After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

What puzzled Shen Nanxing was that his uncle and grandfather were one civil and one military, so there should not be any conflicts between them in the court.

Besides, my uncle is a refined and modest gentleman. How could he bully an old grandfather?

Old Marquis Shen snorted coldly, "He relies on his extensive education to bully me because I'm just a warrior. He's always saying sour words that I can't understand, and he's cursing me in a roundabout way!"

Shen Nanxing became interested. She propped her chin up with one hand and asked, "Oh? What did he say about you?"

Lord Shen frowned and thought for a moment: "He said... said..."

His brows furrowed ever tighter, and he slammed his fist on the table. "Who remembers those flowery words he said? I hate those scholars the most! They don't know how to speak properly, and they always use allusions and poems from the past... annoying!"

"In short, what I'm saying is that the old man is blind and heartless. He raised his granddaughter as his own for eight years, and then took her to fight in many battles at the border, suffering hardships and delaying her marriage!"

Old Marquis Shen glared at him, "Didn't the old man recognize you? I've been pampering you. You insisted on going to the border with me! Did you say it yourself?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Shen Nanxing nodded repeatedly: "What else did he say?"

"Humph, he said the old man had poor taste and the husband he picked for you was not good enough. He even slept with his mistress on your wedding day. Apart from anything else, his character is extremely poor!"

"And they say the old man can't even manage his own family, so what's the point of fighting? His only son has a mistress, and his only grandson-in-law also has a mistress... They say that my mansion is professional at having mistresses!"

"Nanxing, tell me, is your uncle speaking human language? In my opinion, the barking of dogs on the street is more pleasant than his words!"

"Yes, yes, a dog's barking sounds better than his talking." Shen Nanxing raised a smile at the corner of his lips and patted his grandfather on the back to calm him down.

"You insisted on marrying your husband. When you were three years old, you were always eager to play with him. When you were a little older, you were telling the whole capital that you wanted to marry him! Besides Yu boy, who else would dare to marry you?"

"And your useless father. He used to be the most honest and simple-minded. He wasn't good at studying or martial arts, but that's fine. I've accepted it. Even if he's mediocre, at least he's honest, filial, and kind to your mother. I don't know when he became like this!"

"I can't bring it up. It makes me angry just thinking about it!"

Old Lord Shen was so angry that he was gasping for breath.

When he heard what Master Xu said, he had a vague guess of about 40 to 50 percent. He asked the civil servant with whom he had a good relationship to explain it to him again, and he was so angry that he almost smoked on the spot.

Now I repeated it to Nanxing and got mad at myself again!

After Lord Shen finished speaking and gradually calmed down, Shen Nanxing frowned and asked, "Grandfather, my father, is he really not good at martial arts?"

"He can do nothing!" Old Lord Shen waved his hands. "At best, he can only strengthen his body. No matter how much we teach him, he can't learn even a single move. He's very stupid."

"In order to teach him kung fu, the old man thought of every possible way. He broke down a simple move and demonstrated it to him more than ten times, but he could only perform it as he was told. He couldn't connect the moves at all, and every time he did, his moves were wrong. He couldn't use any power at all..."

"He is a down-to-earth person who is willing to learn."

Lord Shen's expression revealed a hint of trance and kindness: "Every time the old man got impatient teaching him, he would coax the old man, saying that he would definitely be able to do it if he practiced more. Then he would draw the deconstructed moves on paper, and without sleeping, he would practice over and over again in the moonlight at night..."

"Then the next day he came to the old man very happily and called him to show him! His movements were not bad at all, but they were terribly slow, just like a woman dancing... The old man couldn't bear to blame him, and had to praise him against his conscience..."

"I really have no talent."

Old Lord Shen shook his head, a bitter look unconsciously appearing on his face.

"I'll just consider it a mediocre son. After all, not everyone is good at martial arts. Even though he's not good at literature, I don't blame him."