Wishful Things

And listening to the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, Wu Jingming's scalp was so tense that it hurt like a thorn in his back... He had never heard anyone dare to talk to the old man like this! ——Not even the previous emperors, nor the current emperors!

Oh no, not right either...

It's not that no one has talked to his father like this, and some have even yelled at him...

But that's just one exception...

But now, can this ridiculously courageous brat understand the warnings in his eyes?

The stinky boy is looking at his father!

Wu Shizi's eyes have already made him doubt life.

"You can see everything clearly." Dingnan Wang looked at the young man with unshakable eyes, and said in a calm voice: "But you are wrong, no one can really control the situation, even if there is no Wu family. It's all a matter of time—”

All he did was to make that day come sooner!

"A Yuan, you need to be clear. You are not going to fight, but to take back what belongs to you in a legitimate way." The old man's voice was slow and loud: "Your surname is Xie, and your father is a descendant of the first emperor. The grandmother's family threw their blood for the great cause of the late emperor, and your mother is the eldest daughter of my Wu family!"

Wu Chao lowered his eyes slowly.

So, these identities doomed him not to be a so-called 'rebellious minister and thief'?

He understands that the aristocratic family pays attention to decency, even if they support the new king, they must learn from the famous one——

"The grandson just wants to ask his grandfather, if he acts according to his plan, the overall situation of the world will fall into an irreparable situation, and countless people will be buried with him..."

King Dingnan raised his eyes and interrupted the young man: "These are not things that you and I should consider now!"

"How dare you talk about kindness before a major event is accomplished? You have been familiar with the classics and history since you were young, and you have memorized the art of war of various schools. Have you ever seen someone who achieved a great event, and you relied on the four words of kindness and softness!"

The young man's jaw line was slightly tightened, and his outline became clearer and deeper: "With the ability in your hands, you have responsibilities on your shoulders. To take up the responsibilities that should be done, my grandson does not think it is soft-hearted. On the contrary, if you do all these things now I don't think it's any different from the one who harmed my biological mother because of a plan that I don't know the odds of winning, and disregarding the lives and deaths of innocent people in the world. I'm afraid it won't be much better than the current emperor's cure!"

"A Yuan!"

Wu Jingming was terrified when he heard this, and he scolded: "You need to be careful!"

The boy pursed his lips.

King Dingnan's gaze was firmly fixed on the young man's face, and he asked almost word for word: "Do you have to hit your head and bleed before you give up—"

The young man's eyes were still firm: "Then you can let your grandson bump into it. The grandson has grown up, and he should have to suffer from his choice."

In terms of the odds of success or failure in the overall situation, he really has no way to say that his grandfather must be wrong. At this age, his grandfather has seen and experienced far beyond what he can compare, and the road he paved may also be the safest.

But he couldn't agree with the considerations behind this approach—and he couldn't persuade himself to do something that he didn't even agree with.

"..." King Dingnan closed his eyes and breathed out a long breath of foul air soundlessly.

After a while, he said: "Since I can't convince you, then you can go back."

Wu Chao got up and saluted: "Grandpa is exhausted from traveling and traveling, and needs to rest well. If grandson says something inappropriate, it's just a matter of fact. Please forgive me, grandpa. Don't take it to heart."

King Dingnan opened his eyes and looked at the saluting young man, nodded slightly: "Go back."

"Yes, my grandson will leave."

The door of the study room was closed, but King Dingnan gradually lost his mind.

A Yuan already knew about his life experience, but since he stepped into the study, he has never mentioned half a word, and his whole person is the same as usual, and what he talks about is the real business——

At this moment, King Dingnan couldn't say whether he was more pleased or more emotional.

This child is too stubborn, but also too sensible, even though it is contradictory, it is true.

His A Yuan is so sensible that he doesn't look like a child at all.

For such a big matter, I don’t even ask him a single word now, as if everything is clear to me, and there is no need to question why he is hiding it. There is no anger, no injustice, no complaints, and there is nothing a child should have. lost.

"Father... you drink tea to calm down..."

Wu Jingming changed a cup of warm tea with his own hands and held it in front of King Dingnan.

King Dingnan ignored it.

Wu Shizi had no choice but to continue to hold it, and persuaded in a low voice: "Ah Yuan is still young..."

But King Dingnan got up from behind the desk and said, "I think he looks more like an adult than you."

Wu Shizi was stunned when he heard that.

Father's tone...why didn't he seem to be angry with A Yuan, but...appreciated it?

more grown up than him...

It must be known that he has satisfied his father so much, and A Yuan is more like an adult than him, so what is it if his father is not a compliment?

Father was not angry.

Or, more of a recognition...

Wu Jingming breathed a sigh of relief, and then he continued: "Ah Yuan was taught by you personally, and in some ways he looks like the eldest sister... Naturally, it is not comparable to a son who grew up carelessly."

When he was young, he was not as honored as A Yuan to be raised by his father himself, so he occasionally thought that the reason why A Yuan only treated his father with respect but not fear was because he was closer to his father and knew him better than him?

King Dingnan came to the window, raised his hand and opened a window.

Wu Jingming followed and said in a low voice: "Father... son has something to say, I don't know whether to say it or not..."

As a father, he just praised A Yuan, and he wouldn't do it for no reason——

"Then don't talk about it." Dingnan Wang looked at a clump of bamboos outside the window, and didn't bother to pay attention to his son's noise.

"..." Wu Jingming laughed dryly, "Son, after thinking about it carefully, I think it's worth talking about..."

"Father will never make mistakes..." Wu Shizi expressed his desire to survive in every sentence, and all he said were probing on the edge: "Although A Yuan is a bit aggressive, it is not necessarily unacceptable. Yes, the thoughts of young people, sometimes carefully pondered...but there are some unique things..."

King Dingnan smiled inexplicably.

never go wrong...

In this world, who dares to say that he will never make mistakes?

...

The drizzle is like silk, which wets the autumn that is first exposed between the sky and the earth.

In the Xuesheng Teahouse, in the half-open window, Xu Mingyi, who had just sat down for a quarter of an hour, was holding the hot tea from Wu Chao in his hand, and was quite surprised when he heard that.

Although he blurted out, he did not forget to lower his voice: "My lord... came to the capital?"

This prince is naturally Dingnan King Wu Jun.

"Well, I just arrived yesterday."

"...Are you going to arrest you and return to Ningyang?" Xu Mingyi looked at the young man seriously, and seeing that his eyes were faintly tired, he asked, "Have you been scolded?"