Before Wei Cong was imprisoned in the back mountain of the imperial mausoleum, he had once been a flirtatious youth.
He could still remember those years when the mountain flowers were in full bloom. Young men and women chatted happily, drinking elegantly or chatting merrily. They were full of youthful spirit.
The night wind rustled the curtains.
Wei Cong leaned against the side of the table and slept lightly. He gradually fell asleep. Today's dream was unusually colorful. Everything became clear.
He looked at the contents of the dream and vaguely remembered that this was the Golden Scale Academy.
His gaze fell on the waterside pavilion. Seeing a group of youths in blue and white uniforms chatting and laughing together, he could not help but smile.
Wei Cong remembered. So it was that day.
Which day?
Naturally, it was the day his mother broke the legs of the Minister of Works' son's son.
Wei Cong could not help but approach in an attempt to hear more clearly.
At this moment, a familiar-looking youth said with a smile, "Tsk. Do you think that the Minister of Works is Shi Yu's mother? She actually broke into the academy with such a thick stick and dragged her son out to break his legs. Aiya, I was scared to death! "
The youth was also the son of a court official. He shared a table with Shi Yu, the son of the Minister of Works.
When the Minister of Works rushed in and dragged his son out by the collar, he was scared out of his wits.
"I don't know if she's his mother or not, but it's doubtful if Shi Yu is his son." The other youth opened his folding fan. His face was slightly round and immature, clearly the appearance of Wei Cong when he was young. His brows were brimming with vitality, and there was no sign of the loneliness he had experienced after so many years. "The Minister of Works is such a talented person, so why is his son so unworthy of cultivation? In my opinion, it's good enough that Shi Yu only had his legs broken by his mother. She didn't kill him out of consideration for their blood relationship. "
Shi Yu was the son of the Minister of Works, Bai Yuexia, and her husband, Shi Zhong.
Because Shi Yu was the only male in the family, he was unruly spoiled by his father and grandmother. He acted arrogantly and often bullied the ordinary students of the academy. Wei Cong was only the concubine son of the grand tutor. He had naturally been bullied by Shi Yu and harbored resentment in his heart.
The youths were curious.
"Wei Cong, do you know the inside story of Shi Yu being beaten?"
Everyone was very surprised. The Little Tyrant Shi Yu's leg was actually broken by his own backer. This could be said to be the news of the year.
The wooden stick that Minister of Works Bai Yuexia used to break her son's legs was as thick as a strong man's arm!
Why was the little tyrant so arrogant and despotic? Wasn't it because he had a mother who was the Minister of Works?
Shi Yu's father?
Hehe, the two of them had already separated eight hundred years ago. Shi Yu's father, Shi Zhong, was even more useless.
"Naturally, I know some inside information. Shi Yu deserves this. " The youth said, "Shi Yu has mediocre looks, mediocre talent, and mediocre looks. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be likable, but he has roots. Although the Minister of Works was there to correct and supervise him, it wasn't easy to be a strict mother. Shi Yu was instigated by his family to leave his biological mother. In the end, he made a big mistake — even a barbecued pork is better than him. "
Young Wei Cong continued, "Two days ago, an imperial censor reported to the Minister of Works, saying that she didn't teach her son well. She allowed her son to force women into prostitution, commit violence on the streets, and cripple people on horseback. The Minister of Works returned to his residence to investigate and confirmed that the matter was true. In a fit of rage, he beat his son with a rod. "
"How did you know this news?"
Young Wei Cong said, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. There's always a way that I know."
Seeing his dream self reveal the childish and gloating smile unique to youths, Wei Cong's lips curled into a bitter smile.
He clearly remembered that because of this matter, he had been punished by his father when he was young.
His father heard that he was gossiping behind someone's back and criticized others. He said that this was not the conduct of a gentleman and punished him to copy books.
The young Wei Cong was in his rebellious period. His father's indiscriminate punishment made him very indignant.
How was it that he wanted to make things difficult for Shi Yu?
It was clearly Shi Yu, the little tyrant, who privately bullied and humiliated Wei Cong.
How did he humiliate him?
He cursed him to his face for being Concubine Teng's son, saying that his status was lowly and lowly, and that he didn't have the right to chat with a student from a good background.
Not only did he humiliate his background and his mother, but he also humiliated his father's defeat in the imperial court several years ago.
More than once, Wei Cong was blocked in a remote corner of the academy by this little tyrant.
He suffered these grievances, but he didn't dare complain to his father. Although Shi Yu's words were unpleasant to hear, there was one thing he was right about. His father was only the grand tutor, and he was only Concubine Teng's son. If his father sought justice from the Minister of Works for him, it would implicate his father's already bad official career.
As the saying went, birds of a feather flocked together. The little tyrant, Shi Yu, was a hedonistic son of rich parents, and his scoundrelly friends weren't good people either.
Wei Cong's background was lowly, but he was ranked among the best. He was often used as an example by his teacher to attack these slackers, imperceptibly attracting a lot of hatred.
They knew that Wei Cong was easy to bully and had no backing. They often joined forces to embarrass him, and verbal humiliation was considered light.
There were a few times when they got into a conflict. Wei Cong was alone and weak, and his opponents outnumbered him. He was punched a few times.
The place where they fought was very hidden, and they were very careful, not leaving behind any evidence. Wei Cong's heart was only filled with anger and hatred.
Every time this happened, he couldn't help but resent his background, but there was nothing he could do. He could only swallow the bitter fruit.
He didn't dare tell his father, afraid that he would make things difficult for him.
Fortunately, he had a few peers he was on good terms with, and they became his only channel to confide in.
These peers were none other than the sons of his father's elder brother, Wei Cong's cousins.
In terms of age, Wei Cong was about the same as them.
In terms of seniority, Wei Cong was their uncle.
Now that he thought about it, it was the care and persuasion of these "good friends" that slowly alienated the young Wei Cong from his father. The young Wei Cong coldly watched the scenes that flashed through his dream. The scenes that had once made him angry and resentful couldn't stir up any of his emotions at this moment.
The young Wei Cong saw his younger self being locked in a room copying books twenty times!
He stubbornly refused to admit his wrongs to his father and stubbornly refused to stop writing. He copied from day to night before finally falling into a deep sleep.
"Tsk, his temperament is quite like mine. Very stubborn."
The young Wei Cong's pupils constricted in shock. He saw the door being gently pushed open, as if afraid of disturbing the person inside. A tall woman stood outside the door. Time hadn't left many traces on her face, but her aura had become more restrained with the passage of time.
"This subject has failed to teach …"
The young Wei Cong saw his father, whom he hadn't seen for many years, enter the room behind the woman in a green robe. His words seemed to be filled with emotion.
"Don't ask for forgiveness so easily. I've seen many people ask for forgiveness during the day. Are you going to do the same?" The woman rebuked him, but her tone was very gentle. She bent down and picked up Wei Cong, who was sprawled on the table, and gently placed him on the bed. She looked lovingly at the youth's eyes. "At the end of the day, it's because I, as a mother, wasn't diligent enough. I didn't know that an academy student would commit such vile acts."
"Since Your Majesty has said so, shouldn't this subject apologize with death?"
The man's eyes were filled with apology and self-blame. He had raised Wei Cong for so many years, but he hadn't realized that his child had suffered so much at Golden Scale Academy. If he hadn't found out by chance, he didn't know how long he would have been kept in the dark. He didn't know how to make up for it even if he wanted to.
The woman said, "You and I are both at fault."
"It's not Your Majesty's fault. Your Majesty has a myriad of affairs to attend to every day. Just government affairs take up 16 to 16 hours. How can you have the extra energy to keep an eye on your child's matters at the academy?" The man helped young Wei Cong tuck into the blanket and said softly, "The matter with the Minister of Works …"
"Her son has committed so many mistakes. It's already benevolent of her not to take that little beast's life." The woman sneered. "Is my son also someone that little beast can casually insult? If Bai Yuexia doesn't break his legs, I'll take my saber and chop off his head! "
Bai Yuexia raised her rod and broke her son's legs in public. On the surface, it was to punish and teach her son a lesson, but in reality, it was the woman's instigation.
The imperial censor criticized Bai Yuexia for several days in a row, and the woman also had the intention of dealing with him severely.
The intelligent Bai Yuexia naturally knew what to do.
Was it more serious to have his legs broken by his mother or to have his head chopped off by the emperor in a fit of rage? Choose for yourself.
Although Bai Yuexia didn't know of Wei Cong's past, she had followed Her Majesty for many years and understood Her Majesty's intentions. She was serious!
The man sighed softly and tucked Wei Cong's scattered hair behind his ears with his fingers.
The woman said, "Golden Scale Academy should also rest and reorganize. If something like this happens again, I'll cut off their parents as well."
It was originally a place for students to study, but she didn't expect such a bullying scandal to appear in the Golden Scale Academy just a dozen years after it was established. Of all things, bullying Wei Cong. She simply didn't want to live! The woman said she wanted to reorganize the Golden Scale Academy, so she would definitely reorganize the entire academy.
"In that case, Ci and Fushou will find an opportunity to have a good talk and console him."
The woman nodded. "Yes."
The young Wei Cong watched everything in his dream. His eyes were sore and swollen, and two streams of hot tears rolled down his cheeks.
So that was the case …
When Wei Cong was young, he was bullied by his classmate, the Little Bully. However, after the Minister of Works, Bai Yuexia, personally broke Shi Yu's legs, those bastards became obedient and no one came to provoke Wei Cong again. At that time, Wei Cong naively thought that Bai Yuexia's actions had a deterrent effect. So …
So this was the truth!
His mother was busy every day, yet she still took time out of her busy schedule to help him vent his anger. His father had also tried to talk to him and console him …
However, the young Wei Cong was willful and rebellious. He had long been instigated and bewitched by others, so he couldn't listen to his father's nagging and lecturing.
If he could turn back time, he wouldn't have said those hurtful words to his sister, nor would he have been instigated to harm his parents.
Vaguely, Wei Cong heard a familiar call from the horizon.
He struggled to open his eyes and found Ning Wanyue kneeling to the side, looking at him with concern.
"Wanyue? What happened … "
Wei Cong heard his voice hoarse, and his face was wet.
"Was Langjun a nightmare just now?"
Ning Wanyue used a handkerchief to wipe away the tears on his face.
Wei Cong lowered his head and leaned on her shoulder. The candlelight elongated the shadows of the two snuggling together.
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