Chapter 69: Taifu, how about marrying a good wife? (Seventeen)

In the autumn of the 14th year of Yuan Jing, the right-hand servant of the Shangshu province, Shedong Boyu, died of illness at the age of sixty.
Emperor Yuan Jing is impressed by his virtues, and he specializes in the grandson of East Boyu and the new science jinshi Dong Haoyang as the prince and grandfather, in order to continue the glory of his grandfather.
There is a sorrow in Dongfu.
"Mother, you have to take care of your body." Madam Dong couldn't stop crying. She supported the equally distressed Madam Dong and continued to comfort her.
Dong Haoyang was wearing a filial robe, kneeling in front of the Lingtang, sad in his heart.
Although he is not the true grandson of Dong Boyu, he has been loved by him for more than seven years.
Dong Haoyang respectfully saluted East Boyu's throne for three times to thank him for his years of cultivation.
At this time, Dong Wenbai led a woman into the Lingtang and behaved intimately, incompatible with the solemn Lingtang. This woman was Dong Zhe'an's mother, Shui Xirong. At this moment, she was holding Dong Wenbo's arm, and her whole body leaned on him.
Mrs. Dong saw the two of them look like this, and rolled her eyes angrily. If it wasn't for Mrs. Dong to give her gas quickly, I'm afraid she would just pass by.
After a long delay, Mrs. Dong opened her mouth tremblingly, and she was extremely sad. "You are an unfilial son, and your father has just left. Why are you hooking up with this fox spirit, and you even took her to defile the hall? Be clean! "
Dong Wenbo took a look at Dong Boyu's spirit, and took a nap subconsciously. Shui Xirong felt Dong Wenbai's arm tighter after feeling it, and said softly, "Fu Jun"
When Dong Wenbo heard Shui Xirong's soft voice, he immediately returned to God, could not help but straighten his chest, and his tone became stronger. He impatiently said to Mrs. Dong, "Xi Rong is my woman, where is What a fox, you are too confused. "
"You!", Mrs. Dong shook her arm and pointed at him. She was speechless for a long time. Mrs. Dong hurriedly consoled him and ordered the next person to let them find a doctor. Get angry.
The Lingdu, which was supposed to be quiet, is now noisy, Dong Haoyang's expression is a little cold, and there has been a sharp flash in the ever-expanding peach blossom eyes.
"You should come and guard your grandfather," Dong Haoyang stared at Dong Wenbo, not including a hint of temperature in his voice.
Dong Wenbo has always disliked his son. He was even more unhappy when he heard the words with a lesson.
"How do you talk to me! I do n’t know how your mother taught you, not even calling a father. I really do n’t know how to be polite, and I do n’t know how you were admitted to Jinshi this way." Chao Donghao Yang walked over and was ready to learn this lesson.
When his father was alive, he always petted this little bunny. He was too partial. He did n’t want to teach this unfilial son. Now that my father is gone, no one will support this little bunny. He must educate him what filial piety is!
Looking at Dong Wenbai's aggressive look, Dong Haoyang sneered and nodded towards Dong Boyu's spiritual position. "Grandfather also forgive me, grandson is also compelled."
As soon as Dong Haoyang's words fell, Dong Wenbo had come to him and a slap came.
A flash of cold light flashed in Dong Haoyang's eyes, and he grabbed his fanned hand, with a sharp twist.
"Ah !!!", Dong Wenbai knelt down on the ground in a strange posture, howling in pain, "You scumbag, let go !!!"
Dong Hao sneered, pulling Dong Wenbo's arm twisted behind him and throwing him out of the hall.
Dong Wenbo regained his freedom. He felt very annoyed at the scene of the humiliation just now. He wanted to fan Dong Haoyang with a black face, but was set in place by Dong Haoyang's cold eyes.
"You'd better be honest. I look at your grandfather's face and show mercy to your men. If you still do this, don't blame me." It wasn't until Dong Haoyang walked in again that he slowly slowed down.
"Why do you need me to invite you out?" Dong Haoyang said to Shui Xirong, who was still standing in the hall, his voice was cold as if it were nine winters.
Shui Xirong took a step back in fear, and then hurried out of the Lingtang, but somehow stepped on the air and fell down.
Although Dong Haoyang hid quickly, Shui Xirong's arm hit his feet.
The slight pain in his feet made Dong Haoyang frown, but he didn't care. He did not wait for Shui Xirong to get up, he pulled his feet out directly, turned back and knelt down before the futon.
Shui Xirong crawled up from the ground and walked out of the hall quite flustered.
Several people didn't look at her.
No one noticed the silver mang that flashed between her fingers under the sun. 2k novel reading network