Yuan Yi said, "Father, ever since Mother left, you have been the one who raised me alone. It was not easy for you to raise me. I also have the most basic filial piety. Even if there are thousands of grievances, I will not really resent you. In my heart, your image has always been extremely lofty and sacred. I yearn with all my heart for a father's love, but every time you teach me martial arts, you always seem aloof, overly strict, ice- cold, and unreasonable. It seems to be a kind of alienation that can be looked at but cannot be reached. Even if I wanted to be close to you, I did not dare to cross your bottom line. I could not cross this chasm. Ever since I was little, you have instilled in me 'to live for responsibility'. The meaning of all life is to inherit your position and to expand the family to greater heights. You only care about whether or not I have a breakthrough in my martial arts. You have never asked about my daily life or my thoughts. The love and care between us is precisely because of these little ties. If we do not pay attention to care for each other, as time passes, the father-son relationship will gradually fade. "
The original Manor Lord sighed and said, "What you said is not false. There are two reasons. First, I want to be strict with you. I want you to be the most outstanding in everything you do. No one will dare to look down on you. Only then will you not repeat Father's mistakes. Second … I am afraid that I will raise another unfilial son. The only feelings I have given are already covered in cuts and bruises. I am afraid that I will be betrayed again. Because of this, I am not willing to unreservedly entrust my love to others. "
Yuan Yi said, "But the level of martial arts does not represent everything. Belief and pursuit are more important. Jianghu is indeed a cruel environment. But I would rather go deep into it and experience all kinds of hardships than be protected forever in a vase. I do not want to be protected by external objects and be a rich young master with greasy hair and powdered face. A life without knowing anything is empty and incomplete. If I stay in the Manor forever, perhaps I will not have the opportunity to meet so many friends. I will not be able to experience all the unforgettable stories with everyone. If I cannot even control my own fate, how can I talk about becoming the master of the world and control other people's lives? "
The original Manor Lord nodded and said, "Your friends also taught me this point. To be able to meet them is indeed your good fortune. Recently, I often reflect on whether I have been too harsh on you in the past. If I try to redeem myself now, is it too late? I don't want my son to look back on the past a hundred years later and only remember that unreasonable father of his when he was young … Do as you wish. Our Gen Family's ambitions are as high as the heavens, and we will never be restricted by a small world. You are free to roam the Jianghu and build your own power. Don't come back to see me before you accomplish something great as you said. "
Yuan Yi was overjoyed when he heard this, and his heart was filled with indescribable joy. Perhaps it was because he was in the former mistress's bedroom. Facing his most beloved woman, even a cold-blooded person would find it hard to harden his heart. He said, "Father, I promise you. I swear in front of you and Mother that I won't muddle through my days and fail to live up to the painstaking efforts of the two of you …" He also felt that the atmosphere was too heavy, so he forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, your son is always eager to excel. How can I tolerate losing to others? No matter what, I will do my best. "
The original Manor Lord said, "That's good. Yi 'er, your father is nearing the end of his life. No matter how much I refuse to accept my old age, I can't win against time. No matter how far you run, don't forget that you still have a father. I don't want to be seriously ill in the future, lying on a bed alone, without a single person by my side to take care of me. Your father has lived a life of glory, and until I die, I will also leave in glory. "
Yuan Yi said, "Father, if you say you are old, I think you are muddle-headed. Why are you talking about death all of a sudden? You will definitely live to a hundred years old. You said you will live to witness my glory, so don't even think about going back on your words. "At this time, he couldn't help but feel sour in his nose. From now on, he would be running around all over the world. Seeing his old father was really one less thing.
The original Manor Lord patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't be sad, your grandfather is still alive. How can your father die so easily? At the very least, I have to see my Yi 'er marry and have children before I am willing to close my eyes. Sigh, that Miss Nangong is a good girl. It's a pity that someone else beat me to it … "
Tears welled up in Yuan Yi's eyes. His knees sank and he knelt down straight. All the disagreements between father and son in the past seemed to have melted away in this one kneel.
Li Yijie waited alone outside the room. He paced back and forth for a long time. He didn't know what kind of intimate words the original Manor Lord and Yuan Yi had said. After waiting for a short while, he saw the two of them walking out hand in hand, talking and laughing with each other. Even he let out a long sigh.
Afterwards, the original Manor Lord sent his servants out to investigate. With Li Yijie, the knot in the father and son's hearts was finally resolved. He ordered people to set up a banquet to properly entertain this great hero. Li Yijie didn't dare to claim credit for himself, but seeing the original Manor Lord's hospitality, he reluctantly sat down at the banquet table. The two sides were happy and harmonious; it wasn't a problem.
The Yuan Family Manor was like a paradise on earth, completely different from the mundane world. At the same time, on the other side of the capital, there was an uproar. Early in the morning, a farmer who was picking vegetables saw a luxuriously dressed young man lying in front of the Prince Fu's gate. His whole body was covered in blood and he was missing an arm. Looking at his accessories and clothes, he should be a person with a great background. He didn't dare to move forward, for fear of inviting disaster.
However, the news spread like wildfire. One spread to ten, ten spread to a hundred. In a short time, the streets were bustling with noise. A large group of common people, as if they had agreed to meet, rushed forward like a tide, fighting to see this rare spectacle. Everyone surrounded the young man, pointing and whispering. Most of them were guessing his identity and how he was injured. Finally, they proposed a bet, each side putting down a few taels of silver. The Manor's Imperial Bodyguards chased them away several times, but the common people's interest didn't diminish and they refused to disperse.
This clamor naturally spread into the inner part of the Manor. At that time, Prince Fu and Lu Qian were in the middle of a meeting, each raising their own conditions and drawing benefits. Prince Fu originally wanted to show off his grandeur and take care of the Manor to perfection. Previously, for this meeting, he had ordered his subordinates to tidy up the Manor. Showing off his extravagance and bragging without restraint, Lu Qian also clicked his tongue in admiration.
Prince Fu was secretly pleased with himself, thinking that this way, he could raise his conditions even more favorable, and he didn't have to worry that he wouldn't agree. At this crucial moment, someone came to cause trouble. He wished he could kick that subordinate out.
Lu Qian giggled and said, "Oh, that group of people must have eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's gall. How dare they come to the Prince Fu's Manor to cause trouble? Do they think that our Prince's prestige is fake? " Prince Fu knew that Lu Qian was deliberately mocking him. He hated him so much that the roots of his teeth itched, but he had no choice but to maintain a calm expression. He waved his hand and said, "This is a small matter, you can deal with it yourself. Didn't you see that this Prince is entertaining an important guest? I am afraid that person is just a poor beggar. Go to the accountant's office and take out a few taels of silver. You'd better send him away as soon as possible. "
Lu Qian laughed and said, "That's right, that group of common people are apathetic. They only need a little excitement to watch, as if their eighteen generations of ancestors are being worshipped. Wait until you drive away that homeless person, you don't need to coax them to leave, they will leave. " Winking toward Prince Fu, he said, "Your Noble Prince's Manor's silver, every cent and every millet is used for important matters, how can it be worth spending money on such a small matter? It just so happens that recently Xiongdi's money is not too tight, I will reluctantly help you out. "
Prince Fu coldly said, "Those who come are guests, how can I ask you to spend money? It seems like this Prince is not giving Noble Consort Yun face. "Lu Qian laughed and said," You are too polite, you are too polite. Deference is no substitute for obedience. "With a twist of his wrist, he put the money back into his pouch. In this situation, in this situation, Prince Fu knew perfectly well that Lu Qian was taking advantage of the situation to play tricks, and did not really have any intention of spending money, yet he had nothing to say. This action was an enormous humiliation to his face, so he could only swallow his bellyful of anger.
The servant obeyed his leader's order, but before he could turn around, suddenly another servant rushed in, covered in dust, and said, "I heard from the outside that the man is your adopted son, Prince Cheng. Although it has not been confirmed, it has been spread among the common people. If we delay any longer, I am afraid our Prince's Mansion's face … the impact will not be very good. "
Prince Fu's face, which was already as dark as the bottom of a pot, darkened several degrees. He said, "This is simply the biggest preposterous thing in the world! Let this Prince go out and take a look. Lu Daren, please rest here first. "With a flick of his sleeve, he angrily rushed out. Lu Qian picked up the teapot on the table, brought it to his mouth, and happily drank a big mouthful. He also grabbed a few peanuts from the plate and popped them into his mouth, eating and drinking. Sitting down and watching Prince Fu make a fool of himself, it could not be said that this was one of the most beautiful things in life.
Prince Fu brought his attendants to the outside of the mansion, and ordered them to open a path. At first, he was still hoping for a fluke, hoping that there would be some misunderstanding. People are similar, things are coincidental. Who would have thought that as soon as he saw him, he was not his short-lived adopted son? He could not help but be extremely angry, wishing that he could just throw him here and let him perish on his own.
The common people's discussion entered his ears, and it was extremely unbearable. If he ignored it, he was afraid that he would lose the hearts of the people. He had no choice but to suppress his anger, and ordered a few people to carry him inside. This way, it was the same as tacitly agreeing to the rumors. As he turned around and entered the mansion, he could still hear the continuous criticism behind his back.
As soon as Lu Qian saw the Shangguan Yaohua being carried into the Palace Hall, his smiling face immediately collapsed. In a flurry he squeezed forward to take a look, but he seemed to be even more anxious than the servants in the mansion. With a forced laugh he said, "How can Wangye be so cruel, beating your adopted son to this extent … it's too horrible to look at. Cough, cough, in the dead of winter, you let him lie outside alone. You really don't want his life, do you? If word gets out that Wangye is abusing your son, you won't be praised for being strict with yourself … "
Prince Fu's face was ashen, he resisted the urge to interrupt him, and stepped forward to check the Shangguan Yaohua's injuries. Sure enough, there were lines of wounds, all of them were caused by his own whipping a few days ago. After being jolted, the wounds reopened, blood splashed all over his body. Presumably, he was Shen Shiyun's favorite, and had heard the gist of what happened that day, so he could not deny it.
As the saying goes, 'don't wash your dirty linen in public', if other people saw it, especially political opponents, it would not be good. He argued, "He went alone to look for the 'Seven Demons', he was extremely lucky to be able to preserve his life, how could he dare to extravagantly hope to come out unscathed? I'm afraid even Lu Daren could not do it? "
Lu Qian said, "That's true, but you knew it was dangerous, yet you still had the heart to let him go alone to meet the 'Seven Demons', and did not send any troops to help him. You can't be considered a competent Yifu." Prince Fu snorted coldly, with two fingers he gently checked his pulse. A group of people gathered around the bed, forming a dark mass, their momentum was not inferior to the momentum outside the mansion just now.
The Shangguan Yaohua was destined not to be able to sleep peacefully. He was not in a deep coma, lying outside the mansion for a short while, he faintly regained some consciousness. But because he was too tired, he did not want to get up. Half asleep and half awake, he vaguely felt the light around him flickering, his ears were constantly buzzing, he really wanted to slap these annoying flies away.
Not long afterwards, suddenly he heard Prince Fu's voice, it sounded like he was arguing with someone, and the person they were talking about was him. Instinctively he opened his eyes, and saw all kinds of different gazes were directed at him, some were concerned, some were malicious. Several servants called out, "He's awake! He's awake! Xiao Wangye is awake! "
Shangguan Yaohua felt as if the bones in his body were broken, he hesitantly said, "Yi … Yifu? I … Why am I here … "Everything that had happened before she fainted gradually became clear in her mind. Nangong Xue's face was stiff and cold. She was holding a long sword that could take one's life. Every move she made was without mercy. His heart felt as if it had been split open, throbbing with pain.
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