Chapter eight hundred and eighty fourth unspeakable
Young Master Liu turned his back so quickly that everyone in the hall was stunned.
The moment he and others turned around, they could clearly see that he was menacing, and that he looked like he was going to launch an army to hold him accountable.
Sister Qi Yun and others glanced at the training stick in their father-in-law Liu Zhi'an's hand. They seemed to understand something, covered their mouths, lowered their heads and laughed softly.
The old saying is absolutely true, it’s just a matter of adding salt to the tofu, and one thing will be reduced.
My husband's domineering behavior is not only well-known in the capital, but also in northern Xinjiang. His words are like water thrown out, and few people confront him tit for tat.
But for such a domineering person, he was completely helpless in front of his father-in-law Liu Zhi'an.
Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes, but this roll of eyes was not for Young Master Liu, but for the bad old man Liu Zhian.
He covered his lips and coughed lightly, then raised his eyebrows at Liu Zhi'an a few times.
It was nothing more than a signal to my master to pay attention to his identity.
After all, the son's current status is different from the past, so if it were to spread, the Liu family's name would be the only one that would lose some face.
"Mother, Aunt Thirteen, and little sister, you are all back!
Why don’t you see Jiuniu, Jiang He, and his foreign wife?”
Mrs. Liu stood up cheerfully, walked to Liu Mingzhi and looked up and down at her son, whom she had not seen for a long time.
I am much thinner than before I left Beijing last time.
The tiredness that couldn't be hidden in her body made Mrs. Liu even more distressed.
Now that his son has proclaimed himself emperor, he seems to have unlimited glory and power, but only the son himself knows how much pressure he is under behind the scenes.
"Zhi'er, you're tired! Why don't you go make me a bowl of chicken soup? Jiang He has informed him that he's back, but he needs to arrange his troops before he can go to Beijing for the reunion. You don't have to worry."
"No, no, no, the baby is fine. I'm a little tired, but I'm tired, but not to the point of drinking chicken soup to replenish my body. Mother, please sit down!
I'm relieved that Jiang He is fine, but the war is in chaos and I can't care about him. I just want to know that he is fine."
"Hey, good boy, you sit down too!"
Helping Mrs. Liu to sit on the chair again, Liu Mingzhi also sat on the chair left for him.
He glanced around at the wives, children, and children in the hall. The folding fan in the hands of his relatives and friends Liu Mingzhi was shaking gently, his eyes became complicated, and he pursed his lips a few times. There were thousands of words in his heart, but he couldn't say a word.
Immediately, the atmosphere in the main hall fell into an invisible silence, which was more awkward.
All eyes fell on Liu Mingzhi, waiting for him to say something to break the awkwardness.
However, Liu Mingzhi just shook his folding fan quietly without saying a word.
His mind was also unstable and he didn't know what to say.
Liu Zhi'an put down the teacup in his hand, put it down and picked it up again. Only when the tea in the teacup bottomed out did Liu Zhi'an sigh softly.
"lady!"
"master?"
"You take the children and Thirteenth Sister to arrange some food, and I and you will go to the study to have a chat!"
Madam Liu had long wanted to do this, but due to the atmosphere in the hall being a little not right, she did not dare to speak directly for a while. Now that she heard Liu Zhi'an's instructions, she felt relieved and hurriedly stood up and waved to Qi Yunzhong.
Sisters, Liu Xuan, Bai Ling'er and other family members went to the backyard kitchen with me to work.
Sister Qi Yun also couldn't stand the somewhat depressing atmosphere in the hall. She nodded hurriedly, nodded to the father and son, and led their children out of the main hall.
The footsteps were chaotic, and in the blink of an eye, only Liu Zhi'an, Liu Dashao and his son were left in the hall.
Liu Zhi'an glanced at Liu Mingzhi, who was silent with his head lowered and his eyebrows lowered, waving his folding fan, then slowly stood up and followed in the direction of the study room in the inner courtyard.
"Let's have a nice chat, master!"
Liu Mingzhi nodded slightly, folded his folding fan and followed him.
There are some things that really need to be understood carefully.
After a few cups of tea, the father and son rushed to the study.
Liu Zhi'an sat on the main seat, poured two cups of herbal tea from the pot, and signaled Young Master Liu to help himself.
Looking at the eldest son who silently picked up the teacup and sat across from him, Liu Zhi'an had a look of relief in his eyes.
Thirty-four years.
It seemed like it passed in the blink of an eye.
From the moment this child was born and cried loudly, half his life has passed until today.
With your feet on the seven stars, you are the right one.
When other people's children are born, their parents are always happy, but when it's their turn, they are frightened.
In order to preserve the Liu family's foundation and his life, he had been tired of scheming from the moment he was born.
This calculation lasted for more than thirty years.
My best years have been wasted in these thirty-four years.
Now that he is well, his son has announced to the world that he has proclaimed himself emperor.
If you step on the seven stars, your destiny will be your destiny!
The burden that has been weighing on me for thirty-four years can finally be completely let go!
Recalling some of the mistakes he had made in the past few decades in order to accumulate strength and expand his strength, Liu Zhi'an couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Accumulate family property, recruit dead soldiers, make friends with powerful ministers, and get in touch with Li Zheng.
A road of death that should have been executed by everyone thirty-four years ago, but he was suddenly given a way to survive.
There is pride, and there is also fatigue.
Feeling the incomprehensible gaze of the old man staring at him, Liu Mingzhi put down the tea cup, turned to look at the dry tobacco bag hanging on the wall, stood up and took it out, skillfully put the tobacco on it, took out the fire stick and lit the candle, and then ignited the tobacco.
I took a few quick bites.
Liu Zhi'an raised his hand and waved the smoke in front of him: "Smoking less of these things will not do any good!"
Young Master Liu blew out a smoke ring silently and looked at Liu Zhi'an quietly: "Don't you take a puff occasionally? How long has it been since you last smoked?"
"I'm just trying to be fresh. Your mother doesn't like the smell and won't let me go to bed. I shouldn't be able to smoke ten times in a year."
It seems like the last time I smoked was two months ago. It was probably that long ago. I don’t even remember the specific time!
Let’s not talk about this anymore. Just take it less.
You'll know when your ladies won't let you in. Don't say I didn't remind you!
Don’t you have anything to ask?”
Liu Mingzhi knocked out the ash from the smoke pot, put the tobacco in again, lit the candle and took a deep breath, exhaling a cloudy breath with complicated eyes.
"Is it true that I stepped on the Seven Stars?"
"Yes, only I, your mother, and your aunt in our family know about this matter!"
"Where are the outsiders?"
"In order to find out why you stepped on the Seven Stars, Taoist monks are naturally indispensable, but there are only two people who really know about it.
One is the divine minister Li Buyi, and the other is his great-uncle Pu Zi!
But don’t worry, Buddhists and Taoists believe in things that cannot be revealed. This matter will not be spread. . . .
Haha... I'm confused. Now that you have proclaimed yourself emperor, what will happen if word spreads about it?
It will be better if everyone in the world knows that you are a destined person with seven stars on your feet.
At least it can reduce the negative impact of your rebellion and usurpation of the throne."
"Since it's a seven-star foot, why does it become a scar?"
Liu Zhian sighed quietly, walked to the window and stopped.
"When you were born......
Later, for some unknown reason, your destiny changed again. I finally let go and my heart rose again.
After all, rebelling and usurping the throne and seizing the country are not just things to talk about, the stakes involved are too great."
Liu Mingzhi looked at Liu Zhi'an's lonely figure, and his thoughts couldn't help but go back to that spring in the misty rain pavilion in the south of the Yangtze River fourteen years ago, in the 26th year of Xuande's reign!
Could it be that the change in his fate was due to his resurrection?