"Dad, what do you want to do? You beat up and you scolded. You kneel in front of my mother like this, do you think I'll forgive you for being dizzy and incompetent?" Wu Xuan sat cross-legged. There is no point in kneeling at all.

Wu Qun ignored Wu Xuan and gave incense to the patriarchs, but he alone did not give incense to Wu Xuan's mother.

"Old man, what do you mean?" Wu Xuan was angry, you either don't put on the incense, everyone is oh no, so all the tablets are there, and it's not a matter of her mother's.

Wu Qun still closed his eyes silently, completely ignoring Wu Xuan.

Wu Xuan stood up very hard and kicked the futon away. This is the ancestral hall, and he didn't dare to move other things. He secretly looked at Wu Qun, kneeling straight, but he didn't open his eyes to look at him.

"Old man, I'm talking to you." Wu Xuan shouted, but he didn't dare to run out, and roared beside Wu Qun.

Wu Qun opened his eyes and bowed three times to the ancestral tablet, then turned his head to look at Wu Xuan indifferently. I didn't feel at all that my incense kowtow was incoherent.

"You, you, what are you doing? Old man, I can tell you, I have asked Ping An to find my grandmother, and you can't beat me." Wu Xuan had never seen Wu Qun like this, as if he didn't exist.

Wu Qun sneered, moved over the small table, spread the paper, and started grinding.

Wu Xuan was immediately annoyed, and wanted to kick over the table, but he didn't dare. He just stared at Wu Qun and said, "I can't write a word."

Wu Qun grinded the ink, ignoring Wu Xuan's commotion, and when everything was ready, he picked up the pen and began to write silently. What he kept silent was the family motto of the Wu family.

Ups and downs, not long after the article was full, Wu Qun looked at the handwriting and nodded with satisfaction, the original handwriting is good, and his imitation skills are also good, this is also thanks to the first life, in In that war-torn era, he not only knew how to dispense medicines, but also learned to cultivate himself, and calligraphy was one of them. To write here, it will not be difficult for him.

I wrote an article very neatly, but before the family motto was finished, Wu Qun didn't lift his head to continue writing. Wu Xuan looked at Wu Qun embarrassedly and ignored him for a long time, sitting by the wall bored. .

Wu Xuan wanted to say something when he watched Wu Qun stop writing several times, but before he could say anything, he saw Wu Qun's pen again and didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

Finally seeing Wu Qun pick up the silently written family instruction and frown at it, Wu Xuan hurriedly got up and said, "Father, what are you doing?"

This time it is no longer "Old Man", and the title has changed to "Dad", but Wu Qun still ignored him, put down the paper in his hand, and continued to dictate the family instructions and practice calligraphy.

Speaking of which, it feels really good to practice calligraphy. Watching the beautiful characters "pop" out from under my hands, I feel so satisfied.

He Wu Qun has no other hobbies, so there is only such a small interest left.

"Father. I'm talking to you." Wu Xuan was sitting in the corner again, looking unremarkable. If his father would have picked up a stick and chased him away, this time his father didn't know what was sold in the gourd. Medicine, actually didn't beat him, didn't scold him, didn't even talk, didn't even ask questions, didn't even give him a look, which made him feel inexplicable panic.

If his father beat him and scold him, he would have a way to deal with it, but if he ignored it, he really had no choice, and he couldn't really run away. He leaned against the wall, dizzy and confused, and fell asleep after a while.

Wu Qun glanced at Wu Xuan, who was very indifferent and frowned. Is that corner of the wall a place where people can sleep? Forget it, don't let the child catch a cold, so he took off his coat and gently covered Wu Xuan's body.

"Old lady, please slow down, the master and the young master are here." Ping'an was sweating coldly on his forehead. This month, the weather is still very hot, but he can't get hot. The young master he serves has made too much trouble this time.

"Wu Qun, what the **** did you do to my grandson?" The old lady pushed open the door of the ancestral hall full of anger.

She was dumbfounded when she saw her. Her son was kneeling on the futon in an orderly manner, with a small table in front of him writing the family motto.

When the old lady pushed the door and came in, Wu Xuan woke up late, stared at the surroundings, and realized after a while, he was thinking about it behind closed doors, instead of sleeping here, hurriedly crawled to the tablet Kneel well. However, the clothes he was carrying by the hand looked familiar, and for a while, because of the dark face of his grandmother, he didn't care about it.

"Why did your mother come?" Wu Qun stood up and saluted, and stepped forward to support the old lady.

The old lady looked at Wu Xuan's previous appearance, and she was held back with distressed words. She looked at Wu Qun and said, "Quanzhi, what are you doing?"

The old lady can't say that Wu Qun treated her eldest grandson badly, but the eldest grandson really doesn't look like that. His father was kneeling there with Mo Jiaxun, but when his son was sleeping on the side, he was still in the ancestral hall of his ancestors.

"Mother, my son is introspecting. After so many years, I have not been a godson, and I have not been filial to you. My son feels guilty. He plans to resign and return to his hometown. It is not bad to be a member of the party." Wu Qun looked indifferent. said.

Wu Xuan heard this, how could this be possible?

"Father, you are dizzy and your brain is broken. You are still so young, how can you resign?" Wu Xuan was in this period, and even he was young and knew the importance of official positions. If he was not from the Shaoqing of Dali Temple Son, who still calls him brother? That's impossible. Their circles are all children of officials and eunuchs, and they don't bring them to play.

But don't underestimate the playboys, they are also divided into different categories, not everyone can play together.

"What are you talking about, bastard? Don't hurry up and make amends to your father." The old lady wanted to deal with the mud again. After all, the conflict between father and son would not look good.

"Mother, it's your son's unfilial piety. I've been thinking about this, or it's because of me, otherwise, how could Xuan'er grow up like this? Let's go back to our ancestral home." Wu Qun said that he was desperate, and there was no room for manoeuvre.

"Father, are you serious?" Wu Xuan was stunned. He didn't realize that his father lost his energy all of a sudden, but he found that his father was serious.

"Qunzhi, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother." The old lady looked at Wu Qun, who seemed to be ten years older for a moment, and her heart hurt, and she couldn't care about her eldest grandson at this moment.

"Mother, take Xuan'er back, I want to be alone, and I will resign from your majesty tomorrow." Wu Qun said weakly, and continued to kneel in front of the ancestral tablet, silently picking it up He got his pen and began to write silently.