Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

But then she smiled, the meaning of the smile was unclear: "The reason why my son insisted on blocking this marriage is actually because my brother already has a certain love in his heart."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

The elder brother's face turned pale and he pulled her, "Scorching sun!"

Finally looked at her.

The corner of Jiaoyang's mouth curled up, and while Prime Minister Sheng's eyes widened and he vomited blood, he turned to his brother and said, "Do you think Jiaoyang is right, brother?"

Although she curled her lips, there was no smile in her eyes. Looking at her brother's silence, she gradually understood something.

She still remembers the first time she saw him, she just thought that "the words and thoughts of a gentleman are like jade". Now it seems like it smells like jade!

The old man grabbed his brother's hand tightly, his eyes widened, and his voice was almost exhausted: "Yuzhi, dad just wants to ask you, will you accept this marriage or not?"

Jiaoyang was almost furious after seeing this. She had delayed this old man for so long, so why didn't he die?

The elder brother hesitated. He held it tightly again and his eyes widened: "Are you asking your father to die with his eyes open? Or do you want your mother and everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion to be buried with you for your selfishness? My son, that is an imperial edict. Do you want your parents to turn into wronged souls and evil ghosts after their death, and stay in the underworld forever?"

Sheng Xiang's tears fell drop by drop, causing those around him to shed tears too. His brother's eyes also turned red, and he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

Jiaoyang twitched the corners of her mouth and turned her head away.

Why, it's all her fault. She's the only one who's a heartless monster, right? Does she have to cry to prove her gregariousness?

"Yu Zhi, do you agree or not?" Sheng Xiang's arms grabbed his shoulders like iron pincers and kept repeating one sentence. His pupils were dilated and he could hardly see clearly.

Mrs. Xiang could no longer bear it. She put aside her usual image of being knowledgeable and sensible. She knelt down in front of her son, grabbed his collar, and shouted: "Son, please, just agree to this. As long as you agree to this It’s a matter of marriage, whatever you want to do in the future, your mother will not stop you. You can get close to whoever you want, and marry whoever you want to marry. He is your father! The person who has worked hard for more than ten years to raise you. Are you so cruel that you will let him die with his eyes open?"

Brother's eyes are red, they don't understand. They don't understand anything

"Mom, you get up first."

"Why do you want me to get up? Do you want me to die here before you let go?" Mrs. Xiang, with disheveled hair and messy clothes, has long lost her usual dignity. "That's an imperial edict, it's an imperial edict! You know how? Destroy the Sheng family!"

There were people kneeling around him, some crying, kowtowing, and some holding him tightly.

Sheng Yuzhi lowered his head, facing in the direction of his father, with silent tears: "Son, promise."

After the words fell, Jiao Yang opened his arms and was stunned, but the people around him cheered and jumped for joy, narrowly escaping from death.

"Master, master, did you hear that? Yu Zhi agreed." Mrs. Xiang immediately let go of him and moved to Prime Minister Sheng, crying until she couldn't stop crying.

"I promise, I promise." Sheng Xiang's pupils were dilated and he looked at the ceiling, as if he saw the unprecedented prosperity of the Sheng family, with a smile on his lips.

The most proud thing in his life is that he gave birth to an outstanding child like Yu Zhi. Unlike his younger brother, mud cannot hold up the wall.

Above his head, the ancestors of the Sheng family are calling him. In this life, he is worthy of his heart and the Sheng family!

"master!"

There were cries and shouts all around, but Jiaoyang's world seemed to be quiet.

She looked at the figure, turned around and ran out of the dormitory without even looking at the person on the bed.

"Jiaoyang!" Someone grabbed her, and Jiaoyang shook her off and ran out without looking back.

She came to her room and swept everything on the table to the floor, still feeling uneasy.

Jiaoyang kept throwing things, venting her inner anger, as if hearing those "pinging, banging, banging" sounds could calm her down.

Thinking of the scene just now, her eyes and heart were full of ridicule. She was angry with her brother, with her face paralyzed with anger, with everything in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and with everyone around her just now!

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure ran in from the outside. His expression was anxious, but after seeing her hand, it turned into fear and panic.

"Jiaoyang, what's wrong with you!"

She was accidentally cut when she was throwing something. She didn't care about it at all and only thought about throwing things.

Jiaoyang glanced in the direction of the visitor, and when she saw it was her mother, she twitched the corners of her mouth in a mocking manner.

Yes, how could it be him? He should stay next to the man who died long ago and be his filial son.

Thinking of this, Jiaoyang became more and more angry and threw another handful of porcelain. With a "pinging bang" sound, the blood on her hand was wiped away and spread all over the floor.

"Jiaoyang, don't you want your hand?" Her mother was frightened by her appearance and hurried forward, grabbed her hand and bandaged it for her.

Jiaoyang seemed to have calmed down, but her face was expressionless and indifferent.

The mother was a little scared. Looking at her daughter's reaction, she seemed to understand something, but the answer frightened her: "Jiaoyang, are you?"

Jiaoyang glanced at her, still with a cold face and said nothing.

My mother's face became increasingly pale: "I saw you getting close to him before, and since you are a girl, I thought you just had a good impression of him, similar to admiration for your brother, so I arranged for Prince Wang to meet you. We met, but my mother really didn’t expect it.”

Jiaoyang rubbed her temples with a headache and said distractedly: "Stop talking."

"Okay, okay, mother didn't say anything." Mother hugged her and couldn't stop her tears from flowing. "Jiaoyang, listen to mother and let him go. Mother has already said that they are not the same people as us. The world, we should not forcefully break into their world, the only one who will be hurt is ourselves. Let’s just regard this matter as a thing of the past and let’s turn the page. Isn’t it just a metaphor? There are many good men in the world. yes."

After hearing this, Jiaoyang became surprisingly quiet, and then smiled and said, "Mom is right, there are many men."

My mother was stunned for a moment, then nodded sharply with tears in her eyes: "Okay, my good mother will always be with you. We will be together, no matter what difficulties we can't overcome."

Jiaoyang smiled, stretched out her fingers, and wiped away the tears on A Niang's face.

But this matter can't be forgotten like this. Otherwise, who would she find to vent her anger when he made her angry, and who would bear her anger?

Sheng Yuzhi, I will never let you go in this life, until you die, until I die. If you want to be your filial son, if you want to be your wise minister, then you must bear my anger. So what if you have difficulties? Why should I bear your difficulties? If you give up, you give up. Never let go and never forgive!