Family Has a Concubine

Since that fall, King Liang has recuperated in his own palace instead of going to school. This break lasted for a full month.

Emperor Zhengxuan went to see King Liang in Mushou Palace. King Liang sat at the round table, looked out of the window with his chin on his hands and said, I don't know why, but I can't even read books now.

Emperor Zhengxuan was startled, and then sighed slightly: Zheng'er is smart, and he learned the subjects ahead of time. At that time, I was afraid that you would overwhelm the young. Now that you are free and rich, it is also good. Take care of it at home and play the piano when you have time. , draw a picture.

Yes. Liang Wang stared out of the window and said casually.

Under the tree in the courtyard outside, a small pink figure was squatting there with her head down, and she saw two bags on her head. She is holding a twig and is drawing something.

Your Majesty. At this moment, Cai Jie walked in with a pale face, A letter from Yingcheng.

The smile on Emperor Zhengxuan's face gradually faded away, and he said to King Liang: Zheng'er takes a good rest, I'm leaving first.

After speaking, he hurriedly left.

King Liang looked at the direction where Emperor Zhengxuan left, his eyes lowered.

Recently, Xilu wants to invade Yingcheng aggressively, and soon, the Chu family will be defeated.

Sure enough, in less than three months, Yingcheng fell due to Uncle Chu's consecutive wrong decisions, and the hard-blooded heroes of the Chu family and a hundred thousand soldiers were buried in Yingcheng. Only Chu Zheng and Chu Feiyang came back alive.

Fortunately, Kang Wang came to the rescue in time, the Feng family suddenly emerged, and the remaining Chu family's army paved the way with their lives, so Yingcheng could be defended.

The old master of the Chu family sold off 80% of the Chu family's property to pay for the soldiers who died in battle.

The Chu family tree fell and the monkeys scattered, and the side branches living in the Chu family left one after another. There was a depression for a while.

Because of the battle of Yingcheng, both Yingcheng and Beijing felt a little lonely.

September 9, Double Ninth Festival.

An old pony carriage slowly came out of the city gate, walked on the path, and finally stopped on a piece of withered yellow grass.

An eight or nine-year-old boy got off the shaft.

She was dressed in a pale blue dress, but it was difficult to hide the boy's bright and youthful face.

This person is Chu Yunpan, the most humble son of the Chu family.

Today is the ninth day of September, the Double Ninth Festival.

Chu Yunpan came to offer incense to his aunt according to the habit of previous years.

Generally speaking, the concubine is also the master, while the concubine is the servant.

The master generally doesn't pay homage to his aunt.

But Qin, the mistress of the Chu family, said forgivingly: Even though she is an aunt, she still gave birth to you. She passed away not long after you were born. It's really pitiful. I'm also kind. Both Yuan and Chongyang are going to pay respects.

Chu Yunpan's heart was extremely peaceful.

As a concubine in the family, and his aunt died early, and he was born in a brothel, he knew that he was even lower than ordinary concubines.

He didn't know what he could do with his life.

In the past, he yearned to be a great general, always thinking that as long as he grew up, he would be able to go to Yingcheng, and then gallop on the battlefield with his elders. But the family was in ruins, and there was no chance to go there. Father even made him study all day long, saying that no one was allowed to go there.

His family was in decline, and he was even more contemptible in the Chu family, and anyone could trample on him at will.

He learns to be patient and keep quiet, because only in this way, others will not find pleasure in bullying him.

Qin's asking him to worship Aunt Yun was also deliberately mentioning his background to humiliate him.

But he has long been used to it, and even if it is bullying, he only feels a little warmth when he worships her.

The nine-year-old frail boy walked towards the grave with a basket in his hand, but was taken aback by the distance.

I saw a purple figure, kneeling in front of the grave, with his back to him.