My Confucian Father

Chapter 1 The Silly Son of the Holy Family of Confucianism

Great Yan Empire, Shengjing.

Zhenyao King's Mansion is located in the core area of ​​Shengjing City, next to the Imperial City, which is a size of a hundred mu, with carved beams and painted buildings, and extremely prosperous civil engineering.

In terms of luxury, it is only second to the emperor's residence.

But as Dayan's unique king with a different surname, one of the only five saints in the world, the leader of the world's literati, and at the same time the hero who saved Dayan from the catastrophe of destroying the country, Confucian saints naturally have this qualification.

From the emperor to the common people, no one will have any objection to this. If someone opposes it, I'm afraid they will be drowned by spit stars.

Today's Town Demon King's Mansion is quite lively, the middle gate is wide open, and luxury carriages of various colors are parked at the entrance, important courtiers, celebrities and scholars, princes and nobles are coming and going, and the voices of people are noisy.

So many important people came to congratulate today.

The reason is quite simple.

Because today is the 50th birthday of Confucian saints.

Although Confucian Sage himself left Dayan 15 years ago to travel around, and no one knows where he is until now, but this does not affect his status in the hearts of Dayan people.

Today is Confucianism's birthday, and the people of Dayan are all celebrating.

This honor can only be obtained by Confucian saints, not even the emperor.

"Congratulations, Mr. Wang, my servant! Present two thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng!"

"Congratulations to Dean Chen of Bailu Academy! Offer a dragon blood inkstone! A hundred pieces of dragon slough paper!"

"Congratulations, Mr. Sima, Minister of the Ministry of Finance! Present a hundred top-quality spirit stones!"

"Congratulations, King Yan! Offer a land deed for a hundred acres of fertile land! Ten pieces of fire spirit chalcedony!"

……

One after another, the sound of singing salutes continued to ring out. They were either relatives of the emperor or celebrities and important ministers, all of whom had extraordinary identities.

Even though some important people did not come in person due to some circumstances, they still gave generous gifts as a token of respect.

At the middle gate of Zhenyao Palace, the Confucian saint's wife, Mrs. Xu, is at the gate personally welcoming the guests who came to celebrate her birthday, smiling and smiling.

"His Royal Highness is here!"

Suddenly, a slightly shrill voice sounded, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

I saw two spirit beasts pulling a carriage coming and stopped in front of the Zhenyao Palace, and then a handsome young man in a bright yellow python robe got out of the carriage.

And this person is the prince of the Great Yan Empire!

Seeing the prince coming in person, Mrs. Xu was not surprised, but walked down the steps slowly to meet him.

"Mr. Xu sees His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The prince smiled kindly, went forward to help Mrs. Xu up, and said with a very respectful attitude: "Madam, you are very polite. You are an elder, how can you bow to Gu."

Mrs. Xu shook her head and said: "Your Highness is a prince, and my concubine is only a few years old. How can I abolish etiquette because of this?"

"Besides, His Royal Highness is here in person, and the husband is not in the mansion, so the concubine will welcome him on his behalf. This is already negligent, and I hope His Highness will forgive me."

The prince waved his hands again and again to show humility, and then said: "My master travels all over the world for the livelihood of the people in the world.

Today is my wife's 50th birthday, and my father was unable to visit the door in person because of his busy government affairs, so he ordered his father to congratulate him on his behalf.

It's a small gift, and a little bit of loneliness, please accept it with a smile. "

As the prince spoke, he waved his hands slightly, and a group of palace servants carried out box after box of congratulatory gifts, all kinds of treasures and spirit stones inside were shining with precious light, extremely rich!
The emperor ordered the prince to come to the door to celebrate his birthday on his behalf. This is simply a mighty grace of the emperor!
Who among the civil and military men of the Manchu Dynasty can enjoy such treatment?

"On behalf of my husband, I thank Your Majesty Long En."

Xu's face showed a smile, not surprised by favor or humiliation, with a certain air, and then personally welcomed the prince into the mansion.

……

Today's birthday banquet has quite a lot of guests, the banquet is full of guests, only the main seat is vacant, even the crown prince can only sit in the lower left seat.

After drinking for three rounds, the prince glanced at the empty place, and said with emotion: "Master has been away for 15 years. Without Master, I will lose a jade pillar to support the sky."

He said, looking at Xu who was sitting above, "Dare to ask Madam, has there been any news about Master recently? My father has a lot of thoughts about Master on weekdays, and often talks about it."

20 years ago, the Yaozu suddenly launched an attack and attacked the human race in all directions, and Dayan was the first to bear the brunt, and was in danger for a while.

King of Demon Suppression, that is, Su Changqing, a contemporary Confucian saint, stood up at this time of crisis. He fought against the Demon Emperor alone and won the victory. An article suppressed millions of elites of the Demon Race, which bought precious time for the race to gather troops. Together with the saints, they will work together to defeat the monster race.

Since then, Confucian Saint Su Changqing has become a hero of the Great Yan Empire and even the entire human race, an indelible legend and myth, and was even conferred the title of King of Different Surnames by Emperor Yan.

However, five years later, when Dayan had completely settled down, the Confucian saint left Dayan quietly, and went out alone to the direction of the Yaozu.

No one knew what he was going to do, and no one knew where he was going.

And there is no news about him from Yaozu.

It has been a full 15 years now, and Confucian saints seem to have disappeared out of thin air.

But no one thinks that the Confucian saint will have any accidents. After all, even the demon emperor of the demon clan was defeated by him, and he can suppress and kill millions of demon clans with a single article!

This level of strength surpasses all saints!
Even the most powerful military sage in Li country is not as good as this Confucian sage, he is the well-deserved number one in the world.

How could there be any accidents in such an existence?
When mentioning the whereabouts of Confucian saints, many officials and celebrities present all fell silent, and cast their eager eyes on Mrs. Xu.

The whereabouts of Confucian saints is a mystery that everyone is curious and concerned about.

Mrs. Xu smiled wryly: "When my husband left back then, he only said that he wanted to go west to investigate one thing, and then there was no news. In the past 15 years, I have not received any news from my husband."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help feeling disappointed.

The same is true for the prince, but he calmed down quickly, and then comforted Xu: "Master is a Confucian sage who has not been born for a thousand years. He naturally has his reasons for doing things, and it is difficult for us ordinary people to spy."

"Ma'am, don't worry, Master will definitely return safely."

Mrs. Xu nodded, but everyone did not continue to discuss this topic.

The crown prince looked around, remembered something again, and asked, "Speaking of which, why didn't you see Mr. Su?"

The Mr. Su he was talking about was Su Mu, the son of a Confucian sage.

When it comes to Confucian saints, apart from his brilliant achievements and mysterious whereabouts, another mystery is his son.

The Confucian sage had a son named Su Mu.

Back then, when the Confucian Christmas was born, all the bigwigs gathered at the full moon, and the soldiers and the Dharma saints all came to congratulate him.

But since then, the news has gradually disappeared. This son of Confucianism and sage has never shown his face in front of others, and has been living in the palace for many years.

Everyone is quite curious about how the son of a Confucian sage is doing now.

Is he as stunning and talented as his father?
Today's Confucian sage's birthday, many people also hold the idea of ​​​​looking at the son of the Confucian sage, after all, the birthday must show up.

Who knows that he still didn't see him during the banquet.

Xu's complexion froze slightly, and he replied apologetically: "The dog is studying in the mansion, and the husband said before he left that it would take a long time to come back, so let the concubine teach the child well.

All these years, my concubine did not dare to indulge him arrogantly, so he was locked up in the mansion to study and teach, lest he go out and use his father's reputation and influence to do anything wrong. "

This answer made everyone look at each other in dismay.

Disciplining children so strictly?

Hmm... It's no wonder that he is a child of the Confucian family!

This tutor is simply exemplary!
Chen Xingzhi, the dean of Bailu Academy, immediately stroked his beard and praised: "Master's family style is indeed rigorous, and Madam understands righteousness even more."

"It's not like some ministers who only pamper their children and grandchildren, turning them into playboys who only know how to bully men and women, fight chickens and walk dogs!"

Chen Xingzhi's words contained undisguised irony.

Some of the ministers with children and grandchildren present here had ugly faces for a while, and they looked at Chen Xingzhi with dissatisfaction.

This old man is really outspoken!

A minister sneered and said, "President Chen should discipline his grandson well. Yesterday, I went to enjoy drinking in Bi Pavilion. I was so happy to see your son hugging him from left to right."

Chen Xingzhi's face darkened immediately, and he said in a cold voice: "Nonsense! My grandson went out of the city yesterday to go out with friends to pick up the scenery, how could he go to the brothel!"

The minister asked curiously: "Oh? Picking wind? I think it's picking flowers, right? Hahahahaha!"

This sentence immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Chen Xingzhi's old face was getting darker, and he wished he could use his tongue and sword now to teach the minister who spoke a lesson.

"Okay, okay, let's stop joking."

"Besides, that would be impolite."

At this time, the prince stepped forward to smooth things over, suppressed all the laughter, and then said to Mrs. Xu: "Madam's strict family style makes Gu admire it."

"But Mr. Su is sixteen this year, and it's too pitiful to stay at home all the time."

"Madam might as well let Mr. Su go to the major academies, or Guozijian to communicate with our Dayan students. It's not good to work behind closed doors after all."

"Father, Gu, and the people of Dayan all hope to see Mr. Su inherit the mantle of Confucianism."

Faced with the prince's suggestion, Xu could only nod in agreement, and then the banquet continued, so he didn't talk about it at this time.

But no one could see the gloomy look that flashed in the depths of her eyes.

……

The birthday banquet lasted until the evening, when many guests took their leave one after another, and the huge Zhenyao Palace also became deserted.

The servants of the house were cleaning up the mess after the banquet.

Mrs. Xu, on the other hand, sat in the nave to rest a little tiredly.

I have been receiving guests all day today, and I have been so busy that I have not stopped. I am not very tired physically, but mentally exhausted is inevitable.

At this time, an old man dressed as a housekeeper walked into the middle hall, presented a gift list, and said respectfully: "Madam, all the gifts received have been counted, please take a look."

"Ah."

Mrs. Xu was resting with one hand resting on her forehead with her eyes closed, and responded lightly.

The housekeeper saw her exhaustion, so he put away the gift list and said with concern: "Madam, you have been tired all day today, and you haven't eaten much."

"The servant has ordered the cook to cook some of your favorite side dishes. After you finish eating, go to bed early, so you don't get exhausted."

Xu opened her eyes, looked at the housekeeper, and said, "I'm fine, is Mu'er asleep now?"

"Go back to madam, not yet."

"I'll go see him."

Mrs. Xu got up and walked out of the lobby, followed by the old housekeeper.

Zhenyao King's Mansion is quite large. This mansion was disassembled and built together. It covers an area of ​​[-] mu.

Among them, water pavilions, terraces, courtyards and lakes are all available.

Even the emperor's palace is nothing more than that.

Mrs. Xu and the butler walked through the courtyards and came to the deepest courtyard of the palace.

This courtyard is not very big, but it is the most mysterious place in the entire Zhenyao King's Mansion. All servants and maidservants in the mansion are strictly forbidden to approach this place without permission.

The butler stopped at the gate of the yard.

Mrs. Xu walked into the yard alone.

In the yard there was a luxuriant sweet-scented osmanthus tree. A big red-haired bird squatted on it and dozed off, and Ha Lazi was dragged from the bird's beak to the ground.

This bird is quite fat, and its weight bends the branches down, making people worry that the branches will break.

Mrs. Xu glanced at the big red-haired bird, then pushed open the door and walked into the room.

The house is not big, but the layout is quite warm and delicate.

And in front of the window, there was a handsome young man in a brocade robe, staring at the wind chimes on the eaves in a daze.

Seeing this young man, Xu's face softened, and he walked gently to his side, stroked his head, and said with a smile, "Mu'er, what are you looking at?"

The boy was indifferent and ignored her words.

And Mrs. Xu didn't mind, picked up the ivory comb on the table, combed his smooth long hair, and said to herself: "Today is your father's 50th birthday. Speaking of which, mother is also 47 years old this year." I'm getting old too."

"Your father is unreliable. He said that he would come back after a few years, but he left for 15 years. He left us orphans and widows. He even said that he was No. 1 in the world and a Confucian saint. I think it is bullshit."

"When he comes back, you can see if I let him in."

Mrs. Xu babbled on some gossip, regardless of whether the young man could understand it or not, she just talked about it to herself.

"Do you know? The prince is here today, and many guests want to see you."

"Oh, mother also wants you to go out and meet them. My Mu'er is so handsome and outstanding. If those princes and ministers want to see you, they will definitely want to come and say kiss."

"But mother can't do that..."

As Xu spoke softly, his eyes gradually became moist.

Everyone in the world is curious about her son, but who knows that the son of a dignified Confucian saint is actually a person born without a soul?
For so many years, she has been carefully hiding this secret, just not wanting her son to be criticized and bullied by others, but she is still the one who suffers the most.

After hearing what the prince said at the banquet today, it made her feel even more sad and heartbroken.

Doesn't she want her son to be able to study, practice, and make friends freely?She thinks more than anyone.

She didn't even hear her son call "Mother"!
Seeing her son in front of her eyes, but not being able to communicate and speak with him, this is too cruel for a mother.

Mrs. Xu wiped away her tears, helped Su Mu straighten her temples, and muttered to herself, "You were born lacking a heavenly soul. The medical sage said that the soul-condensing grass growing in the extreme northern Tianyuan may complement your soul."

"Don't worry, Mu'er, your father has already gone to find it for you. He is a Confucian sage, the strongest person in the world. He will definitely be able to find the Soul Concentrating Grass and bring you back to normal."

"When you recover, mother will help you marry the most beautiful woman in the world and have several babies, okay?"

Su Mu still looked blank and did not respond.

People are born with the three souls of heaven, earth and man, seven souls of joy, anger, sorrow, joy, worry, worry and thought; the three souls represent the spirit, energy and spirit respectively, and the absence of the heavenly soul means that the mind is broken and unconscious.

Simply put, without a heavenly soul, a human being is just a walking corpse with instincts and an empty body.

But in Xu's eyes, even if Su Mu is an unconscious fool, she will not dislike him at all.

Because this is her son.

Seeing Su Mu still looking dull, Xu's eyes dimmed slightly.

But she was already used to this, so she can't be called lost. It has been her habit to talk to her son every day for so many years.

And just when she got up to leave, a faint voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"mother……"

Xu's eyes widened, and then she turned around abruptly.

She stared at Su Mu's blank face, her face was full of shock and disbelief, and said in a trembling voice: "Mu'er, Mu'er, were you talking just now?"

At this moment, she was extremely nervous!

She was absolutely convinced that she had just heard voices!
Under Xu's extremely expectant eyes, Su Mu's lips moved slightly, and the dull eyes gradually became brighter.

With some difficulty, he pulled out a smile, and said a word to Xu in a hoarse voice.

"mother!"

Incomparably clear, the words are correct and round.

This simple word fell into Xu's ears like a thunderclap. A tingling sensation from the electric shock spread from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, and the whole world lost its voice.

Xu stood there blankly, but tears burst out uncontrollably, making her burst into tears.

The next moment, she stepped forward and pulled Su Mu into her arms, hugged him tightly and cried, "Mu'er—!"

The bitterness and bitterness of the past 16 years disappeared at this moment.

Xu cried loudly, no one could understand her excitement and joy at this moment.

Now even if she is asked to die immediately, she is willing!

"What's the matter, ma'am!"

Hearing the crying sound from inside the house, the figure of the butler appeared in the house instantly, and a strong evil spirit filled the whole room.

He patrolled the room with sharp eyes, but he didn't catch anything unusual, only saw Xu who was crying bitterly with Su Mu in his arms.

Seeing this scene, the housekeeper's heart tensed up, and he didn't relax his vigilance. He hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Ma'am, what happened? What's wrong with you, my lord?"

Hearing the steward's voice, Xu wiped away tears and said with a smile: "It's Mu'er, Mu'er has spoken!"

"Fulai, Mu'er just called my mother!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but shed more tears.

"what?!"

The housekeeper Zhao Fulai couldn't help being shocked when he heard the words, and cast his eyes on Su Mu, and really saw that his young master was no longer the dull look he used to be, and for the first time there was light in his eyes!
Zhao Fulai was stunned, and there was only one thought left in his mind.

My son... I'm cured!

(End of this chapter)