Reinforced iron dodder flower

The imperial edict was issued in the open, so everyone in the royal family knew about it, including Tuen who was raised in a deep boudoir.

Thun had seen the harbinger of this a long time ago, and now the edict was issued, but the other boot finally landed.Thun took the maid, and still walked slowly to the parents' yard.The atmosphere between the parents was not as good as she had guessed, but it was better than she had imagined.

Wang Xianzhi knelt down next to his wife and comforted her softly. When Xi Daomao saw his daughter coming, he put away his angry face and said with a smile, "Why is Yurun here?"

"Father, mother, I heard about the imperial edict." Tuen frowned, worried.

"Don't worry, Yaoniang, the emperor will mess with his life, and the gentleman will not accept it. My father will not let Yaoniang be homeless." Wang Xianzhi was full of confidence, and he lowered his head and touched Tu En's bun.

"Yes, Yurun doesn't have to worry about the matter of the elders. Go back and take the medicine well. When the spring of next year is sunny, grandma will take you for a spring outing."

"Imitate the Lanting assembly again, it will be another romantic story!" Wang Xianzhi added.

Thun's understanding of imperial power is that scholar-bureaucrats can refute the emperor's opinions for a while, and that the emperor's officials have to die for a while.What exactly is imperial power, I must not have a deep understanding of the aborigines.Thun saw that his parents were not in a depressed mood, and he was slightly relieved, so he didn't mention it since he went back.

As soon as the edict was issued, Wang Xianzhi wrote to resign, saying that he was too weak in talent and morality to match the princess.After three consecutive letters, the emperor refuted three consecutive letters.Then, when Wang Xianzhi wrote the book again, there was no feedback, like a mud cow falling into the sea.

Wang Xianzhi asked his relatives and friends, but the confidential secretary Langcai hinted to him with half-concealment: the process of three resignations and three concessions has been completed, Princess Yuyao must marry, and Wang Xianzhi will not let Wang Xianzhi slap the princess and the face of the royal family like this.Asking you to decline three times and giving you enough face is not too much to get off the stage, so just admit it.

Why didn't Secretary Lang know that this matter was not genuine, and for the sake of his friend, he persuaded: "The princess is favored, because Zijing is the most romantic in the world, such a beautiful job, why not follow the good advice."

What kind of shameless princess is this!What shameless royal family is this!Wang Xianzhi was so angry that he said without hesitation: "When Sima Huan was alive, how come I don't see the princess being so fond of me?"

"Is Jun Naihuan the Great Sima?"

Wang Xianzhi's expression changed suddenly, thinking of something, he refuted the words of Secretary Lang, and left in a hurry.

Secretary Lang stood behind him and sighed. When Huan Wen Huan Da Sima was here, he manipulated the abolition of Li and asked the court to grant Jiuxi. If the Wang Xie family headed by Prime Minister Xie An and Xie had not delayed, the Huan family would go to the heirs of Cao Wei and Sima Jin. road.When Sima Huan was around, Princess Yuyao, as daughter-in-law, naturally lived in peace, but the world has changed, and now Secretary Huan is gone after all.When he passed away, didn't you, Wang Zijing, clap your hands and laugh?

Wang Xianzhi ran all the way to his father Wang Xizhi's yard.Wang Xizhi was painting at the same table with his wife, Xi Sui. When Wang Xianzhi came in, his face was full of tears, he threw himself down in front of his parents, weeping bitterly.

Seeing the youngest son's appearance, Xi Xuan immediately dismissed his servants, embraced his son, and let him vent.

"Father, mother, why me? Why me? I don't want to divorce my cousin, I don't want to marry Princess Yuyao, father, mother!"

Wang Xizhi knelt and sat at the head, letting his son's tears soak his robes, and did not speak for a while.

Xi Xuan was also very patient, stroking his son's back, and when he stopped crying, he said: "Whatever you want, mother will do whatever you want."

"Mum, I don't want to divorce my cousin, I don't want to marry Princess Yuyao? Why me?" Wang Xianzhi's mind was in a mess, he could only repeat these few words back and forth.

"Silence! Imposing man, you are not allowed to act like a woman!" Wang Xizhi snorted coldly, and Wang Xianzhi hiccupped and sat down on his knees.

"Father, please teach me." Wang Xianzhi bowed down.

Wang Xizhi sighed slightly, but he didn't mention the forced marriage of Princess Yuyao, but talked about the old affairs of the Wang family.Uncle Shuotang, Wang Dao, a generation of famous ministers, and his edict to assist the government, laid the foundation of the Jin Dynasty; Uncle Shuotang, Wang Dun, was in charge of the government and made outstanding achievements. Even if he was killed in the name of a traitor, his son was still a military guard. Complicated.

"My Wang family is prominent." Wang Xianzhi echoed.

"Yes, prominent. How many members of the Wang family who were called 'Lin Lang Zhu Yu' are still alive today?" Wang Xizhi asked.

Back then, someone went to visit Taiwei Wang Yan and met many talented people in the Wang family, Wang Rong, Wang Dun, Wang Dao, Wang Xu, Wang Cheng... couldn't help sighing, his eyes were full of pearls and jade, and he felt that I was ugly.

"Is the talent of the Wang family withered?" Wang Xianzhi asked back. He didn't realize that he didn't. There were many governors and senior officials in their clan. His father was revered as a book sage.

Wang Xizhi sighed softly, "Is there only the Langya royal family in the world? Chen Liuxie, Qiao Guohuan, Yingchuan Yu, and Taiyuan Wang, who is not prominent? There are so many talents in Tiantian, each leading the way, Liu Bolun, Xu Shuxuan, Zu Shizhi, Ruan Sizong, Guo Jingchun, Tao Shixing..."

Counting countless sages and celebrities in one breath, "all of them are brilliant, and all of them are famous in history. The first 30 years belonged to my Wang family, and the current 30 years belong to Xie's family. In the next 30 years, I can't see it for my father. Zijing Ah, the time for the two uncles in the Wang family is no longer here!"

If Wang Dao and Wang Dun were still there, how could the Sima royal family dare to persecute them like this.

"I'll go to Xie's house to ask for an interview." Wang Xianzhi couldn't grasp the point, and immediately wanted to ask Xie An, who could call the shots.

"In the current situation, how do you know that there is no push from the Xie family?" Wang Xizhi looked at his innocent son. Although there are talents in the Wang family, there is no one who can reach the top.If he were Xie An, he didn't want the Wang family to have a chance to reach the top. In the next generation, Mu Xiuyu Lin Feng would definitely destroy the son who was promoted as the leader.

Wang Xianzhi was stunned, and asked, "Where's uncle? Uncle?" What do the elders of the Wang family mean?

Wang Xizhi didn't answer, Xi Xuan sighed lightly, and said: "Go back first, think about it clearly."

Wang Xianzhi left dejectedly. He wailed and begged his parents to comfort him, but he was beaten like a drowned rat.

Xi Xuan looked at his son's sluggish back, and worried: "Is Qilang used as a flagpole for the Sima royal family to wrestle with the aristocratic family? How can Xie Gong do this?"

Wang Xizhi didn't speak, it was obvious.

"Then what should we do? What should Shichiro do?"

"Do it from the heart." Wang Xizhi spat out these four mysterious words.

"When is it, let's talk about metaphysics. If Qilang should not respond, "Guangling San" will never be heard in the court." Xi Xuan was worried, would the royal family not kill people?Ji Kang was also a celebrity at that time, and his reputation was much greater than that of Wang Xianzhi today. He also married Cao Cao's great-granddaughter Changle Tingzhu as his wife.In their royal family, there is Wang Dun who rebelled but did not implicate the clan. It does not mean that there will be another Wang Zijing who resists the imperial edict and is not punished!

Life and death, honor, in a single thought, in this precarious and chaotic world, everyone is like a mustard, and the family is as noble as the Wang family, and it is inevitable.Sad, painful, and more powerless, Xi Xuan suddenly understood why both her husband and son liked Wangyou's Shenxiansan.

"You can't say it, you can't say it, let Qilang decide everything. I will stand in the way of the elders of the clan. His life is only a hundred years old. He can do whatever he wants, and do it from the heart." Wang Xizhi sighed faintly. He and Xie An once toured mountains and rivers in Dongshan, talked about mysteries and Taoism, and had a deep friendship.But if he went to ask Xie An to raise his hand, it was related to the family, and Xie An, who had always considered the overall situation and subordinated the interests of the Xie family to the interests of the Jin family, would be willing to raise his hand.

This is the result of wrestling between all parties, and no one can do anything about it.Xi Xuan said worriedly: "Move Yaoniang to my yard." Xi Daomao is her niece, if she can be preserved, Xi Xuan would not be willing, but she does not have this ability.All she can do is to take care of Yaoniang, so that the husband and wife can still think about it.

These considerations, struggles, and pains were all unknown to Thun. She was raised in a deep boudoir with several maids, and there were very limited people who could pry her.She just passively heard that the emperor ordered her parents to reconcile, she was passively adopted by her grandmother, and passively heard that her father made a mistake in moxibustion and lost both legs.

Tu En was led by anxious grandparents, and hurried all the way. On the way, Xi Xuan kept telling the maid who carried the soft sedan chair to hurry up, but fearing that Tu En would be jolted, he repeatedly ordered "slow down!"

On the soft couch in the hall, Wang Xianzhi sat on the bed with bare feet and naked legs.There were blood-red blisters, black burns, and black and purple bruises on the soles of his feet, and he lay pale, without the appearance of a gentleman.

"Father..." Trauma is always so shocking, Tuen called out softly, causing Xi Daomao to burst into tears.

Wang Xizhi and Xi Sui stopped their husband and wife saluting, Wang Xianzhi looked at his parents with a pair of black eyes, and he only saw grief in their eyes.

Xi Daomao no longer suppressed, hugged Tuen in his arms, and cried bitterly.

"Yao Niang, don't cry, my father just made a mistake in moxibusting the foot, it will be fine, it will be fine."

Seeing his painful lips, Tu En used his brain, thinking hard, thinking hard, what can I do, what can I do?

"I have already submitted a letter to resign. If I am not good enough, how can I occupy a high position." Even if you are not an official, you are not qualified to marry a princess because you are dressed in white.I, Wang Xianzhi, don't have the strength to resist such chaos, so I will destroy myself.

"Zijing, Zijing..." Xi Daomao lay on Wang Xianzhi's body, weeping uncontrollably.

Self-destruction and showing weakness are indeed the only way their family can go now.Thun made up his mind and said: "Weng Weng, mother, father, mother, my son has something to say. My son heard that Xie Luoxian lived in Jiankang and settled down at the White Crane Temple outside the city. My son wanted to thank God for his kindness. My son was weak and sick since he was a child. Thanks to the curtain hanging from the sky and the kindness of the elders, I was lucky enough to survive. Feeling the deep kindness of my parents, I changed my son’s name to En, and thanked the Taoist ancestor and the celestial master.”

Xie Luoxian's family is the second son of Xie An's eldest brother. He has profound Taoism and has a lot of believers from the common people.

Is this grace from heaven a misty fairy, the emperor of the royal family, or the Xie family who can control the destiny?