A dignified husband, there are many people who have been burdened by fame and fortune all their lives, and it is really difficult to find a few people who can afford to let go like Mrs. Ruan, which is sincerely admirable. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wen Wan pondered carefully, washing away the lead and remaking the soup like Mrs. Ruan, which can be regarded as truly giving up the past and putting aside the freedom of identity.

It was my grandfather who carried a heavy family background, and although he kept saying that he was detached in this life, he never really let go of the shackles in his heart one day.

When she went to visit her grandfather and uncle's family, Wen Wan deliberately brought a few snacks from Mrs. Ruan's shop, and specifically mentioned this Mrs. Ruan's personality during the conversation, and told her grandfather about her deeds, which was very respectful in her words.

After listening to it a few times, Old Man Zhou would occasionally fall into deep thought. Tasting the soft and glutinous rosin-scented dim sum, the heart that thought it was cold and lonely was no longer relaxed, but began to become turbulent.

In the evening, he asked his wife to fry a plate of peanuts, poured a pot of rice wine and drank it alone to the moon, and the old man Zhou looked at Qionghua in the place. The gentle uncle was afraid of the cold night, so he came out to add clothes for his father, and looked at his father's silent appearance, and unconsciously slowed down.

Old Man Zhou sighed lightly, and saw his son standing under the tree and stopped. Cancan Qinghui stretched the thin figure extraordinarily long, and the son's tall figure seemed to be unable to support the green shirt on his body, and the black hair added a bit of gloomy appearance when it was blown.

beckoned his son to come over, Old Man Wen poured a glass of wine in front of him and handed it to his son, took a sip of the cup himself, and asked slowly: "Mrs. Ruan, who Wanwan said during the day, do you think she is a character?"

After years of poverty, although the gentle uncle was tall, he was thin and thin. There was some elegance in his eyes, and an elegant bookish air came to his face.

In the face of his father's inquiry, he replied respectfully and politely: "My son doesn't recognize me, but I just heard Wanwan mention it a few times." Listening to her, she can be regarded as upright and temperamental, but she doesn't dare to judge anything based on a few words. ”

Old Man Zhou seems to have thousands of knots in his heart, and each knot is difficult to untie. He drank the wine from his glass, and then left with his hands folded under the tree. turned to gaze at his son's thin face as clear as water, and stopped talking for a while, before he said, "You let me think about it again."

The night is tossing and turning, and the old things that I thought were like clouds of smoke and clouds have crossed time and space, and once again clearly gathered in my mind.

Old Man Zhou was afraid of alarming his old wife, so he simply quietly got up, stood in front of the window in his clothes, and recalled his incognito career for several generations.

said that it has nothing to do with the Great Zhou Dynasty, but in fact, no generation has ever really let go of the hatred in their hearts. On the contrary, as time goes by, and as the days of poverty become more and more scarce, the hatred in the hearts of each generation is multiplied.

The cruel words left by the last princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty a hundred years ago with hatred have become the shackles of their lineage. It is said that it has nothing to do with the Great Zhou from now on, not so much because I want to get rid of it, but because I can't let go of the heaviest and unbearable lofty and arrogant.

Speaking of which, living is really tangled, and it can be said to be a nest.

The first few generations relied on the treasures left by Her Royal Highness the Princess and her adoptive mother, which could be used as a family, and they could live a stable life without worrying about food and clothing. By the generation of Old Man Zhou, he got the inheritance from his father, and he was already a family with four walls. Except for a few full cabinets of books, there is nothing to satisfy the stomach.

After careful calculation, the most sorry is his daughter, gentle mother, and Zhou Ruosu, who has just become a flat wife in Xiangyuanbo's mansion.

At that time, the family was poor, the children were cold and starving, and the little grandson was waiting to be fed.

I don't want him to be an official in the court, I just want to get a little money. Even if you are only a private school teacher, relying on a few taels of silver, the family can barely make ends meet.

Old Man Zhou gritted his teeth, looked at the empty rice bowl in the kitchen, and refused to let go.

That is, he refused to admit his identity as a descendant of the Great Zhou, and was in the same stream as the Su family, and he disdained to take Xixia's fame and be a subject of a small country.

To put it bluntly, he still uses his identity to make trouble. still feels that he is a superior royal bloodline, and he is unwilling to be wronged to be a citizen of a small country that has risen in these troubled times.

That night was as cold as ice, the grandson's intermittent crying due to hunger came to his ears from time to time, and the old wife's tearful eyes were red, and she couldn't find anything life-saving by rummaging through the boxes and cabinets.

If it weren't for his daughter Zhou Ruosu, who saw that her family was really poor, sold herself into Xiangyuan Bo's mansion, and got back the life-saving silver, Old Man Zhou really couldn't imagine how the family could survive the harsh winter of lack of food and clothing.

sacrificed his daughter, his heart may not be painful, but Old Man Zhou thought more about retaining the nobility of his son's lineage. In the past, he thought it was the right choice, but as time went by, the pain became more and more like a bone, eating away at his growing heart.

When her daughter entered Xiangyuanbo's mansion, the suffering she suffered was unspeakable, and she almost lost her life several times. If it weren't for Wen Wan's connection with King An's Mansion back then, with the strong backing of Mrs. Anguo, the Xiangyuan Bofu that was beautiful on the outside and dirty on the inside, her daughter and grandson would have become a ghost sooner or later.

Old Man Zhou's seemingly strong disguise, years of regret and pain have all fallen apart in the face of a weak woman like Mrs. Ruan.

Mrs. Ruan is now living freely, but she still refuses to exile herself to freedom, and she has to pass on this shackle from generation to generation, causing her children and grandchildren to suffer.

His insistence has already been drilled, and his son is not allowed to participate in Xixia's scientific expedition, but he justifiably spends the filial piety of his daughter and granddaughter. One of them is the wife of Xiangyuan Bofu, and the other is Shangyi in the palace and the future county lord, and all of them are Xixia's Yulu.

's own clear height, should be preceded by a fake word. is still unsettled, vanity is troubled, reading the books of sages in vain, and ignoring etiquette, righteousness and shame.

This night is the transformation of the old man Zhou's rebirth, until the first ray of morning light is revealed in the sky, the orange morning glow is sprinkled in front of the window, and the wrinkled face of the old man Zhou crawls, he is not tired, but shows a relaxed and relieved smile.

The secret guard who secretly protected his family passed the word, and Old Man Zhou said that there were 100,000 urgent matters and that he should meet Xia Yuzhi as soon as possible.

The two sat down in Mr. Zhou's study, and Mr. Zhou spread out a piece of snow-white snow-wave paper, pointed to the inkstone on the case, and motioned to Xia Yuzhi to polish the ink.

Dipping in thick ink, Old Man Zhou sketched the things imprinted in the depths of his mind with his memory, countless brushstrokes were natural and smooth, although this picture had never been drawn, it had already been deeply imprinted in his mind.