Chapter 847

The woman said, "You live here in seclusion. You should also check the previous affairs? Don't deny it. I know better than you about the books in the study. The world is unstable and there are many contradictions between the north and the south. My mother spends seven or eight hours busy with the North Korean affairs every day. You can follow the Taifu into the palace and see her several times a year. What about me? You get tired of learning and don't learn. The Taifu coaxes you patiently, but what about me? I just Can accompany with books, there are endless things to learn every day. In his spare time, he was taken to the people to observe the people's feelings. Working as a dock worker, learning to beg on the street, hiding in the countryside to visit the people... Wei Cong, can I also resent you? I didn't even dare to get sick. There was no one beside me except the maid. You had some problems. The Taifu stayed awake all night. My mother was so busy that she had to catch the taidoctor for many inquiries. Wei Cong, have you ever thought that others are in dire straits? "

The moon outside the house was worried.

"My mother also said before she died that she regretted it and made you too comfortable! Only then did she have so much time to think about the East and the West. The Taifu felt guilty and spoiled you too naive. A mere gossip can make you feel uneasy. What can you say about you except the throne?" The woman said, "this world was beaten down by her mother. You are just her son, not herself. She can give it to whoever she wants in this world. What if you are her son? Do you have to leave the world to you?"

The young man couldn't bear it. "I didn't want this world! I just want her to admit my identity. I can seriously call her mother, and I can write it into the genealogy... But everyone told me that I was just her shame!"

When he was young, he was used and became a sharp blade inserted into his close relatives' chest. Why did he want to do this?

He has been in the spirit for twelve years. Do you really think he is an unfilial son and not sad at all?

"You remember your legitimate son in the Wei family tree." The woman said, "on the genealogy, the main room next to the Taifu remembers Liu Lanting."

The young man did not recover for a moment.

"My mother only wanted to have one. She just cared about the Taifu and risked to have you again. Her original intention was to let you accompany the Taifu and inherit the Wei family." The woman quickly added, "I'm in front of people, so far I can only call him Taifu. I also want to call him father seriously."

The young man was speechless.

"Forget it, it's all the old yellow calendar more than ten years ago. I didn't come here today to talk nonsense with you." The woman said, "it's time for you and Ning Wanyue to get married. As your sister, you should always send a congratulatory gift. If you and her descendants can be of great use, I will pardon them and let them enter the court. If you think it through, send someone to tell me. If you don't think it through, continue to be your spiritual guardian."

When my mother died, there was an edict punishing Wei Cong for 12 years. Now the deadline has expired.

Ning Wanyue saw Wei Cong's sister Jiang Yan for the first time and the last time.

Seeing the other party coming out, Ning Wanyue saluted in a hurry.

The other party stood on her side and said, "take good care of him for me. Don't spoil him too much."

Me?

Ning Wanyue was so frightened that she opened her eyes. When she returned to God, she had gone, leaving only countless "bride price" and "dowry".

"Lang Jun? Your sister..."

The young man was calm and in a bad mood. He fiddled with the strings.

"Call me Fushou. I want to hear someone call me that again."

The young man has a name, surname Wei, name Cong, and the characters tingzhang. He was a party to the "Prince Zhang Zuo case" that once caused a sensation.

"Fu shou... She..."

Before Ning Wanyue finished, the young man said silently, "she won't come again. You... Go."

"You want to drive me away?" Ning Wanyue grabbed her sleeve, bit her lower lip and said, "yes... How can I deserve you..."

How could she think that the young man in plain clothes all year round was a member of the royal family.

Ning Wanyue is just a country girl. Even though she has studied with the youth for several years, she is still short of some points.

To put it mildly, wearing a Dragon Robe is not like a prince.

The young man silently fiddled with the strings and said, "follow me. It's boring in my life."

Ning Wanyue said, "I've lived here with you for six years. Have you ever heard me shout boring?"

The young man was upset. He put the piano aside.

"Call me again."

Ning Wanyue thought there was no hope. After hearing what he said, Cui Shengsheng shouted, "longevity."

The young man said, "when I was young, I made a big mistake. Even after twelve years of vigil, I still wipe out my inner wounds."

Ning Wan Yue said, "since you are so regretful, why did you just talk back to that adult?"

The young man did not answer.

He was afraid that he would admit defeat, and even the last family member willing to take care of him no longer cared about him.

He has been here for twelve years and only saw his sister twice before and after.

The first was that he had just been sent to the back mountain of the imperial mausoleum, and the second was today.

He is a commoner. The other party 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 hung his head and buried most of his face in the shadow.

Ning Wanyue really doesn't understand.

The young man said again, "she is still patient with me. I can ask her to give you a good marriage."

How to say, it is also a student taught by young people. If you want to say talent and learning, few expensive women in the imperial city can compare with holding the moon.

If you press another good identity, you will be rich and noble for the rest of your life.

Ning Wanyue was still sad. Hearing this, she suddenly smiled.

The young man asked, "what are you laughing at?"

Ning Wanyue said, "I just think I still have hope to stay with you. If you don't care about me, why bother to use the word 'beg'? I've been with you day and night for many years, and I haven't seen you use such a word. Now I'm willing to use it for me, which shows that I still have weight in your heart. Do you say, should I be happy for myself?"

The young man was speechless.

Ning Wanyue said, "I'm just a country girl, but now I have the opportunity to marry 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 picked her and sent her to him.

"Fushou, your sister... Is it your majesty?"

Ning Wanyue holds her cheeks in her hands, her cheeks are red, and her eyes are full of stars.

It is said that the two generations of female emperors are Mingjun who loves the people like a son.

In particular, his majesty today is honest and loves the people. When the other party ascended the throne, he vowed to emulate his mother and never married.

Although she was not married, she also gave birth to a daughter a few years ago. She still doesn't know her biological father's identity.

But the emperor, the people are more concerned about achievements, but they don't pay much attention to their private life.

When Ning Wanyue was young, he often heard his father talk about the achievements of the two emperors.

His father was born in troubled times. He respected the emperors of two generations most. In his father's words, the emperor who can make the people live well is a good emperor. As for the court disputes, those are too far away from the common people.

Under the influence of her father, Ning Wanyue is also the brain powder of the female emperor.

When the young man saw that her cheeks were red, he thought about the appearance of his own sister, which was inexplicably blocked.

Ning Wanyue asked him, "so... Will Fushou keep vigil here all the time?"

The young man said, "mother... The former Emperor punished me 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 heart knot of longevity has not been solved? Or has it not arrived in 12 years?"

"The deadline has expired. Otherwise, how could your majesty condescend and go all the way?" The young man spoke insincerely. He was obviously looking forward to this day. He occasionally knew from the market books how busy the emperor sister was. She was no more idle than her mother in those years. It was not easy to take time to go like this, "I just don't want to go."

Ning Wan Yue said, "why?"

"I'm afraid you don't know... If I hadn't been too stupid and made a big mistake... How could the former Emperor die early?"

Ning Wanyue disagreed, she said, "However, I heard... I just heard from my father that the former Emperor was not in good health, and she had the intention to meditate in those years... I think, with the former Emperor's willingness to be responsible to the people, if it were not for force majeure, she would not easily leave the burden and let her majesty succeed to the throne? Maybe the former Emperor was really in bad health and wanted to meditate..."

The next words may touch the young man's painful feet. Ning Wanyue is afraid to say.

The young man said, "just keep talking."

Ning Wanyue scratched her head and said, "well... I was thinking, maybe the situation of the first emperor was not very good at that time. She wanted to take off her burden and have a good look at her country? The first emperor paid most of his life to end the troubled times. It would be a pity if she didn't have a good look."

The young man looked at Ning Wanyue in silence.

"Now that your vigil period has expired, why don't you walk around and see more for the late emperor? Your painting is excellent and you can draw it down."

Ning Wanyue intended to persuade the young man to let go of his heart knot. Seeing that his eyes were red, he didn't know how to go on.

"Let me lean... Just a minute."

The young man leaned on her shoulder without making a sound.

When night fell outside, the young man gathered his good mood and got up to open the box in a corner of the study.

There were sixteen boxes stacked neatly 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 one by one. Ning Wanyue could still smell the ink on it. After unfolding, a magnificent scene appeared in front of her. She finally knew who the young man learned his wonderful painting from. "He rarely painted people, mostly landscape paintings. I always felt that he was depressed when I looked at his paintings before. Now I see it again, I know that he is shallow."

Ning Wanyue realized that these boxes contained the relics of the young father.

It's all books, poems, paintings. Except for a few land deeds, there's nothing yellow or white.

"The breeze has not stopped, the path is full of flowers, and the red clouds are thousands of miles and thousands of hectares..."

In the painting, there is a lotus in full bloom, and the lotus leaves seem to sway with the wind. You can vaguely smell the sweet smell.

In the pavilion in the lake, there stands a graceful figure, which seems to be looking at the painter's line of sight and smiling.

The young man smiled and said, "the man in the picture is the mother, and he only paints the mother."