Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 751 Choosing a Marriage
Slowly putting the teacup back on the table, Huan Daofei frowned again.

Wherever this eldest son is, he will always have difficulty breathing, as if a giant hand is floating in the void, tightly strangling his throat.

Before this meeting, he had prepared many words of reproach.

However, once the conversation started, those words were condensed into ice cubes by the coldness in my heart, which made people feel uncomfortable, but they couldn't say it out.

They father and son, after all, still can't talk about going together.

Thinking of this, Huan Daofei's breath suddenly turned cold.

He has four sons, all of whom are not bad.Although Huan Zicheng is the only son of a legitimate son, the so-called difference between a son and a concubine is nothing more than a thought of his father.Whoever he wants to stand up can stand up.On the contrary, whoever he wants to never be able to get ahead will never be able to get ahead.

Huan Daofei's brows relaxed, he opened a book casually, and called out through the window, "Come here, Mr. Liu."

The young man outside responded, and ran down to find someone. Not long after, a person hurried into the courtyard.

It was a middle-aged man in his late forties, with a medium build, an elegant face, a long beard under his forehead, and a calm and cautious demeanor. He was exactly the Mr. Liu that Huan Daofei was talking about.

This Mr. Liu is Huan Daofei's most trusted counselor. His surname is Liu, his name is Dapu, and his style name is Jiayuan.

As soon as Liu Dapu entered the room, Huan Daofei waved to him: "Please sit down."

Liu Dapu pleaded guilty and sat on the drum stool beside him.

Huan Daofei put down the scroll casually, and said indifferently: "Let's settle the matter of Sanqilang. I still need to ask Mr. Liu to watch over it for me personally, and tell them to deal with it quickly. I have already told Dalang, he own number."

When Liu Dapu heard the words, a trace of disbelief crossed his face.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally bowed in his seat, and opened his mouth after considering his words: "My servant wants to ask Lord Sikong to think twice. The position of Sanqilang is indeed a target of public criticism. If Lord Dalang is in his position, he must suffer from it."

"Isn't that just right?" Huan Daofei looked indifferent, with his hands idly in his sleeves, and his voice was unhurried: "My Huan family is too famous, and I need someone to stand in front to protect my family from thousands of winds and rains." , Da Lang is the best candidate."

Liu Dapu opened his mouth, but he hesitated to speak.

Huan Daofei glanced at him, and smiled again: "Mr. Liu is reluctant?"

"Don't dare, dare not." Liu Dapu bowed and said, but there was still some hesitation on his face: "Master Sikong has great foresight and insight, and servants should obey orders. However, Mr. Dalang is the eldest son of the Huan family, and he has some talents. It's a pity to abandon it... .”

Huan Daofei knew what he didn't say.

However, he obviously didn't take Liu Dapu's opinion seriously.

He waved his hands and smiled, and said calmly: "Sir, you are worrying too much, I have my own opinion. Although the late emperor had his last words, he wanted Ah Cheng to be in charge of my Huan family. It's just..." He frowned, his expression changed suddenly. It became dark.

"...It's just that Ah Cheng's temperament is not suitable." His voice gradually raised his voice, his face was full of coldness: "I observed him for a long time, but I found that what the late gentleman saw was absurd. Ah Cheng is really... unbearable. Yong Ye, his ambition is great, his vision is narrow, his vision is short-sighted, he is rigid and he does not know how to adapt, he is simply useless, and... the mother clan is too weak."

He said these words indifferently, with almost no expression on his face, but his hands in his sleeves clenched into fists at this moment, and he pretended to be relaxed and opened his brows: "Dalang has only a little strength. To others, even though they are very beautiful, they are nothing more than that."

He shook his head disapprovingly, and cast his gaze out of the window, his dark face could not distinguish between happiness and anger.

At that moment, he didn't know that when talking about his eldest son, his tone was so mean that he didn't look like a father at all, but more like talking about his opponent, his sourness almost shot to the sky.

Liu Dapu sighed in his heart.

His master's heart disease, I'm afraid it can't be cured.

Even though he was thinking like this in his heart, his face was still as respectful as before, he rolled his sleeves and said: "Lord Sikong sees it very well, I will arrange it now."

"Mr. Thank you." Huan Daofei said in a rambling voice, walked slowly to Tao's table, picked up a jade paperweight on the table and played with it for a while, then asked suddenly: "I asked my husband to find Dalang's marriage for me. Is there any progress?"

This topic seemed to be relatively easy, and Liu Dapu was visibly relieved.

He got up and took two steps forward, took out a piece of paper that had been folded long ago from his sleeve, and handed it to Huan Daofei: "This is the house that we decided after discussing, Lord Sikong, please have a look."

Huan Daofei picked up the page with two fingers, unfolded it for a glance, and then frowned again: "Why is it only the choice of six surnames? There are so many prefectures in this metropolis, and there is no seventh family to be found." Is it gone?"

Liu Dapu was stunned.

He obviously didn't understand Huan Daofei's words, and asked after a while: "Master Sikong means..."

"There's no need to choose among the seven surnames." Huan Daofei shook the paper so that there was a "squeak" sound, and there seemed to be a "squeak" in his voice: "Since Dalang is going to be given up, his The status of the wife’s family should not be too high. After the husband returns, he will look for it again, and choose a girl with a peaceful temperament from among the various surnames, and match it with Da Lang.”

Liu Dapu was stunned, looking at Huan Daofei with disbelief.

Huan Zicheng was Huan Daofei's only legitimate son, and he was also the eldest son. His reputation as "Qinghuan" spread throughout Dachen.

Such an excellent son, even if Huan Daofei is absolutely unwilling to make him the future head of the family, and take a step back to marry him, it will have a miraculous effect.

With Qinghuan's great reputation and excellent talents, he can definitely win over one side of power for the Huan family and make the Huan family stronger in the future.

But Huan Daofei obviously didn't want to do this.

He wanted to completely suppress Huan Zicheng, and he didn't even want to give him the treatment of an abandoned son.

As a father, it's unbelievable that he is so jealous of his son.

Liu Dapu almost sighed.

What the hell is going on?
They are clearly father and son, but they don't want to share the same hatred, but feel like strangers.

No, even Molu couldn't do what Huan Daofei did.

It is a joke that a father desperately belittles, suppresses, and plots against his own son for ridiculously far-fetched reasons.But as a counselor, for Huan's overall situation, he had to keep his mouth shut, and there was nowhere to say his full of words, which is really ridiculous and lamentable.

Liu Dapu shook his head secretly, sighing inwardly.

"Why, sir, do you have other ideas?" Huan Daofei's voice suddenly came from a half-smile, which made him suddenly wake up.

"I don't dare." He bowed quickly, paused for a moment, and finally couldn't help but say again: "It's just that Mr. Da Lang is such a talent, it would be a pity if he couldn't marry a famous family."

(End of this chapter)