Shen Qingxuan's walking ability has recovered, which is a good thing. When he walked to his father's eyes, he keenly realized that there was joy and excitement in his father's eyes, but he was not surprised. Yes, no. But he was very sure that no one knew about this matter except him and Yi Mo. Shen Qingxuan had doubts. After the doubts, he looked at Yi Mo beside him. There was no expression on Yi Mo's face, and he looked at Chen's father. With just one glance, Shen Qingxuan understood everything. Although it was not detailed enough, the information he got was enough. After a long period of intimacy, he had learned how to distinguish emotions on Yi Mo's face. This is the ability that only the closest people have.

He lowered his eyes and Shen Qingxuan said nothing. His father did not show any strange expression. Then he posed for a drink and celebrated. Like Shen Qingxuan's ability to speak, relatives and friends all posted a post to invite him to his home, and he would not return without getting drunk.

After three days of the banquet, Shen Qingxuan took a break and went to his father's study at night. Without saying a word, he knelt down quietly.

Chen's father sat behind the table and looked at his son who came to apologize. He felt quite relieved. Fortunately, he finally knew that he was coming to apologize, but he did not regret it.

As a father, he always hopes that his son will be good. Few parents in the world will look forward to their son's steps forward, and he is no exception. Although he doesn't mind adopting a child with a combination of a human demon as a grandson, it does not mean that his son will be married to a monster. Besides, that monster is still a male demon. Chen's father doesn't even need to ask about the matter on the bed, and he knows that his son is inferior to others. With this matter alone, Chen's father has already felt humiliated and lost his face.

Now that his son is willing to come and apologize, as long as he is willing to repent, the father is not a narrow-minded person, so of course he can leave the blame.

Chen's father picked up the teacup, drank a sip of tea to moisten his voice, and said softly: "Since you are here, get up and talk."

Shen Qingxuan lowered his head, but did not move at all.

Chen's father's eyelids twitched, "Is it possible that I was wrong?"

Shen Qingxuan then raised his head, with no slight sensation on his face, and asked, "What did my father think?"

As soon as he asked, Mr. Shen knew that some things were not as simple as he thought. Yes, how could he forget that when his son was five years old, he went to the martial arts master's house to play. He caught a sparrow in the yard for a trap designed, and lay in the yard for a day until he caught it. He has been like this since he was a child, and how could he give up easily when he grew up?

After pausing for a moment, Mr. Shen said, "What I think is that you are in good health now, it's time to give birth to a grandson for me."

"Father forgot." Shen Qingxuan said quietly: "You already have a grandson. He can climb in March and walk in May. He has already walked as fast as a fly in June. He speaks clearly. If you teach well, your future will not be measured."

"After all, it's not a relative or grandson, there's a difference between inside and outside." Mr. Shen said.

"My father has never taught me like this. I only remember my father saying that people only distinguish between good and evil, good and bad, and there are no dissidents inside and outside. Could it be that the child remembered it wrong?"

Shen Qingxuan answered the answer, and Master Shen choked for a moment, and finally became a little angry, "Your voice is healed, and you will learn to talk back to your father? Have I taught you these things?"

"The boy dares not." Shen Qingxuan said, bowing his lower body and kowtowed respectfully, "Please punish my father."

Seeing his appearance, Chen's father didn't know what to say for a moment. He stared at him and didn't say anything.

Shen Qingxuan was also silent for a moment, and finally bowed his body again, kowtowed again, and said in a more intense tone: "Please punish me, my father!" This time, he forced him.

Their father and son have always had a harmonious relationship. Hearing this, Chen's father was shocked and asked in disbelief: "Take it serious?"

"Take it seriously." Shen Qingxuan said.

Father Chen called the housekeeper and asked for family law. He did not allow anyone to argue with the truth, but just beat him hard!

The ruler hit the back, and Shen Qingxuan said nothing.

The more he gritted his teeth and looked calm, the colder Mr. Shen's heart became. They had never made it clear, but they had already explained each other's attitudes clearly. Mr. Shen traveled around the world, and such a stubborn person had seen it. He knew it would be useless to kill him, and his heart became even colder, like falling into an ice cave. This is his son! - For a monster, he did not hesitate to disobey his relatives and ask for his family's laws. Everything he did was just to tell his father that for the sake of that monster, he would not care about life and death, and even his relatives!

The ruler finally stopped, Shen Qingxuan's back was covered with blood, his face was as white as paper, and his sweat kept falling, falling on the ground, forming a small puddle.

Chen's father waved his back and held a ruler, hung it above his head, and asked coldly: "I only ask you, can you change it?"

"Father," Shen Qingxuan paused and smiled: "You once said that I am very similar to you." He also entered the business district for several months, understood the rules of negotiation in his heart, and knew how to control people's hearts. Just a soft word blocked Chen's father's speechlessness. Sometimes, the seemingly most insignificant sentence is enough to make his opponent tinnitus and dizzy. Even if the goal is not achieved, it can soften people's hearts.

Chen's father was stunned on the spot, with an almost indescribable complex mood, with sourness, relief, anger, and pity. The ink blackboard ruler in his hand could no longer fall.

Shen Qingxuan lowered his head, as if waiting for a verdict, without a stubborn and unyielding attitude, because he knew that it would only anger the other party, so he was neither humble nor arrogant and bowed and kowtowed.

His forehead fell heavily on the hard rock floor, making a dull and muffled sound.

This is the son's request to his father, limited to the heights and inferiority between them, and there is nothing else. There has never been a trace of hesitation.

Chen's father fell down the ink ruler and walked to the window. He didn't know how long it took to stand before his mood calmed down. Looking at the stars in the sky outside the window, he finally said, "If you convince your mother, I will ignore you again."

Shen Qingxuan crawled on the ground, raised his head when he heard the sound, looked at his back, and said in response: "Thank you for your goodbye." He kowtowed again before getting up and leaving.

That night, the Shen family's house exploded. Everyone knew that the eldest son was beaten, but no one knew why the master beat him.

Chen's mother had known this news, but she didn't expect that he was beaten like that, with the flesh and blood on her back sticking to silk cloth, and she couldn't even peel it off. Mrs. Chen sat in the room, and tried her best to take care of her husband and children for a long time, and she had no mistakes. Her son was once withdrawn, and she couldn't help but talk and agreed to him to live in the mountains. The mother and son were separated for many years. After finally coming back, she was beaten. There was no reason before the beating, and there was no explanation after the beating, which made her not angry.

She was originally a gentle and hard-working person on the outside. She came back from Shen Qingxuan's room and summoned the maid, served her to change into a light dress and put on a gorgeous dress. She also took out the jewelry she wore during the ceremony and wore it carefully. She then went to the study room, respectfully saluted Mr. Shen, and then knelt down without saying a word.

Mr. Shen was already exhausted and felt depressed. When he saw his wife coming in, he did not ask for advice, but he was exactly the same as his son. He knelt down and said nothing, and forced him silently. Mr. Shen stood up and walked up to her, pointing to the woman who was passing by the young couple, and laughed angrily: "He said that he was following me, but he turned out to be lying to me. You mother and son are really exactly the same. They are all here to force me today."

Mrs. Chen raised her head: "The master is the head of the family, who dares to force her? If you don't teach her children, it is the mother who is tragic. Qingxuan has been beaten, so naturally he cannot escape the mother." Although he was slow, he spoke in a stern manner and had a stubborn and proud heart. This is the first time that Mr. Shen was attacked by her for accountability in so many years of marriage. He was at a loss for a moment. He stared at him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I didn't talk nonsense." Mrs. Chen raised her pointed and white jaw that was properly maintained and sneered: "It's just coming to learn the family law."

Mr. Shen stomped his feet, "It's so good!" He picked up the blood-stained ink blackboard ruler and acted to beat him.

But Mrs. Chen took out a piece of paper: "After the fight, please sign and copy."

"What is that?" Mr. Shen realized something was wrong and calmed down a little.

"Disclaimer." Mrs. Chen spread the paper and spread it to the ground, "I am not virtuous for my wife and have no way to educate my children. Today I will be able to follow the family rules and be willing to be retired and expelled from the Shen family."

Mr. Shen choked in his throat and couldn't get up. His face turned red. The ink ruler fell to the ground with a clang.

Mrs. Chen was also very angry. She raised the volume and repeated it aloud: "Please punish me!" The voice was straightforward and her spirit appeared.

That sound was determined. Mr. Shen was frightened and the tone that was choked in his throat came over. Looking at her for a while, he finally sighed, walked over and squatted down and said, "You feel wronged, I know."

Mrs. Chen looked up at him, then lowered her head, obviously her anger was not gone.

Mr. Shen held her shoulder and laughed: "How many years have you been married? Only then did you remember to be angry with me, why bother?"

Mrs. Chen didn't give in and said in a stern voice: "Yes, it's been so many years since the couple, and then I remembered to hit me?"

Mr. Shen was ridiculous and shook his head, "Forget it, I know you are not convinced. You must know this... but you can't rub the sand in your eyes. If you know, you may be more ruthless than me..."

Mrs. Chen is also a smart person. You only need to think about it and you will know that there is something in this sentence. I just can't believe it, "Is it Xuan'er?"

"Get up..." He helped his wife get up, and the couple walked to the table to sit down. Mr. Shen said, "You drink some water first, I'll tell you slowly..."

Just one hour later, Mrs. Chen walked out of the study and returned to her room. Her face was cold and she could see anger.

The next morning, the girl rushed to Shen Qingxuan's southern courtyard and sent a message: Mrs. ask the eldest master to speak.

Shen Qingxuan was lying on the bed at this time. The doctor had just changed the medicine for him and wrapped it in white cloth to recuperate. After hearing the maid's message, Shen Qingxuan opened his eyes and looked straight at the carved flowers beside the jade pillow. He sighed and said that he was going to suffer again. Alas, at least he would have to rest for a few days, right? Why do you say that he is a weak scholar?

After getting up and putting on his clothes, Shen Qingxuan was supported by the maids and rushed to his mother's room.

The pain in his spine made him sweat a lot along the way. The sweat wet the wound again, and the blood leaked again to dye the white cloth red. When he arrived at his mother's yard, his light blue robe was also printed with red.

The girls supported him, and when Shen Qingxuan knelt down in front of Mrs. Shen, they exclaimed and pointed at his back: "Young Master, the wound is bleeding again!"

Chen's mother walked over and took a look. Naturally, she felt distressed. In addition to her heartache, she was more angry. She stepped back to the chair and asked word by word: "What your father said is true. Did you wrongly accuse you?"

Shen Qingxuan was silent for a moment and replied, "The child has no grievances."

"So, did you admit it?"

"yes."

"I feel bad for the customs!" Mrs. Chen frowned and scolded him hatefully: "I insult my family tradition!"

Shen Qingxuan knelt there and said calmly: "Yes."

Mrs. Chen was so angry that she threw the teacup into anger by his appearance, "Do you change it?"

Shen Qingxuan refused to answer.

"If you change, I can still let you go. I will make a marriage for you tomorrow. From now on, you will take care of the family business at home, get along well with your wife, and give birth to a son and half a daughter..."

"Mom." Shen Qingxuan cut off her words and said a little colder: "So what if you don't change?"

"If you never repent, I will expel you from the house. From now on, the Shen family will have no eldest son!"

"Although my mother has the style of a woman, the Shen family is now in charge of the son. Even the father has no idea of ​​expelling this matter. My mother is a woman who marrys her husband and follows her husband to die. How can she have such a disobedience?!" Shen Qingxuan raised her eyes and said ruthlessly, "Can you die as a father!"

Mrs. Chen froze in place and shouted angrily: "Rebellious!"

Shen Qingxuan looked at her and suddenly laughed: "The child is unfilial, please punish her mother."

"Okay," Chen's mother covered her chest, "I can't drive you away, but she can beat you. Today I will beat you to death. I will apologize to the ancestors of the Shen family in the future!" After speaking, she called the slave, came in with a stick, looked at her son kneeling there, and asked again: "Is it a mistake to kill, or is it changed?"

"How could my mother not know?" Shen Qingxuan didn't raise his head and simply said, "The child has been dead for many times, how could he be afraid of death?"

Chen's mother also smiled, and her face, which had always been noble, was finally a little distorted, "Okay, it's so good. I'm really blessed and raised such a good son!" With the order, the servant did not dare to disobey, and the solid wooden stick fell down fiercely.

Shen Qingxuan knelt with his eyes closed, but after the ten sticks, he couldn't hold on. He was beaten so hard that he bent down, supported his hands on the ground, and his teeth were bitten out of blood.

He didn't feel miserable, and just thought that he should have suffered, so he suffered. But his chest was depressed. He didn't feel this tone when he met his father. When he met his mother, he ran out of nowhere and rushed to his chest. He knew that his mother's temperament could only be soft-soft and could not be forced, but he couldn't suppress it. He finally pushed it up and fought head-on, and insisted on being burned. Since he had been pushed up, he could only push it down. Shen Qingxuan understood very well that only when he was pushed to such a person, such a temperament, would someone be willing to admit defeat. He wanted her to lose the last time, he wanted her to admit that there was still stain in this life, not everything was perfect. It was not that he was disrespectful to his mother, but that he was too respectful to his heart, and he could only vent it in this way of hurting others and oneself.

After twenty spine sticks, Shen Qingxuan lay on the ground and vaguely heard a sound of the door. The door was pushed open from outside and the light came in. The room was silent.

Shen Qingxuan knew something was wrong, so he struggled to turn around, but saw Yi Mo standing at the door, with long black robe and long hair standing against the light, unspeakable noble and gorgeous, like a god.

Yi Mo stretched out his hand, and the servant suddenly lost his stick and hanged in the air, struggling as if he was strangled by someone's throat, but his eyes immediately turned pale and he was already dying.

"Yi Mo," Shen Qingxuan called out softly: "Let him go."

Yi Mo let go of his hand when he heard the sound, threw the man aside like garbage, and walked over. Squatted beside Shen Qingxuan, Yi Mo helped him up and said in a deep voice: "You only have this strategy."

Shen Qingxuan reluctantly stopped and chuckled: "I just want to do this."

After he said this, Yi Mo understood. Looking at him for a moment, Yi Mo said, "You are cruel." You are cruel to others and to yourself. Such people are rare in the world. Shen Qingxuan just smiled, with a little shyness in his smile, as if he was embarrassed by his words.

Mrs. Chen sat on the chair. She saw that her son was about to die of anger. Her heart was already weak, but she couldn't help but face. At this time, Yi Mo came and the servant stopped. Although she wanted to go down the stairs, she looked at the two people standing there and were angry. The steps were set up, but she refused to go down.

"Don't kneel down yet!" Mrs. Chen scolded angrily, and Shen Qingxuan immediately knelt down again, calmly, kneeling down naturally, Chen's mother's heart was a little extinguished, and she looked at Yi Mo. It happened that Yi Mo turned around. The two of them looked at each other. Yi Mo was not cold, but she was always indifferent, but she looked cold on Mrs. Chen, as if she was intimidated, and she felt a little afraid. She was a lady from the official family and married a businessman. She was arrogant and could not tolerate being scared at this time. She turned to Shen Qingxuan and said one by one.

She said: "I gave birth to a boy, not a girl!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Qingxuan's face turned pale again, and his face turned pale as paper. He lowered his head and knelt on the ground. He asked the breathless slave to stand up, took the stick and continued to beat him.
To be continued...