"Smack!"

The finger-thick wattle slashed down with a rapid wheezing.

The figure kneeling on the ground straightened his back, seeing a little blood oozing from the placket, his brows did not tremble, but he quietly looked at the spiritual positions in front of him.

"Let me quit! Let me quit!"

"The body is not repaired, the family is not in order! You resign!"

"I dotted up and down, my legs were swollen on my knees, my head was purple, and I made a dog over and over again!"

"Just to give you a job, you just quit!

"It's time to break it!"

This man was full of wine, forty-five or sixteen years old, his body was thin and thin, his face was withered, his forehead was full of wrinkles, his eyes were full of anger, the corners of his mouth were sorrowful, he gritted his teeth, and he scolded angrily while waving thorns.

"Smack!"

The voice came from afar, and several delicate maids outside the ancestral hall gate clutched their handkerchiefs tightly, with tears in their eyes, stretched out their buns, and peeked at the crack of the door.

The old man has beaten the son again, the son is good at reading, he is good at martial arts, and he is so handsome, what is wrong with the master? There is a small fight in three days, a big fight in five days, and there is no heavenly reason? If the lady is still here, will he dare?

"Whew, whew"

When he was tired, the man was half-bent over, on his knees, his mouth wide open, and he gasped for a while, and then raised his thorns, and was about to smoke again.

Seeing that the dark red blood stains on the back slowly oozed through the placket of his clothes, his hand trembled, and he raised it a few times, but he didn't pull it down after all.

The man frowned, watching his son just straighten his waist and stare quietly at the spiritual position in front of him, and the wrinkles on his forehead slowly became messy.

The tablets are dark and deep, dark red, depicting names one by one, flashing blood-colored shimmers from time to time in the candlelight, like eyes on the skull, staring coldly at themselves.

Being stared at by the ancestors and panicked, the man threw away the wattle in his hand, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed to the ancestors and ancestors.

disloyal to his ministers,

For the son is not filial,

For the unrighteousness of friends,

As a father, he is powerless.

After kneeling for a long time, he slowly straightened up, purple-headed, looked at his son beside him, was silent for a long time, and asked softly,

"Fusu. ”

"You, aren't you, also blaming your father?"

Qin Fusu, who was covered in scars and had been silent, had a gleam in his eyes and turned to look at his father.

The father who was brilliant and handsome back then now has a vicissitudes of life, the corners of his mouth tremble, his eyes are full of guilt, and he is a little evasive.

Bending his peach blossom eyes and smiling comfortingly, Qin Fusu leaned down and bowed, and said softly,

"The Qin family, one hundred and thirty-seven people, the Li family, eighty-nine people, were all saved by my father. ”

The son has never complained about his father, and the father should no longer feel guilty about the choice he made back then and hurt his body. ”

Qin Fusu, who was kneeling on the ground, heard a whimper beside him, and his eyes gradually became moist.

Before the city of Jinan was broken, his father Qin Songqiao surrendered out of the city, and became a person who has been infamous in the history books for 10,000 years.

Outsiders can still understand that the people in the family have suffered too much, and they gradually resent, sneering, and helplessly, the father can only take his mother and himself to hide in this corner of Jinling, sad and depressed.

The mother has a strong temperament, she is already guilty, and she was ridiculed by the clan, and she couldn't afford to get sick for a long time, and the medicine stone was hopeless, so she left the west, only the father and son, in this empty courtyard, silent.

Getting up and looking at his long-sleeved father who was covering his face and sobbing in a low voice, Qin Fusu waited quietly.

Ten years of depression, a dead knot in his heart, and was broken by his son's words, Qin Songqiao's tears rained down like rain, and he couldn't stop whimpering.

Reading the sage book in vain, reciting the righteous song, when Jinan besieged the city, I also thought about leading the neck into a fast, carving two strokes in the history, and winning a reputation for loyalty.

But looking at the half-grown son, thinking about the more than 200 members of the Qin and Li families, he hesitated for a long time, but at the last moment, he became a villain.

Ashamed of his best friend Tie Xuan, the court was full of white eyes, and his relatives also turned against him, Qin Songqiao felt sour and guilty in his heart, so he could only put the liquor in the cup and live in chaos.

After a long time, wet with tears, Qin Songqiao picked up the hem and wiped his face fiercely.

He was a traitor and a thief, and he was despised, although he was named a six-grade petty official by Emperor Yongle, he drank the cold wind with his back against the gate, and he knew that it would be difficult to advance in his life, so he could only put his expectations on his son.

Looking at the son in front of him, he is handsome, courteous, and has a good martial arts, but it is a pity that he bears the reputation of a traitor, and he always refuses to put down the iron silver spear in his hand, and everyone avoids it.

Literati Qingliu don't think about it, you can write to death with your pen, and you can only join the army.

finally took care of the up and down, and the waist was about to break, so I got a little errand for him, hoping that he would walk up step by step in the army in the future.

It's only been less than a month, and I woke up today, and I saw him just lying on the bed in a daze, and asked curiously, but I didn't expect that there was only a light sentence about my official resignation.

Self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, and leveling the world.

Qin Songqiao sighed, seeing that his son had no intention of becoming an official, he would definitely not be able to govern the country in the future, and the world was even more out of reach, and it was useless to cultivate this body, so he could only start from the Qi family.

"Can you tell my father what he will do after resigning from his official position?"

Bowing his head, Qin Fusu said softly,

"My son wants to go out and see the great rivers and mountains. ”

Yes, before the Qi family opened their mouths, they were about to run, and there was a burst of boredom in their chests, looking at the corners of their son's mouth on the other side, Qin Songqiao couldn't bear it and didn't pull down his face,

"We still have some savings in our family, so you can live a lifetime. You're twenty-five, aren't you?"

"Yes, twenty-five. ”

There was silence in the ancestral hall, a cool breeze blew outside the door, and he almost jumped up angrily by pretending to be a stupid son, Qin Songqiao was patient and looked at Qin Fusu,

"To be a father is to say, isn't it, to start a family first?"

Qin Fusu's eyes narrowed, looking at the ground in silence, Qin Songqiao gritted his teeth and said softly,

"It's been ten years, don't wait. ”

The son never pretends to women, and Qin Songqiao clearly understands in his heart that it is because of the silver spear.

Back then, his wife took the purple jade pendant handed down by the ancestors of the Qin family as a dowry and put it in the palm of the little girl's hand. Tie Xuan also returned the snow thrush from his ancestral twin spears and handed it to his son with his own hands.

The son ran to the iron mansion in three days, saying that he was looking at his little daughter-in-law, and at that time the two had no guesses, childhood sweethearts, and they were a pair of fairy couples.

However, the world has changed greatly, but Tie Xuan Gong is ashamed of himself with iron bones.

The city of Jinan is broken, the sea of fire is monstrous, and the little girl has no news for ten years, and most of them have died.

The son is easy-going on the surface, but he is heavy-minded, and he has a fixed mind, and he never says anything, and ten cows can't pull it back if he can recognize it.

Seeing that one marriage after another was pushed, I knelt in this ancestral hall I don't know how many times, but I knelt quietly, letting the thorns add to my body, only a calm face.

For the first time in ten years, the father and son talked and tried to appease each other, but the son untied the knot in his heart, and as a father, he could only endure the pain and pull away the thorn in his chest.

"Don't wait, it's been ten years. ”

"My father is ashamed of the Tie family, and every time I see Miss Shuang, I hide from afar, and I don't dare to raise my head. ”

"When my father arrives below, I will go and make amends to your Uncle Tie, and you will be beaten and punished. ”

"But you are still young, and you still have a great future, listen to your father. ”

"Don't wait. ”

Qin Fusu straightened his face, looked at his father, who was also sitting quite nervously on the other side, and returned respectfully,

"Don't wait. ”

"Really?"

"Really. ”

Under the great joy, Qin Songqiao was overjoyed, jumped up, rubbed his fingers and began to calculate,

"The daughter of the Wang family is good, the Li family is also good, the one of the Zhou family is said to be knowledgeable and gentle, tomorrow my father will go to find the best matchmaker, give more gift money, and definitely marry you a good wife." ”

Qin Fusu, who was kneeling on the ground, sighed, looked at his father who was in a hurry, and shouted softly,

"Father. ”

"What, you want to repent?

"No, it hurts. ”

Qin Songqiao, who was blowing his beard and glaring, suddenly looked ashamed, detoured behind Qin Fusu, looked at the entire back was blood-red, and said guiltily,

"It's hard for your father, and it's wrong for your father, so I'll give you gold sore medicine. ”

Qin Fusu shook his head,

"The father is too heavy this time, and the gold sore medicine is not good, so the child has to go to the pharmacy in the south of the city to find the master to apply the plaster, otherwise it will hurt the muscles and bones. ”

The son had to teach the Yang family pear flower gun formation in his early years, with strong martial arts, proficient in internal and external injuries, Qin Songqiao felt guilty for a while, and was worried, this is going to be a family, it is not okay to hurt the muscles and bones, and he has to call someone to hire a sedan chair in a hurry.

"Father, there is no need for this, the child is still physically supportive, and he can ride a horse and walk slowly. ”

After that, Qin Fusu bowed respectfully to his father, got up and walked out, leaving Qin Songqiao in the ancestral hall and sighing.

At the back door of the courtyard, Qin Fusu walked out with a silver gun and a white horse, turned out of the alley, turned around and looked at the Qin family's house, smiled softly, hung up the snow thrush, and turned over on the horse.

The white horse jogged, all the way out of the south Jubao Gate, turned around to look at the inner city wall of Jinling, laughed, and looked at the far southwest.

But he said that half a month ago, when he listened to a group of people chatting on the Xianhe Gate, somehow, he talked about the marks on his body, and everyone said that it was in his hair and on his buttocks, only Qin Fusu was stunned and silent.

He knew a girl in Jinan Mansion, named Tie Ningmei, who was his fiancée, and she had a red mark on the back of her left hand and a red mark on her right, like one.

"Let me tell you one, when I was drinking in Kunming City a few years ago, I met a masked woman, that figure, tsk"

"Just her hand, as white as a green onion, hehe, there is a mark on the back of her left hand, red, like a peacock. ”

The voice of the ruffian who had just been transferred back to Jinling from Yunnan came from the voice of the ruffian beside him, and he did not hesitate to hear the thunder of the Nine Heavens, Qin Fusu grabbed his neck and asked, but only got a trace of news.

Dressed in black, masked, with a scent on his body, he should be very young.

This is enough, from then on, Qin Fusu began to calculate, secretly resign from his official position, and it is okay to run away if he can't do it.

Unexpectedly, the top boss Cheng Kaishan suddenly died on the crane gate, hesitated for a long time, and did not disclose the news to the girl's sister.

Yesterday, I went to ask the new general of Xianhemen to resign, but I didn't expect a smooth abnormality, and I was directly driven home for dereliction of duty.

was whipped, untied the knot in my father's heart for many years, and slipped out openly by the way, haha, everything is in place, but it is thousands of miles away.

"Don't wait, I'll go to you. ”

"Drive. ”

The white horse and silver spear, facing the brilliant red sun, like a phoenix and sunset, rushed towards the south clouds.

Part 1 - Flowers, Birds, Fish and Insects, End.

Please see the second part of "The Record of Misfortune - The Past of Yongle" - Jackals, Tigers and Leopards.