As soon as the visitor said this, his identity became self-evident.
Naturally, he is Liu Dashao's mentor, and his grandfather is on the side of his wife, Wenren Yunshu.
The former Heavenly Sword Master heard about Ren Zheng.
Liu Yulan looked at Wen Renzheng with a blank expression, and did not react to what he said for a while.
Wen Renzheng looked at his dazed daughter-in-law, reached for the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.
"Daughter-in-law."
"Ah? Old man?"
"Why are you stunned? I asked you to invite Shu'er and his family of three in."
"Yes, my daughter-in-law knows."
Liu Yulan responded to Wen Renzheng's words, but did not take any action.
Instead, he looked hesitantly at Wen Renxuanhe, who was sitting by the flower bed, covering his chest with his hands and breathing heavily.
Wen Renzheng nodded and took a sip of herbal tea. Seeing his daughter-in-law's hesitant expression, he followed her gaze and looked outside the pavilion.
"Daughter-in-law, look at what that little bitch does, let him do it alone.
If your son-in-law dares to say no in front of this old man, today next year will be the day when your daughter-in-law will burn a paper grave for him.
There is an old man here to guard you, so go ahead and invite Shu'er and his family of three to come in."
Liu Yulan withdrew her gaze and hurriedly shook her head at Wen Renzheng.
"Old man, my daughter-in-law is not afraid that he will not agree with me, but she is a little worried about his physical condition.
Your volley kick just now won't do anything good for him, right?"
"Hey, it turns out that my daughter-in-law, you are worried about this.
Then you don't have to worry at all, the turtle's skin is thick and tight, and he can withstand beatings very well.
He'll be fine after a while, so just go ahead."
"Yes, my wife will feel relieved there.
Old man, please sit down for a while, and my daughter-in-law will go and bring Shuer and the others in."
Liu Yulan turned around and was about to leave, but Wen Renzheng suddenly stopped her.
"Daughter-in-law."
Liu Yulan immediately paused in her steps and turned towards the old man with a confused expression.
"My daughter-in-law is here, sir, what else do you have to do?"
"Daughter-in-law, you invite them in, not bring them in.
Although Liu Mingzhi is the husband of this girl Shu'er and your son-in-law, he is also the current emperor and the king of a country.
The reason why he salutes you as a junior is because of his love for this girl Shu'er.
However, this does not mean that you can accept it calmly and not care.
It should be noted that the imperial dignity cannot be violated lightly.
Especially if this is your first meeting, and you don’t know each other well, you should pay more attention to your manners and behavior.
After we get to know each other, how we should get along with each other will be discussed later.
Now, you still need to pay attention to what you should pay attention to.
Don't get a reputation for not knowing etiquette for no reason.
Go ahead."
After Liu Yulan was silent for a moment thoughtfully, she bowed to Wen Renzhengfu.
"My daughter-in-law understands. Master, please wait a moment. My daughter-in-law will come back as soon as she goes."
"Old Tao, let's go."
"Yes, please, ma'am."
Wen Renzheng watched his daughter-in-law disappear around the corner under the corridor, silently fiddled with the tea lid in his hand, and turned to glance outside the pavilion.
"You bastard, why don't you get over here."
Wen Renxuanhe stood up and straightened his messy clothes, then walked towards Wen Renzheng who was sitting in the pavilion with a stiff expression.
"Dad, long time no see."
"Haha, it turns out you still know!"
"I haven't seen you for so many years. How is your old body?"
"You're damn blind. Can't you see for yourself?"
Wen Renxuanhe's face froze, and he didn't know what to say next after being retorted by his old man.
Seeing the stiff expression on his son's face, Wen Renzheng snorted a few times with an unkind expression. Without saying anything else, he picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup of herbal tea.
Wen Renxuanhe also noticed that the atmosphere in the pavilion seemed a bit awkward. He raised his hand and patted the footprints on his chest. He walked to the stone bench and sat down on the stone bench with a sullen expression.
"You are full of energy and look much better than me. You should be fine."
"Does it have anything to do with you whether my health is good or not? Does it have anything to do with you as much as half a copper?
What kind of leisure are you doing here? Are you full after eating?
Let's go for a walk when we're full. Where's the fart wandering around here?
Does it show that you are good-looking?
what."
Wen Renzheng's words one after another once again choked Wen Renxuanhe until he was speechless.
"I."
Wen Renxuan looked at his old man with twitching eyes, wanting to say something but couldn't.
"What are you? Just say what you want to say?"
"what did I say……"
"Stop talking, as soon as I hear you speak, that's enough."
Wen Renxuanhe almost couldn't breathe, and suddenly he held his neck and groaned a few times.
"Hang Chi~Hang Chi~"
"I...oh...hi..."
Wen Renxuanhe sighed and picked up his dry tobacco bag from the table, took out the fire stick and lit the filled tobacco.
He glanced at his unhappy old man with a bitter look, stood up and squatted next to the stone bench, holding the eyes in his hands and puffing softly.
Since you, your old man, think everything I say is wrong, then I can just smoke quietly, right?
Hey, if I smoke, it’s not wrong if I don’t speak.
It's a pity that when you don't like someone, it's wrong for him to even gasp.
Not to mention smoking.
Wen Renzheng dropped the bottomed tea cup on the stone table, raised his hand and patted it heavily on the table.
"You unfilial thing, don't you know that this old man likes this too?
You know how to smoke it yourself, why don't you give me some for the old man?"
Wen Renxuan and Bu Zou started coughing uncontrollably, with a thin stream of smoke rising from their mouths and noses.
"Pfft... cough cough cough... cough...
Come...ahem...come...just come..."
He replied with a breathless voice, and hurriedly stood up and brought his pipe to Wen Renzheng.
Wen Renzheng took out the tobacco from his waist, pinched out a handful of shredded tobacco and filled it into the pot.
To be continued...