Brother Donggong

In this world, the power of the patriarchal clan is as great as the sky.

This thing can be seen very clearly from the front of my father's hospital bed.

Wen Zhan is the son of the head of the family. If he pokes there, he can not only scold the queen, imprison the third son Yulan blatantly, but also arrange the order in which my father's wives come to visit him. Wen Zhan can block anyone he doesn't want to see. people, such as Concubine Du Gui.

Because of my mother's unintentional words, that noble concubine Du Gui was humiliated in front of everyone. Since then, the third son and his mother have almost disappeared in the court lady's eating, drinking, playing mahjong, but the rumors about her are still in the public eye. It was passed around wildly among the court ladies and eunuchs.These gossips are like a rooster that messes with flowers everywhere, giving the joy of gossip among the lonely palace ladies and eunuchs in the harem.

Wen Zhan didn't want to see Concubine Du Gui, as if he could never have to see her.

The crown prince doesn't want to see my mother either, unfortunately...

My mother said timidly, "Your Highness, these are His Majesty's favorite snacks."

She held a small basket in her hand, and stood cautiously in front of the dark hall, Lin Ruoqian stood on the tall steps, with a silver needle in his finger, which was inside my mother's basket, probing a steamed bun, a flower roll, Stir a big silver spoon in the soup bowl again.

I leaned against the pillar next to me with my sleeves in my hands and didn't speak.When Lin Ruoqian finished, he nodded towards the inside, and the little eunuch who had been waiting beside him led my mother into the bedroom.

I also followed her, Lin Ruoqian tugged at my sleeve, and said in a low voice, "For a while, whatever the imperial concubine feeds the emperor, you should take a bite first. At this point, be careful. If someone gets a chance, the emperor will All the crimes committed will be laid on the noble concubine."

Actually, I always think, what kind of fairy is my mother?

Others dare not do, or even touch, she is like a strong man reaping the crops, stretching out his arms to scoop it up, and the trouble is like a large bundle of coarse straw being carried by her. Zhu Bajie is still shocking.

My father couldn't speak, but he could open his eyes, and was thin and pressed against the quilt. Only my mother stood beside Muta, holding the meat porridge she made herself, and took a mouthful with a silver spoon. I took a mouthful and ate it. Apart from being bland to the point of inhumanity, there is nothing special about it.In this way, after I tried it, Lin Ruoqian nodded without a trace, and I stepped aside, my mother sat on the edge of the bed, first supported my father's neck, asked him to look up a little, and covered the side with soft satin A soft pillow was placed under his head to make him more comfortable.

Wen Zhan has been sitting by the open window over there, watching the pulse case, without saying a word.

It takes a lot of effort to feed this meat porridge, take a mouthful and spit it out. My mother took a big cloth towel and wiped off the porridge residue on my father's cheeks bit by bit. When the earthy girl gets a rare treasure, she loves and fears it, fearing that she will smash the treasure with her breath.

My father stuck his neck and looked at me. I hurried to the bed. My father's eyes diverged, but I knew that he was looking at me. I saw his eyes blinked, and then he was confused He smiled and said, "Boy, are you here?"

I hurriedly said, "Father, I'm here. What else do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."

He was still laughing, a little relieved, he seemed relieved to see me, his voice was as thin as a gossamer, and I could only barely hear it by stretching my neck: "...Silly boy, draw that tear mole On the face,...you are lucky not to have it, the fortune teller has said that the mole is drawn in the wrong place, the Lord is very evil..."

I raised my hand subconsciously, wiped the place where I had a mole of tears, and looked down, there was nothing on my hand.

I said, "Father, you have misremembered. My son is born with this tear mole, it was not painted on."

"...Silly boy..."

My father coughed twice, and my mother kicked my ass, "Chengzi, you will admit everything your father says."

"No...but, I..."

My mother didn't talk to me anymore, and she quickly brought a golden bowl from the side, filled with clear water, for my father to drink, but my father waved his hand, but he refused to drink.

"...Silly boy, wipe off that tear mole,...otherwise...otherwise..."

"otherwise,……"

"...you won't,...you die so badly..."

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I straightened up.

My mother waited on my father to drink porridge without changing expression, Wen Zhan was still watching the pulse rate by the open window, Lin Ruoqian was accompanying him.

They are too far away to hear.

Me, "Mother..."

My mother smiled at me, "Listen to what your father says, he is sick, don't go against him."

I suppressed my voice and asked, "Mom, is it because I look like my father's old man, that person died many years ago, and my father admitted his fault."

But my mother said, "Don't think about it, who can you look like? You look like me."

People say I look like my mother, but I know that I don't look very much like my mother.

I suddenly remembered that Old Cui was still being imprisoned in the prison, so I quickly stood up and said to my mother, "Mom, I have something else to do, so here I am..."

She didn't even look at me anymore, she just nodded, "You go, it's important."

Hearing what she said, I rubbed my eyes involuntarily, looked at her carefully, and then suddenly realized that I was doing something stupid. The ordinary woman in front of me was my mother, and it had never changed from the beginning to the present.

Dazheng Palace changed into elbow and armpit.

On the Wufeng Building, the inner walls of the main gate are heavily fortified, and the Imperial Forest Army has heavy armor and swords, just like the rows of wooden sculptures and clay sculptures standing in the temple or on the side of the tomb of the king.

But outside the main gate, there are two worlds.

Across the two heavy gates, the bustling outside the main gate seemed to have moved the overpass.A group of civil servants piled up together can catch up with hundreds of ducks croaking.Dressed in various court uniforms, the colorful officials approached the gate of the Dazheng Palace with a white-haired old man and his son leaning on a tall wooden cane.

This is the duo of the Du family.

The black glazed tiles on the eaves of the palace gate soared into the sky, flashing bright cold light.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound, and the green dragon-like iron chain slowly slid, and then, the huge palace gate was slowly pushed open by more than thirty strong men. It felt like a hole opened in the sky.The gate of the palace is so big that ordinary people can't imagine it.Compared with it, a tall and strong man is like a grass looking up at a towering tree that has been around for hundreds of years.

In the middle of the main entrance stood a young man.

Very young, not yet the age of the weak crown.

It's Wen Zhan.

His thin and strong body is wrapped in a black silk dragon robe, embroidered with gorgeous dragons and auspicious clouds, just like the reflection of the gorgeous scene in the night sky in the world.

But people saw an extremely terrifying aura in him, just like a motionless Mount Tai, or a huge wave like an overwhelming mountain, making all those who looked directly at him breathless.

Yet he was composed.

He even had a faint smile, like the warmest wind in March with fireworks.

The officials in colorful court uniforms looked at each other, they struggled for a long time, but still could not escape, their knees began to tremble and become weak, finally, they compromised, and all knelt outside the main gate, with that kind of deep Submitting in the flesh and blood, doing the most standard kneeling.

Leaning on the crutch that was as old as him, Du Yan also knelt down slowly with the support of his son Du Yuanze. The heavy rain washed away the main entrance, like a mirror, shining on these colorful people .

Wen Zhan waited for Du Hao to kneel down completely, and then he stepped forward and said with a smile, "Mr. Du Ge, please stand up. You are the minister of the current dynasty, the minister of the Zhu Kingdom that the father relies on most, and you are also an old man. Longevity people don't need to kneel here like them. Lu Zhi, take a seat for the old man."

Not far away was Lu Zhi who had been standing there for a long time. Hearing Wen Zhan's order, he quickly took a wooden chair from there and moved it over. I stopped him and put the wooden chair beside Wen Zhan.

Du Huan's eyebrows and beard were completely white. He was supported tremblingly, and moved to the edge of the wooden chair, but he did not sit down.Du Yu was from Kunshan, Jiangnan, but he had a tall stature rarely seen in southerners. He was broad and burly, but thin and torn.

I knew that Du Hu would not sit down in front of Wen Zhan.

Because he was short when he sat down, he was going to talk to Wen Zhan with his neck up. It felt like he was facing my father, the first emperor, the first assistant Pei Dongyue, and all the people who oppressed him. .These people prevented him from touching the most mysterious, dangerous, alluring, and supreme power in the world. Perhaps, he hated them.