Ji Duoyou sat down indignantly, picked up his wine jug and poured a big sip, wiped the corners of his mouth fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "He is not my father, I don't have a father." ”

"Ziliang, be angry, it's not good to talk nonsense." Zhao Bohu persuaded in a low voice.

"Zimu, I know, you have always felt that our father-son relationship is cold, and you have heard some rumors. But he has never alienated me, nor has he asked about my life experience, you are a gentleman, I respect you. Ji Duoyou poured another bottle of wine and held it in front of Zhao Bohu, who didn't frown and drank it all.

"Okay, Zimu, if you don't dislike me, I will recognize you as a friend. Let's talk openly tonight, and if you have anything to say, I will never hide it. Ji Duoyou took another big sip of himself, quite drunk: "Tomorrow I will go back to Chaoge to visit my mother, I don't know when we will see each other again." He slapped his palm on his heart, stared straight at Zhao Bohu and said, "I'm panicked in my heart, and only Zimu can listen to me." ”

These words were sentimental, and Zhao Bohu was also infinitely parting in his heart, along the way, Ji Duoyou gaged, and he smiled the most heartily in the group, but he didn't expect that he also had his own pain in his heart. He patted Ji Duoyou's shoulder again: "A good brother is to share hardships, if you have anything to say to me, it won't help you, it's better to say it than to be stuffy in your heart alone." ”

"Good!" Ji Duoyou was encouraged, took another big sip of wine, seemed to be gathering courage, and pursed his lips twice and said, "Actually, whether he is my father or not, I really don't know." ”

He raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Bohu with a weak heart, and the eyes that his eyes touched were as clear as a stream, as clear as the moon in the mountains, without a trace of dust, but there was no surprise or disdain. He lowered his head, did not dare to look at the pair of eyes again, and continued:

"My mother is the daughter of a tribal chief in Shanjung, and in a battle of the Patriotic Army, she was donated by the tribe to the Weihou due to defeat, just like the girl of Ejiao, she is a 'tribute girl'."

"No wonder you sympathize with Eyao so much, you think of your aunt." Zhao Bohu interjected.

Ji Duoyou looked at the candle flame on the table, his eyes were crystal clear and warm, as if he was thinking about something a long time ago:

"My mother was very beautiful, and soon after entering the palace, she was pampered, and attracted countless envy. It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and not long after, there were rumors in the Wei Palace, saying that she had a personal affair with Wei Shizi. When the old Weihou found out, he was furious, and he didn't listen to her arguments, he wanted to give her suicide, but he was afraid that the rumors would damage the reputation of the prince, so he thought of another way to deal with her. At that time, my father ------"

He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Let's call it that!" He was an ordinary palace guard in the palace, and the old guard gave him my mother as his wife at a glance. This is a common thing, and it is not uncommon for the prince to give the palace maids and concubines around him to the people around him. In addition, although his father has a knighthood in his ancestors and belongs to the Weihou Office, he is a concubine and has to earn his own fame. Therefore, there is no particular attention to marrying a wife. It's just that after all, he has been in the palace for a long time, and he has heard those rumors, so naturally he is not much better for my mother. ”

Zhao Bohu poured himself a cup of wine, drank it with Ji Duoyou, and sighed: "Women are born in this world, and they are often involuntary. Who to marry is not autonomous, and after marriage, he is not allowed to be self-dictated, and this is the case with my aunt. Come to think of it, the happiest day in Ling Ci's life is the time in the Shanjung tribe! ”

Hearing this, Ji Duoyou's eyes lit up: "Zimu, you're right. My mother often told me about her life outside the Seychelles, the hairpins, the campfires, the grasslands, the herding horses------ and I was fascinated by it. His eyes darkened: "She also said that after death, she asked me to send her back to the grassland, to return to the fragrant soil of her homeland." ”

He craned his neck, drank the remaining wine in the pot, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "My mother gave birth to me after only eight months of marrying my father. Everyone was suspicious, and he was no exception. I remember when I was just sensible, I wanted to go out of the house to play with my friends, but when they saw me, they hid away and scolded me for being a mongrel. I remember that my father was not usually in my mother's room, but every time he came, he would beat her up, and then pull her by the collar and ask me whose son I was. Is it the old Wei Hou or Wei Shizi? ”

He was choked up, and Zhao Bohu also felt that his chest was clogged, and he couldn't think of any other way to comfort the resentment in his heart except to pat Ji Duoyou's shoulder. Ji Duoyou's expression was confused, and the candle flame on the table gathered into two small points of light in his eyes.

"When I was older, I once asked my mother why everyone called me a mongrel and ignored me. Whose son am I? At that time, the shock and despair in my mother's eyes now make my heart palpitate, I am really unfilial. He slapped the table: "I turned around and left, and my mother immediately committed suicide by hanging herself." If Uncle Guan hadn't found out early, he wouldn't have been saved at that time. ”

Speaking of this, he grabbed his hair violently and punched: "What a bastard I'm in! stabbed her mother in the heart, she was given as a playboy in her life, ostracized, abused by her husband, and even her own son doubted her like this? I really don't deserve to be a human being. ”

"Ziliang -------" Zhao Bohu didn't know what to say, except for companionship, he couldn't do anything.

"I remember all my life when I knelt in front of my mother's couch and knocked on my forehead and begged her not to seek death again, and to give me a chance to honor her in the future. My mother was in tears, so she only said to me, 'You'er, if you want others to look up to you, you have to have the ability!' Since then, I have practiced martial arts desperately, and as soon as I heard that there was a famous teacher in the country, I immediately came to ask for advice. For the sake of my studies, my mother sold her jewelry and dowry little by little.

The world is unpredictable, my father later went to the Shanrong tribe with the army, and made meritorious contributions one after another, and even had the title of fief. Once I got my will, I regarded my mother and son as a thorn in the flesh. He took several concubines in succession and gave birth to several sons. Although I am the eldest son, who will treat me as a suitable son in the house? ”

"In that case, why didn't General Ji Zheng reconcile with your mother, or even divorce his wife? With Ziliang's ability, you will definitely be able to break out of the world by yourself, isn't it better than sending people under the fence? Zhao Bohu asked.

"Zimu, thank you for looking up to me so much." Ji Duoyou was very moved: "No matter how poor my mother is, it is also the marriage of the old marquis, and he is still in power, how dare my father divorce his wife?" Wouldn't that take Wei Hou out of his eyes? I thought," a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "He wished that my mother was dead, and that he would marry another wife and have another son-in-law." It's better if even I die. Do you think he took me out with good intentions? This time, I came out of the 'Eight Gates Golden Lock Array', and the most disappointed person was probably him. ”