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Ever since the Peony Blossom Meet, Wen Zheng acted like a different person when he returned home. He spent the whole day drinking and feeling depressed, and Master Wen saw that, so he kept it in his heart. If he was still the same as before, Master Wen would only shake his head, but now, he was worried, although he always wanted his son to change, how could he have known that his son would change so much. The servants in the Wen Mansion were also worried. Usually, people were all laughing and laughing, but they had never seen one before, right? But now, if someone said ten sentences to him, he could reply with a single sentence, and the servants were also worried for him.

In the middle of the month, the round moon emitted a faint light. It lacked any warmth, just like a righteous mood. "Drinking is not enough for everyone to get drunk ? drinking is more suitable to ease their worries." This brat began to recite a poem worriedly. Master Wen's heart hurt when he heard that. He just didn't like Wen Zheng's personality in the past. Now that Wen Zheng had made a 180 degree turn, he realized that the Wen family had gotten used to Wen Zheng's PZ temper. But this kid is full of literary talent, how come I didn't notice him before? " Master Wen muttered to himself.

Wen Zheng didn't know that his father was looking at him and continued to sing. "How much trouble can you have? It's like a group of eunuchs going up to a brothel ?"

"Putong ?" A loud sound disturbed Second Young Master Wen's mood as he recited a poem. He turned his head and saw his father climbing up from the ground with his face covered in dirt. "Old Master Wen, why did you come here to beat the hell out of here?" Wen Zheng asked in confusion. Wen Zheng had never called her father before. Mother, he was always called Old Master Wen, Old Lady Wen. At first, he wasn't too happy about it, but gradually he got used to it.

"No ? I'm fine. I accidentally slipped and fell." Master Wen quickly replied. He did not want to say that he had heard Wen Zheng's "philosophical" poem and fell down. Otherwise, he would be even more depressed.

"Oh, at your age, you came all the way to the back garden to skate, who do you think you're going to hit if you don't? "What a ?" Wen Zheng was still making sarcastic remarks.

Wencun didn't care about it. If Wen Zheng didn't say so, he would care about it. Wen Tong changed the topic. "Second Brother, how have you been recently? Why is it so abnormal? "Tell Daddy, will you?"

"What can I do for you? It's just that I suddenly feel that something is amiss. I didn't expect that I would have such a bad impression in people's hearts. Tell me, did you make a mistake when you gave birth to me? It makes me unpopular. " Wen Zheng asked.

"Hey, son, I've worked hard in the business world my whole life and have let you go. If I had cared more about you when you were young, how could you have ended up like this? Wuu wuu, I'm sorry! " As he spoke, tears began to roll down his cheeks.

When Wen Zheng saw this, he sighed and comforted her. "Aiya, you're not young anymore. Why are you crying? Don't cry ? Be good."

"Master Wen, I have something to tell you. Don't cry yet." Wen Zheng said.

Wentong stopped bawling and asked doubtfully, "What is it that makes you so mysterious?"

"Tell me, did I give you a lot of dust over all these years?"

"You want to hear the truth?"

"It's true!"

"Yes!" However, I know what's on your mind. If you really were a dissolute disciple, you wouldn't be carrying us on your back and going through all those hardships to cultivate your true qi and martial arts. "

"You ? you know all about it?" Wen Zheng was shocked. All these years, he had been secretly cultivating and thought that other than the Heavenly Dao that he had never seen before, no one else knew that he had martial arts. Unexpectedly, Master Wen just never mentioned it.

"You are my son, how could I not know?"

"Plop ?" Wen Zheng kneeled down in front of him.

"Father, your son has lived for more than twenty years and has nothing better to do, yet you dare to give your father face? Your son is unfilial, and your son swears that in the future, I will do things properly. From today on, Wen Zheng will die, and I will be your son again." Wen Zhengzheng swore like Master Wen.

"You can pull it down. I'm over 60 years old this year, and it's even giving birth to a ghost ? wait ? what did you just call me?!" Wentong started to talk when he suddenly remembered something. He grabbed Wen Zheng's arms and asked.

Wen Zheng's hands ached from being grabbed, but he still said in confusion, "Father ? Father ?"

"Ah ? Madame, come quickly. Second brother is calling me father." Wen Tong was indescribably excited when he heard Wen Zheng call him father.

In less than a day, the entire Cao Zhou City knew that the Wen Family's Second Young Master was going to change his mind. Not because of Wen Zheng, but because he was happy for Master Wen. Wen Tong was already a Bodhisattva in Cao Zhou City.

For this purpose, Wentong even set up a banquet for the officials and some of the nearby celebrities in order to announce that his son had changed his mind.

Just as everyone was enjoying their meal, the steward came to report that someone from the palace had arrived. While pondering about what the people from the imperial court were doing, Wentong hurried out to welcome them. Offending someone from the palace could only be described by one word: courting death.

"Master Wen, recently the Emperor obtained a priceless ancient painting in the East Ocean Continent. It was the real work of the famous painter Tang Yin, but a few days ago, he was unlucky enough to have it stolen by a thief and only left behind three words: I have come. "Or ? the Wen family has thirty to forty people, right?" The moment the bizarre eunuch entered the hall, he immediately went straight to the point. It was clear that if they were unable to find the painting, the lives of the entire Wen family would be in danger.

"Alright ? alright. This commoner will definitely catch up with the painting. May this eunuch tell the emperor so that he can be at ease." "Eunuch still hasn't eaten, right? Please take a seat and eat this commoner's simple food." There was nothing Wen Tong could do. Although he had a high status in the martial arts world, he could not offend the big red man in front of the emperor. He could only nod and agree.

"Father, let your son go. In less than a month, I will definitely bring the treasure back." Wen Zheng said.

"Oh, who is this? White and clean. So cute. You talk big, how many experts in the palace have not been able to catch up with you for half a year, and yet you, a little kid, dare to speak so arrogantly? Fine, I'll give you two months, if you can't find me, hmph, the Wen family's little life is in your hands. " The eunuch said in disgust.

"Hmph, I said that we won't be able to find each other in a month. I said that we'd meet again after a month!" When Wen Zheng saw him, he felt disgusted. When he spoke, he ignored his father's gaze and spoke without any trace of politeness.

"Alright ? alright ? However, even if you can't find it, I don't want your life. It's just that you have to promise me, if you can't find it, then you have to cut off your roots. However, if you can't come back after a month, then this crime of bullying the sovereign ? hehe, I'm afraid that the Wen family will ?" The eunuch's words were rude, and everyone in the hall sucked in a cold breath of air.

However, Wen Zheng's words were even more vicious than his own. "Fine, I promise you. But you also promise me that if I find you, you will tie your roots together ?"

The eunuchs were stunned for a moment, and then they recovered, not daring to laugh. The eunuch's face turned the color of a pig's liver, and after holding in his anger for a long while, he uttered two words, "You're ruthless!" "Humph!" With a wave of his sleeve, he did not eat any of the Wen Mansion's coarse tea nor did he eat any of the plain food. He turned around and left.

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