The strongest collapse system

Chapter 663 Reason
Daqian 60 years, autumn.

To the southeast of Yujing City, the capital of the Dagan Dynasty, is Wuwenhou Mansion, covering an area of ​​[-] mu, with an open terrain. A pair of red lacquered stone unicorns with a height of three people at the entrance is amazing.

"Heaven sees what the people see, and hears what the people hear..."

The sound of reading came from the remote courtyard in the northwest corner of Wu Wenhou's mansion.

The person who was studying was named Hong Yi, wearing a blue shirt, with delicate features, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slightly thin body.

The inside of the room is very simple, the brazier is made of iron, and the charcoal is also ordinary charcoal, which has a strong smell of smoke and some harmful gases. The boy has to open the window every once in a while to let out the smell.

He was in the Marquis of Wuwen's mansion, and he didn't use exquisite copper tripods, copper basins and fine charcoal for heating. When he was studying, he didn't have a book boy or maid to serve him, which showed that this young man's status in the Marquis' mansion was not high.

But if he has time to read, it can be seen that he is not an ordinary servant.

Hong Yi is the bastard son of Grand Master Hong Xuanji, the son of a concubine.

The status of a concubine is very low. When eating, she cannot go to the main table, and she has to wait on the side. She is just a maid.

Some wealthy nobles and scholar-bureaucrats even gave concubines to each other for fun.In the eyes of the host family, the concubine is not a person, but a gift, a commodity.

And the status of the heirs born of such an "item" in the mansion can be imagined.

He is not considered a young master, strictly speaking, he is just a slave and a commodity.

What a servant indeed!

Before the age of seven, he lived with his mother, and after his mother died of illness, he lived with the servants and worked in the house.

It wasn't until last year that he passed the scholar examination and became a blockbuster, that he had his own independent small courtyard.

"Snoring...snoring..." There was a sudden snoring sound from a corner of the room.

Hong Yi frowned and looked over.

In the corner, there was a floor bunk, on which lay a burly man in his 30s with an ordinary face. He was sleeping with his eyes closed and snoring loudly.

"Wake up!" Hong Yi finally couldn't bear it any longer, and stepped forward to push the big man, "The plan of the day is in the morning, Uncle Wang, get up and work!"

The middle-aged man opened his hazy eyes, glanced at Hong Yi, then looked at the sky outside the window, muttered something, turned over, and fell asleep again.

"It's still early, sleep for another half an hour."

Hong Yi looked at this man with a helpless expression.

This big guy is Hong Yi's... teacher.

"I don't know what my father likes about you, so that he can always tolerate you cheating and cheating in the house!" Hong Yi sighed.

Uncle Wang's original name was Wang Fan.

One day 17 years ago, Wang Fan entered the Hong Mansion, and Mao proposed to be the teacher of the young masters of the Hong Mansion, teaching them martial arts, but was rejected by Hong Xuanji.

If you think about it, you will know that Hong Xuanji is a master of martial arts, so there is no need for others to teach his son.After being rejected, Wang Fan originally wanted to leave, but the newlywed Mrs. Rong suddenly persuaded her husband to keep Wang Fan.

In the second year, Mrs. Rong gave birth to a son, who was named Hong Gui by Hong Xuanji.In the same year, Hong Yi was also born.

After Hong Gui and Hong Yi grew up, Wang Fan taught them martial arts.But soon, everyone discovered that Wang Fan's martial arts were really mediocre. After teaching for more than half a year, Hong Gui and Hong Yi couldn't even perform a complete set of boxing techniques.

After Hong Xuanji tested his two sons' martial arts, he was furious and almost expelled Wang Fan on the spot.

Fortunately, Madam Rong persuaded her.Wang Fan was fined half a year's wages and continued to teach Hong Yi.Hong Gui was taken away by Hong Xuanji and taught by himself.

The reason for this distinction is simple, the two sons have different identities.

Mrs. Rong is Hong Xuanji's wife, and Hong Gui, as Mrs. Rong's son, is the legitimate son.

Hong Yi is just a bastard!
"Whether you can rectify the name of the dead mother will depend on the next year's Qiuwei and the next year's meeting. First, you will be admitted to the Juren, and then you will be awarded the tribute, the title of the gold list, and the official promotion. Wait until you reach the first rank and second rank officials. Please ask the imperial court to make my mother his wife, so that my mother's grave can be moved into the Hong family's ancestral grave, and the spirit can also be enshrined in the Hong family's ancestral hall."

Hong Yi opened a book and read for a while, thinking of his mother who died when he was seven years old, hatred flashed in his eyes.

His mother is a well-known talented woman in Yujing City. She is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Unfortunately, she is a brothel woman.

Although she is a performer and not a person, she is still of "low status". After marrying Hong Xuanji, her status is extremely low, she is just a concubine.When Hong Yi was seven years old, the Mid-Autumn Festival Moon Appreciation Conference in the Hong Mansion was full of people. When his father Hong Xuanji recited poems against the guests, his mother reconciled with him, and was reprimanded by his wife, Mrs. Zhao: "Behave frivolously and don't obey women's morals." , the habit of the brothel will not change."

After going back that night, Hong Yi's mother was so angry that her blood stagnated, she fell ill in bed, and died two months later.

She was pissed to death, and she was only 25 years old when she died.

After death, he was unable to enter the ancestral graves of the Hong family and could only be buried alone on a barren mountain. Even his spiritual tablet could not enter the ancestral hall and enjoy worship.

Because of this, Hong Yi hated Mrs. Zhao deeply, and from then on, he decided to earn status for his late mother.

At Uncle Wang's suggestion, he began to study hard and seek fame.

Hong Yi read for a while, and the sky was bright.

"Snoring..."

The snoring continued.

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, you always brag that you are a martial arts master. I heard that martial arts masters practice three nines in winter and three days in summer. Why do you always go to bed early and get up late, being lazy all day long?" Hong Yi finally endured it. Unable to hold on, he stepped forward and pushed the middle-aged man's body again. After pushing for a moment, he finally shook him awake.

"What do you know? You don't have to study hard to become a master of martial arts. Look at the old cows in the fields, no matter how hard they work, can they become martial arts masters?"

Wang Fan straightened up like a carp and stood up from the floor.

"Uncle Wang, you didn't say that in the past..." Hong Yi said helplessly, "...you said the words 'proficiency in work is more than industriousness' to persuade me to study hard, but why did you say the same thing yourself? Do a set?"

"Don't pay attention to these details, Ah Yi, keep studying hard!" Wang Fan said with a sneer.

Hong Yi shook his head helplessly and followed him.

He didn't have any hope for this Uncle Wang. Ever since he could remember, this Uncle Wang had always looked like this, and it hadn't changed for many years.Hong Yi woke him up just to stop the snoring and to study quietly.

Now that the goal is achieved, Hong Yi doesn't care about Wang Fan.

Seeing Hong Yi's hard work, Wang Fan couldn't help but feel a little emotional: "Meng Bingyun gave birth to a good son, but unfortunately she is not a good mother. As a supreme saint, she has to enter the brothel to practice. Given Hong Yi's background, it's like cheating his son without discussing it."

Of course, this is no wonder for Meng Bingyun. This is the tradition of the Supreme Dao, and the saints of all generations have to enter the brothel to practice in order to reach the realm of the Supreme Supreme.

To be fair, this sect...

It's crazy!
(End of this chapter)