The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 126: Things of those years

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The aroma of tea fills your nose and is slightly hot.

Fu Xiaoguan looked at the Hu family carefully, thinking that if his mother were still alive, she would be at this age.

Everyone Hu lowered his head and played with the tea set and said, "I still remember that it was the 40th year of Taihe. At that time, your mother was just like them, she was fifteen years old."

"We were both studying at Jixia Academy at that time. I was unknown, but your mother was already a talented woman who was famous and went to Beijing."

"On the Mid-Autumn Festival in the 40th year of Taihe, the Lanting Poetry Collection was very lively. Your mother and I naturally went there, because there were many talented people at the poetry gathering. For us at that time, our hearts were full of dreams , I always thought that the story of a talented man and a beautiful woman is the best ending in life. At that time, the most famous talents in Beijing were Yan Shidao, Xi Xunmei, Qin Ziyou, and..." Everyone Hu looked at Dong Shulan, "And Your father Dong Kangping."

Dong Shulan was startled. His father was still a famous talent back then? She didn't know, she only knew that her father was busy with official duties every day, and he was often fiddling with his abacus when he came back, but she had never seen him write poetry or anything.

Looking at Dong Shulan’s surprised expression, Mr. Hu laughed and said, “There is no doubt that your father was very famous back then.”

"Who is Qin Ziyou?" Fu Xiaoguan asked.

"Qin Bingzhong's second son died of illness in the fifth year of Xuanli."

I see. No wonder I have never seen it or heard Mr. Qin talk about it.

"If we follow the script of The Talented Man and the Beautiful Woman, your mother should marry Yan Shidao, because Yan Shidao is very handsome. Yan Shidao back then was much more handsome than you are now. Of course, also because the Yan family is originally The high-ranking nobleman, Xu Shaoguang, your grandfather, wanted nothing more than to marry Yun Qing into the Yan family. Yan Shidao also admired your mother very much, so the Yan family had no objection to this matter. It’s done... we all thought it would be done like this.”

Fu Xiaoguan listened very carefully. After all, this was his mother's story. His father had never mentioned it, probably because he was afraid of being sad if he mentioned it.

"In the spring of the 41st year of Taihe, a senior official Fu came to Linjiang. He came to participate in the Spring Festival. No one took him seriously at that time because he was not famous."

Fu Xiaoguan was surprised at this moment. So that honest fat man was once a civil servant?

"This person often came to the Red Sleeve Move. At that time, the Red Sleeve Move was already very famous. Your mother wrote the lyrics and I composed the music, which attracted many high-ranking officials and talented people. This official Fu was generous and well-rounded, which made him very popular. He got to know a lot of literati, and he also came into your mother's sight."

"Of course, your mother just thinks this fat guy is stupid and rich, and she never thought about being with him."

"A lot of things happened after that. Your father did not go to the Spring Festival that year. The reason is said to have been a warning from the Yan family, because your father once got drunk in Hongxiu Zhao and said that he only loved Yunqing - - Yan Shidao and other talented people were there at that time. Of course Yan Shidao was not happy, so he warned Senior Official Fu. Of course, not many people knew about it. I only heard about it. I guess only your father knew the details."

"Your father may have been so cruel that he decided to fight with Yun Qing. In those two years, Yun Qing rarely came to Hong Xiu Zhao just to avoid him. What happened in those two years? I will I’m not sure. In short, Yan Shidao didn’t marry your mother, and then there was the terrible incident of Yun Qing eloping with your father in the winter of the 43rd year of Taihe.”

Everyone Hu took a sip from the tea cup and looked out the window. After a long time, he looked back at Fu Xiaoguan and said seriously: "Actually... your mother didn't like your father from the beginning to the end!"

When Fu Xiaoguan heard this, he thought this was wrong. He argued: "But I have read the story that my father carved on my mother's tombstone. They met on the bank of the Qinhuai River in the spring of the 41st year of Taihe, and then they met in Lanting. We all know that after two years of this, my mother jumped over the wall and ran away to elope after my father proposed marriage. After my mother passed away, he only took one concubine. His Majesty decreed that he only has one concubine so far, and this must be a matter of mutual affection."

Everyone Hu bowed his head and smiled. "Now everything has passed, things have changed, so you can just think of me talking nonsense. But if you have the opportunity to go to the Wu Dynasty in the future, go find the wife of the Marquis Dingguo of the Wu Dynasty, who is the second aunt of His Royal Highness the Ninth Princess Yu Yu, your mother had a better relationship with the second princess than she did with me. The second princess knows best what happened in those two years."

Fu Xiaoguan frowned, what did everyone mean by saying this to him?

Is there something else hidden between father and mother?

Everyone Hu seemed to see Fu Xiaoguan's doubts, "I love Yunqing deeply. This mystery has troubled me for more than ten years. I have been to the Wu Dynasty and met the Second Princess, but she did not say anything to me. From the beginning, she said one thing to me, everything is in the past, let it go."

"You are Yun Qing's son. I think Her Highness the Second Princess will tell you."

This is still not right. In what the Hu family meant, it seemed that he was not Fu Daguan's son, but his father and mother were married in the spring of the 44th year of Taihe, and he was born in the winter of that year. My father and mother have been together since the winter of the 43rd year of Taihe, and nothing else happened during this time - even if my mother has no feelings for my father, as my father said, after being together for a long time, naturally There are feelings.

So are those old adult events still important?

Fu Xiaoguan thinks those are not important.

So he just smiled and said, "Thank you Mr. Hu for talking about my mother, and thank you Mr. Hu for going to the Dong Mansion to intercede for me after I offended Shulan."

"I just gave Dong Kangping a jar of wine and wrote a few words. You don't need to thank me. Isn't this a blessing in disguise?"

Only then did Dong Shulan realize why her father wrote her a note when they were in Linjiang. It turned out... Mr. Hu and his father were also friends back then.

"In this case, we resigned."

"Well, come to my place often when you have free time."

"As it should be, I'm leaving."

"Go ahead."

Fu Xiaoguan and his entourage left Hongxiuzhao. Sitting in the carriage, Fu Xiaoguan looked at the two girls and suddenly asked, "Am I not similar to my father?"

Yu Wenyun chuckled and said, "Don't tell me, it really doesn't look like it."

"You should follow your mother. From what Hu said, your mother must be very beautiful."

Fu Xiaoguan nodded, that should be the case.

Arrived at the gate of Dong's Mansion in Wuyi Lane, Su Mo handed Dong Shulan the box containing 200,000 taels of silver notes that he had been carrying on his back. Fu Xiaoguan asked him to send Yu Wenyun to the gate of the palace, and he and Chun Xiu walked towards the inn.

He kept lowering his head and thinking about what everyone said. He couldn't understand it, so he put it behind him.

Chunxiu went to her room. As soon as Fu Xiaoguan opened the door and walked in, he heard a bang and a sharp pain in the back of his head. His eyes went dark, but he did not fall to the ground.

Two men in black held him up and used a sack to put him in. Then one of them picked him up, jumped out of the back window, and disappeared into the night.