Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

In the past, when the Buddha thought that his childish temper would grow up, Taishou Ma was always angry with him. Angry that he was playful and playful, angry that he didn't know how to make progress, and even more angry that he failed miserably in the archery competition and lost the face of the noble family.

But now, he seems to have become respectful and filial overnight, without any childishness at all. He neither cries nor makes trouble. He has clear rules for doing things and it no longer worries him. A sense of loss suddenly arose in Taishou Ma's heart.

He vaguely understood that the childish and father-centered Ma Fo Nian whom he once hated was no longer there.

When Jiang Chen was sitting at his desk copying copybooks, Taishou Ma sat opposite him holding his injured arm, watching quietly without disturbing him.

good. He remembered that Buddha was actually only seven years old. Now, I lost my mother again. He had also heard rumors in the house that he was going to marry another person, have a child out of wedlock, and so on.

What nonsense!

Wen was only seven years old. He was sitting in front of the document, but he was so calm. When I write, I am calm and steady, and I no longer look like I used to do when I was doing homework, always anxious and impatient to wait for going out for fun. Logically speaking, he should feel relieved, feeling that he finally understood a father's painstaking efforts, but now when facing him, Taishou Ma always felt guilty.

It wasn't just because of the fire in the prefect's mansion that day.

Ma Shou told him that before he went out to recite Buddha's name, he also met outsiders. Fo Nian's boat was damaged and almost sank. Could it be that the Yuyin clan couldn't even tolerate this little child? He subconsciously attributed the incident to the disputes between the Huan, Yu and Yin clans.

Jiang Chen collected the pen and handed the copybook to his master for acceptance. He neatly pressed the rest of the rice paper with a paperweight, washed off the ink pen, and hung it up. He stood up slowly and greeted him again in a calm tone, "Father."

Taishou Ma didn't react for a moment.

Not far away, just a few years ago, Buddha Nian would always be around him, calling him daddy. Later, after he beat Huan Ruan for the first time, Fo Nian saw him and stood in front of Huan Ruan from a distance. When he called Huan Ruan, he was still very wary. Then, he accidentally knocked over the hot tea, which caused scars on Huan Ruan's face. He was careless again and couldn't help begging Ruyu to take her back to his house. When Huan Ruan was chanting the Buddha's name, he couldn't help but say the Buddha's chant. If you address him again, you will avoid him from a distance. Now...now he calls him father.

The word "father" sounds extremely respectful, but I don't know which one is closer and which one is more distant than not using the title.

"Ah." He responded before coming back to his senses, "Buddha chants."

He himself was in a state of confusion, and Jiang Chen couldn't understand what he was thinking. He just stood there and asked in a very respectful voice, "Father, do you have something to say?"

Taishou Ma was stunned.

Something's wrong?

Does it mean that something is wrong if he, a father, comes to see him?

Jiang Chen saw something wrong in his expression and felt something. He said patiently, "My child has no other intentions. I just want to go practice riding and shooting with Master Chen later." Jiang Chen paused and added with a serious face, " The child doesn’t want to disappoint his father.”

Taishou Ma looked at him, and the appearance of Buddha chanting gradually overlapped with that of Huan Ruan. His eyebrows are elegant, gentle and peaceful.

This, this is his and Ah Ruan's child...

Taishou Ma's eyes were sore, he came over and touched his hair with his left hand, and suddenly squatted down and hugged him. Jiang Chen stood there obediently, with the sound of suppressed sobbing coming from his ears.

How could Ma Junyi not regret it? After seven years of treating each other as guests and raising Buddhist values ​​together, how could he really have no affection for Huan Ruan? It's just...it's just that he didn't dare to see her again. She was originally so beautiful, but it was destroyed by the cup of tea under his anger. He thought it was just concubinage. It was normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, but unexpectedly, she had such a strong temper that she lost her life.

"A Ruan..."

When Jiang Chen heard him calling like this, his eyebrows did not move. There was no sadness or sorrow that a normal child should feel at this moment.

See, as long as he is serious, as long as his behavior is slightly in line with their intentions, as long as his words are in line with their hearts, they will be very moved. They are so moved and pleased that they will not care whether these words and deeds are true or false. Even if it is very hypocritical, they will regard it as very sincere.

He never forces them to think anything, but if they show something at the right time, he can get many things he wants.

It's interesting compared to massacre.

People's hearts.

Isn't it?

"Father."

Hearing his voice, Taishou Ma let him go, his eyes still red, and told him seriously, "Remember the Buddha's recitation. No matter what,"

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "Yes." He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then slowly took out an ointment from his arms, holding it in a well-behaved manner, "Father, Dr. Zhang taught me how to make it. My father uses it frequently, and the injury will heal again." It will be fine in a few days.”

Judging by his respectability, he is indeed a very competent and polite junior at present.

Perhaps the child's expression seemed too stable now, or perhaps he felt a kind of care that he had never experienced before. Ma Taishou was speechless for a moment, "Good boy. My father knows." He was also beaten by his father when he was a child. Big ones, my father said, hitting means loving. So he also treated Huan Ruan like this. But now that Huan Ruan was dead, he vaguely realized that he seemed to be wrong. But what's the use?

Taishou Ma looked at the child in front of him, and saw that his face was very similar to Huan Ruan's. He felt uncomfortable in his heart, "Buddha. You have to know that you are the son of the prefect, no better than those common people. The whole Hangzhou is looking at us. For The father asks you not just because he wants you to shine on the family tree, but as a father, you have already done enough. Only if you are good enough can you be respected by others. Everyone in the world will change their orders day by day. If you don't. How can you convince others with your ability? Since you are the son of a prefect, you must have the awareness to be ahead of others. If you have an elder brother, you will not mind being strict with him. It's okay for you to relax a little. But you are the only one in my Ma family, so you must bear the responsibilities of the Ma family. You cannot grow up to be a playboy who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun. People are unpredictable, the current situation is chaotic, and the court is even more tumultuous. Weird. You have seen the fate of our ancestor Huan. In the past, when Huan was glorious, countless people fell in love with him. But how could you not hear about Xi Chao's story? Stepping Stone! As long as you have the last laugh, that’s what you need to do!”

Xi Chao was Huan Wen's guest, and was even jokingly called Huan Wen's guest by Xie An, which shows that the two had a close relationship. After Huan Wen died of illness, although the court did not banish prisoners or exterminate the nine tribes as before, all the Huan family members and those in high positions were exiled, and the surname Huan was almost no longer seen in the court. When Xi Chao was here, whenever Wang Xizhixian and Wang Xizhi visited his uncle Xi Min, they would come in with their hair tied, wearing a scarf and wearing flat sandals. Their thorough etiquette was commendable. After Xi Chao passed away, the two of them entered Xi's house again, dressed casually, wearing high heels and talking loudly. They became extremely arrogant, causing Xi Chao to yell at Zhu Zi for being rude, and lamented that if Xi Chao was still alive, how could the two of them dare to do this.

It was true that the two were respectful at first, but their arrogance afterward was also true. What's the reason? Could it be that the Xi family lost power and the Wang family gained power?

But how do you comment on the current situation? The most I can say is that Wang's son is a little proud of his talent. This fully shows the pros and cons of the word power.

When Taishou Ma thought about this, his heart became cold and he said solemnly, "Buddha, any descendant of a noble clan and this clan complement each other. Although the Ma family is not as good as those aristocratic families in the inner dynasty, it is at least among the noble clans. You must To stand out, if you don't excel in both civil and military skills, and if the only descendant of the Ma family is a loser, do you know what the common people will say about my Ma family? Will they still care about you being only seven years old? And the other person is already thirteen years old? No! They will only say ugly things! There are always some people in this world who never reflect on themselves and only look at others' failures and laugh at them. It can be said that only if you exist as the best person, they will shut up. You have to be completely victorious to shut up these people! Buddha, Buddha, do you understand the painstaking efforts of being a father!"

Jiang Chen listened to him quietly. Seeing that he had calmed down a little, he nodded in response, "That's what my father taught me."

He responded without any objection, and Governor Ma felt warm in his heart, "Okay. Okay!"

He finally understood. Taishou Ma felt disappointed, but also felt very relieved.

very good! This is what his Ma Junyi son should look like!

…

Late autumn.

Jiang Chen has successfully graduated from the four masters of Zhang, Sun, Chen and Li. When the masters took their bags and said goodbye, they all praised him in unison, "Young Master is naturally intelligent, and we have nothing else to teach him."

When the first master said goodbye, Governor Ma just thought it was because he had studied hard in the past six months. But when the second Master left, he felt strange. Before the last wife left, he had to wonder whether Jiang Chen had returned to his old ways and what tricks he had used against these wives.

Master Li, who taught the Four Books and Five Classics, also said a lot, and said with a pleased expression, "Since I preached, I have seen many students. Just like a young master, he can draw inferences from one example, but there is no one like him." He paused, as if he was thinking about it. After a while of words, he began to ramble again, "You are talented and smart, but you are not arrogant. This quality is really valuable. Although the literary talent is young, he already has the demeanor of a gentleman. He is modest and studious, peaceful but not arrogant. The prefect is really good. What a blessing.”

This boast made Ma Taishou, who usually only saw the fear of others, a little lost, and thought to himself, is this really his son? Half a year ago, Master Wencai was evaluated by Master as being diligent and hard-working, but having an unruly temperament that was difficult to get along with. Taishou Ma could only keep shaking his head and pretending to be humble, "Master, I'm very grateful. I know Wencai. It's enough if he doesn't cause Master trouble." How can I bear such a commendation from Master?"

Master Li held his beard and smiled. He completely thought that if he had a gentle and polite son, he would have a humble and elegant father. He directly thought that Taishou Ma was serious about being modest and did not even think about telling the truth, "It is true that you invited me to be your son." When I was giving lectures, I was worried that the students would be playboys who only wanted to eat, drink and have fun. But looking back now, I realized that I was shallow when I came out... Well, there were a lot of changes that may have affected this child. The old student thought that he was not easy to get along with. After a long time, he felt that Literary Talent was smart and polite. He was ashamed of his limited knowledge and could only teach Literary Talent. "

Eunuch Ma couldn't stay, so he had to say goodbye, "Okay. Then, I'll give you a ride, sir."

After leaving the courtyard, Master Li stayed for a while. Governor Ma called Ma Shou and brought him a plate of silver ingots. "A small thank you gift is not a sign of respect. Master, please take it with you."

Master Li hesitated, revealing some bitterness. He wanted to accept it, but didn't dare to. "This, I came here at your invitation, and I have already paid the gift of the gift of Wencai. Your Excellency is too polite."

Ma Taishou said, "Master, please don't refuse. The gift is the gift, and today I am thanking you for taking care of my son. It is reasonable and proper. Master, please accept it."

Master Li paused for a long time, but still took it. "Then it would be disrespectful for me to refuse it."

Master Li has always been a serious person, and he is quite famous in the Hangzhou Qimeng Private School. He was not a greedy person.

However, Fo Nian had already begged him to prepare some gifts when Master Li left.

"Father, you have taught me for a long time, and now I am leaving... I was a little offended by you in the past, and I was not polite. Father, you might as well prepare some small gifts, which can be regarded as my apology."

He said it tactfully and thoughtfully.

Ma Taishou thought that his youngest son was too respectful to teachers. Although he himself sneered at the words "respect teachers", the current trend is to respect teachers as a great virtue. Ma Taishou naturally would not say something unorthodox to his children that disregarded respect for teachers. To be honest, he himself was a scheming and busybody. But because of this, he knew very well that the words "unorthodox" would bring serious consequences.

When he invited this teacher to come, he did some research on this person. This Master Li was the legendary pedantic and polite. If he prepared some gold and silver, the other party would think that it was an insult to his literati's integrity. Ma Taishou was extremely disgusted with the other party's pretentious talk on paper. If he was not indeed a well-known literati in Hangzhou, Ma Taishou would not invite him. I remember that I still searched for some ancient books before inviting this big Buddha.

This time...

He accepted gold and silver vulgar things.

Before Governor Ma could investigate, the whole story came to light.

A few days ago, a young child in Master Li's family broke his leg while playing, and now he is looking for a famous doctor everywhere, as he is short of money for medicine. As it concerns the safety of his young son, Master Li naturally cannot care about those illusory noble spirits.

After hearing the news, Governor Ma immediately returned home.

When he kicked the door open and went in, Jiang Chen was wiping the longbow given by the father of this body. When he saw Governor Ma suddenly rushing in, he did not look panicked at all. He calmly straightened his clothes and stood up.

He just looked at him calmly.

That look made Governor Ma feel cold in his heart, and he immediately felt that his every move was seen by this child. He actually knew his purpose clearly.

He didn't speak for a long time, so Jiang Chen had to speak up to dispel the strange atmosphere of silence, "Father, what's the matter with you?"

Ma Taishou came back to his senses and coughed, "What do you think?"

He unconsciously used an equal tone and no longer wanted to preach like before.

Jiang Chen put down his longbow casually and said in a calm tone, "Is it because of Master Li's family affairs?"

Ma Taishou: "How do you know?" A disabled person, whether in official career or other matters, is almost hopeless. Master Li had no time to cover up this matter. This time it was because the book boy of that family was too talkative that the matter was leaked. Looking at Wencai's recent actions, he obviously knew what happened at Master Li's home.

"Master has a kind of medicine smell on his body recently."

"So what?"

Jiang Chen looked up at him, knowing that the prefect might have completely forgotten the woman who died when he came. After a long time, Jiang Chen replied calmly, his tone was close to a statement, "It's this medicine. My mother used it before, and Fo Nian remembers it." Medicine for treating muscle and bone bruises. Not only that, the teacher's usual leisurely teaching posture was no longer the same as before, and he was absent-minded from time to time. Without thinking too much, he knew that something had happened to the other party's child.

Ma Taishou's face immediately turned ugly, "You...are you blaming your father?"

"I dare not."

Ma Taishou: "..." It is true that this child is good at making people happy, but he seems to be better at making people unhappy.

"It's just medicine for treating some injuries. Recently, I have been practicing martial arts, and the teacher thinks that martial artists must know some treatment methods for injuries. I have learned a few from him, so I have some impressions."

Ma Taishou looked at him, as if he had made up his mind. He took him to the court.

There was a corpse covered with a white cloth in the back hall.

The coroner saw him coming and said respectfully, "Sir." Then he saw Jiang Chen, subconsciously blocked the corpse and frowned. "This..."

The son of the master is only seven years old. How can he bring the child to such an unlucky place...

Ma Taishou had no intention of hiding anything. He pointed at the corpse and asked quietly, "Why don't we take a look at how this person died?"

"Master!" The coroner was stunned and was about to stop him, but Ma Taishou waved his hand to stop him.

Jiang Chen remained calm, "Father is testing me again?"

Ma Taishou did not answer.

When Jiang Chen approached, a slight smell of decay came. He frowned for a rare time, padded his sleeves and pulled open the white cloth, only to see a face with corpse spots on it. He glanced at it and covered it again.

Ma Taishou asked, "Are there any other wounds on the body?"

The coroner looked at Jiang Chen's expression with concern, "No."

"How?" He turned to ask Jiang Chen.

Maybe he had seen too many dead people.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but lower his head and looked at his hands. He felt that his originally white hands were filled with countless blood and qi. Maybe it's the sin brought from the soul.

Then, in the blood that suddenly boiled around him, and in the sound of questions surrounding him to collect debts, he unexpectedly heard his own voice, very clear, "There was an iron nail wedged in the nose."

A noisy panic ensued.

"Buddha chants!!"

"Young Master!"

"Little Master~"

…

"Second brother."

Jiang Chen heard someone call him that.

He opened his eyes.

All white. Hospital.

Sitting next to the hospital bed was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in a simple light yellow dress with her hair disheveled, sitting neatly on the bench. He looked quiet and well-behaved.

It's Jiang Xi.

In fact, she is not as well-behaved as she looks.

Seeing him wake up, Jiang Xi quickly placed the peeled apples on the bedside, and looked closer for a while, with a worried tone in his tone. "Second brother, what do you think?"

Even though he knew it was false, Jiang Chen actually stayed there for a while. He stared at her blankly, motionless.

"Second brother?"

Jiang Chen casually took off his own oxygen. Faced with this situation, he calmly lay on the hospital bed and replied, "Not bad."

Jiang Xi silently stared at the unplugged oxygen tube for a while, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and checked the time. He said seriously and seemingly innocently, "Second brother, the eldest brother will bring my mother-in-law here."

Jiang Chen's pupils shrank, and he reflexively covered the oxygen tube over his mouth, facing Jiang Xi with a serious expression, "What did you see?"

Jiang Xi bent his eyes and nodded complacently, then turned to face the window, "Beautiful birds are flying."

Jiang Chen smiled, a truly sincere smile. However, it is faintly sad.

"Xiao Xi. It's a pity that I..."

"No. Xiao Xi will definitely bless his second brother to live a long life. Really." Jiang Xi turned around and sat down, giving him a very serious assurance.

"Where's eldest brother?"

"It'll be here soon."

"Do you know why the second brother is not sad now?"

"?"

Jiang Chen smiled lightly, "Because I know this is not true."

"Second brother? What are you talking about?"

"Jiang Xi, is this true?" he asked bluntly.

Jiang Xi immediately stopped talking.

Jiang Chen sat up, lowered his head, and pinched her neck without warning, "Then you should know that I never show mercy to others."

If you want to trap him with nothingness...it would be...

Even if he turns into Jiang Xi, what can he do?

Could it be that he looked like a loser who was content with the status quo and deceiving himself and others to escape reality?

Jiang Chen frowned slightly as he looked at Jiang Xi's completely dead figure. Even if it is fake, this feeling is still extremely unpleasant.

When he opened the door, Wan Lian, who was wearing a light blue long-sleeved gown, frowned and retracted her sword. There is a figure lying upside down at his feet, wearing a suit, facing the door, and his identity can be easily identified. Red blood stains spread.

Jiang Chen came out wearing a hospital gown, held the door, looked back, and then looked at Jiang Mu who fell in front of him.

Wan Lian turned around, with a calm and cruel look on his face, as if he had no idea who the face of the person who fell under his sword looked like, "Young Master, let's go."

Compared with him, Jiang Chen felt that he was very passionate. Not knowing why, Jiang Chen said, "That's Yuan Youya."

Wan Lian tilted her head, looking a little confused, "The former master? Wan Lian knows."

His tone was as normal as eating and drinking, "Even if it's true, it's just the previous owner." Not to mention it's false.

Wherever the heart goes, so does the sword. As a sword spirit, he only needs to obey his master's wishes. Since Jiang Chen didn't want to be trapped here, of course he had to take action.

Jiang Chen held on to the wall and took two steps outside, asking, "Do you know how to write the word slave?"

Wan Lian actually understood this rather euphemistic meaning, "Wan Lian is just a sword spirit. It has no self-will. All emotions follow the emotions of the sword maker. Throw away what you don't want and leave only what is left."

He is the sword spirit used to protect people.

No matter whether the person is right or wrong.

…

"Buddha chants."

The figure in front of him gradually became clearer.

Jiang Chen's consciousness gradually returned, and his fingertips pinched into the palm of his hand. The pain was enough to show that it was true enough. He let go of his hand, opened his eyes and called out, "Father."

The voice was extremely hoarse. It sounded like he had been dizzy for at least four or five days.

Upon hearing this, Taishou Ma's hands shook and the medicine bowl almost overturned. "Buddha chants!"

His medicine bowl was trembling while he was holding it, and he was running around in a hurry, looking a little regretful.

Jiang Chen sat up with the bed behind him. After suddenly waking up, I always felt as if a huge stone was pressing on my body, which made me breathless for a while.

"It's okay. Don't worry." He said this habitually. Every time he woke up after encountering trouble, he would inevitably say something similar.

The smell of the bowl of medicine lingered on the tip of my nose, becoming thick and bitter.

Nourish blood and replenish qi.

Jiang Chen endured it, reached out to take the medicine, and drank it before his wrist was severely paralyzed. There was a dry, bitter feeling in my throat, and I felt sick for a while. I wanted to vomit, but I couldn't.

Wan Lian stood at the door, looking at the light blue and clear sky, with an unusually serious expression, and the fingertips holding the sword involuntarily pinched the killing technique.

Taishou Ma collected the medicine bowl and said, "This time, it was my father's fault." His tone was stiff, and it was obvious that he had never said anything lowering.

Jiang Chen glanced at him when he heard the words, and saw that he was not being sarcastic. He felt funny in his heart, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Father, there is no need to worry about it. Yes, the Buddhist chanting is not calm enough."

He admitted his fault so straightforwardly that Governor Ma wanted to say something but stopped. Finally, he sighed, winked at the doctor, and the two went out.

Wanlian walked in without saying much.

Jiang Chen listened quietly, and heard a faint voice outside the window.

"Young Master, this is purely overthinking..."

"What do you mean?"

"Governor, I am not exaggerating. From ancient times to the present, have you ever seen a person who is deeply worried, can he live long? The young master survived this disaster, but he also hurt his vitality. As a father, you need to give him more guidance on weekdays. Don't be so upset and depressed. This is really not good for yourself."

Upset?

What can a child be upset about?

Governor Ma thought.

Except for his mother's affairs.

The doctor said intermittently, "As the saying goes, wisdom will hurt, and it is too much. Governor, you really don't need to... Alas." Don't ask too much of a child. He sighed and swallowed the rest of the sentence.

No one in Hangzhou who has some connections doesn't know about the family affairs of this prefect. He was too cruel to his first wife. When the two quarreled, Prefect Ma attacked Huan Ruan. People who didn't know might think that he and his wife had a life-and-death feud.

This time Madam Ma passed away. If Prefect Ma wanted to remarry in the future... it's impossible not to remarry, after all, Prefect Ma didn't seem to have any affection for that lady.

The author has something to say: Jiang Chen: I want to cheat me now...

Jiang Xi: What? Second brother, do you mean they are pretending to be me to commit fraud? Without saying anything, please explode on the spot.

Jiang Mu: Yes. Leave it to Wanlian.

Wanlian (with a firm face): No problem.

Prefect Ma (always feels that he cried in vain): I... I'm watching, call