My country, you can pinch it

The gloomy Yang family thought that they would not be able to survive this new year, and they were directly beaten back to their original form, but they did not expect that the official position was still there, and they welcomed the visit of King Duan years ago.

"Your Majesty Yang must take good care of his illness and recover as soon as possible. In the future, the imperial court still needs to take care of you. As for the other princes, don't worry about it." King Duan talked with Yang Shenxing who was ill in bed for a long time before leaving, and Yang Posong acted as his counterpart. deliver.

As soon as King Duan left, Yang Posong couldn't hold back his excitement, and hurried back to his father's bed: "Father, that's great, if His Highness Prince Duan is willing to pay back the money for us, there is nothing to be afraid of impeachment. You can still be your grand maester."

He praised and praised: "His Royal Highness Duan really loves talents and has a broad mind."

However, Yang Shenxing, who was resting on the bed with his eyes closed, was not very happy, and his sorrow did not disappear but became more and more profound.

"Father?" This emotion obviously affected Yang Posson, and the smile on his face gradually subsided.

Yang Shenxing didn't explain much, but asked in a calm voice: "Did Yingxue make a fuss to see Wencheng?"

Yang Posong immediately denied it and pleaded: "No, father, my sister already knew she was wrong, and she is shutting herself up in the room to reflect on herself. She, she won't get involved with Fang Wencheng anymore, so don't blame her."

Yang Shenxing didn't say much, just said: "You go and call her over."

"Yes, Dad."

Yang Yingxue knew that the Yang family fell into this state because she was implicated. While she felt guilty, she was more afraid.Not knowing how her father would punish her, she could only kneel in front of the bed in fear, kowtowed with tears in her eyes: "Father, my daughter is not filial!"

Yang Shenxing slowly turned his head, looking at his shy daughter.When she was convicted, Yang Yingxue was in her 15s and [-]s, innocent, elegant and decent, but [-] years later, when she met again, she was pretentious, jealous, and calculating.

Who is to blame for this change?

Yang Shenxing let out a deep breath, "Yingxue, it's dad who's sorry for you."

Hearing this, Yang Yingxue opened her rosy eyes and raised her head in surprise: "Father... don't you blame your daughter?" She was a little at a loss, "It's because my daughter has short-sightedness, only cares about herself, and doesn't believe in you, that... attracted such a disaster, I..."

"Needless to say." Yang Shenxing raised his hand to interrupt her self-blame, and said guiltily, "How can this old man have the qualifications, you have been dragged down by me, and finally found a home, but you still remember your father and brother, even if you are wrong, That's also the old man's fault, for not protecting you well."

"Father..." Yang Yingxue couldn't believe her ears, Yang Shenxing not only didn't punish her severely, but apologized to her instead!

Tears filled her eyes, she felt great pain in her heart, she couldn't bear it anymore and just lay down in front of Yang Shenxing's bed and wept loudly.

Jiji camp was in vain, and she ended up with a discredited end, implicated her father, brother, and son, boundless regret filled her heart, and guilt made her wish to die just like this.

Yang Shenxing heard the heart-piercing cry, and his old eyes became moist. He raised his hand and put it on his daughter's head, stroking gently: "Yingxue, don't be afraid, with Dad here in the future, there will be no such grievances." .”

The family's forgiveness made Yang Yingxue seem to have been redeemed. While crying, she held onto Yang Shenxing's hand tightly.

"It's just that Dad has to ask you one more thing."

The sobbing gradually stopped, Yang Yingxue raised her head with tears in her eyes: "But what else can I help?"

The wrinkled Yang Shenxing looked at her deeply, "Come here."

Yang Yingxue didn't know why, under such eyes, her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, she tightened her throat, and slowly moved her ears to Yang Shenxing's mouth.

The latter said something softly, her eyes widened immediately, her hands trembled in astonishment, and she said in disbelief, "Father...that's your student..."

Yang Shenxing closed his eyes, and said heavily: "We have nowhere to go, Yingxue, the only way to save the Yang family is by doing this."

Yang Yingxue bit her lip: "But brother said, Prince Duan is not willing..."

"This favor, the old man can't afford it."

Yang Yingxue's silent tears fell drop by drop, and her vision blurred again: "Then what about Jinyu, he finally got a father?"

Yang Shenxing slowly supported his upper body, stared at Yang Yingxue with old and unwilling eyes, raised his hand to wipe away her tears and said: "Jinyu, I will treat this old man as a grandson and give him a bright future."

"Yingxue, the Yang family is well, so your mother and son can live well."

As night fell, the surroundings were quiet, and the entire Fang family fell silent. There were not many servants here, and some of them hadn't left yet.

Although the people brought by Qian Duojin emptied out everything in the mansion, they kept all the daily necessities, such as bedding, clothes, and even rations and food. In this severe winter, people can't really be naked and forced to a dead end.

But the disheartened Fang Wencheng didn't care, he hid in the study, and imprisoned himself in calligraphy and painting by a dim lamp. It's just that the wrists don't stop, as if this is the only way to escape reality.

Finally, the knock on the door broke his last self-deception, and then it creaked and opened.

"Brother Cheng." The weak and helpless voice was amplified in the darkness.

Fang Wencheng finally stopped writing, raised his head, and looked at Yang Yingxue who was standing at the door holding a lantern. His figure was thin, especially weak in the winter night wind and snow.

Looking at Fang Wencheng again, he only lost his last breath of yang energy before turning into a ghost.

In this farce, the two people with selfishness and evil thoughts finally reaped the fruit of their own accord.

"What are you doing here?" Fang Wencheng's sunken eye sockets were black and blue, and his voice was hoarse, as if rubbed by stones.

"Are you sick?" Yang Yingxue asked with concern.

Fang Wencheng clenched his pen tightly, and asked again coldly: "What are you doing here..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Yingxue dropped the lantern, ran in, and threw herself into Fang Wencheng's arms, sobbing, "Brother Cheng, I can't worry about you!"

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In the opposite hut not far from Jingxin Hall, Shang Xiaowu was lying on the window and staring closely. Hearing the sound of clothes flying around her, she couldn't help complaining: "Why have you been here for so long? No matter how late you are, you won't be able to see it." Good show."

As Shang Xiaoshuang said, she also leaned over, under the dim light in front of her, the window paper reflected two cuddling figures.

She was surprised: "It's really here."

"No, sneaking here in the middle of the night, if we hadn't been watching, who would have noticed? Our little cousin is smart. By the way, what did you bring for supper?"

Half a sweet potato was delivered to Shang Xiaowu, "Here, it's still warm."

"That's all. After finally coming to Beijing, can't you eat something good?"

"Satisfy you, there's a curfew right now, I'll go to the kitchen and bake the sweet potatoes myself, whether I eat it or not, I'll eat it myself..."

Before the words were finished, Shang Xiaowu snatched them away, opened her mouth full, and said, "It's quite fragrant, it's just short-cut wine."

"What kind of wine to drink? We have a mission." Shang Xiaoshuang rolled his eyes at him, "After you finish eating, go find the following man named Wen Fu, we can't come forward directly."

"Got it." Shang Xiaowu stuffed the sweet potato into her mouth, jumped and ran away.

When a person is abandoned by the surroundings, scolded, robbed of everything, and has nothing, there is such a person who is willing to hug him, attach to him, and give him warmth again. Fang Wencheng told himself that no matter how many mistakes Yang Yingxue committed Mistakes, he can forgive.

"Xue'er..." Fang Wencheng's eyes were moist, and he hugged the person in his arms tightly, and whispered, "I will treat you well, and I will definitely treat you well in the future, and I will never let you down again."

Yang Yingxue closed her eyes, her lips trembled, she looked at the light on the table, and tears fell down, soaking Fang Wencheng's shoulders in an instant.

She said: "Brother Cheng, I will guard you for the rest of my life. Jinyu is your son, and he will always remember you...you...can you fulfill us?"

In this sentence, the warmth of a moment disappeared, leaving only the biting cold, and the snowy night in winter was less than one ten-thousandth of it.

Fang Wencheng never dreamed that the person who most wanted him to die was not Shang Qingrong, but his junior sister, his teacher.

Yang Yingxue didn't stay for long, taking advantage of the night, she left with eyes full of nostalgia, gratitude and pleading.

Wen Fu hurried over, pushed open the door of the study, looked at the figure like an ice sculpture, "Master..."

Fang Wencheng stood by the small lake, looking at the dark lake quietly. There was no moon tonight, and it was snowing lightly. He couldn't see his fingers. Only Wen Fu followed him with a weak lantern.

Although the wind is not strong, the winter night is covered with snowflakes, bringing coldness to penetrate the skin and soak into the bone marrow, making people shiver uncontrollably.

Wen Fu didn't care about his frozen hands and feet, and tried to persuade him from the sidelines, so he almost knelt down and begged.

But Fang Wencheng couldn't listen to these repeated words. Instead, he asked Wen Fu in puzzlement, "Why don't you leave?"

"I'm leaving, master, what do you do?" Wen Fu broke down in tears.

Fang Wencheng smiled sadly, looked at the lake again, and said in a low voice: "My whole life has become a joke. I could live a peaceful life, but I took my fish's eye for a puppet and ended up in a mess. Now living has become a burden." , since no one cares about you, why bother you..."

He couldn't help but move his footsteps forward, facing the icy lake, his eyes were desperate and sad.

Shang Xiaowu, who was crouching behind the rockery, looked ready to make a move, but was held back by Shang Xiaoshuang.

What are you doing?She opened her mouth and asked silently.

Shang Xiaoshuang curled her lips, raised her finger and pointed at the lake water, which meant: We will save him when he jumps.

Shang Xiaowu slapped his thigh immediately, it made sense, once it was frozen, he would probably not dare to dance after suffering enough.

Thinking about these two things, the two sisters smiled viciously, and it was rare to reach an agreement.

That Wenfu shook his head vigorously: "That's not the case, master, listen to me, someone is worried, young master, young master, he is looking forward to seeing you well!"

Fang Wencheng smiled bitterly and said: "Don't lie to me, Jinling left so resolutely, how could he still remember me as a father, I have let him down so much..."

"But you are his father after all, master, look, look at this." Wen Fu shook his frozen hands, and took out a stack of bank notes and some small silver coins from his bosom, but he didn't hold on tight. The silver fell to the ground.

He didn't care to pick it up, looked at Fang Wencheng eagerly, and held it in front of him: "Today, Zijing girl came to tidy up the young master's study, and she secretly slipped it to me. It's worth 100 taels. It's all the young master's wish!"

Fang Wencheng stared blankly at the broken silver on the ground, his eyes were wet and red: "Ling'er..."

Seeing the moving expression on Fang Wencheng's face, Wen Fu was overjoyed, and hurriedly continued his efforts: "Miss Zijing said, this 100 taels is enough for us to leave Beijing and go back to our ancestral home. No one knows you there. With your knowledge, even if you were A teacher can also live a good life! Master, let's go, leave the right and wrong here, and start from the beginning, okay?"

"Don't lie to me." Fang Wencheng said again, he knew he couldn't bear it anymore.

Wen Fu shook his head vigorously: "I have no children and no daughters, and you know that I haven't saved any money for so many years. Master, the young master has always been kind-hearted. I hope you will reform and hope that you will become better!"

"If you go down, what will the young master do, don't you understand what the Yang family means?"

It's useless for him to be alive, but when he's dead, he can be disgusted by Shang Qingrong and Fang Jinling.

"Are you going to let the young master be pointed out by others in the future, and his mother forced his father to death? What's more, if the money can be delivered, the madam won't know, but she didn't stop it!"

"Qingrong..." Fang Wencheng finally cried, "I'm sorry for her."

With his feet already standing by the lake, he finally turned around, and when he reached Wen Fu, he squatted down slowly, picking up the silver pieces one by one by the light of the lantern, and holding them tightly in the palm of his hand.

There were muffled whimpers in the breeze, but the lake was still calm.

That night, whether it was Wen Fu or Fang Wencheng, the master and servant walked through the mansion again with lanterns.

There was nothing left in the Songzhu courtyard, and he left lightly and resolutely without leaving a trace of thoughts, but the bamboo and pines planted in the courtyard were still there. Looking at his inscription, Fang Wencheng suddenly felt that this was quite a good idea. good.

Another place is Shuyun Courtyard.

Sitting in Fang Jinling's study, he picked up the book that had been left on the table, opened it, and was stunned when he saw the familiar handwriting. The weak strokes showed the frailty of the owner's body, but the charm in it was already blue.

"Master, look, these are the calligraphy and paintings left by the young master. They are so beautiful, they really resemble you." Wen Fu picked up the scroll in the calligraphy jar, slowly unfolded it, and praised Fang Wencheng in front of him. .

"I don't even know... Ling'er, my son..." Fang Wencheng caressed the dried ink on it, imagining Fang Jinling's obstinate strokes after drinking the medicine, he closed his eyes, Tears flowed down, regretting endlessly, "Words can be learned, but people can't. It is right to follow his mother."

After finishing speaking, he wiped his eyes, put away the calligraphy and painting, and handed them to Wen Fu: "Let's leave early tomorrow morning."

"Hey." Wen Fu responded happily.

"Let's tidy up these and take them away together. I'm afraid I won't see their mother and daughter again in this life. It's good to keep them in memory."

Wen Fu felt sad when he heard it, and couldn't help asking: "Then, before you leave, do you want to see the young master? Zijing said that the young master is seriously ill in bed."

"He has always been deep in his thoughts, how could he not fall ill after such tossing?" Fang Wencheng expressed worry on his brows.

"If the master is worried, why not..."

But Fang Wencheng still shook his head, and laughed at himself, "I'm not qualified to see him, but if I meet him, I'll make things difficult for both of them."

Wen Fu sighed: "Yes, can I leave a letter?"

"No, it's best to be like a stranger."

In the early morning of the second day, the twins watched the pair of master and servant leave the capital with the flow of people before returning home. After hearing the news, Fang Jinling smiled at Shang Qingrong: "Mother, we can rest assured now."

Shang Qingrong nodded: "I hope he will turn over a new leaf and start a new life."