Gong Xue has bandits

Chapter 17 Childhood Bullying
In the year Fu Yuexi paid homage to the prime minister, King Qing's daughter also gave birth to a pair of twins for him, but the Zheng family was not as good as before because Zheng Runing was too upright and made too many enemies.

For a time, Fu Yuexi could be said to be "three blessings".

The entire Fu Mansion was shrouded in joy again, only the crippled girl from the Zheng family was forgotten in a dark corner, her life seemed to wither.

When the two little sons were full moon, Fu Yuexi saw her again, just like they did last time, only this time, Zheng Fengyu was thinner than before, but her face was still beautiful, and it was still Fu Yuexi's favorite when he was young that kind of beauty.

She said: "I don't want extravagance, just give me one thing."

Fu Yuexi's heart tightened. He thought that she would finally be overwhelmed and was going to ask him for a divorce letter. Speaking of which, he had actually been waiting.

In any case, he took the initiative to divorce his wife, and his reputation is always bad, which will affect his career, so he has been waiting for her to speak first, but he did not expect her to be so stubborn, and she has been unwilling to bow her head for so long, as if also Competing for breath.

At that moment, when she finally asked this question, Fu Yuexi's breathing trembled slightly, and it was difficult to describe his mood.

Is it a relief?Is it vague guilt?Or... an inexplicable reluctance?

The girl who used to sit among the waterside pavilions, who was as beautiful as a fairy, suddenly raised her head and smiled brightly at him:
"Ah Yue."

She called him like this, the same way she called him when they met in the early autumn, his breathing trembled, those memories of youth, those throbbing of love at the beginning of love, those sweetness of warm and soft jade, all of a sudden surged like a tide, he I was in a trance like yesterday, and for a while I couldn't tell what night it was.

But the smile on that face was even more touching. With tears streaming down her face, she said softly, "Give me a child...with a child, it won't be so cold here."

Fu Yuanzhi came to this world in the early winter of the second year, bringing with him a secret expectation from his mother.

In the final analysis, the Zheng family members are too smart, Fu Yuexi was still deceived by Zheng Fengyu, only Fu Yuanzhi really knew how strong his mother was in the later years of dependence.

Zheng Fengyu infinitely extended the "gamble" when she was young. She is sure that she will not lose again this time, because she no longer bet on that thin lover, but threw it all on her own son. body.

Fu Yuexi was not mistaken, she was fighting for breath, and she lived for that breath for the rest of her life, holding on, enduring, and pretending every day and night after that.

After having her own child, she no longer cared how many women Fu Yuexi married and gave birth to several young masters and young ladies. She just guarded her child wholeheartedly.

It's a pity that God is too merciless, Fu Yuanzhi was weak from birth, and couldn't stand upright until he was two years old. He was bullied and ridiculed by the twin brothers all day long, saying that he was "a little cripple born of a big cripple".

Zheng Fengyu kept silent, carrying her child on her back every day for acupuncture and moxibustion, but unfortunately the results were ineffective. She began to suspect that the doctors in the mansion hadn't done their best. Because she was instructed by some people, the more she thought about it, the more wrong she became, and she began to stick to it. Guard Fu Yuanzhi and not allow anyone to touch him.

Her natal family can't rely on her, and she can't reach her. She is alone in Fu's house, and she can only rely on herself.

So, she started to do something that others thought was unbelievable—self-study medicine.

It has to be said that Zheng's family members are very smart, have a photographic memory, and can always learn things without a teacher.

Zheng Fengyu reads medical books every day until the early morning, ten times faster than ordinary people. She gradually learns to identify herbs, acupuncture and acupoints, and mixes herbal diet... She began to take care of Fu Yuanzhi's body herself, and it really worked.

When Fu Yuanzhi was five years old, he was no different from ordinary children, except that he could not ride horses, hunt and shoot, wield knives and guns like his two elder brothers, but it didn't matter, he didn't rely on these things in the first place, he had the wisdom inherited from the Zheng family , with a brain stronger than many people, and a mother who wished to teach him everything and cultivate him into a literary star overnight.

So when the mansion invited Mr. to enlighten the children, he was already ahead of the other brothers and sisters by a large margin, and he stood out without any surprise. But after the father came, he only stared at his pen-holding posture, He frowned and said:
"Why are you left-handed?"

This slightly unpleasant sentence became the beginning of Fu Yuanzhi's nightmare.

For countless late nights after that, his mother held a ruler and stood by his side to watch him practice calligraphy, forcing him to correct himself.

"There is no reason, if your father doesn't like it, you have to change it!"

The five-year-old child knows nothing, only thinks that he is a "heterogeneous", holding a pen with his right hand while crying, and learning from scratch.

Not only that, but in his daily life, he also has to carefully hide his left hand. Everything is dominated by his right hand, just like ordinary people, and he can't show the slightest difference.

This kind of cruel obliteration of "nature" was as painful as being skinned alive. Fu Yuanzhi gritted his teeth and endured it. By the time he was seven years old, he could use his right hand freely, and his calligraphy was even more so. Let the gentleman in the house be full of praise.

But at this time, the problem came again. His twin brothers were really not suitable for studying, and his mother spoiled him lawlessly. Every time he was compared to him, he would try his best to find trouble for him.

The scrolls he likes will be splattered with ink and ruined;

His usual brush will be broken in half and stuck on the toad's body;
Even his beloved abacus hidden in the table would be ruthlessly uncovered, and every single bead was stained with the smell of urine...

Time and time again, day after day, he lowered his head, bit his lips tightly, and swallowed all the insults amidst the exaggerated ridicule in his ears.

He began to remember his mother's advice, learn to hide his clumsiness in everything, and not show his edge too much, because his mother told him that the time is not yet ripe.

When exactly is the time ripe?He felt that he was living in hell every day, and he was in extreme pain. What was most desperate was that at the end of winter this year, his grandfather passed away.

The Zheng family completely collapsed.

Zheng Fengyu saw his father for the last time before his sick bed. This old man who wanted to be strong all his life grabbed his daughter's hand tightly and cried uncontrollably: "Fengyu, let's leave if you can't make it through. Don't bring your child to suffer together. Never said it, but father knows, you are miserable, more miserable than anyone else, it is father who caused you misery, and should not have married you into the Fu family back then..."

At that time, it was miserable and rainy outside, and the sky and the earth were dark. Fu Yuanzhi hid by the door, and heard the stubborn voice of his mother after a long silence: "No, I'm not reconciled. I chose the road myself. I'm just lame. With one leg, you will die!"

"Why do you fight for this breath? You can't let go of this obsession. It's all because Dad taught you to be so strong since you were a child. How can you let Dad go away with peace of mind..." Zheng Runing on the sick bed burst into tears, holding The daughter's hand tightened even more, and Zheng Fengyu's tears also fell down:

"Father, don't worry, I still have a long way to go. He is very competitive. The blood of the Zheng family is flowing in his body. He will make the Zheng family proud. None of Fu Yuexi's children can compare to him." , he will still be stronger than his father, and one day, his father will also surrender at his feet..."

There was a bang, a thunderbolt pierced the night sky, and the wind and rain howled on the long corridor. The little child was so excited that he slid down against the door and sat down. His body couldn't help trembling. On his upturned handsome face, he couldn't tell the difference for a moment. Is it rain, or tears...

Perhaps Zheng Runing died, and the Zheng family collapsed. Fu Yuexi's heart knots were untied a lot, and she felt pity for Zheng Fengyu for a while. After she came back from the mourning hall, she unexpectedly entered her courtyard for the first time.

Only a weak candle was lit in the room, the moonlight poured in mottled through the window, and the curtains were flying. Zheng Fengyu's long hair was loose and his figure was thin. He was sitting on the bed in a trance. Jin, startled slightly:
"Master, how could you..."

She covered up all her emotions and stood up to greet her, but Fu Yuexi was a little disappointed.

Over the years, Zheng Fengyu has become much more docile. He would call him "Master" and "Master", and if he was closer, he would be "Husband", but he would never call him "A Yue" again. That year she begged him for a child , The "A Yue" called out was like a phantom, but it really existed, and it often lingered in his heart when he dreamed back at midnight, always reminding him that she did have such warmth.

The candle was flickering, and the two went to bed. Fu Yuexi took off his outer robe, put his arms around Zheng Fengyu's waist, and put his pillow on her lap, and suddenly asked softly:
"Yu'er, after all these years, do you hate me?"

Zheng Fengyu was holding his shoulders for him, and after hearing the words, he didn't make a sound for a long time.

The night was so cold, Fu Yuexi listened to his heartbeat quietly, a person like him rarely had such a moment, probably because his power and position had been consolidated, he could come and talk about romance.

It's a pity that the figure of the Banished Immortal in his memory was silent in the long night, obviously he didn't really want to talk to him, he sighed, and when he was about to give each other a step down, Zheng Fengyu suddenly stroked his cheek, gently whispered softly:

"Ah Yue, I once... really liked you."

As soon as the words came out, Fu Yuexi's pupils dilated, she grabbed the hand suddenly, and pulled her heart hard, but Zheng Fengyu seemed to wake up, the trance expression on his face was wiped away, he withdrew his hand, and returned to his normal life That docile and alienated look:

"Master, it's cold in the middle of the night, I'll make you a pot of hot tea again..."

She was about to get out of bed as she said, but Fu Yuexi dragged her back, leaned over to hold her down, her long hair spread all over the bed, "Shh, don't move."

Their eyes were facing each other, and the two of them were very close. Fu Yuexi looked at that still beautiful face with an indescribable taste.

Sometimes he was very annoyed by her obedience, put away all edges and corners, gentle and considerate, but there was a layer of veil on his face, it seemed to be close to him, but far away from him, no matter what he couldn't see clearly, Unreliable to touch.

Just like tonight, she is still watertight, but he doesn't know why, his heart is because of her that "Ah Yue" and that "I really like it" just now, inexplicably chaotic, soft to a mess.

The night will infinitely magnify every trace of human warmth, he finally couldn't hold it back, his breathing was trembling, he stretched out his hand little by little, covered the eyes that were too awake under him, and kissed slowly.

Gentle and emotional, just like that year when the boy kissed his beloved girl for the first time in the waterside pavilions of the Zheng Mansion.

Zheng Fengyu's long eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to push away the person on her body, but her son's well-behaved and sensible appearance appeared in her head. She shook her palm vigorously, and finally endured it.

A night without dreams.

After Fu Yuexi left, Zheng Fengyu soaked himself in the barrel, washed himself clean, and softly called Fu Yuanzhi to come in.

The little boy greeted his mother as before, but he never got a response. He raised his head strangely, only to find that his mother was staring at him, her eyes slightly absent.

He panicked for no reason, and when he was about to speak, his mother had already pulled him into her arms, and put her fair and delicate hand on the top of his head, "Good boy, listen to mother, our time may have come... "

(End of this chapter)