Eight Hundred and Fifty-Two: Fanwai, My Husband-in-Law Is a Guardian (3) [7th Festival]

The woman said, "You live here in seclusion, so you should have checked the past, right? Don't deny it, I know better than you what books are in the study. You are busy with court affairs for eight hours. You can follow the Taifu into the palace and see her several times a year, how about me? If you get tired of studying and lose your temper, the Taifu will coax you patiently, but what about me? I can only be accompanied by books, and there are endless things to learn every day. In my spare time, I was taken to the people to observe the people's conditions. I worked as a dock laborer, learned to beg for food on the street, and hid in the countryside to investigate the people's conditions... Wei Cong , can I resent you too? I don’t even dare to get sick, and there is no one by my side except the maid. You have a little problem. The imperial physician asked many times. Wei Cong, you live a relaxed and happy life, but have you ever thought about other people's lives in dire straits?"

Wan Yue outside the house was worried.

"My mother also said before she died that she regretted letting you live too comfortably! Only so much time to think about things. The Taifu felt guilty and spoiled you too naively. Mere gossip can make you happy It’s hard to flatten, but you’re talking about, apart from the throne, what else is there about you to be proud of?” The woman said again, “This world was created by the mother, and 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 anymore and said, "I never thought of wanting this world! I just hope that she will admit my identity, that I can call her mother in a serious manner, and that I can write in the genealogy in a dignified manner...but everyone tells me that I am just her. Shame!"

When he was young and ignorant, he was used by others and became a sharp knife piercing the chest of his relatives. How could he ever think of this?

He has been guarding the spirit for twelve years, do you really think that he is an unfilial son, and he is not sad at all?

"In the Wei clan's genealogy, it is recorded as the son-in-law." The woman said, "In the genealogy, the main room next to the Taifu is remembered to be Liu Lanting."

The young man didn't recover for a moment.

"My mother only wanted to have one child back then, but she just cared about the Taifu, so she took the risk of giving birth to you again. The original intention was for you to accompany the Taifu and inherit the Wei family." The woman said again quickly, "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 old calendars from more than ten years ago, and I didn't come here today to talk nonsense with you." The woman said, "You and that Ning Wanyue should also get married. Present a congratulatory gift. If you and her descendants are worthy 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 don't figure it out, continue to be your guardian. "

Before his mother died, there was a will to punish Wei Cong to guard his spirit for twelve years, but now the time limit has expired.

Ning Wanyue for the first time,

It was the last time I saw Wei Cong's sister Jiang Yan.

Seeing the other party coming out, Ning Wanyue hastily saluted.

The other party stood still beside her, and said quickly, "Take good care of him for me, don't spoil him too much."

I?

Ning Wanyue widened her eyes in fright, and when she came back to her senses, the person had already left, leaving only countless "betrothal gifts" and "dowry".

"Lang Jun? Your sister..."

The young man was sullen, in a bad mood, and plucked the strings again and again.

"Call me Fushou, I want to hear, if someone calls me that again."

The young man has a first name, surname Wei, surname Cong, surname Tingzhang, and was involved in the sensational "Prince Zhangzuo Case".

"Fushou...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 grabbed her sleeves, bit her lower lip and said, "That's right... My identity, how can I be worthy of you..."

How could she have imagined that the young man dressed in plain clothes all the year round turned out to be a member of the royal family.

Ning Wanyue is just a country girl, even though she has studied with the young man for several years, she still lacks some points.

To put it bluntly, wearing a dragon robe doesn't look like a prince.

The young man plucked the strings silently, and said after a while, "Follow me, this life is so boring."

Ning Wanyue said, "I have lived here with you for six years, have you ever heard me call out boring?"

The young man was upset, so he put the piano aside.

"Call me again."

Ning Wanyue thought that there was no hope, but after hearing what he said, she hesitated and called out, "Fushou."

The young man said, "When I was young, I made a big mistake. Even after 12 years of vigil, I still can't heal the wound in my heart."

Ning Wanyue said, "Since you are so regretful, why did you talk back to that lord just now?"

The youth did not answer.

He was afraid that he would admit defeat, and even the last relative who was willing to talk to him would no longer care about him.

He has been guarding the spirit here for twelve years, and only saw his own sister twice.

The first time was when he was just sent to the mountain behind the imperial mausoleum, and the second time was today.

He is a commoner, and 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.

"There are some things...you don't understand..." The young man lowered his head, with 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."

In any case, they are also students who are taught by young people. In terms of talent and learning, there are few noble girls in the imperial city who can match Wanyue.

If he had a good status, he would definitely be rich and powerful in the rest of his life.

Ning Wanyue was still sad at first, 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 bother to use the word 'begging'? I have been with you day and night for many years, and I have never seen you use such a word. Now that you are willing to use it for me, it shows that I still have weight in your heart. Tell me, 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 marry you, I'm too happy to be happy."

The young man looked at Ning Wanyue, and vaguely understood why Jiang Yan's confidant picked her to send to him.

"Fushou, your sister...is really Your Majesty?"

Ning Wanyue rested her cheeks on her hands, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were full of stars.

It is said that the two generations of female emperors were all wise emperors who loved the people like their own sons.

Especially the current His Majesty, who is honest and caring for the people, when the other party ascended the throne, he vowed to follow his mother and never got married.

Although unmarried, she also gave birth to a concubine a few years ago, and the identity of her biological father is still unknown.

But the emperor, the common people care more about achievements than private life.

When Ning Wanyue was young, she often heard her father talk about the merits 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, that is—an emperor who can make the people live a good life is a good emperor. As for court disputes, those are too far away from the common people.

Under the influence of her father, Ning Wanyue is also a fan of the Empress.

Seeing her blushing cheeks, the young man was inexplicably embarrassed when he thought about his own sister's appearance.

Ning Wanyue asked him, "Will... Fushou still keep guarding the spirit here?"

The young man 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 Fushou's knot is still unresolved? Or has twelve years not yet come?"

"The time limit has expired, otherwise, how could His Majesty condescend and come all the way?" The young man spoke insincerely, he was clearly looking forward to this day, and he occasionally knew about this imperial lady from the books in the market How busy it is, it is not as leisurely as my mother back then, it is not easy to find time for such a trip, "I just don't want to leave."

Ning Wanyue said, "Why?"

"I'm afraid you don't know... If I wasn't too stupid and made a big mistake... how could the late emperor die so early?"

Ning Wanyue disagreed a little, she said, "But, I heard... I just heard from my father that the late emperor was not in good health, and she had the intention to take the Zen position back then... I think, the first emperor treats the common people Responsible temperament, if it is not for irresistible factors, she will not easily let go of the burden and let His Majesty take over the throne, right? Perhaps, the late emperor was really in poor health and wanted the Zen seat..."

The next words might touch the young man's sore feet, Ning Wanyue was a little afraid to say it.

The young man said, "Just keep talking."

Ning Wanyue scratched her head and said, "Well... I was thinking, maybe the situation of the late emperor was not good at that time, and she wanted to take off the burden and take a good look at her own country? The late emperor gave most of her life to end the troubled times, if It’s a pity not to take a good look.”

The young man looked at Ning Wanyue silently.

"Since your vigil is over, why don't you go around and see more for the late emperor? Your painting is very good, you can draw it."

Ning Wanyue originally wanted to persuade the young man to let go of his heart, but seeing his slightly red eyes, she didn't know what to say.

"Let me rely on... just a moment."

The young man leaned on her shoulder and didn't make a sound for a while.

As night fell outside, the young man calmed down and got up to open the box in the corner of the study.

There are sixteen boxes in total, stacked neatly up and down.

For several years, Ning Wanyue has never seen him open any of the boxes.

"This is my father's brush and ink." The young man opened a pair, and Ning Wanyue could still smell the fragrance of the ink on it. After unfolding, a magnificent scene appeared in front of her eyes. She finally knew who the young man learned from for his wonderful painting. "He seldom draws people, but 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 I realize that I am superficial."

Only then did Ning Wanyue understand that these boxes contained the relics of the young father.

It is full of books, transcriptions of poems, paintings, and apart from a few land deeds, there is nothing yellow or white.

"The breeze does not stop, the fragrance of flowers fills the path, and the red clouds are thousands of miles away..."

In the painting, lotus leaves are in full bloom, and the lotus leaves seem to be swaying in the wind, and you can faintly smell the fragrance.

In the pavilion in the lake, there stands a graceful figure, who seems to be looking towards the line of sight of the person in the painting, smiling.

The young man said with a smile, "The person in the painting is a mother, and he only draws mothers." To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: