From Fang Caiqing's words and deeds, Xu Yuan had already vaguely guessed the identity of this nameless old man, but when he really confirmed it, he was still more or less complicated in his heart.

Among the internal references of the Prime Minister's Mansion, there is almost no record of the nameless old man, but there are many traces of the record of this grandfather.

I don't know if the truth has been tampered with, but the grandfather in the record is an out-and-out tyrant, a tyrant who acts arbitrarily and kills fiercely.

But looking at the cramped and restrained look of the old man in front of him, even with a hint of flattery, it was really difficult for Xu Yuan to associate him with the former tyrant of the Feng family.

After Xu Yuan and Ran Qingmo sat down, Feng Yuanqin was still standing aside, his eyes constantly scanning back and forth in the room, as if he was looking for something to entertain his grandson, but he just looked around and found that the whole room was only those old furniture except for some books for recreation.

The eyes that were covered by snow-colored eyebrows were slightly lowered, but then, Feng Yuanqin still smiled lightly, and his voice was very soft:

"The old man doesn't have anything to entertain you here. Let's just sit down briefly. ”

Hearing this, Xu Yuan silently took out some tea sets from the Sumeru ring and put them on the coffee table in front of him, but they were all mortal things.

The tea is a red robe sencha on the shore of Xilong Lake, which is very fragrant, but it does not contain Lingqi, and the fire for boiling water is also lit with a fire fold, and the whole process does not use a trace of Lingqi.

Just the leakage of some Lingqi made Feng Yuanqin hit a terrifying claw like Fang Cai, if he was given spiritual tea, it might really cause chaos.

Even if his identity was confirmed, Xu Yuan did not let down his guard against this old man.

Staring at Xu Yuan's action of making tea, Feng Yuanqin's eyes hidden in the snow-colored eyebrows unconsciously revealed a touch of reminiscence, and sat down opposite Xu Yuan and the others in silence, and he said softly and leisurely:

"You and Qian'er are really similar."

Xu Yuan's action of fiddling with the tea set paused slightly, and he raised his eyes and glanced at the old man opposite:

"What is very similar?"

Feng Yuanqin said softly:

"The action of making tea, as well as the character, the same careful, the same cautious, when the girl came to see me, she also used a fire fold to light the fire."

Speaking of this, his expression was a little gentle: "However, the tea she makes is much better than your Xilong sencha." ”

Xu Yuanluo is interested:

"Oh? Mother, what kind of tea does she drink here? ”

"The fragrance of the Li family."

"Poor, can't afford it."

“.” Feng Yuanqin.

After a while, the clear spring water in the teapot made a gurgling boiling sound.

Scalding cups and warming pots, throwing tea, scalding and brewing, and dividing cups.

After completing a set of tea art procedures proficiently, Xu Yuan gently put the first cup of steaming fragrant tea in front of Feng Yuanqin with a clip.

The scent of tea lingered in the dimly lit room.

Feng Yuanqin's wrinkles were all over his hand, gently rubbing the wall of the cup, feeling the hot warmth on it, and subconsciously whispered:

"This tea, the heat is a little worse, and the taste and flavor are just right if you cook it for a while, and"

Xu Yuan paused Ran Qingmo's action of adding tea, rolled his eyes, and interrupted:

"You can choose not to drink it."

“.”

Hearing this, Feng Yuanqin immediately smiled wryly, stopped making a sound, and silently picked up the teacup and gently tasted the fragrant taste of the tea.

The small room fell silent for a while, Ran Qingmo kept drinking tea, she didn't know how to taste tea, as soon as she added it, she picked it up and took a sip directly, while Xu Yuan and Feng Yuanqin were chatting while drinking tea.

Most of the time, Feng Yuanqin took the initiative to provoke the topic.

But unfortunately, just like the generation gap between all the elders and juniors in the world, they basically say a word or two and then fall silent in the room, racking their brains to provoke a new topic, and then continue to be silent.

In the conversation, the doubts in Xu Yuan's heart gradually dissipated.

There is no falsification of the record of this grandfather in the Prime Minister's Office.

Although Feng Yuanqin was very cautious when he spoke, for fear of annoying his grandson and making him leave, the condescending words that were occasionally inadvertently revealed also told the old man's past turn and loneliness.

It's contradictory.

A brew of fragrant tea was boiled, and the words were completely silent, Xu Yuan was slowly cleaning the tea set, and the old man opposite looked at his movements, and suddenly whispered:

"Changtian, why don't you make a cup of tea for grandpa to cook?"

"Huh?"

Xu Yuan muttered in a little surprise, and subconsciously raised his eyes to glance at the old man opposite, but saw that the other party's old and cloudy eyes had a trace of unclear expectation.

Seeing this, he was puzzled, but then Xu Yuan sighed silently in his heart.

I thought he was leaving.

So in this way I want him to stay a little longer.

It's clumsy, but it's inexplicably poignant.

Pushing the washed tea set over, Xu Yuan laughed softly: "Of course you can, I remember grandpa, you used to like tea, but do you remember it for decades?" ”

Feng Yuanqin breathed a sigh of relief, stroked his white hair, and said with a confident smile:

"Don't worry, my grandfather was called the tea saint back then, and my mother and her tea art were taught by me, if you are interested"

"Don't, I'm just a vassal of elegance."

"Oh yes."

Feng Yuanqin didn't persuade him again when he heard this, and he had already seen that this grandson's temper was not very good.

Thinking in her heart, Feng Yuanqin took the tea set, and the smile in her heart was gently filled.

This temper is up to him.

Oh, it's good, it's good.

Feng Yuanqin's former name as a tea saint is not in vain.

The same Xilong sencha is brewed with the same spring water, but the fragrant tea made by this grandfather is more than delicious than the one he made.

Even if he didn't understand the art of tea at all, Da Bingtuozi unconsciously snorted lightly after taking a sip.

Seeing the reaction of the two juniors, Feng Yuanqin smiled happily and said in a low voice:

"It seems that my old man's craftsmanship has not regressed, even if Li Huanzhong's old man wants to drink this tea once, it depends on the old man's mood, if Changtianling wants to drink it, come to grandpa, grandpa will make it for you."

Li Huanzhong, the former emperor, Li Yaoxuan's father.

Saying that, Feng Yuanqin added another cup to Xu Yuan, hesitated again and again, and asked softly:

"Changtian, did you come to find your grandfather this time?"

As the former head of the Feng family, even if he has not seen the light of day for decades, his vision of being in a high position for a long time has not changed.

Xu Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said softly:

"Today is the first day of junior high school."

“.”

Hearing this day, Feng Yuanqin's old eyes drooped for a few breaths, and then he whispered softly:

"It's the end of the year again? How many years has it been outside now? ”

"Forty-seven years."

"It's been seventeen years."

Feng Yuanqin's rough fingertips gently wiped the linen gray clothes on his body, looked at Xu Yuan, and asked softly:

"Qian'er, is she okay all these years?"

“.”

Xu Yuan lowered his eyes when he heard this, but did not speak.

Looking at his grandson's silence, Feng Yuanqin seemed to understand something, and raised his hand to press the old face:

"The old man has said a long time ago, these things can't be touched, why do you want to risk the world's condemnation, what a stupid girl."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan said softly:

"You don't hate your mother?"

His mother took his uncle to create this grandfather's rebellion.

"Hate"

Feng Yuanqin unconsciously fiddled with the tea set in front of her, and her voice carried a hint of complexity:

"Of course I hate, I'm sorry for many people in my life, but I'm only worthy of your mother and uncle, and they betrayed me because of an outsider."

Saying that, Feng Yuanqin smiled slightly:

"But after so many years, no matter how deep the hatred is, it has dissipated. Besides, I am to blame for your mother and uncle's actions."

“.”

He said that he was worthy of his children, and he also said that he was to blame.

Listening to these contradictory words, Xu Yuan was a little puzzled in his eyes.

Feng Yuanqin glanced at Xu Yuan opposite, and laughed softly:

"It seems that your father erased that incident from the annals of history, too, this kind of thing itself is not glorious, and it is somewhat bad for the juniors in the family to know it."

Xu Yuan asked softly:

"Can you tell me?"

"I want to hear a story."

Feng Yuanqin's eyes were a little tender, and then he sighed softly: "But there is nothing to tell about this story, simply put, your mother and your maternal uncle took your father to besiege me and put me under house arrest when I broke through the realm of saints, seized the power of the Feng family, and then declared to the public that I was seated because of the rebellion of the saint." ”

More than 30 years ago, he was about to break the saint, no wonder in "Cangyuan", when he met again, this grandfather was able to break the level of breaking 100.

The thought flashed, Xu Yuan gathered his thoughts, looked at the old man opposite, and asked:

"Why?"

Why did his mother and maternal uncle rebel against his grandfather?

Feng Yuanqin didn't answer this question immediately, and rubbed his fingertips lightly on the tea board for a long time before he said softly:

"Do you have any records about me in your prime minister's house?"

“.？”

Xu Yuan didn't understand why this grandfather suddenly said this, but he still said:

"Yes."

"Bad reviews?"

"Turn around and go alone, and kill if you don't like it."

"Heh, your father didn't mean to smear me."

Feng Yuanqin smiled, carefully filled the teacup for Xu Yuan, and said in a low voice:

"The Feng family is a thousand-year-old family, and the various branches in it are intricate, and if you don't handle the Beijing Long family a little, it will be a lesson from the past."

As he spoke, Feng Yuanqin suddenly asked Xu Yuan:

"You should know about the Long family, right? After the death of the head of the family, several heirs of the family fought among themselves, and they were greatly injured by themselves, and finally your father picked peaches.

"In the final analysis, this is actually the old man Long, who was too indecisive in his life, did not gather power, was unwilling to kill, and let his heirs fight.

"My Feng Yuanqin is different from the old man of Long Tianyu, if the thousand-year-old family wants to continue to grow, then it has to be cold-blooded and centralized, and those who are useful will be in power, and those who are in high positions and useless will be killed."

Speaking of this, Feng Yuanqin's hand clenched very tightly, and said softly:

"In order to ensure the top secret of the information, I killed your mother's friends, in order to ensure your uncle's inheritance, I killed your restless brothers-in-law, and in order to ensure the absolute power of the head of the Feng family, I killed your grandmother and collected the relatives of the Feng family.

"These things may not be what your uncle and mother want, but I am indeed paving the way for them, and after I am a hundred years old, they will be able to take over a powerful and powerful Feng family with centralized power.

"It's the fate of the family, and I don't think I've done anything wrong until now.

The old man's body trembled slightly, and his deep voice was hoarse:

"Changtian, under the influence of power, the bloodline is only inherited, and there is no absoluteness in family affection."

“.”

The warm yellow light of the only ever-bright oil lamp in the room shone on the old man's sunken eye sockets, making his eyes hidden in shadows, unable to see really, and the wordless momentum spread across his rickety body.

Xu Yuan lowered his eyes and did not speak.

This grandfather's words are true.

The Xiangfu is a special case, the Feng family and the Long family are the norm of the family, and an acre of land inheritance can make a farmer fight to the death, not to mention that this can interfere with the supreme power of the empire.

"Whoa."

In silence, Feng Yuanqin straightened his robe, and the momentum on Fang Cai's body instantly retracted, and he turned back into Fang Cai's cautious elder, and said with a smile:

"Huh. I've gone a little too far, old man, you don't have to worry too much about it, these are all things of the past.

"After so many years, the old man has long been seen, and the little things that people will try to come to the world will eventually return to dust, and the earth will return to the earth."

Feng Yuanqin lowered his eyes and raised the porcelain cup in front of him, and took a sip:

"So, Changtian, you asked me if I hated your mother, and my grandfather's answer was, of course, no, because she didn't agree with what I did, so I can understand her resistance."

Xu Yuan pondered for a moment and asked softly:

"That mother, she died because of the sect"

Feng Yuanqin's white hair was soaked with tea, and the old man's voice was low and hoarse: "When your mother came to see me, she often told me, an old man, a lot about what she was doing with your father, I admonished her, but she didn't listen, and at that time I told her that the road she chose should be borne by herself."

"So, don't think about letting me go out of the mountains to help her get revenge."

Speaking of which,

Feng Yuanqin smiled lowly and said half-jokingly:

"Old man, I hate your father the most, and your father can't let me, the head of the Feng family, go out."

“.”

Silent.

Xu Yuan looked at the rickety figure of the old man opposite and nodded lightly.

The first decades of paving without being understood, and the following decades of house arrest scrutinized.

The past is empty, the heart is cold, there is no name, no hatred and no love.

"Don't talk about that."

Feng Yuanqin shook his head and asked softly, "Qian'er is gone, is Jiuxuan okay?" ”

Xu Yuan replied:

"Uncle He's very good, the shock of the Black Prison some time ago was cut out when he was fighting a saint."

"Huh, huh?"

Feng Yuanqin had a hint of relief in his eyes: "Except for your father, he has been the best in the generation since he was a child, and now I am afraid that I am not his enemy of the old man." ”

“.”

After the conversation box opened, the grandfather and grandson said a lot of things.

Feng Yuanqin listened quietly to Xu Yuan's narration, listened quietly to him talk about the righteous daughter adopted by Qian'er, listened to him talk about the current strength of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and also listened to tell about the death of Chang'an.

It was as calm as when he heard that his daughter had died, and he didn't say anything.

However, when Xu Yuan talked about the current situation and the layout he wanted to plan, the former master of the Feng family, carefully gave Xu Yuan some suggestions.

In conversation, time passes imperceptibly.

When everything was over, Xu Yuan said goodbye and was getting up to leave, but he didn't want to be stopped by Feng Yuanqin.

In Xu Yuan's slightly puzzled gaze, the old man slowly walked to his grandson's side, and patted his shoulder softly:

"Changtian, if you have time, go to Xifeng Mountain outside the ancestral land of the Feng family to have a look."

(End of chapter)