The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 607 Recognition (two more)

His voice was drowned in the dense rain.

No matter how he called, Xuan Pinghou's figure disappeared into the rain.

The strength of Xiao Heng's whole body was finally exhausted at this moment, he fell into the puddle beside the official road, the torrential rain hit his back mercilessly.

He firmly pinched the stone on the side of the road.

The rain was icy cold, but when it fell into his eyes and came out, it became scalding hot.

He couldn't stop him in the end.

He still left.

It turns out that some people and some things, once missed, there is really no chance again.

It was never that he didn't cherish his son, but that the son didn't cherish that father.

He'll never have the chance...to call him father again.

"What did you call me just now?"

A familiar voice suddenly rang above his head, Xiao Heng was shocked all over, thinking that he heard it wrong, but he still raised his head in a daze.

He saw Xuan Pinghou wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, riding on the tall horse that had accompanied him in all his battles.

Xuan Ping Hou looked at him immediately, and asked again: "What did you call me just now?"

Xiao Heng picked up the hand that was tightly pressed into the puddle, his heart sunburned, his grief and remorse stopped abruptly, he turned his face and hummed: "No...it's nothing."

"It's nothing, then I'm leaving." After Xuan Pinghou said, he tightened the rein and turned the horse in one direction.

"Father, father!"

Xiao Heng gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.

The corner of Xuan Pinghou's lips curled up, he turned the horse around viciously, and looked at his son with trepidation: "I chased him for hundreds of miles just to call me daddy."

"It's one hundred and thirteen miles."

Not hundreds of miles.

Xiao Heng corrected him rigorously and annoyed.

Xuan Ping Hou laughed a little, he leaned over and stretched out his hand towards Xiao Heng.

Xiao Heng was so tired that he could not stand up at all right now.

He still had the strength to raise his hand, but Xiao Heng didn't want to talk to him.

Xuan Pinghou has a thick skin, if his son ignores him, he can take care of his son, besides, his son just called him daddy, how good he is.

Xuan Pinghou directly grabbed Xiao Heng's arm and dragged him onto the horse's back. With his martial arts, even if he was injured, it was still more than enough to carry a big man.

The father and son rode together, with Xiao Heng sitting behind.

At this moment, the father and son truly recognized each other.

Xuan Pinghou was in a good mood, and the corners of his raised lips didn't press down: "I'm going to kill someone, will you come with me or should I send you to the village below for a while?"

Xiao Heng's body was shocked, you still want to drag me to death! How much hatred do you have with your own son!

"I can't go." Xiao Heng said seriously.

"I don't want people to know that I killed it." Xuan Pinghou didn't deliberately mention who he was going to kill, but he guessed that his son should know, otherwise he wouldn't have chased King Liang's fief.

Xiao Heng said: "It's not this, it's because there will be landslides ahead soon and cause mudslides, and the entire official road ahead, including the village below, will be buried by the collapsed mountains and mudslides."

Xuan Pinghou asked: "Who did you listen to?"

Xiao Heng said without changing his expression: "I am an official of the Hanlin Academy. I am familiar with geography and chronicles, and I also know how to watch stars at night."

Xuan Pinghou said with a smile that was not a smile: "Looking at the stars at night? Isn't that the Qin Tianjian's business?"

"I will too." Xiao Heng said boldly.

Xuan Pinghou smiled: "My son is really amazing."

This is obviously a tone of coaxing children.

As soon as Xiao Heng heard it, he understood that he didn't take it too seriously. It wasn't that he really didn't believe in himself, but that he believed that he could break through.

The great thing about this natural disaster is that it came almost without warning. When the mountain began to slide, half of the mountain collapsed from the inside.

Xiao Heng said seriously: "If I say you are not allowed to go, then you are not allowed to go!"

Xuan Pinghou turned his head slightly, and said helplessly: "Ah Heng, don't make trouble."

Xiao Heng yelled: "I'm injured, I can't ride a horse, and I can't get in the rain!"

Xuan Ping Hou looked at the village below, Xiao Heng immediately said: "The people in the village have already evacuated, there is no doctor."

Xuan Pinghou was finally defeated: "Okay, I will take you to the station first."

He remembered that there was a small post ten miles back.

Xiao Heng secretly calculated the speed and distance in his heart, and he should be able to avoid the landslide if he delayed a little when he got there.

He didn't object.

Xuan Pinghou rode back with his son on horseback.

As expected of a first-rank Marquis Wu's horse, the other horses were too frightened to move, and it can still dance so happily that it's no problem to bring more people with it.

The last time Xiao Heng sat on Xuan Ping Hou's horse was when he was a child, he sat in front, his small body was held in Xuan Ping Hou's arms.

Xuan Ping Hou always thinks that Fuhu has no dogs, he is a tiger, and his son must be a tiger too!

That horse was taller than a human, poor little Xiao Heng rode a horse for the first time, was bumped to the point of doubting his life, and cried loudly!

It was Princess Xinyang who arrived in time and rescued Xiao Heng from the horse. Since then, Xiao Xiao Heng never dared to ride a horse again.

"When did you learn to ride a horse? How many years were you among the people?" Xuan Pinghou asked.

This was the first time that the father and son mentioned the events of those years seriously. Xuan Pinghou had asked, but Xiao Heng never responded to him.

Tonight, he responded: "Well, I learned from my elder brother."

Xuan Pinghou said: "Your elder brother..."

Having said that, he paused.

Xiao Heng said in a low voice: "It's Xiao Su."

Xuan Pinghou frowned: "Isn't he surnamed Cheng? His name is...Cheng...a bitch?"

"Goudan is a nickname." Xiao Heng said, "Brother changed his surname."

Chen Yuniang changed it. After Cheng Su's father died, the Cheng family came to the door and wanted to take Cheng Su to his uncle's family to raise him. The uncle's family had no son.

Chen Yuniang was reluctant, and Cheng Su was also unwilling to leave his mother, so the family severed the relationship.

The horse walked for a while, and Xuan Pinghou suddenly said, "I'm sorry about what happened back then."

Xuan Pinghou is a thick-skinned ancestor, but that doesn't mean he can say anything at will.

There is an awkward side in his temperament, but ordinary things can't trigger his awkwardness.

Xiao Heng didn't ask whether the year he said referred to the year he was born or the year Xiao Liulang had an accident.

Some window paper can be pierced, but some do not need to be pierced, as long as we know each other well.

Xuan Pinghou said: "Hurry up, I'm going to speed up, don't fall in a while."

"I won't—ah—"

Only halfway through Xiao Heng's words, Xuan Pinghou gripped the horse's belly tightly, and the horse understood, and galloped forward quickly.

Xiao Heng fell backwards abruptly, almost being thrown out, he hugged Xuan Pinghou's waist almost instinctively.

Where Xiao Heng could not see, Xuan Ping Hou raised his eyebrows and smiled!

"Wait." His smile suddenly disappeared, he tugged on the rein, and the horse stopped cleverly.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Heng asked.

"Did you hear that?" Xuan Pinghou asked with a frown.

"What do you hear—" Xiao Heng's voice stopped abruptly, "It seems like a baby is crying."

Xuan Pinghou turned his head and looked: "In that village!"

Hasn't the village been evacuated?

When he ran over just now, he didn't hear the cry.

"There is a child." Xuan Pinghou listened for a while to confirm that he heard correctly, "You go first."

He dismounted.

He didn't take natural disasters to heart when he went to the officialdom, but when it was his son's turn, he believed in the power of natural disasters again.

"Riding a horse is faster!" Xiao Heng said.

"Is there still time?" Xuan Pinghou asked.

"If you can find it quickly, there will be." Xiao Heng said.

"Okay, sit still." Xuan Pinghou's eyes froze, he tightened the reins, turned around, and galloped towards the village below.

Unexpectedly, when the two entered the village, the crying stopped again.

Xiao Heng said seriously: "The child must be tired from crying, crying for a while and stopping for a while, I didn't hear anything when I passed the village just now."

Xuan Pinghou got off his horse.

The father and son searched from house to house, and when Xuan Ping Hou found the bedroom of the eighteenth family, Xiao Heng shouted loudly from the well mouth in the backyard: "Here!"

Xuan Pinghou hurried to the backyard.

This is a dry well. The well mouth is covered with a cover, but it is not sealed and can be turned over. The child should have climbed on the cover, stepped on it and fell down.

The manhole cover covered most of the rainwater, but some of it still flowed into the dry well.

Xiao Heng went to the house to find an oil-paper umbrella and put it on the well. Xuan Pinghou removed the manhole cover. He planned to go down to save people, but found that the mouth of the well was too narrow, and he couldn't go down at all given his stature.

Xiao Heng is still a young man, tall and thin, but he can barely get through.

"I'll go down." Xiao Heng said.

Xuan Pinghou took the rope from the saddle, tied one end around his son's waist, and wrapped the other end around his waist and abdomen.

Xiao Heng opened his mouth: "Your waist injury..."

"Go down." Xuan Pinghou said.

The child's cries and breathing were already very weak, and no one knew how long he had been at the bottom of the well, let alone falling from such a high place.

Xiao Heng looked away from his waist and abdomen, turned around and sat on the mouth of the well, but just as he swung one leg in, there was a cat's cry from the bottom of the well.

Xiao Heng's hair stood on end!

Xuan Pinghou's expression became serious, he looked at his son fixedly: "Ah Heng."

Xiao Heng's legs began to tremble. He is obviously not afraid of poisonous snakes, but he is afraid of cats.

If a few years ago, Xuan Ping Hou would have told him, you are my Xuan Ping Hou's son, don't you even have the guts to do so?

But tonight he didn't say that.

He said, "Come down, I'll think of another way."

There was no other way, and time was running out.

Right now, the child must be rescued immediately, otherwise they will either abandon the child or die with the child.

Xiao Heng grasped the rope in front of him, gritted his teeth, and jumped down resolutely!

It was this seemingly ordinary jump that made Xuan Pinghou's heart feel hot.

His son has grown up.

Really grown up.

It's not about size or age, but that he has truly grown into a man of indomitable spirit. He is a young and promising imperial official.

He didn't go into battle to kill the enemy, but he also used his blood to protect the people of Zhao Kingdom.

"I found him, we can go up!"

Xiao Heng's trembling voice came from the bottom of the well.

He is afraid.

But he was not defeated by his own fear.

It really is my son Xiao Ji!

Xuan Ping Hou hurriedly pulled the rope vigorously, and pulled Xiao Heng and the child up from the bottom of the well.

Xiao Heng's movements were very careful, after all the mouth of the well was so narrow, a little carelessness might scratch and hurt the child.

He lifted the child high above his head.

Xuan Pinghou took the child with one hand and put it on the fallen umbrella, and pulled him up with the other hand.

Only then did he discover that there was still a cat in his son's arms.

Xiao Heng's whole body was stiff and his face was pale, like a small sculpture that couldn't move: "Can you quickly remove it?"

Xuan Pinghou laughed out loud, grabbed the cat and put it into the bundle hanging on the saddle.

The child's condition is not very good, with multiple falls on his body, he must go to the doctor as soon as possible.

Xiao Heng found a piece of cloth from the house and wrapped the child in his arms.

Xuan Pinghou was quite surprised: "Hey, you understand quite well, are you ready to be a father at any time?"

Xiao Heng rolled his eyes at him: "There is Gu Xiaobao at home."

This child is older than Gu Xiaobao, but he should not be more than one year old. The method of chasing Gu Xiaobao is also applicable to him.

The father and son walked towards the official road with a child, a horse and a cat.

Just when they were about to walk out of the village entrance, a mountain in front of them collapsed, and the huge noise was like thunder in the dark night, and the ground at the village entrance seemed to feel the vibration.

Landslides cannot slide into the village, but the mudslides caused by the landslide are a disaster for this village.

"drive!"

Xuan Ping Hou sternly shouted.

The horse quickly stepped onto the official road, but at this moment, the old banyan tree at the entrance of the village broke with a snap, and the huge tree fell down on them impartially!

At the critical moment, Xuan Pinghou stepped on the stirrup and jumped into the air, hugged the thick tree trunk with both hands, and knocked it away with all his strength.

The trunk of the tree was successfully knocked away, but he was also crushed under the tree.

His back injury recurred in an instant, and the wounds on his thigh and back were on the verge of breaking out, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Xiao Heng tightened the reins and stopped the horse.

He got off his horse and ran towards him regardless of his sprained right foot.

Xuan Pinghou held back the pain, and said to Xiao Heng: "Go quickly."

"Let's go together! I'll move the tree away!" Heng Xiao bent down, trying to hug a tree that was thicker than him.

But no matter how hard he tried, the big tree on Xuan Pinghou's body would not move at all.

He took out the rope from the bundle hanging on the saddle, tied one end to the big tree, and the other end to the horse, one man and one horse, and tried to pull it with all his might.

However, this tree is too heavy and strong.

Xiao Heng's palms were worn out, and mottled blood dripped down the rope.

The mountain in front continued to collapse, Xuan Ping Hou watched from afar, and said with the little strength left: "You go first, I will wait a while, and I can push it away by myself."

Xiao Heng's eyes were red, and hot liquid gushed out of them: "You lied!"

Xuan Pinghou smiled weakly: "Don't disbelieve your father so much... Your father is a first-rank Marquis of Wu... Just such a tree... Raise one hand..."

Xiao Heng pulled the rope tightly, choked up and roared: "Then you lift it! You lift it!"

Xuan Ping Hou Diao Erlang smiled and said: "I said I need to rest for a while... You go first... Don't let this child get wet... I finally rescued him from the bottom of the well..."

"I do not go!"

The rope was deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of Xiao Heng's palm, but he still couldn't pull it.

"I regret!"

"I should go to practice martial arts!"

"I shouldn't have gone to school! I should have grown up in a barracks!"

"You're right! Useless is a scholar!"

"I am useless!"

He cried out in despair, tears rolling down his face.

Xuan Pinghou's smile disappeared from his face, and he looked at Xiao Heng through the heavy rain: "I said that on purpose... I am your father... I don't know as many characters as you... I don't want to lose face I can't make it through...I always want you to practice martial arts...I am good at martial arts...you will definitely admire me..."

Xiao Heng had never heard these words, and he had never even thought about them.

He is as proud as Xiao Ji, yet he has such a low self-esteem.

Xu felt that the time limit was approaching, and if he didn't say some things today, he might never have the chance to say them again in the future.

Xuan Pinghou tilted his head slightly so that he could better take a last look at his son: "Heng, I never told you that I'm actually very shy...with a son like you...those big bosses always brag about their son Capable... Chi... What can my son do?"

"My son can recite poems in the Golden Luan Hall at the age of three...can their son do it?"

"My son entered the Imperial Prison at the age of four...can their son do it?"

"My son is a thirteen-year-old Ji Jiu, are those little soldiers?"

"My son is an eighteen-year-old champion in the new division, is that their son?"

"The greatest pride in my life is not military exploits, not titles. It's you, you are my proudest son, always have been."

Xiao Heng's heart was about to be torn apart.

Xuan Pinghou's eyes were hot, and he smiled: "If you don't leave, it will be too late, don't let me sacrifice in vain."

After he finished speaking, he slapped Xiao Heng with his palm with the last bit of strength.

Xiao Heng was sent to the horse by his internal force.

Xuan Pinghou said to his mount: "Take him away—"

With a loud bang, the last mountain body also landslide, and mudslides roll in from behind.

The horse raised its front hooves and galloped away.

Xuan Pinghou looked at his son with a smile, and the mudslides rushed down.

Xiao Heng turned around and shouted: "Don't—"

There was a loud bang, and mudslides poured into the village.

And at this moment, a tall black shadow came from the sky in the rainstorm!