Wanyan Honglie sometimes thinks that if other parents, if they have the opportunity to get a son, what kind of person do they expect their son to grow up to be?

Did you ever wish that he would be a gentleman, courteous, and erudite?

He had a son, and luckily, his son was just such a man.

Unfortunately, however, this son is not his own.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't mind this at all, if he really has a grudge against it, he will never keep this child in the first place.

Maybe I should say that I almost forgot that this son was not my own child in the first place.

He would respectfully address his father, and he was never dissatisfied with what he commanded, but always stood there honestly and obediently and listened, and did what he said very obediently. Even if there is something unpleasant, it is not noisy or noisy.

Sometimes, Wanyan Honglie couldn't help but think to himself, even if it was his own son, it would probably be nothing more than that.

When the prince was about ten years old, Qiu Chuji came to the palace.

No one knew that he was intimidating the ministers in the court, and the moment he saw Qiu Chuji, his whole body became cold in the blink of an eye. Even after a full decade, he recognized the man who almost killed him back then. The shadow of ten years ago has always lingered in his heart and has never forgotten.

But soon, he realized that Qiu Chuji probably didn't come to assassinate him, if he had come for himself who had escaped from his hands ten years ago, at this moment, the other party should have stabbed him with a sword a long time ago.

He suppressed the urge to summon the guards, and squeezed out a polite smile with difficulty: "I don't know what Chang Chunzi is doing when he comes to the palace?"

Qiu Chuji obviously did not forget the face of Yan Honglie, he wrinkled his brows and said: "I want to accept the son as an apprentice, and I hope that the prince will be accommodating." He used tactful words, but there was no humility in his tone, it was a notice and not a request.

The smile on Wanyan Honglie's face gradually faded.

A boiling anger washed away the mixed feelings that had arisen in his heart because of the sight of his former enemy, and he looked at Qiu Chuji coldly, but did not answer.

In the face of Qiu's request, Wanyan Honglie's first thought was to disagree, categorically and without hesitation.

Who wants his son to be raised by his enemies?

However, Qiu Chuji also thought so, and he didn't want Brother Yang's son to be raised by thieves.

Wanyan Honglie's heart was actually afraid, he couldn't believe that if he really agreed to Qiu Chuji, Qiu Chuji would have the opportunity to teach something. He and Bao Xiqiao have concealed their son's life experience for so many years, and he has cultivated his son so hard, how can he tolerate Qiu Chu's opportunity to stir up the situation.

Wanyan Honglie once heard someone say such a sentence: It's yours after all, it's yours, and you can't grab it if it's not yours.

In the past, he never believed in this statement, he was the sixth son of the Emperor of Jin, the official title of King Zhao, and the holy favor was in his hands, there was nothing in this world that he wanted but couldn't get, only he disdained to take it.

However, the appearance of Bao Xiweak ruthlessly broke his self-confidence.

Power, status, and wealth, he can be called one person under ten thousand people, but such a self is not as good as a farmer who abandons his wife and children for the so-called brotherly righteousness at a critical juncture? !

For a while, Qiu Chuji's diluted and peaceful eyes fell into Qiu Chuji's eyes, and they all became hateful.

Why is there always someone who pops up when he is about to forget a qiē and reminds himself that the qiē he has now is nothing more than rootless duckweed, all of which are false.

His princess was taken by him, and he demanded it by force.

He spoiled him to the heavens and held him to the tip of his heart, and he made him the son of the son of the son of the world as soon as he was born, and it was not him at all.

No matter how much he regards him as his own son, in the eyes of outsiders, if he is not his own, he is not his own.

But so what?

Who can do better than him?

There are countless fathers in this world, even if they are biological fathers, how many people can love their sons as much as him?

Thinking about Yang Tiexin, he is just a little tricky, he can directly abandon his wife and children, even if he has a biological name on his head, where can he go?

But Wanyan Honglie couldn't be confident, and his self-confidence had already faded little in the relationship with Bao Xiweak.

Who has no fear?

He has it too!

He was afraid, of course he was afraid. The child he had raised for ten years with his own hands, and he couldn't even think about this kind of thing when he looked at him with indifference and disgust.

Maybe he should say, "I can't afford to climb Changchunzi's real person, and ask the Taoist to find another disciple", but when the words came to his mouth, he stopped, and he said: "Xiao Wang can't be the master of this matter, the Taoist may as well go and ask the meaning of the prince in person." ”

As soon as the words came out, Yan Honglie felt that a layer of fine sweat had appeared in his palm.

It wasn't until Qiu Chuji left that he came back to his senses little by little.

Wanyan Honglie supported his forehead with one hand, and at the same time buried his eyes in the palm of the other hand, and the eyes that appeared between his fingers almost wanted to devour people.

Whether it is in the Song State or the Jin Kingdom, most of the people in the rivers and lakes are arrogant, do not obey the control, do not obey the orders of the imperial court, despise the powerful, think that he is the respect of the King of Zhao, and the talented people recruited are still only a handful, even if there are first-class masters, they are only from the wild road.

And Naqiu is one of the seven sons of Quanzhen, famous in the rivers and lakes, strong in martial arts, the true biography of Wang Chongyang, who is the first in the Quanzhen Sect and the first in Huashan on the sword, and there are no disciples under his knees.

The Quanzhen Sect is a top famous sect, and its martial arts are upright and peaceful, which is also suitable for the sons of the world who have somehow been sick again and again during this period of time.

No matter how unwilling Wan Yan Honglie was in his heart, he had to admit that it was difficult to find a master like Qiu Chuji!

So, he swallowed the unwillingness in his heart, knocked out his teeth and swallowed blood, even if it was not what he wanted, he still agreed.

At this moment, if Yang Tiexin appeared in front of him, he just wanted to ask loudly: "For the sake of your son, can you do my job?

Not surprisingly, Qiu Chuji left the palace with the prince and went to the Quanzhen Sect.

In the first year, the prince did not return.

The following year, the prince still did not return to the palace.

Wanyan Honglie was terrified in his heart, but fortunately he had kept in contact with his son by letter, knowing that his son had not yet known his life experience, otherwise he would have even had the heart to tear Qiu Chuji.

That Ma Yu Lao'er was the most hateful, he actually dared to prevent himself from going up the mountain to visit his son, and he didn't let himself send people to send food and clothing, saying that the Quanzhen Sect is a place of cultivation outside the party, so don't use the mundane things in the red dust to disturb the Dao hearts of the disciples.

Is it true that when he finishes Yan Honglie, he doesn't dare to lead his troops to besiege Zhongnan Mountain?!

In the first few years of Shizi's apprenticeship, he was worried that if he caused trouble to the Quanzhen Sect, he would provoke Qiu Chuji to dislike him and not want to teach his disciples well. And in the next few years, I was stumbled by Mongolian things. How could he let it go?

Even if he didn't lead his troops to attack the Quanzhen Sect, if he could be ruthless and directly let out the rumors in the rivers and lakes, the Quanzhen Sect would accept the little prince of the Jin Kingdom as a personal disciple, which would be enough to make the Quanzhen Sect mess up.

However, if he did this, what would his son do? The son's brother would definitely not give him a good look.

Therefore, Wan Yan Honglie endured it.

Eight years, he waited for eight whole years, and the son finally returned.

When he heard the other party's respectful "father", Wan Yan Honglie's heart almost blossomed.

It seems that Qiu Chuji has not yet told him about his life experience.

He thought, since they are all back, then don't go back to Zhongnan Mountain.

On the mountain, there are high beds and soft sleepers at home, jade plates and delicacies, fat horses and light furs, and groups of maids?

Wanyan Honglie looked at his son and couldn't help but say, "I haven't heard that the life of the Quanzhen Sect is very lonely, you look at your thinness." ”

The young man on the other side said: "The food in the church is good, although the taste is light, but it is also very interesting."

Wanyan Honglie didn't believe it.

When the young man returned, he fell ill.

Wanyan Honglie really regretted that Ren Qiu took the opportunity to bring him to the Quanzhen Sect.

In his letters, this son of his, he has always reported good news and not bad news, and who knows how he is doing in the Quanzhen Sect.

So, when Qiu Chuji came to the palace again, Wanyan Honglie didn't give him a good look.

On this day, he went out hunting and shot a young deer. Wanyan Honglie knew that the meat of this young deer was extremely tender and delicious, so he asked the cook to cook it, and then the father and son enjoyed it together.

"Eat more and make up for it. Wanyan Honglie sandwiched a deer leg for Qiao Heng.

Unexpectedly, the cook probably added more salt, so salty that even his own eating habits prefer heavy oil and salt couldn't stand it, and he almost vomited it out.

Wanyan Honglie was about to have a seizure, this deer was hunted by his son personally, and it was actually cooked by the cook, can he not be angry in his heart.

However, just as he was about to send someone to reprimand the cook and punish him severely, his eyes stopped on his son.

The young man ate the deer leg he had just clamped over him as slowly and methodically as usual, and said with great difficulty: "It's so salty, how did you eat it?"

The young man's movements paused visibly, his eyes darkened, and he said, "It's always my father's heart." No one could hear the prevarication in his words, and no one knew that even if he offered all the delicacies of the mountains and seas in front of him, he would not be able to taste the taste.

Wanyan Honglie was so excited by his words that his heart was full of blood, how he wanted to say to the whole world like this: "This is my son! I have a good son! He is my son!"

But in the end, he just smiled and nodded, and said, "Good son." ”

However, it was probably because the heavens did not want to see him so proud.

On the second day, he found that Bao Xiqiao and Shizi were gone.

Wanyan Honglie kept praying in his heart, not what he thought...... Not what I thought it would be......

But he sat in the house for three days, without waiting for them to come back, and had to admit that what he was most afraid of had happened.

The panic and anger in his heart was indescribable.

He didn't complain about the weakness, just because he knew that she had never liked him from beginning to end, whether it was when he was awake or in a nightmare, he knew that if he and Yang Tiexin appeared in front of her at the same time, she would never choose herself, as she had insisted on for eighteen years.

Therefore, he can only blame his son who has raised him for 18 years.

Since you already know your life experience from Qiu Chuji's mouth, why do you still pretend that you don't know anything? You are about to leave the palace the next day, why can you still say those words that touched him so sincerely the day before?!

It's always my father's heart. ’

Thinking back to this sentence now, Wanyan Honglie was pierced through the heart by a sharp sword.

Back then, Yang Tiexin had already abandoned you who were still in the womb, you haven't seen him before, what's so good about him?!

Eighteen years of nurturing grace, the first ten years of getting along day and night, and the last eight years of true feelings revealed between the lines of the letters, are they all fake? Or are the three words of Yang Tiexin alone worth all his efforts in the entire 18 years?

He felt that he should complain and was entitled to complain!

But...... When it came to the end, he couldn't complain anymore.

Eighteen years, exactly eighteen years.

Even if the other party does not see himself as a father, he has long regarded the other party as a son.

How can a father resent his son?

He wants to tell him that as long as you are willing to come back, the prince of this palace will still be you.

When you die, this palace will be in your hands.

Whether the son wants to be an idle essayist who recites poetry all day long, or wants to be a minister who leans towards the government and the opposition, even if he is a gentleman who teases cats and dogs, and people hate ghosts and cry, he can let him get his wish.

As long as you are willing to come back......

However, to Wanyan Honglie's pain, he had no chance to bring these words to this son whom he had cultivated for eighteen years. The two of them couldn't see each other, so where did he get the opportunity to say this?

He didn't dare to let his subordinates convey his meaning for him, in case someone with bad intentions knew that there was no blood relationship between the two, once the emperor knew about it, how could the emperor easily take on the position of the son of the world with an outsider.

But he couldn't find Bao Xiweak, let alone see his son.

His self-confidence was completely ruined in the hands of this mother and son!

Even though he already knew that his son was in the Quanzhen Sect, he just couldn't see him. The events on the Mongolian side dragged him to death, and he couldn't get out at all. Mongolia is a great disaster in the Central Plains, and it is ridiculous that the people of the world are ignorant, and few people are aware of it.

However, Wanyan Honglie knew that his son understood.

You and I, father and son, have joined forces, and this world is not at our fingertips!

It's a pity that this sentence can only be imagined.

One year, two years, three years......

The autumn breeze rolls up the fallen leaves of the land, and the ground is desolate.

Wanyan Honglie stood in the small white-walled courtyard of Uwa where Bao Xiqiao lived in the past, recalling the bits and pieces of the past, and didn't know when he would be able to reunite as a husband and wife and see each other again.

The silence was shattered by the sound of unfamiliar footsteps.

Wanyan Honglie had given an order that no one should approach this place without his permission.

He looked vigilantly at the visitor, and saw a Taoist with a long beard on his face. He was wearing a long sword and a Taoist robe, and he was striding towards him.

Wanyan Honglie touched the wrench on his thumb, and said with a smile, "I don't know why Daoist Qiu is visiting?"

He had no idea how much self-control Qiu had used before he suppressed the urge to pull out his sword and kill him directly.

Qiu Chuji took out a letter from his bosom, his eyes filled with deep tiredness and deep sadness.

He took a deep breath and said in a cold tone, "Kang'er left it for you." ”

Wanyan Honglie's face was surprised, and his eyes lit up with a strange brilliance. He did not care to maintain his composure and took the letter eagerly.

After Qiu Chuji received the letter, he didn't want to stay in this palace for a quarter of an hour, so he took up his light work and left directly.

Qiu Chuji did not deceive Yan Honglie, and the letter was indeed written by Qiao Heng.

Qiao Heng is not a perfectionist through and through, but he has some perfectionist tendencies, and if there is an opportunity to make things perfect, he will naturally work towards this.

He has been on Zhongnan Mountain for so many years, and has been carefully taught and cared for by Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji, even if he is just "Yang Kang" in their eyes, not the real him, he has also received their three points of affection.

He took Bao Xiweak out of the palace, and the Quanzhen Sect "shielded" him, and Wanyan Honglie must be angry. Inevitably, after he left this world, the Quanzhen Sect was implicated by himself, and he prepared for it early.

Since he has deceived Yan Honglie for 18 years, what if he continues to deceive after his death?

On the envelope was written the words "King Zhao personally enlightened".

"King Zhao", a title that symbolized great glory in the past, only felt that it was so cold and alienated that it stabbed his eyes painfully.

With trembling hands, he pulled out the rice paper in the envelope.

He read the words on the letter line by line, and when he saw the last sentence on the second letter, he was so shocked that he couldn't even hold the letter in his hand. The paper slid from between your fingers to the ground, floating on the yellow leaves.

I saw these lines written at the end.

"Thanks to the wrong love, I know that I am not the blood of the prince, and I am in a dilemma between the feelings of birth and cultivation, and I have no face to see others...... Recently, the frost and dew are thick, and I hope that you will cherish it, and you will wear clothes in the cold. The gratitude in my heart is indescribable, and the grace of nurturing cannot be repaid, and without him, the only one is dead. "Born a villain

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Chapter 52: The Legend of the Condor Heroes (extra).