Cheng Muyou lowered his head and looked at the shadows of himself and his father in the spring, they were obviously close at hand, but he felt that he and his father were like a thousand mountains and rivers away, and they could never return to the intimacy they had before.
He used to admire his benevolence and benevolence, but at some point, Cheng Dexuan, who was only dedicated to studying medical skills, had changed, and he was getting farther and farther away from himself, so that he couldn't understand it, or rather, he didn't want to and didn't want to delve into his heart anymore.
Perhaps, this is what my father was as he was, he never changed, he became just himself.
At that crossroads, he chose a completely different path from his father.
That's why he did a lot of things without telling his father, and even planned not to tell him these things for the rest of his life.
Cheng Muyou slowly raised his head, his eyes swept coldly on Cheng Dexuan's old face, and said softly, "Father, when your son was a child, you told your son several times about the events before the founding of the Great Song Dynasty.
You also told me that only by taking the 'name' lightly, admonishing him diligently, always worrying about it, and keeping his heart, can he keep Heqing Haiyan as he was like the first emperor. ” Speaking of this, he changed his words, and his eyes showed a bit of sincerity, "But why, my father has changed, he is only focused on fame and fortune, and he does not take the people's wishes to heart at all, and his son is really puzzled." ” Cheng Dexuan's expression froze, and after a long time, he avoided his eager eyes and said softly, "It is said that he is in his position to seek his own government, if he can't even climb up to this position, how can he talk about petitioning for the people and sympathizing with the people?"
” Cheng Muyou shook his head and chuckled, "I am afraid that even my father himself does not believe this, I think that when the first emperor was alive, even if he was only an ordinary soldier under Guo Wei, he always took the lead, dared to fight, and rushed to the forefront when encountering the enemy."
Cheng Dexuan categorically cut off his words, "Muyou, why do you always mention that person today, these words, just say them in front of me, if you let others listen to them, I'm afraid it will be unfavorable to you." ” Cheng Muyou stared at him for a long time, and then said, "That person?
Didn't my father even dare to mention him?
Father, have you forgotten that you always told your son how chivalrous, generous and benevolent the first emperor was, so his son revered the first emperor since he was a child, and even stood outside the gate to peek when the first emperor conquered the Northern Han Dynasty, and followed the first emperor's troops to the city gate, and returned home in the middle of the night.
Why now, even you have to obstruct me from mentioning the first emperor?
” Cheng Dexuan was speechless for a while, but his eyes showed a bit of fierceness that he had never seen before, he lowered his voice, "I don't care what you were before, now the world has changed, everything has changed, you and you will never mention him in front of me in the future, do you hear?"
” After speaking, regardless of Cheng Muyou's surprise and puzzlement, he staggered out of the courtyard, as if there was a vicious monster standing behind him.
Yan Niang came out with a hot medicine, just saw Cheng Dexuan leave angrily, she walked to Cheng Muyou's side, put down the medicine bowl, and asked in a low voice, "Officials have always been obedient, why did you provoke my father to lose such a big temper today?"
” Cheng Muyou's five fingers dug deep into the gap along the well, and after a pause, he said slowly, "It's okay, my father and I have long disagreed, but I haven't pierced this layer of window paper. ” Yan Niang swept lightly on his face, then leaned over a little, and said tentatively, "Official, there is something I don't know whether to say or not." ” Cheng Muyou looked at her, "Why did Madame twist it upside down today, this is not like Madame's style." ” Yan Niang glanced at him, "I said, the officials can't blame me." ” A slight smile appeared on the corner of Cheng Muyou's lips, "It's not strange, you just talk about it." ” "I think my father's words are not unreasonable, the officials are a little pedantic, but we don't know that the officialdom is dark, and some things are not under our control at all, only in a high position, holding power in our hands, can we better serve the people.
On the contrary, people are soft-spoken, even if there is a passion for blood, there is nowhere to throw it, so what is the use?
” Hearing these words of persuasion, Cheng Muyou narrowed his eyes slightly, and carefully looked at Yan Niang's demeanor, "Madame means that I should follow my father's teachings and make a difference in the officialdom?"
” Yan Niang nodded, her eyes smiling crookedly, "That's exactly what it means, if the official can understand my father's hard work, I will feel at ease." ” Hearing this, Cheng Muyou didn't speak for a long time, and after a while, he drank the bowl of medicine that had cooled down again into his stomach in one gulp, wiped the medicine residue from the corner of his mouth at will, and said to Yan Niang calmly, "I remember Madame's words, it's getting late now, let's rest early." ” After speaking, he walked towards the house, Yan Niang cleaned up the dishes, walked a few steps quickly to keep up with him, and when she was about to step into the threshold, she looked back at the courtyard door and found that Cheng Dexuan, who had been hiding in the shadows, quietly left, so she made a satisfied smile on her lips and stepped into the house behind Cheng Muyou.
However, this night, Yan Niang slept very unsteadily, and for some reason, she once again dreamed of going to the Northern Han Dynasty with Zhao Lang.
At that time, she was still Lin Jingyin, dressed in a bright and fiery uniform, riding on a horse, following behind Zhao Lang in the slanting sun, and walked out of the Donghua Gate with a lofty spirit.
At that time, her heart was full of desire for victory, and her blood was hot, stretching every pore wide.
At that time, she only cared about the battle ahead, eager to look at a thousand miles, and of course she would not look behind her.
Yes, if she had taken a second look at that time, she might have seen a child, who stood by the city gate, staring at Zhao Lang with reverence and humility, staring at the hero in her heart, just like her.
Yan Niang slowly opened her eyes, half-propped herself up, and put her hands on her cheeks, looking at the man sleeping next to the pillow: he slept very deeply, as if by his side, his whole heart was quiet, and he would not be disturbed by the chaos of the world.
"Why don't you ask?
Don't ask what I'm doing all this for, don't ask, don't ask when I ask to marry you, Cheng Muyou, I really don't understand you. ” She looked at this man whom she called her husband, and a curiosity mixed with weakness rose in her heart, and after a long time, she finally could not solve the mystery in her heart, so she could only blow lightly on the candlestick in frustration, and locked herself and him into the thick darkness.