Chapitre 8: Episode 8. What takes precedence over additive (2)
Namgung Daesan's face turned red like a ripe persimmon.
"Are you a bad bitch? Stop talking!"
"You'd better refrain from talking."
Yeon-wi was neither excited nor energetic like Namgung Dae-san.
It was calm and relaxed. The characteristic blunt expression was still there.
"Did you properly confirm the causality of the incident?"
"Causal? Now is the time to ask for that?! What the hell did you hear! No matter how much you quarrel, break the limbs of a wife who is less than a year old? How did you raise your son!"
The rudeness was excessive, but Namgung Daesan's tantrum was not unreasonable.
Even if it's not my child, the niece I cherished became a half asshole. Anyone could be angry.
Yan Wi understood Namgungdae Mountain with his heart.
However, he could not tolerate his words and actions.
"I regret my son's restraint when he has finished that much."
"What!"
"If it were me, I would never have forgiven someone who mocked my family and even tried to kill me."
Yan Wei's voice became a little cold.
"My son's compassion saved the daughter of your family. Thank you."
"this… … Such a desperation!"
Namgung Daesan was extremely angry and shuddered.
But he couldn't vent his anger any more.
The first time I heard it, I just passed it over, Yeongaju was repeating it once again. The repeated content slightly cooled Namgung Daesan's head.
'You mocked the family and tried to kill your son? What do you mean?'
As if seeing through his heart, Yan Wei spoke.
"I heard that a child named Sanghwa from your family got drunk, and Namgung said that he never thought of his family as the same seventh generation."
Namgung Daesan gnashed his teeth.
"So you think I made fun of your family? For just that reason... … !"
"I don't think that the words of a child who has not refined his mind are the will of Namgung. She even got drunk, so it's enough to dismiss it as a drunkard's nonsense."
Even though he thought it was right, Namgung Dae-san felt more angry. Yeon Ga-joo was telling her beloved niece that she couldn't straighten her image, or that she was a drunkard.
How can you not be angry?
"However, it would be a different story if you said that you would kneel the children of Yeonga while revealing that you were going to die."
"What, what?"
"The act of trying to humiliate, not enough to kill, I don't know how Namgung's wife taught her children."
Namgung Daesan's eyes shook.
Although the history is short, Byeoksan Sonata is one of the seven generations.
Being listed as one of the seven generations with a history of only 50 years since being known in the central plains means that the power of love songs is not lacking in the slightest compared to other generations.
No, the potential could be seen as more than that. There is no way to mention a family that is not strong enough along with the most prestigious families in Moorim.
Namgung Sang-hwa didn't even try to kill the sons of such a family, he insulted them.
"can not believe it!"
Namgung Daesan's face turned red again.
"Is there even a certificate? If you intend to insult Namgung just by listening to the son of the head of household... … !"
"It is between the children of the seven generations. Do you think I may have researched carelessly?"
"profit! If so, call the person involved! Hearing the words of the son of the head of the household... … !"
"Look, Namgung Head."
Yan Wei's eyes deepened.
"Do you think I am joking?"
"… … ."
"My children have been insulted and even threatened. I feel like cutting off your nephew's head."
"I mean!"
"Are you saying that even if Namgung's family head came and apologized in person, he wouldn't be able to relieve his anger, so that the head of the foreign hospital came and made a mess?"
Yeon-wi did not speak for a long time.
"Hey, do you want to die?"
Flash!
Yeon-wi's eyes, which did not lose composure and calmness, showed a subtle sense of life.
Namgung Daesan, who felt the murderous feeling, felt as if he had stepped into a cave. It was so cold and bitter that it made my inner workings squirm without even realizing it.
"If this is Namgoong's will, that's good. Let's see how sharp Namgung's sword is. I will cut off your head and go directly to Namgung."
Namgung Daesan involuntarily shouted at the cool voice that pierced his ears.
"Hey, hold on!"
"Do you have anything to say?"
Namgung Daesan swallowed.
It only revealed a fine needle-like life, but I couldn't feel more momentum than that. Yeon-wi was still blunt and calm.
However, Namgung Daesan could be known just by his life. That Yeonwei's martial arts had reached a level that he could not surpass on his own.
"Wait a moment. I think I must have misunderstood something."
"mistaken? Are you in a position to spit out such a joke in front of me now?"
Namgung Daesan bit his lip.
Even if you think about it, it was a really self-respecting and disrespectful response.
But I couldn't help it. He doesn't have the confidence to handle the immediate situation, but if Yeon-wi's words are true, this could turn into an unbelievable big deal.
'damn!'
regretted it All of the brothers are sitting in important positions in the male palace, but he himself was still the head of the foreign court.
In the family, he was treated like a leader, but the head of the family was still the head of the family. His older brother, Gaju, did not give him great power.
Because it is so multi-blooded. I'm afraid that I'll mess up with the external affairs, so I'm going to stay at this age.
It wasn't once or twice that I felt sorry for him, but I thought that maybe my older brother's judgment was right.
"for now… … ."
My lips are dry.
Namgung Daesan, who has a strong sense of pride, gritted his teeth and said.
"I apologize for coming in without considering the circumstances."
"… … ."
"My eyes are turned upside down because my nephew has reached that point. The head of the household has no face."
Yeon-wi looked at Namgungdae Mountain without a word.
It was an eye light that was as clear as glass. Namgung Daesan's mouth opened on its own.
"All right, let's look into the situation again. So today's... … ."
"Don't worry. I won't forget."
"house owner!"
"I will make this fact known to all of the Baekdo Murim. If your family doesn't apologize for this."
Namgung Daesan's face turned pale.
This is it. That's what it took.
If all of Yeonwi's words are true, the Namgung family's name will be stained. And the responsibility lies with Namgung Sang-hwa as well as himself.
It was a big deal. Angry, he recklessly invaded, but his hot-tempered personality seemed to tarnish the family's reputation.
"Go, go… … ."
"I don't want to see you, so please leave."
"… … ."
"I'll wait and see how your family comes out."
Yeon-wee turned around.
Namgung Daesan, biting his lip, left the South Gate. The entrance he broke into by breaking the door himself now looked like the mouth of hell.
That's how Namgung Daesan started his love affair.
I shook my head as I looked at the south gate where the yeonwi was broken.
"It's a waste."
It's a pity, but it turned out better.
"Where is the commander-in-chief?"
"Did you call me, Headmistress!"
A slender man came running from afar. She learned martial arts, but didn't seem to have developed a deep connection.
It was a man who must have been in his mid-thirties now, Tae-kyung, the general manager of the love story.
"Ask the old man of the head of state to open the gate. Ask for it to be made of higher quality wood than before."
"Ah, yes!"
Taekyung said with a somewhat uneasy face.
"But, Lord. Are you okay?"
"hmm?"
"Are you going out too strong? … ."
It seemed like everyone was watching from afar.
Yeon-wee shook her head.
"Let's fix it from here, and we'll find out tomorrow."
"Ah yes! All right."
Yeon-wi, who entrusted Tae-gyeong with tidying up the surroundings, walked towards the inner garden alone.
Then, a shadow appeared.
It was Yeonhojeong.
"father."
Yeon-wi was not surprised. He was already feeling the presence of the first.
"It is late. Just go to bed."
"Because I can't sleep."
Yan Wei stopped walking and looked at Yeon Ho Pavilion.
It was a particularly bright moonlit night. The eldest son's eyes looked very deep as he got out of the shadow of the building and was bathed in the moonlight.
Yeon-wi, who was about to tell her to go to bed again, suddenly wanted to ask her son a question.
"What do you think?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I thought how Namgungse would come out of the side."
I don't even know why I suddenly asked such a question.
However, he was surprised by Yeon Ho-jeong's answer.
"The important thing is not the Namgung family, but the family."
"What do you mean?"
"Even if Namgoong family doesn't apologize, they'll put this aside."
"Why do you think so?"
"You don't even need to start a fire to get some dust off your clothes."
Are you saying you can't even think like this?
Leaving aside the uncomfortable metaphor, Yanwei thought that his son's eyes were not bad. No, considering the appearance he has shown so far, it is difficult to describe it as a great development.
Maybe, I thought that it was arrogance to believe that I knew about my son well.
Yeonwi, who had been watching Yeonhojeong, turned around again.
"Do you think this is a trivial incident that can be overlooked?"
"yes?"
"You are my son."
Yeon Ho-jeong narrowed her eyes.
Yeon-wi, who had finished speaking before he knew it, was walking away. It was an unusual gait.
Yeon Ho-jeong, who was staring blankly at her father's back, scratched her head.
"Because who doesn't know that?"
* * *
next day.
"Okay."
Even the cool autumn wind did not cool us down.
The dripping sweat has already formed a puddle. However, Yeon Ho-jeong's attitude did not change.
I'm sorry.
The door opened, and Yeon Ji-pyeong appeared.
"Brother, I'm here... … Huh?!"
Yeon Ji-pyeong's eyes widened.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
"Don't you see? It is horse training."
"M-M-Bo?"
Yeon Ji-pyeong was embarrassed.
Mabo training the lower body is the core of all martial arts. However, it is not necessary for an older brother who has mastered the non-yeonsim method to practice magical magic, which is the basic of the basics. If you want to train your body, aren't there many other training methods?
Yeon Ho-jung frowned.
"It's the punishment my father gave me."
"Bur, a horse as a punishment? Wait, since when have you been like this?"
"Myoshi."
"omg! It's almost two o'clock, isn't it?!"
"not much left."
Yeon Ho-jeong's body was not yet young. If you do magic tricks for half a day without using your inner energy, anyone will die.
Yeon Ho-jeong grumbled inwardly.
'Doing something like this won't change.'
I received a message from my father early in the morning from Tae-gyeong, the general secretary.
'As the situation was, it doesn't seem like you did anything wrong. But you have one sin. It is the sin of the innocent. Cruel hands inevitably call for blood, so it is not the white way. Regain your original mind through magic training for two trials.'
If he had a mentality that would change to magical training, he would not have survived even in the dark sword.
At first, I wondered what this was, but I thought it was training and worked hard. I looked back on the Non-Sympathy Act, and checked what I had to do in the future.
Yeon Ji-pyeong whispered softly.
"Brother, stop now. It's almost two o'clock."
"No work."
I don't really think it's a sin, but I don't know what to do with the family atmosphere. It seems like there will be a lot of grumbling, but if you do, you should at least try to get used to it.
After a while, when it was a little over two hours.
Only then did Yeon Ho-jeong release the magic spell.
"Oh, it's swaying."
"Are you having a hard time? Wait a minute, I'll bring you some food."
It was then.
thud. thud.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Are you the Grand Duke?"
"Okay, who are you?"
"The head of the family is calling the Grand Duke."
Yeon Ho-jung grumbled as if he was disgusted.
"I think you want to check your homework. Huh, really."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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