Gong Xue has bandits

Chapter 53

In the dark room, it was cold and damp, there was no light on, only a small transom was opened at the top, through which a few strands of cool moonlight penetrated and shone on the lonely and cold figure.

Holding the apricot rain Hanfang hairpin with her slender fingers, she slowly put it into the box after exposing it to the moonlight for a long time.

The crooked part of the hairpin has been repaired by him, but can some things be repaired again?
Fu Yuanzhi didn't know, he just took out the pen and paper, and began to write stroke by stroke with his left hand.

This is what he has been used to for many years. In this small and dark room, alone, no longer pretending, no longer distorting nature, but with the pen in his left hand, he writes those deep-seated stories on a piece of swallow paper. From the bottom of my heart.

Just like many years ago, when the children of Xiangfu were just starting out, he was caught by his father writing with his left hand. In order to correct his "left-handedness", his mother forced him to change to holding a pen with his right hand. He practiced every day until he was alone. When alone, he secretly hid in this dark room, and vented his resentment and depression with his left hand under the white moonlight.

The first Yanzi note he wrote was only six words, but it was enough to summarize his weak and weak self at that time——

A flower in the mud is unbearable.

Later, when he was bullied by his two twin brothers every day, he could only write one word repeatedly, "forbearance". During so many hopeless days and nights, he couldn't remember how many Yanzi notes he wrote. The word "forbearance" on the back of the paper.

The most desperate and lonely thing was when his grandfather passed away. He heard his mother's decisive words outside the door and slipped and sat in the wind and rain.

After returning, he took out the swallow note in the box, and wrote only one sentence with his left hand: body is like mayfly, rain beats weeds, life is so cheap, stop talking, stop talking, I want to fight against the sky.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure, let alone turning his head.

In those years, in the full box, it seemed that every piece of swallow paper was stained with gray and decayed, covered with lingering haze, just like his life imprisoned in a cage without seeing the light of day.

Until the Spring of that year, when the Thousand Kite Festival was approaching, under the tree of Duke Feng's mansion, a little girl in an apricot-yellow dress, with her head bowed and holding a book, was like a ray of light, illuminating the swallow paper in his cold box.

For the first time, he picked up the pen with his left hand, and what he wrote was not resentment or resentment, but two words full of joy, repeated over and over until his lips and teeth were fragrant——

Ah Jun, Ah Jun, Ah Jun.

Ah Jun who accompanied quietly, gentle and smiling Ah Jun, understanding Ah Jun, bright eyes and bright teeth, smart and smart Ah Jun... Every Ah Jun illuminates a corner of the cold box, Let Yan Zijian, who was ashamed and defeated, also have color, and let his heart no longer be lonely and hopeless.

Many things seem to have meaning, he has someone he wants to protect, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, he is happy with it.

So in Lingyin Temple, he gave up two lives in the end. In a single thought, he refused to save him. Perhaps such indifference and ruthlessness were his nature.

After the death of his two elder brothers, for a long time, he was deeply trapped in a nightmare, unable to break free.

On the day of their funeral, with a pen in his left hand, he copied three sheets of the Ksitigarbha Sutra in the cold moonlight.

To save the undead?No, it's just to save his own heart.

My mother was right, those who achieve great things should give up as much as they can, but he... still has something he can't let go of.

The cold moonlight shone through the small window, Fu Yuanzhi looked at the repaired hairpin in the box, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and showed a sneering sneer.

Making hairpins, making guqin, reading medical books, gaining knowledge, writing poems and prose, with a photographic memory, he is omnipotent and perfect in the eyes of outsiders, but in fact, he is not interested in these things at all, and even dismisses them.

There are only two things he really likes out of his heart, one is arithmetic and the other is Ah Jun.

The rest are just the means used to achieve the goal, the means to make oneself shine, and to maintain the pride of oneself and mother, and prop up the No. 1 name of Zhuxiu Academy.

"Counting carved railings and jade masonry, counting fame and wealth, counting the hearts of the world, counting... lovesickness."

A faint voice resounded in the dim room, the moonlight outlined that handsome silhouette, and in the light fragrance of pen and ink, he seemed to sigh and murmur:

"Ah Jun, tell me, will Senior Brother be right in the end?"

With a cold smile, Fu Yuan's eyes were gloomy, and with a pen in his left hand, he slowly wrote on the swallow paper——

The leader of the unicorn, no gods and ghosts remain.

He raised his head and looked at the moonlight in the window, with a cold face and cold eyes, this person cannot stay.

It's nothing to break his hairpin, but it's... unforgivable to take away what he loves and do things like the sun and the moon competing for glory.

The shadows of the trees outside the house were mottled, and there were familiar footsteps gradually approaching. Accompanied by the knocking of crutches, Fu Yuanzhi's expression changed, and he quickly put away the paper, pen and box.

"Mother, you are here." After helping Zheng Fengyu to sit down respectfully, Fu Yuanzhi habitually knelt in front of her and listened to her teachings.

The beautiful woman stretched out her hand, picked up the tea cup outlined by the cloud patterns, and took a sip of the tea, "My son, how are you preparing for the big exam? Will you still be able to win the championship this year, and won't your father be disappointed?"

Fu Yuanzhi's long eyelashes trembled, and the first reaction in his mind was Luo Qiuchi's figure. He lowered his head slightly and said, "My child will definitely do his best."

"Do your best?" Zheng Fengyu put down his teacup, his voice became cold: "Why isn't it inevitable this year? What are you afraid of?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she could see through Aizi who was kneeling in front of her, "Is that the unicorn leader who has no family and no title, who was born in the academy this year?"

Fu Yuanzhi moved his shoulders, took a deep breath, and said word by word: "It's not that I'm afraid, the child just doesn't dare to trust her, and I don't dare to say that I have the chance to win unless I'm sure. I'm afraid I will disappoint my mother."

"No prospect, is a poor student worthy of your fear?" Zheng Fengyu snorted coldly, and casually poured the tea in his cup, spilling half of Fu Yuanzhi's face.

Fu Yuanzhi's breath trembled, and water drops fell from his long eyelashes. He didn't move, but his face was still blank, and he said quietly: "If you underestimate the enemy on the battlefield, you will be decapitated in the blink of an eye. Every step of the child is not easy, and the heart is free. If there is a contest, mother will just watch quietly."

"Underestimate the enemy? To be regarded as an opponent by you, is that person really... so powerful?" Zheng Fengyu's eyes sank.

Fu Yuanzhi's thin lips were slightly pursed, but he didn't answer right away. After a long time, he said softly: "Yes."

This time, Zheng Fengyu didn't make a sound for a long time, her figure was stretched by the moonlight, and her face was a little ghostly pale. After an unknown amount of time, Fu Yuanzhi heard a cold sentence above his head:
"Remember, no matter what, you will keep the No.1 title of your academy for me, no matter who is blocking him in front of him, even if there are thousands of troops, you must hold your blood blade tightly and be the one who follows others. A victor trampled over a dead body."

The cold wind knocked on the window, and Fu Yuanzhi's ears were like thunder, and his body trembled almost imperceptibly. After tightly closing his eyes, he bowed his head to the ground: "My child, always remember your mother's teachings."

When Zheng Fengyu got up on crutches and was about to push the door away, Fu Yuanzhi's voice suddenly came from behind——

"But mother, the child is willing to fight with thousands of armies, but he is unwilling to betray the love of his heart."

Zheng Fengyu paused, turned his head, his eyes shot out, and he understood instantly: "Is it the concubine girl from Fengguo's mansion?"

Fu Yuanzhi knelt on the ground, draped in the moonlight, with a handsome and calm face, word by word: "Yes, I have made up my mind, I only wish to join hands with Ah Jun in this life, and I don't want it to happen again. To the child, Ah Jun is someone who can never be let down, the child only hopes for the mother to be fulfilled, and the only thing he wants to do is to keep the child."

After finishing speaking, Fu Yuanzhi lowered his head and kowtowed heavily: "The child only wants mother this time."

The room fell into a long silence, and the cold moon was silent. Zheng Fengyu just looked at Fu Yuanzhi with a complicated expression: "You have never begged me since you were a child, just for such a helpless, rural woman from the rivers and lakes." Is it worth it to give birth to a concubine and a girl?"

Fu Yuanzhi kowtowed again, his back was firm and firm: "May my mother be fulfilled, I don't ask for much, I just ask for someone to accompany me in the future, even if the road ahead is difficult, my child will have no complaints or regrets."

Leaning on crutches, Zheng Fengyu looked at the son he had cultivated for many years. After a long time, he suddenly smiled: "What if I don't make it perfect? ​​Tell me, mother or that girl, which is more important in your heart?"

Fu Yuanzhi's body froze, he took a deep breath, and tried to calm down: "The child knows what the mother is thinking. In the child's heart, there is no conflict between the mother and Ah Jun. They are also people that the child will not be able to abandon until death, and if the child wants to The path she took will not change anything because of Ah Jun. Even if she chooses Ah Jun and abandons the concubine in Feng Guogong's mansion, my boy will still walk towards the path he chose, my boy I just think that if there is a sacrifice, there is a gain. If the help of Fengguo Mansion is at the expense of sacrificing the child's beloved, the child is not worth it. There is a long way to go, and the child can rely on himself, please trust the child..."

"Confused!" Zheng Fengyu yelled suddenly, and interrupted Fu Yuanzhi heavily. The stick in her hand kept hitting the ground, her expression was filled with excitement: "Where is your intelligence? Do you think I pushed you to that place?" Wen Renshu, is it just for the help of Feng Guogong's mansion? Do you know who her mother, Mrs. Xue, is? She was the eldest daughter of the famous Boyang Hou family in Shengdu! Do you know how powerful her mother's family is? And do you know that Wen Renshu's older sisters were married to some of the nobles in the court? Do you know how many contacts and cronies Boyang Hou has in the court and the public? Not to mention you, even your Ajun girl His father, Feng Guogong Wen Renjing, used to rely on him, Mrs. Xue, to gain a firm foothold and revive the family. Do you think he abandoned love and chose power? Are you more important than Wen Renjing back then? You have to be tough, you still need to be distinguished, and you still have the qualifications to choose?"

Fu Yuanzhi raised his head abruptly, his lips trembled, and his face was a little pale. Zheng Fengyu bent down and approached him fiercely: "Mother can tell you, even if you don't want that Wenrenshu, you can't choose Wenrenjun, because once Doing this is tantamount to making enemies with Wen Renshu, Madam Xue, several nobles, and the entire Boyanghou Mansion!"

Fu Yuan's body trembled again amidst the loud and loud shouts. Zheng Fengyu couldn't bear it, and stretched out his hand to caress the top of his head, with a bit of indescribable sadness: "Wake up, my son, mother and you have no mother." The family and the clan depend on it, we don't have the capital to be willful, we can't do whatever we want, don't be tied down by the love of your sons and daughters!"

"Mrs. Xue is in the same situation as Mrs. Namei, and she is regarded as a village woman. You don't marry Wen Renshu, the daughter-in-law of Mrs. Xue, but marry the concubine daughter of Mrs. Namei. You know this is a What kind of situation are you pushing yourself into? Are you afraid that the Xue family will not be regarded as a thorn in the side, a thorn in the flesh, and cut off your way?"

"I heard from my mother that you don't need to help, but you must not add resistance to yourself. Don't ruin your future for the sake of that girl Wen Renjun, and push yourself to the point of no return!"

In the cold moon, Fu Yuanzhi's shoulders began to tremble, his face was pale, his eyes fixed on Zheng Fengyu, Zheng Fengyu couldn't bear to look any further, and simply hugged the child into his arms, his clothes were wet with tears.

"My son has a hard life, and my mother doesn't want to force you to come here. If you insist on not accepting Wen Renjun, you can choose a lady from a family in the imperial city. It's just that Wen Renjun, only she can't, only her Absolutely impossible!"

Burning tears fell on Fu Yuan's ears, like a sharp knife, cutting his heart to blood. He heard his mother say the last sentence with tears in his ears -

"You are doomed to miss out in this life, and the road ahead is long, and your companion will never be her!"

(End of this chapter)