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"Sir 49, do you think this is strange?"

"How can there be a man who doesn't care about his wife stealing men?"

Mo Yan held her chin, and looked at the puzzled servant girl.

"Ling, you're too pure ~"

"Are there really no men in this world who don't care about being cuckolded? But a man is a good animal. "

"That old bastard Murong Nan must have used his own power to promise this old man something. That's why the husband would go against the rules and boast about his wife's good work! "

Ling Ling was enlightened. Covering his mouth, he said yes! Why didn't I think of it before?

Ink Yan stared out the window.

Under the dark background that was full of screens, the entire capital began to light up with scattered lights. As far as the eye could see, it was a large two-story villa. At the four corners of the house, bright lanterns were held, illuminating the edges like heated copper wire frames.

In Ling Ling's eyes, Ink Yan was lost in thought as she looked at the scenery outside the window. However, she shook her head strangely, and suddenly felt that Inkyan was just using the night view to think about something else.

At this moment, Ink Yan suddenly opened her mouth and murmured, "There are a lot of things you don't expect …"

"..."

Three kilometers away, at the Residence of the Prince of the South

The same low night, the first lights up

In the next dynasty, Murong Nan changed into casual clothes and sat in his study, facing his son across the large desk. Murong Nan's face was still swollen, his eyes showing signs of fatigue. The folds of the bags hanging below the eyes were much more obvious than usual. The candlestick in the corner crackled. The atmosphere in the study room became horrifying.

Mu Rong Xian looked at his father in shock.

Looking at Murong Nan continuously stroking the two small whiskers on his upper lip. After the left, the right. He then changed his hand and continued the endless cycle. Ye Zichen rubbed the tea table again and again.

It was obviously a small tea table for guests. The bottom was made of pure pine wood and was only painted on the surface with a layer of varnish. Anyone could easily admire the delicate lines of the tree's rings under the light's reflection.

On the pine table, two open tea bowls were quietly placed. On the base of the white porcelain, only a few strokes of pine branches were drawn on the cups and bowls. Looking inside, he only had a few mouthfuls of tea left. The water in the pool seemed to be covered in golden scales. It was mesmerizingly beautiful.

However, this bowl of tea was graceful, and the soup was fascinating. Mu Rong Xian had never forgotten that his father had yet to speak.

What should he do?

he thought uneasily. He wondered how his father would express his determination to break off all ties with Cousin Meng if he spoke up. They were all caught by their husbands and dragged to their parents' doorstep. They wanted to know if their dad would go crazy over such a scandal?

At this time, Murong Nan seemed to have finished pondering. He snorted a single syllable and was the first to ask.

"Xian'er, do you know why I kept you for this long?"

It's over!

Mu Rong Xian was shocked. He thought to himself that his father was really going to settle accounts after the fall!

In less than a day, he had first lost his Lanben, and then the matter with his cousin had been solved by his husband! If he didn't speak properly, then he would be the one to pull the person who would lose his life in the next second!

"Father! Father!" Mu Rong Xian tried his best to suppress his fear as he stammered, "I … I … I promise you … I … I will never provoke my cousin again!"

After saying so, he clasped his hands together and bent his body. From the looks of it, he was prepared to kneel down.

"Please give me another chance, Father?"

"A useless trash!"

Murong Nan brewed the atmosphere he had for a long time, and pondered it over and over again. He had originally hoped that under a series of attacks, his son's reaction to danger would be tested, and it would lay the foundations for his future achievements.

Who knows?

The other party was so scared that he nearly peed his pants, yet he was still begging the other party to let him off!

And this was his own son! Kiss your son! His own son!

"Since when have I been after you and your cousin?"

Murong Nan grabbed the inkstone on the table and smashed it down at his son! However, when he saw his son trying to dodge with difficulty, he hesitated for a moment and then hit Murong Xian's sleeve, causing a string of black flowers to bloom on the spot.

Mu Rong Xian was still confused and tried to explain, "When Sir Ran went out just now, didn't father promise him a promotion? Although his father had suppressed the crown prince, Murong Hao, in the end, he was still not the emperor. But how could it be so easy to upgrade a second rank official? "

"Father, how can you not care about such a painful price?"

Murong Nan scolded him again!

My Mu Rong family has been established for over 300 years! It had always been about the marriage of bloodlines! Don't say you don't get along with your cousin! Could the old loach in the palace be cleaner than you? "

"In ten years, he married four cousins, five cousins, and even one younger sister! "Compared to the old Loach family, son, what is it that you and Madam Meng can't figure it out?"

"Oh." Mu Rong Xian suddenly felt that his father was right. Fear receded a little, and another guess was made.

"But from today onwards, father has heard rumors about all of your family members being restless."

"In the past, they had all patted their chests in support of their father's claim as king. If this subordinate is unsettled now, won't it affect the progress of the great cause? "

Murong Nan simply snorted disdainfully! He did not put the issue in his eyes at all!

"Just a few minor officials. Is it strange for my wife to go to Gouge Court in the middle of the night to get a male pet?"

As he said that, his swollen face suddenly turned hot. He then reached for the drawer under the table!

WC, why did he want to write a diary again? No, no, no. Did he want to see what those little imps were saying to him?

However, after Murong Nan's finger touched the drawer three times, the thoughts in his head suddenly became a straight line. His eyes widened as if he had connected something and understood something. But he didn't speak.

"..."

After a long, long time, even to the point where his son almost thought that Murong Nan had senile dementia!

In the end, his beard suddenly stood up and he slammed the table as he stood up.

"49!" You shameless thing! "