Before Wei Cong imprisoned the mountain behind the emperor's mausoleum, he was also a young man with fresh clothes and angry horses and side hats.

I still remember that in those years, the mountains were full of flowers, and the teenagers and girls laughed and talked Yan Yan, or gathered elegantly to drink, or talked and laughed, showing the youthful spirit.

The night breeze blows, making the curtains rustle.

Wei Cong leaned on the side of the table and slept lightly, and gradually fell asleep, today's dream is rare and colorful, and everything is vivid.

He looked at the contents of the dream, and suddenly remembered that this was the Golden Scale Academy.

His eyes fell on the water pavilion, and when he saw a group of teenagers in blue and white school uniforms gathering together to talk and laugh, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl a little.

Wei Cong remembered, it turned out to be that day.

Which day?

Naturally, it was the day when Xiao Langjun of the Ministry of Industry Shangshu was broken by his own mother.

Wei Cong couldn't help but move closer, trying to hear more clearly.

At this time, a young man with a familiar face said with a smile, "Tsk-do you say that the Ministry of Industry Shangshu is still Shi Yu's mother-in-law? She actually carried such a thick stick and directly broke into the academy and dragged her son out and broke her leg-oops, scared to death!"

The young man is also the son of an official in the DPRK and China, and he is at the same table as Shi Yu, the son of the Ministry of Works.

When the Ministry of Industry rushed in and dragged his son out by the collar, he was frightened.

"I don't know if it's my mother, but it's doubtful whether Shi Yu is a parent. I saw another young man unfold the folding fan in his hand, the other party's face was slightly round and immature, it was clearly Wei Cong's appearance when he was young, his eyebrows were full of vitality, and he couldn't see the loneliness and loneliness after many years, "The Ministry of Industry Shangshu is a talented person, why is the son born so unbearable?" In my opinion, it is good that Shi Yu was just broken by his mother's two legs, and it is still good that he killed his son without righteousness. ”

Shi Yunai is the son of Bai Yuexia, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, and her husband Shi Zhong.

Because Shi Yu was the only male in the family, he was spoiled by his father and grandmother to be lawless, acted arrogantly and domineeringly, and often bullied students from ordinary backgrounds in the academy. Wei Cong is just a concubine, and naturally he has been bullied by Shi Yu, and he has resentment in his heart.

Several teenagers were curious when they heard this.

"Wei Cong, do you know the inside story of Shi Yu's beating?"

Everyone was surprised that the little overlord Shi Yu would actually break his leg by his own backer, which can be called the news of the year.

The wooden stick that Bai Yuexia used to break her son's legs was as thick as a strong man's arm!

Why can Xiaobawang be so arrogant and domineering, and he doesn't rely on having a mother who is the secretary of the Ministry of Industry?

Shi Yu's father?

Hehe, the husband and wife divorced eight hundred years ago, and Shi Yu's father Shi Zhong is a waste who can't support the wall.

"Naturally, I know some of the inside story. Shi Yu deserves this. The young man said, "Shi Yu has mediocre appearance, mediocre talent, and mediocre talent, it stands to reason that he should not be likable, but he can't stand the roots of people's parents." Although there is a Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry to correct and supervise on one side, Yan's mother is not good, Shi Yu was so prostituted by his family that he was separated from his biological mother, and finally made a big mistake - it was better than him to have a barbecued pork. ”

The young man Wei Cong said, "Two days ago, an official participated in the Ministry of Industry, saying that she had no way to teach her son, and connived at her son to force him into a prostitute, commit murder on the street, and drag people and cripples on horseback. The Ministry of Industry Shangshu went back to the house to check, and proved that the matter was true, so he was angry and beat him with a stick. ”

"How do you know this news?"

The young Wei Cong said, "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed, there is always a way I know." ”

Looking at himself in the dream with a childish and gloating smile peculiar to a young man, the corners of Wei Cong's lips hooked up a touch of bitterness.

He remembered clearly that because of this, he was punished by his father when he was young.

When his father heard that he was talking behind his back and criticizing others, he bluntly said that this move was not done by a gentleman, and punished him for copying books.

The young Wei Cong was in a rebellious period, and his father's indiscriminate punishment made him very angry.

Where is he going to get along with Shi Yu?

It is clear that Shi Yu, the little overlord, privately bullied Wei Cong.

How to bully?

scolded him in front of him as the son of Concubine Teng, saying that he was lowly and lowly, and he was not qualified to talk to students from the academy with good backgrounds.

not only humiliated his background, humiliated his mother, but also humiliated his father who was attacked and defeated in the court a few years ago.

Wei Cong was blocked in a remote corner of the academy by this little overlord more than once.

After suffering these grievances, he did not dare to tell his father. Although Shi Yu said it badly, one thing was right, his father was just a Taifu, and he was just the son of Concubine Teng. If his father asks for justice from the Ministry of Industry for him, it will also implicate his father's already bad career.

As the saying goes, things gather people in groups, and the little overlord Shi Yu is a gentleman, and the fox friends he makes are not good goods.

Wei Cong came from a humble background but was among the best, and was often used as an example by Mr. to fight these scumbags, which invisibly attracted a lot of hatred.

They knew that Wei Cong was a bully, and he had no backing, and several people often embarrassed him when they joined forces, and the verbal humiliation was quite light.

There were also a few conflicts, Wei Cong was weak, the opponent was outnumbered, and he was punched a few times.

The place where the fight was very secret, they were careful to act, and there was no evidence left at all, and Wei Cong only had anger and hatred in his heart.

At this time, he couldn't help but resent his origin, but he was helpless, and he could only swallow all the bitter fruits by himself.

He didn't dare to tell his father for fear of embarrassing him.

Fortunately, there are a few good peers who have become his only channel for confiding.

These peers were no strangers, but the sons of the cousins of his father's elder brother, Wei Chen.

In terms of age, Wei Cong is similar to them.

In terms of seniority, Wei Cong is their cousin.

Now that I think about it, it was the care and persuasion of these "friends" that made the young Wei Cong slowly alienate from his father. The young Wei Cong looked coldly at the dreams flashing one after another, and the scenes that had made him angry and resentful could not arouse the slightest emotion at this time.

The young Wei Cong saw that the young man was locked in the house and copied the book, a full twenty times!

Stubborn, he refused to admit his mistakes to his father, and refused to stop writing, copying from day to night, and finally fell asleep.

"Tsk, this temperament is like me, stubborn. ”

Young Wei Cong's pupils shrank in shock, and he saw that the door was gently pushed open, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people in the room. There was a tall woman standing outside the door, and time had not left many traces on her face, but her aura had become more restrained with the accumulation of years.

"Ministers and Ministers are not good for ......"

The young Wei Cong saw his father, who had not seen him for many years, wearing a green shirt and following the woman into the house, and his words seemed to be emotional.

"Don't ask for guilt at every turn, I've seen a lot of people who ask for guilt during the day, and you come here too?" The woman said the words of blame, but her tone was very gentle, she bent down and picked up the young Wei Cong who was lying on the table, gently placed it on the bed, and looked at the young man's eyebrows lovingly, "Speaking of which, it's still me who is not dedicated enough as a mother, and I don't know that the students of the academy will do such a bad act." ”

"Your Majesty has said so, shouldn't the minister apologize with death?"

The man's eyes were full of apologies and self-blame, for so many years, Wei Cong had been raised by him, but he didn't find that the child had suffered so many grievances in the Golden Scale Academy. If it weren't for the coincidence that he learned about it, he didn't know how long he would be hidden, and now he didn't know how to make up for it if he wanted to.

The woman said, "You and I are both at fault. ”

"It's not Your Majesty's fault, Your Majesty has a lot of opportunities, and government affairs alone will take up eight or nine hours, how can you have extra energy to keep an eye on the child's affairs in the academy......?"

"Her son has made so many mistakes, and it is forgiving not to take the life of that little animal. The woman sneered, "My son is also such a little beast who insults him at will? If Bai Yuexia doesn't break his legs, I will pick up a knife and cut off his head!"

Bai Yuexia broke her son's two legs in public with a stick, which was obviously a punishment and a lesson to her son, but in fact it was a woman's instructions.

The official said that Shi Yushen Bai Yuexia was Shi Yushen Bai Yuexia for a few days in a row, and the woman also had the meaning of being dealt with severely.

As smart as Bai Yuexia, she naturally knows what to do.

Whether it was a serious break of a pair of legs by his mother, or a serious head cut off by the emperor's anger, choose for yourself.

Although Bai Yuexia doesn't know Wei Cong's life experience, she has followed His Majesty for many years and understands His Majesty's intentions - she is serious!

The man sighed softly, and his fingers tucked the young Wei Cong's scattered sideburns behind his ears.

The woman said, "It's time for the Golden Scale Academy to rest and recuperate, and if things like this happen again, I will even cut their father and mother together." ”

It was originally a place for students to study, but I didn't expect this kind of bullying scandal to break out when the Golden Scale Academy was established for more than ten years.

In this way, Ci and Fushou found an opportunity to have a good talk and unraveled him. ”

The woman nodded, "yes." ”

Young Wei Cong looked at everything in his dream, his eyes were sore, and two lines of hot tears rolled down.

So it was—

Wei Cong was bullied by his classmate Xiaobawang when he was young, but after Bai Yuexia, the secretary of the Ministry of Works, personally broke Shi Yu's legs, those miscellaneous pieces were obedient, and no one came to provoke Wei Cong again. At that time, Wei Cong naively thought that Bai Yuexia's actions had a deterrent effect, and it turned out that ......

It turns out that this is the truth!

His mother was in a hurry, and she could still find time to help him out of these evil spirits, and his father also tried to talk to him to explain it......

However, the young Wei Cong was willful and rebellious, and he had long been bewitched by others, and he couldn't listen to his father's nagging and lessons at all.

If time could be turned back, he would no longer say those hurtful words to his sister, let alone be provoked to hurt his parents.

Faintly, Wei Cong heard a familiar call from the sky.

Fei Jin opened his eyes and found that Ning Bangyue was kneeling beside him, looking at him with a concerned expression.

"Saving the Moon......?"

Wei Cong heard his voice hoarse, and his face was wet.

"Lang Junfang is a nightmare?"

Ning Bangyue wiped the tears on his face with a handkerchief.

Wei Cong leaned his head on her shoulder, and the candle flame stretched the shadow of the two snuggling together.

His voice was slightly choked, "Maybe it's not a nightmare, maybe it's a sweet dream." ”