Your Majesty, I am not worthy

Unidentified,? Unknown origin.

He suddenly appeared in the temple, like the bud tip of Bodhi Spring, which grows green leaves in the blink of an eye; and like a wandering soul in Haojing, who can't find where he came from, and can't settle his future. Returning home will only gradually dissipate one's residual heat in the year after year of wind and snow in the capital.

Rong Mu never imagined that someone was looking forward to his birth with such eagerness.

Now hearing General Hua’s explanation-like words, the feeling in my heart is that the sleeper who just woke up is still tired, thinking that he can only see the dark and cold night,? Seeing the shadow of the moon swaying outside, the long filaments of light can dispel all the gloom of the nightmare.

Hua Zheng originally thought that Rong Mu would feel happier seeing this, but he didn't want Rong Mu's face to be filled with unspeakable bitterness.

He has been a veteran for so many years, and he is good at wielding knives and guns, but his ability to ponder people's hearts is a little weaker.

But even so, Hua Zheng could see that something was wrong with Rong Mu at the moment.

Was it because he was too eager, or was it that Rong Mu really didn't want to recognize him as his father?

Bitterness turned into style, caressing Hua Zheng's ferocious face.

"Why don't we take a look inside?"

"it is good."

After all, Hua Zheng took Rong Mu away from some dense bamboo bushes.

After that, it was the wooden horse under the tree that caught Rong Mu's attention. Maybe it was old, and the wooden horse was a little yellow.

But still flexible.

Hua Zheng walked over, seeing Rong Mu staring at the wooden horse, he stretched out his hand and pressed down on the wooden horse's head: "I carved this myself, your mother thought the original color of the wood was not good, and painted it A layer of white pulp,? Unfortunately, after the wind and sun, the white pulp fell off completely, and it was stained with the current grass green."

After raising his hand again, Hua Zheng's palm was covered with a layer of gray and white grass color.

"It's a pity,? You don't need it now." Hua Zheng clapped his hands, trying to wipe off the stains on his palms, but it was in vain.

Even though Hua Zheng said so, Rong Mu still liked her tightly.

It was like falling back from a high ground, and Rong Muyuan's originally cold heart lake was comforted by the warm wind and became calmer.

He couldn't remember his childhood memories firmly. When he went down the mountain with the mage, he caught wind and cold when he returned, and he had a fever at night, so that he burned and lost many of his previous memories.

But Rong Mu is certain that if he grew up in Qingquan Temple, he would probably never have the chance to come across something like a small wooden horse.

Unable to imitate General Hua's movements, Rong Mu put his hands on the wooden head of the wooden horse, exerted light force, and the horse's head swung with its body in a "da da" manner.

Simple pleasures rise from the heart.

Only then did Rong Mu smile.

Hua Zheng could finally breathe a sigh of relief: "Come in now, the house is really what your mother left for you."

"Anymore?"

"of course."

Rong Mu didn't move forward.

Rong Mu vaguely seemed to realize that once he stepped into this door, there might be some great event waiting for him.

Seeing that Rong Mu was motionless behind him, Hua Zheng asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Looking at the encouraging eyes of General Hua, Rong Mu nodded, and nodded slowly: "It's okay, here we come."

With that said, Rong Mu followed Hua Zheng's pace in two or three steps.

The whole back room is quite different from Rong Mu's expectation. Although the ornaments look extremely expensive, they are also arranged very casually. The books on the generous table are stacked in disorder. It's all over the place.

Rong Mu withdrew his gaze from afar, and looked closer. On the table closest to him, there were three or five paintings and calligraphy rolled up indiscriminately, with incomprehensible dead buttons on them; .

"all these are?"

Hua Zheng was a little proud: "Your mother and I saved them all. The calligraphy and paintings were collected by your mother, and those weapons were obtained by me."

What he didn't say was that in the past few decades, he would come here to tidy up when he had the time, and every time he got new good things, over time, the house was piled up like this.

"Look, if you still like it, everything in the entire Hua family will be yours from now on." The entire Hua family...

It's all his, but what about Hua Huaiyin?

Perhaps Mrs. Hua silently left a copy for Hua Huaiyin.

Rong Mu caressed the paintings on the table with his fingertips, and one of them was a bit too old.

Seeing that Rong Mu was curious about the portrait, Hua Zheng tightened his hands involuntarily: "Cough... this is the portrait I took to Northern Xinjiang."

As he said that, Hua Zheng took out a dagger from nowhere, which was somewhat similar to the dagger he gave to Rong Mu before.

Using a short blade to untie the knots on the portraits, Hua Zheng unfolded the scrolls as if offering a treasure: "Do you want to take a look?"

Rong Mu leaned closer and took a closer look. It was a picture of a young woman's daily life, and the sign on it was quite a long time ago.

It's been so long that Rong Mu hasn't come to this world yet.

"This is a portrait of your mother. When I first saw this portrait, I knew that your mother was the woman I loved all my life. Look, is your mother the most beautiful woman in Haojing?"

The woman in the portrait looks young, with a cloudy bun and misty haircut, red lips and bright teeth, sitting by the small window, as if expressing her deep feelings alone.

It can indeed be called a beauty.

So Rong Mu nodded.

The corner of Hua Zheng's mouth couldn't help a smile, and with tenderness, Hua Zheng untied the next picture.

It was actually a scene of Rong Mu wearing a red robe, riding a horse and traveling around Haojing, and the date of signing of the painting also confirmed that it was indeed that day.

"This is the picture of you Sanyuan Jidi, Yuma, when you were on Haojing Long Street. I brought a painter on purpose that day, just to describe your appearance."

"The old general...has a heart."

"...Do you still call me the old general? There are still many such paintings. I have been secretly kept by others these years. If you don't grow up by my side, you should have something to think about."

Rong Mu understood what the old general meant, but he couldn't hold back for a while.

Hua Zheng didn't want to force him either, so he carefully took the extra red string on the shelf, and rewound the scroll with his rough hands without any sign of unfamiliarity, using extra force, as if he had used a little more force, and he would Disturb the person in the painting.

"Okay, let me tell you about why I didn't bring you back to the General's Mansion to raise you after all these years..."

……

It took Rong Mu a full three hours to visit the General's Mansion in Zhenbei this time, and even the lunch meals were used in the General's Mansion.

After staying for a long time, Rong Mu got a lot more news from Hua Zheng than before.

General Hua laid out the past in front of Rong Mu in detail, so that Rong Mu could finally completely fill in the blank in his mind.

It's just that after hearing it, the shock was replaced by a more exciting shock, and Rong Mu's whole body seemed to be hit hard by the spring thunder.

Hua Huaiyin is his half-brother, and even Chu Yuheng's half-brother.

What about him?

Rong Mu's long eyelashes drooped, half covering the bewildered cold light in Ming Zhan's eyes: "Then... who am I?"

"Don't worry, you are my child and your mother's, the only child, you have no blood relationship with the current Holy Majesty."

Even Rong Mu couldn't easily accept it in just a few hours, and left Zhenbei Grand General's Mansion in a daze.

Hua Zheng saw him in a daze, and thoughtfully asked someone to prepare a carriage for Rong Mu.

"Come and walk around more in the future."

Rong Mu looked up at the old general Hua who was reluctant to let go under the carriage, and gradually came back to his senses: "If the old general doesn't dislike it, Rong will come to bother him more."

Hua Huaiyin on the other end also looked at Song Du reluctantly, and when he heard what Rong Mu said, he immediately snapped back: "come more, come more, father and I welcome you."

"Then... let's leave now, and there is no need to send the old general and the young general away."

"Then see you at the celebration banquet in three days!"

Rong Mu got into the carriage and watched the general's mansion getting farther and farther outside the small window, but his thoughts were still not calm. Song Du was calmer, and talked to Rong Mu about the embarrassment he and Huaiyin encountered after they left. After several conversations, Rong Mu sorted out his complicated mood.

Stepping into the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, before Rong Mu could make a sound to ask Song Du to return the carriage to the General Zhenbei's Mansion, he was suddenly grabbed by the sleeves by someone who appeared from nowhere.

"grown ups!"

Song Du was surprised.

But Rong Mu immediately recognized the person in front of him as Chu Yuheng.

Although he didn't know what kind of evil Chu Yuheng had fallen into, and came here wearing a white suit, Rong Mu was still able to stabilize his fluttering mood: "It's okay, Adu, go and return the chariot and horses first."

As soon as the words fell, Rong Mu was led by Chu Yuheng under great strength to walk behind the rockery.

The mountains are rugged, and the green place after the morning dew has dried up is still surrounded by a layer of sunlight.

Rong Mu tried his best to break free from the white-clothed man in front of him, but the man in front of him closed his arms tightly, and instantly released Rong Mu's strength, easily locking Rong Mu firmly on his chest.

The one in white is unfamiliar, but Rong Mu is familiar with the burner incense that the person in front of him has been lingering in the imperial study for a long time.

The smell of agarwood is calm and thick, sweet and mellow. This kind of agarwood is rare and refreshing. It was the unexpected joy of Rong Mu when he was an official abroad. He spent nearly all of his net worth to get so little for Chu Yuheng. of agarwood.

A faint fragrance lingered around Rong Mu's nose, and before he could put his hand on Chu Yuheng's chest to push it away, Rong Mu's ears felt burning, accompanied by Chu Yuheng's heavy sigh, Rong Mu only listened to him wearily utter words that surprised him:

"Ah Mu, if I still have an older brother, would you still like me?"

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