Chen Xingniang guessed right.
Chen Junshou paced in the study, thinking about what happened many years ago.
regret? There may be, regretting that he was blinded by the methods of his younger brother and sister-in-law.
Guilt? That doesn't exist at all. Chen Zhen has no affection for his wife who has been dead for many years, and can't even remember her appearance. In Chen Zhen's opinion, it is her incompetence that fuels the occurrence of these conspiracies.
First, I accidentally lost my belongings before marriage, which made people have to spread rumors. After marrying into the Chen family, I couldn't control the servants and maids who were serving them. When I discovered Chen Zhen Traditional Chinese Medicine, I stupidly believed that this was what Mrs. Chen meant. .
- In Chen Zhen's eyes, other people's mistakes are always bigger than his own.
Even after Mrs. Chen spoke in the appearance of a child and let Chen Zhen know that it was indeed his son, he was still skeptical about the corruption of his wife's reputation.
Seeing that young child, Chen Zhen would have thought that this was born in the same room with his wife after being drugged...
For Chen Zhen, who is very concerned about his own face, this is extremely annoying.
When he heard that the child was drowning in the pond and knocked on a bluestone, Chen Zhen didn't even bother to pay attention to it.
A few years later, when I heard that when the Chen family went to offer incense at Qiuye Temple, and when Chen He got lost, Chen Zhen's hand when looking at the letterhead was only a slight pause, and then he forgot about it.
A fool, when he is raised, he can only pass on the lineage to the family.
Rather than raising him to be embarrassing and conspicuous, and making the Chen family criticized, Chen Zhen would rather this son die early, and after five or ten years, no one will remember it.
Over the years, Chen Zhen has not continued the string, all because his vision is too high.
The Chen family is very prominent in Yunzhou. When they arrive in the Central Plains, they are not ranked among the aristocratic clan. There are few officials in the clan, and all the old lady Chen can see are girls of similar family background, and they have nothing to do with Chen Zhen's career. Merit.
At that time, Chen Zhen didn't know what his younger brother was playing, and he couldn't find a famous and noble girl whose mind was confused and the whole family was confused to marry him as his successor. He simply kept being a widower. The appearance that she does not want to marry again (concubine does not count, as long as she does not have a main room, she is a widower).
Chen Zhen was also not good at women's sex, and there were only three or four concubines by his side. This affectionate appearance was really pretended to be by him, and everyone believed it.
A person who values love and righteousness will always give people a different kind of goodwill.
Whether it is a greedy official or a famous person with clear arms, since he thinks that Chen Zhen is a man of love, it is easy to classify him as one of his own, thinking that Chen Zhen is less likely to betray and betray him than others.
But there are many things in the world that are not as simple as the eyes see.
Some people lived again, but they didn't see the truth clearly, let alone hearsay: Chen Zhen had a deep love for his deceased wife, but unfortunately that woman was so unfortunate that even their child died.
Now that the rumored child who died prematurely appeared, Chen Zhen had to come up with a rhetoric.
Chen Zhen paced around in the study, recalling the daytime scene, it became more and more certain that Chen He had an extraordinary identity.
"Zhen Weng!"
Mr. Song, the staff member, came in a hurry and knocked on the door to ask for an interview.
"Come in." Chen Zhen straightened his robes, sat down in front of the desk, held a volume of books in his hand, and flipped through it casually, as if he hadn't walked around just now and was worried about it.
"The stalker is back?"
Chen Zhen's eyes stayed on the scroll and asked casually.
Mr. Song smiled and cupped his hands: "I was about to congratulate Zhen Weng. I have regretted many years, but now I can make up for it."
Chen Zhen was very fond of this statement, and a smile appeared on his face: "What? Mr. Song has the solid news?"
"The young man I saw during the day was none other than Chen. Not only Tiancuiyuan, but several merchants in Yuzhou Prefecture had all seen this generous and extraordinary Chen Gongzi."
Mr. Song stroked his beard and shook his head: "It's a coincidence that this young master Chen came to Yuzhou three years ago, just in time for Zhen Weng's return to his hometown, so he missed it. Master Chen must be waiting to build a business in the city. An opportunity to recognize relatives."
This sounded particularly appealing, but it was actually far-fetched.
Those who are in a hurry to recognize their father, heard that Chen Junshou has returned to Yunzhou, is there any reason not to rush over there? Living leisurely in Yuzhou and waiting for Chen Zhen to come back? This is an unpredictable prophet. It is estimated that Chen Zhen will come back to be this county governor.
Even Chen Zhen, who valued his own face, couldn't help being polite: "Mr. Song's words are a bit inappropriate. I don't mean to recognize my relatives when I look at this son."
"Hey!"
Mr. Song smiled all over his face, and the information he got from the people who went to investigate made him think he understood Chen He's identity. He still remembered the fact that he couldn't come to Taiwan during the day, so how could he really say good things about Chen He at this time: "Zhen Weng's family is still the youngest son, I don't understand that some young people are so ambitious, they love to attract the attention of others, and there are some things that make things mysterious. Especially the unfortunate children who are not taught by strict teachers."
Chen Zhen frowned immediately: "He didn't read or write?"
"This... I don't know, I just found out that the mansion is full of Jianghu people, martial arts..."
Chen Zhen's face suddenly became ugly.
He is willing to recognize his son, mainly because Chen He seems to have a great background and an extraordinary identity. Since the arrogance of being rude to the county governor is just a military man's lawlessness, his precious and precious body cannot be seen by everyone. The clothing material may have been obtained by chance, and the majestic guard master is only an idler in the rivers and lakes. This gap wiped out Chen Zhen's previous thoughts.
He didn't want to have a stupid son.
An illiterate son who ran off to hang out with a martial arts husband, of course, was a very shameful thing.
"Okay, don't mention this again." Chen Zhen held the scroll again with a cold face.
Mr. Song was startled and resigned with a helpless expression.
After going out, he licked his beard and showed a smug smile.
That night, Chen Xingniang and her aunt were tossing and turning, but Chen Zhen completely got rid of the previous troubles, and made a cold decision: If the child is interested, if he tries to recognize his relatives, he will be kicked out of Yuzhou City.
Both Chen Zhen and Mr. Song, who thought he had a plan, ignored the possibility that Chen He didn't want to pay attention to the Chen family at all.
—In this world, only beggars and homeless people do not rely on the family name. How can there be a son who does not want to recognize his ancestors and return to the clan? Not to mention that the father he wants to recognize is still a county governor.
Ten days passed so quietly.
Chen He was not in the mood to stare at the county governor's mansion. He was busy with a lot of things. One of Xiang Wanchun's subordinates, a demon cultivator of the God Transformation stage, couldn't help but started to make a move to Yuzhou Demon Dao, obviously wanting to take advantage of it.
Chen He never had too many things about killing chickens to warn monkeys.
Those who dare to put their hands into Yuzhou will be cut off, so that they have no chance to regret it.
The other party's cultivation base was too high, so Chen He could only do it himself. When he returned to Yuzhou City with a bloody smell and a more respectful attitude, the shops on both sides of the street offered incense, and many people went to the street to buy. , the basket is full of ingot paper incense sticks.
"It's July fifteenth?"
"Um?"
The magic cultivators looked at Chen He in amazement. Could it be that Young Master Chen wanted to refine some magical weapon on this monstrous day
Chen He stared at the incense candle for a long time, and when he looked back to see everyone preparing to offer treasures, he couldn't help laughing at himself and thought: He just thought that his and his senior brother's birthdays were coming soon.
On the 16th day of the seventh month, the sky was not yet bright, the moon had already set, the world was pitch black, and the gate of hell had just closed.
It's not a good time...
But Chen He was able to find many memorable memories in the mirage beads.
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Chen He's body suddenly stiffened, and the demons were keenly aware of this change, and immediately looked around like a great enemy, while Chen He was a little flustered and stuffed the memory of the "first time" back into the mirage.
That first time was on their birthday...
"Master Chen?"
Tong Xiaozhen reacted with hindsight, and he followed inexplicably to look around.
The other magic cultivators didn't find anything, and Tong Xiaozhen's eyes stopped at a shop behind Chen He.
"Bookstore?" Selling books? Is there a chance to make a fortune here
Tong Xiaozhen pondered deeply, and it happened that the guy from the bookstore sent a guest out. When he saw Chen He, his eyes lit up immediately. Although this "special taste" client hadn't come to the door for a while, how could the guy take it so easily? forget
"Young master, you came just right, the shop has just arrived at some good stuff. The painting is exquisite and lifelike. Master, do you want to have a copy?" The man greeted warmly, not forgetting the hint of winking.
Tong Xiaozhen, the monk Erzhang who couldn't touch his head, looked suspicious.
The magic cultivators who knew that Chen He once went to the bookstore to buy some unspeakable things:…
In other words, what kind of method is this double cultivation, and how did it get soared
Chen He didn't notice the strange thoughts of his subordinates, he felt a little embarrassed, turned his head and left. He doesn't mind buying those and going back and looking at them, but—Senior brother isn't here.
"Hey, son!" The man looked at Chen He's back regretfully.
A person came out of the bookstore slowly, it was Mr. Song, Chen Zhen's staff.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Chen He and the others who were leaving in a hurry. He pretended to be puzzled and said, "What kind of painting is it, ink painting? Bring it to the old man to see."
The guy hurriedly made a haha, trying to perfunctory.
Mr. Song made a color, and immediately a follower took out a tael of silver and showed it in front of the man.
"To tell you the truth, the one just now is the old son of the old. I am afraid that he will learn badly outside, and he is just about to inquire about one or two."
"This, me..." The man's eyes were fixed on the silver.
A tael of silver, this is more than the money he earns home in a year! In the end, the guy couldn't hold back, and vaguely said that Chen He had bought several erotic palace albums.
Young people are greedy and curious, and there is nothing at all.
But it's all dragons. Good sun, this is...
Mr. Song was very surprised when he heard it, and then he felt that he had uncovered something: Chen He left with a guilty conscience as soon as he saw that he was in the bookstore (a big mistake). (Because after Shi Feng's ascension, Chen Junshou just took office), don't all the signs mean that this son wants to recognize his relatives
"Humph."
Mr. Song thought, this is not so easy, fortunately, the other party's handle has already fallen into his own hands.
The author has something to say: some people always use their own world to measure others and show a sense of superiority, but they don't know that others actually live in another world.