Novel11 Chapter 516 Four literary masters, talks fail, fight!
Chapter 516 Four literary masters, talks fail, fight!
"Is Captain Mo using the method of provoking generals to make Ci Song take the initiative to plunge into danger?"
Ci Song stared at the housekeeper quietly, but the housekeeper always lowered his head and held Ci Song's hands in front of him, not daring to look at Ci Song.
"Ci Song is not a fool. Please tell Lieutenant Mo that if I don't see Yao'er in half an hour, I will demolish the Lieutenant's Mansion."
Ci Song spoke coldly, his tone full of solemnity.
When the housekeeper heard this, his expression changed slightly, then he hesitated, bowed his hands to Ci Song, and then turned around and walked into the Taiwei's house.
. . . . . .
In a courtyard of Taiwei Mansion, Mo Yao naturally heard Ci Song's previous words. She frowned slightly, her eyes full of worry about Ci Song.
"Father, Brother Ci Song has a deep love for his daughter. My daughter really can't bear any harm to him. Father, you should let your daughter see him."
Mo Yao's thoughts were fully understood by Mo Quan. He touched Mo Yao's forehead, full of affection: "Yao'er, your father naturally knows about the relationship between you and Ci Song. It's just your grandfather... Alas. ”
Mo Quan sighed. Now he was completely disappointed with his father. But as Taiwei Mo said before, he alone had the final say in the entire Taiwei Mansion. As the eldest son, he did not have much in the manor. The right to speak.
"I have decided that when today's matter is over, I will leave the Taiwei's Mansion."
Hearing this, Mo Yao looked at Mo Quan with some confusion and said, "Father, where are you going?"
"Go to Qingzhou. Your mother is buried there. I miss her."
There were tears in Mo Quan's eyes. He changed his tone and brought the topic out: "You don't have to worry about this, Yao'er. Father knows that your only concern in the Taiwei's Mansion is me. That's why you stayed here today." Here, as long as I leave the Taiwei Mansion, you will have much less worries in the future. "
"Father..."
"Yao'er, remember, even if you and Ci Song get married in the future, you must be a self-improving woman. You can treat Ci Song as your true love, love her, and rely on her, but you must never let yourself become just one. A woman who can rely on Ci Song to survive. As a father, I always hope that you can live a wonderful and happy life like your mother."
Mo Yao stared at Mo Quan blankly, the expectation and love in his eyes were ready to come out. For a moment, Mo Yao was speechless. It had been a long time since his father had communicated honestly and honestly with him like he did today.
"I'll go outside and take a look, and try to persuade your grandfather on the way. If he can't be persuaded, what happens next will depend on the confrontation between him and Ci Song."
After saying that, Mo Quan turned around and left. Mo Yao was the only one left in the courtyard. She looked at Mo Quan's retreating back, her eyes were red, and her vision was a little blurry.
. . . . . .
At this moment, four men stood quietly in front of the gate of the Taiwei Mansion. They were wearing uniform gray ink robes, and the hems of their robes swayed gently in the breeze, like ink ripples in the night. Although the four people are all wearing the same clothes, their age and temperament are very different, as if four pictures with different styles are juxtaposed.
The oldest man looked to be eighty or ninety years old. His face was covered with traces of time, and wrinkles were criss-crossing like ravines. Although his eyes were slightly cloudy, they revealed a deep light. He was holding an exquisite crutch, and just standing there revealed a calmness and calmness that had gone through many hardships.
The youngest man among them is similar in age to Shang Han and others, and has a mustache, which adds a bit of maturity and wisdom. He has a handsome face and bright eyes. Although he is still young, the literary aura exuding from him is no weaker than those of the older generation of writers.
"Is Captain Mo using the method of provoking generals to make Ci Song take the initiative to plunge into danger?"
Ci Song stared at the housekeeper quietly, but the housekeeper always lowered his head and held Ci Song's hands in front of him, not daring to look at Ci Song.
"Ci Song is not a fool. Please tell Lieutenant Mo that if I don't see Yao'er in half an hour, I will demolish the Lieutenant's Mansion."
Ci Song spoke coldly, his tone full of solemnity.
When the housekeeper heard this, his expression changed slightly, then he hesitated, bowed his hands to Ci Song, and then turned around and walked into the Taiwei's house.
. . . . . .
In a courtyard of Taiwei Mansion, Mo Yao naturally heard Ci Song's previous words. She frowned slightly, her eyes full of worry for Ci Song.
"Father, Brother Ci Song has a deep love for his daughter. My daughter really can't bear any harm to him. Father, you should let your daughter see him."
Mo Yao's thoughts were fully understood by Mo Quan. He touched Mo Yao's forehead, full of affection: "Yao'er, your father naturally knows about the relationship between you and Ci Song. It's just your grandfather... Sigh... ”
Mo Quan sighed. Now he was completely disappointed with his father. But as Taiwei Mo said before, he alone had the final say in the entire Taiwei Mansion. As the eldest son, he did not have much in the manor. The right to speak.
"I have decided that when today's matter is over, I will leave the Taiwei's Mansion."
Hearing this, Mo Yao looked at Mo Quan with some confusion and said, "Father, where are you going?"
"Go to Qingzhou. Your mother is buried there. I miss her."
There were tears in Mo Quan's eyes. He changed his tone and brought the topic out: "You don't have to worry about this, Yao'er. Father knows that your only concern in Taiwei's Mansion is me. That's why you stayed here today." Here, as long as I leave the Taiwei Mansion, you will have much less worries in the future. "
"Father..."
"Yao'er, remember, even if you and Ci Song get married in the future, you must be a self-reliant woman. You can regard Ci Song as your beloved, love him, and rely on him, but never let yourself become a woman who can only rely on Ci Song to survive. Your father has always hoped that you can live a wonderful and happy life like your mother."
Mo Yao stared at Mo Quan in a daze. The expectations and love in his eyes were about to burst out. For a moment, Mo Yao was a little speechless. It has been a long time since her father had a heart-to-heart and frank communication with her like today.
"I'll go outside and take a look. I'll persuade your grandfather on the way. If he can't persuade him, the next thing will depend on the confrontation between him and Ci Song."
After that, Mo Quan turned and left. In the courtyard, only Mo Yao was left. She looked at Mo Quan's back as he went away, her eyes were red, and even her vision was blurred.
. . . . . .
At this moment, four men stood quietly in front of the gate of the Taiwei Mansion. They were wearing the same gray ink-colored robes, and the hems of the robes swayed gently with the breeze, like ink-colored ripples in the night. Although the four men were wearing the same clothes, their ages and temperaments were very different, as if four paintings of different styles were placed side by side.
The oldest man looked to be in his eighties or nineties. His face was full of traces of time, and his wrinkles were crisscrossed like ravines. Although his eyes were slightly turbid, they revealed a deep light. He held an exquisite cane in his hand, and just standing there revealed a calmness and composure that had been through the frost.
The youngest man among them was about the same age as Shang Han and others, and had a mustache, which added a bit of maturity and wisdom. He had a handsome face and bright eyes. Although he was still young, the literary and Taoist atmosphere he exuded was not inferior to those of the older generation of writers.