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Chapter 1927 I have no father

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    Huang Mingyuan lay down all afternoon, and after dinner, he asked Lu Zhen to help him walk in the garden.

    Huang Mingyuan has a heart disease, and lying in bed all the time is not conducive to self-cultivation.

    In May, all the flowers are gone.  But at this time, the weather was getting warmer, the breeze was gentle, and it was quite pleasant to be in the garden.

    Huang Mingyuan walked around the garden twice, then stayed in the pavilion in the lake to rest.  Huang Mingyuan's garden covers an area of ??dozens of acres, with an artificial lake in the middle to attract running water. The built rockeries, small bridges, pavilions and corridors are quite exquisite in the Suzhou gardens of later generations.

    Huang Mingyuan was sitting in the pavilion, with the moon shining directly on him, full of light.

    Huang Mingyuan looked at the moon and sighed in a low voice: "Zhen Niang, you said that I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and all I wanted was for him to die. But he is really dead, why am I not happy at all?"

    Lu Zhen could not speak.

    Huang Mingyuan babbled alone: ??"When my father passed away, I was less than eight years old. When the news came, the sky in our family collapsed. My mother was a daughter-in-law, and my brothers and sisters were still young, so I naturally had to bear the responsibility.  Take up the important responsibility of the eldest son.

    Later, when he was still the King of Jin, he returned to Beijing and visited his grandfather at his residence.  I tried my best to behave in front of him and won his favor.

    Later, when he returned to Yangzhou, he asked his eldest father to take me to the Prince of Jin's Mansion and be Yang Zhao's companion.

    At that time, my mother strongly opposed it and did not want me to go.  I was young at the time, and once I went to Jiangdu, I didn¡¯t know when I would come back.  My mother had just lost her father and didn¡¯t want to lose me again.

    My eldest father didn¡¯t want me to go either, because my father was a companion of King Jin back then, and he didn¡¯t want me to take the same path.  He hopes that I will study with him. With my intelligence, I can become a world-famous scholar before I am forty years old.

    But I don¡¯t want to.

    I want to take a shortcut.

    I tried my best to convince my eldest father and mother to follow the King of Jin, and I vowed not to look back until I gained fame.

    On the day I left home, my eldest father stayed in the ancestral hall all night, and my mother hugged me and cried.  I have only seen my mother cry twice in my life.  One time was when the news of his father's death in battle came back to Chang'an, and the other time was this time.

    I gritted my teeth and left the house without looking back.

    I was afraid to see their appearance and didn¡¯t dare to leave.

    When I arrived in Yangzhou, I studied and practiced martial arts with Yang Zhao.  I already knew Yang Zhao, and Yang Zhao is also an approachable person, so we quickly became good friends.

    As for him, he didn¡¯t take me seriously at first and just regarded me as an ordinary child.

    Later, when he tested Yang Zhao several times, I tried my best to behave and please him, and then I caught his eye.  Thinking about it now, Yang Zhao at that time was really virtuous. He was not jealous that I surpassed him academically. Instead, he admired me extremely. If it had been Yang Jian, I would never have had this opportunity.

    Later, he gradually noticed me.

    I remember that there was a military rebellion in the south of the Yangtze River. General Zhu Mowen, under the command of the rebel Gao Zhihui, stationed his troops at Jingkou and set up a camp on the south bank. There were thousands of ships covering the river for more than a hundred miles and marching in with great noise.

    I boldly suggested that he use hundreds of light warships to sneak across the Yangtze River, raid with surprise troops, and burn the high-intelligence rear fortresses to make them fearful and uneasy; while the main force took the opportunity to attack the rebels from the front.

    I was only nine years old at the time, and others thought it was a child's words, but he believed my advice and acted according to the plan. Sure enough, Yang Su defeated the rebels and successfully crossed the Yangtze River.

    After that, he no longer thought I was young, but cultivated him with all his heart.

    At that time, I had everything Yang Zhao had.  Moreover, he personally took charge of my studies and supervised my kung fu, which was a treatment that Yang Zhaodu did not have.

    People say that he is closer to me as his adopted son than to his biological son.

    Yang Xian hated me probably at that time. ãá reduce .co*m ãá

    ¡°In this way, I spent the happiest years in Jiangdu.  He reads, practices martial arts, talks about the general situation of the country every day, and even helps the King of Jin make suggestions. When he is free, he plays with Yang Zhao and others.

    I even forgot for a while that I was just the son of a fourth-grade general, and just a guest in the Jin Palace.

    When I was thirteen years old, I left the government and worked as a subordinate officer in the Jin Dynasty. The military officer of the Yangzhou Mansion, the center of Jiangnan military affairs, fell into my hands little by little.

    I also followed Yu Qingze on his southern expedition and helped him watch over Yu Qingze.

    Sometimes I wonder whether he wanted to be a prince from the beginning, or whether he had to be a prince because of the encouragement from those of us around him.

    Maybe when he becomes emperor, I canReally accomplished something.

    At that time, I tried my best and tried my best for him.  I even forgot that I came to him in the first place just because he could be a ladder for me to move up.

    Before I was seventeen, I felt that I was willing to die for this kindness.

    I thought that in this life, I would become the mantis with the mantis as its arm, another Zhang Shijie, another Sun Chuanting, I would become Wen Tianxiang, I would become Wang Baobao, I would become Li Dingguo, I would become Zheng Chenggong, and when I die, I will recite "  Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyalty will be remembered by history." "My heart is like a magnetic needle, and it will not rest until it points to the right direction!"

    Even if it means death, I will be willing to be buried with this empire.

    Later, in order to win over Yuwen Shu, he married Qing'er to Yuwen Shiji.  Even though he knew that all I thought about was Qing'er, he still abandoned me without hesitation.

    It was then that I realized that I was who I was, and I was never more than others. In the end, I was just a servant.

    He is just a self-righteous person who cannot see himself clearly.

    Adults don¡¯t talk about right or wrong, they only ask about interests.  I have stood in his position ten thousand times and thought that he did nothing wrong and even compensated me, which is considered to be the most benevolent and righteous thing.

    I tried to forgive him ten thousand times.

    But I can¡¯t do it.

    ¡°Even if I put myself in his shoes ten thousand times and think about it, I¡¯m not him, and I¡¯m not in that position, so I can¡¯t empathize.

    I don¡¯t hate him, I just hate myself for being too weak at that time.

    So I returned to my original dream from the deviated path. I want to be strong and control my own destiny.  As for the mantis' arm as a chariot and the sacrifice of one's life to serve the country, they have long since disappeared in the wind and snow in the north.

    I have never hated him in my life.  At first I didn't dare, then I didn't want to, and then I just didn't want to.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ????? Will he be like Li Dingguo and Zheng Chenggong, who still shouted "restore the country" before they died?  Still like Zhang Shijie and Lu Xiufu, holding the young monarch in their arms and throwing themselves into the waves of the blue sea.

    ??A boy must have a guide on the road of growth in life. Most people are their fathers or enlightenment teachers, but I have no father and no enlightenment teacher.

    He is considered one.  "

    Speaking of this, Huang Mingyuan had already burst into tears.

    Huang Mingyuan looked up to the sky and looked at the night and the sky, just like the night and the sky when he made the decision on the Huaihe River.

    "Zhen Niang, from now on, I have no father!" Mi He Mi

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