The woman said, "You live here, you should have checked the past, right? Don't deny that there are books in the study, I know better than you. The world is unstable, there are many internal conflicts, and my mother spends seven days a day. Eight hours are busy with court affairs. You can go to the palace with Tai Fu and see her several times a year, what about me? I can only accompany with books, and I have something to learn every day. In my spare time, I was taken to the people to observe the people's feelings. I worked as a dock worker, learned to beg for food on the street, and went to the countryside to investigate people's feelings... Wei Cong, Can I also resent you? I don't even dare to get sick, except for the maid, no one is by my side, you are a little sick, the master stayed up all night, and the mother was too busy to hold the doctor. Repeated inquiries. Wei Cong, you live a relaxed and happy life, but have you ever thought about the misery of others?"
Wanyue outside the house was worried.
"My mother also said before her death that she regretted making you live too easy! You have so much time to think about things. Taifu feels guilty and spoiled you too naively. Just gossip can make you feel good. Difficulty, you say, apart from the throne, what else do you have to worry about?" The woman added, "This world was brought down by my mother, you are only her son, not herself. In this world, she Give it to whoever you want, so what if you are her son? Do you have to leave the world to you?"
The young man couldn't bear it any longer, "I didn't want this world! I just hope that she will admit my identity, that I can call her mother seriously, and that I can write the genealogy in a dignified manner... But everyone tells me that I am only hers. shame!"
When he was young and ignorant, he was used by others and became a sharp blade inserted into the chest of his dearest. How could he ever think like this
He kept the spirit for twelve years, did he really think he was an unfilial son and was not sad at all
"On the Wei family tree, you remember the direct son." The woman said, "On the family tree, the main room next to the master is remembered as Liu Lanting."
The young man never regained his senses.
"My mother only wanted to have one child back then, but she just wanted to give birth to Taifu, so she risked giving birth to you again. Her original intention was to let you accompany Taifu and inherit the Wei family." The woman said suddenly, "I am in front of people, so far I can only call him. Taifu, I also want to call him father seriously."
The youth was speechless.
"Forget it, it's all the old Huang Li from more than ten years ago. I didn't come here today to talk nonsense with you." The woman said, "You and that Ning Wanyue should also get married. As your sister, you should always send The congratulations. If you and her descendants can be of great use, I will pardon them and let them enter the court. If you figure it out, send someone to tell me. If you can't figure it out, continue to be your guardian. "
Back then, before my mother died, there was an edict that Wei Cong was sentenced to stay in the spirit for 12 years, and now the deadline has expired.
It was the first time that Ning Wanyue saw Wei Cong's sister Jiang Yan for the last time.
Seeing the other party come out, Ning Wanyue hurriedly bowed.
The other party stood beside her and said succinctly, "Take good care of him for me, don't spoil him too much."
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Ning Wanyue's eyes widened in fright. When she regained her senses, she had already left, and there were only countless "dowry" and "dowry" left.
"Lang Jun? Your sister... "
The young man had a sullen face, was in a bad mood, and fiddled with the strings.
"Call me Fushou, I want to hear it, someone will call me that again."
The young man has a first name, his surname is Wei, his first name is Cong, and his first name is Tingzhang.
"Fu Shou... she... "
Before Ning Wanyue finished speaking, the young man said hoarsely, "She won't come again, you too... let's go."
"You want to drive me away?" Ning Wanyue tugged at her sleeve and bit her lower lip, "That's right... My identity, how can I be worthy of you... "
How could she have imagined that the youth who wore plain clothes all the year round turned out to be a member of the royal family.
Ning Wanyue was just a country girl. Even though she had studied with the youth for several years, she still lacked some points.
To put it horribly, wearing a dragon robe does not look like a prince.
The young man fiddled with the strings in silence, before saying after a while, "Follow me, this life is so boring."
Ning Wanyue said, "I've lived here with you for six years, have you ever heard me call me boring?"
The young man was upset, and he put the piano aside.
"You call me again."
Ning Wanyue thought there was no hope, but after hearing what he said, after hesitation, she shouted, "Fu Shou."
The youth said, "When I was young, I made a big mistake. Even though I stayed alive for twelve years, I still couldn't heal the wounds in my heart."
Ning Wanyue said, "Since you are so remorseful, why did you just talk back to that lord?"
The young man did not answer.
He was afraid that he would admit defeat, and even the last relative who was willing to take care of him would no longer care about him.
He stayed here for 12 years, and only saw his sister twice.
The first time was when he had just been sent to the mountain behind the Emperor's Mausoleum, and the second time was today.
He is a commoner, and the other is the emperor sitting on the dragon chair.
If the other party doesn't think of him, he can't even enter the imperial city, let alone see the other party.
"Some things...you don't understand..." The young man lowered his head, most of his face buried in the shadows.
Ning Wanyue really didn't understand.
The young man said again, "She is still patient with me, I can ask her to give you a good marriage."
After all, it is a student who is taught by young people. If you want to learn, there are few noble girls in the imperial city who can compare to Wanyue.
If you have another good status, you will be rich and noble in the second half of your life.
Ning Wanyue was still sad, but when she heard the young man's words, she burst out laughing.
The young man asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Ning Wanyue said, "I just think that there is still hope for me to stay by your side. If you don't care about me, why would you use the word 'beg'? Now that you are willing to use it for me, it shows that I still have weight in your heart. You said, should I be happy for myself?"
The youth was speechless.
Ning Wanyue said, "I'm just a country girl, but now I have the opportunity to get married with you. It's too late for me to be happy."
The young man looked at Ning Wanyue and vaguely understood why Jiang Yan's confidant chose her to be sent to him back then.
"Fu Shou, your elder sister... Really Your Majesty?"
Ning Wanyue held her cheeks in her hands, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were full of stars.
It is said that the two generations of female emperors are Ming Jun who loves the people like sons.
Especially now, His Majesty is more honest and loves the people. When the other party ascended the throne, he vowed to follow his mother's example and never got married.
Although unmarried, she also gave birth to a daughter a few years ago, and she still does not know the identity of her biological father.
But what about the emperor, the people are more concerned about achievements, but they don't pay much attention to private life.
When Ning Wanyue was a child, she often heard her father talk about the achievements of the two emperors.
His father was born in troubled times, and he admired the two generations of emperors the most. In his father's words, he was an emperor who could make the people live well, and that was a good emperor. As for court disputes, those are too far away from the common people.
Under the influence of her father, Ning Wanyue was also a fan of the Empress.
Seeing her blushing cheeks, the young man was inexplicably blocked when he thought about the appearance of his own sister.
Ning Wanyue asked him, "Then... Does Fu Shou still have to keep the spirit here?"
The youth said, "Mother... The late emperor punished me to keep the spirit for twelve years... At first, I wanted to leave all the time, but now I don't want to."
Ning Wanyue asked suspiciously, "Because the knot of happiness and longevity has not been resolved? Or has it been twelve years?"
"The deadline has expired, otherwise, how could His Majesty be so humble and make such a trip?" The young man said insincerely, he was clearly looking forward to this day, and he occasionally knew about this royal sister from the market books. How busy she is, not as leisurely as her mother back then, it's not easy to take time out for such a trip, "I just don't want to leave."
Ning Wanyue said, "Why?"
"I'm afraid you don't know... If it wasn't for me being too stupid back then and making a big mistake... How could the late emperor die so early?"
Ning Wanyue disagreed, she said, "But, I heard... I just heard from my father that the late emperor's health was not very good, and she had the intention of taking the Zen position back then... I think that the late emperor was responsible for the people. Her temperament, if it wasn't for an irresistible factor, she wouldn't easily drop the burden and let His Majesty succeed him? Maybe, the late emperor was really in bad health and wanted the Zen seat..."
The next words might touch the sore feet of the youth, so Ning Wanyue was a little afraid to say it.
The youth said, "You continue to say it."
Ning Wanyue scratched her head and said, "This... I'm thinking, maybe the situation of the late emperor was not very good at that time. She wanted to unload the burden and take a good look at her own country? The late emperor devoted most of her life to ending the troubled times. Take a good look, it's a pity."
The young man looked at Ning Wanyue silently.
"Since your wake-up period has expired, why don't you walk around and see more for the late emperor? Your danqing is very good, you can draw it."
Ning Wanyue's original intention was to persuade the young man to let go of his heart, but seeing that his eyes were slightly red, he didn't know what to say.
"Let me lean on... just for a while."
The young man leaned on her shoulder without making a sound for a while.
As night fell outside, the young man calmed down and got up to open the box that was placed in the corner of the study.
There are sixteen boxes in total, neatly stacked up and down.
For years, Ning Wanyue had never seen him open any of the boxes.
"This is my father's pen and ink." The young man opened a pair, and Ning Wanyue could still smell the fragrance of the ink on it. After unfolding it, a magnificent scene appeared before her. She finally knew who the young man had learned from his wonderful hand. "He rarely paints people, most of them are landscape paintings. When I looked at his paintings before, I always felt that he was depressed, but now I look at them again and realize that he is shallow."
Only then did Ning Wanyue understand that these boxes contained the relics of the young father.
It was full of books, transcriptions of poems, and paintings. Except for a few land deeds, there was nothing else in yellow or white.
"The breeze has not stopped, the flowers are full of fragrance, and the red clouds are thousands of miles away..."
The painting depicts the blooming lotus leaves, and the lotus leaves seem to be swaying in the wind, and you can smell the fragrant fragrance faintly.
In the pavilion in the lake, stood a graceful figure, which seemed to be looking at the sight of the person in the painting, and smiled.
The young man smiled and said, "The person in the painting is the mother, and he only paints the mother."