulgent on weekdays.

After all, the eldest son is already very promising, so the second son can just enjoy life.

Qin Wenyao looked at Qin Yu with his eyebrows tightly locked, "Okay, look at the topic. Although my father is a half-hearted person for poetry and songs, you should still be rich in comments."

Qin Yu nodded, then walked in the hall in a fake manner, shaking his head and chanting, "The trees beside my inkstone pool are blooming with light ink marks. Don't praise the good color, just leave the clear air to fill the world."

This poem is implemented.

Qin Zhang's eyes widened and looked at Qin Yu in disbelief.

Qin Wenyao stood up in shock, looked at Qin Yu in amazement, and murmured: "Don't praise the good color, just leave the clear air to fill the world..."

He was so excited that he was about to cry.

This poem, coupled with his ink plum picture, is a true portrayal of what he pursues throughout his life!

This is too appropriate!

In his life, Qin Wenyao has always been motivated to be a number one counselor of the Wei Dynasty who offered loyalty, offend Yan Zheng's advice, was not afraid of life and death, did not flatter the world, and was innocent for a lifetime.

He really didn't expect that the person who knew him best was Qin Yu, the second-generation ancestor who only knew how to be addicted to wine and sex all day long.

Qin Zhang looked at Qin Yu and said excitedly: "Son, you...you are really successful. Is this poem really written by you?"

Qin Wenyao also reacted and asked seriously: "Son, how can you do whatever you do on weekdays, you can forgive you for being a father."

"But this is really not a joke. Is it true that you said you visited the great scholar today? Who wrote this poem?"

As the second generation ancestor of the Qin King's Mansion, Qin Yu naturally studied on weekdays, but he was not motivated and had no talent.

Qin Wenyao only hired a teacher and did not send him to the Imperial College.

But Qin Yu's poem really surprised him.
Chapter completed!