"In terms of appearance and talent alone, Nie Zhe is not even as good as your father, but Sun Ruoshui is still willing to remarry him. What do you think your mother is after? You want Nie Zhe to be a sissy with thin skin and white flesh!"
"Let me tell you, it's because your father is indifferent and doesn't care about power. No matter how much Elder Qiu persuades him, he refuses to compete with Nie's uncle and nephew for the position of leader. That's why Sun Ruoshui gave up and turned to Nie Zhe!"
"Men must have power. Without power, not only will they be controlled by others, they will not even be able to save the lives of women and themselves! Hey, I haven't finished speaking yet, Shaojun, Shaojun..."
Chapter 88
For some unknown reason, after Nie Hengcheng came to power and even succeeded to the position of leader, he neither lived in the Fatian Palace nor in the nearby Wuyu Palace. Instead, he was placed in the Xuan Ni Palace, the first hall of the Paradise Palace. On the contrary, his eldest nephew Nie Zhe, whose authority was unstable, returned to live in the Central Fatian Hall.
Now the first half of the Xuan Ming Palace was smashed to pieces when Lian Shisan launched his attack, and the second half was blown apart by Han Yisu. The Fa Tian Palace was decorated by Nie Zhe like a cave of ecstasy, making it uninhabitable.
Mu Qingyan was walking in Wuyu Palace like a ghost. The guards along the way hugged him and saluted him. When the maids saw such a cold, handsome, tall and majestic new master, they all blushed and turned aside, looking at him carefully. The figure disappeared at the door of the back hall.
This is where Mu Qingyan’s great-grandfather died.
Tracing back to the roots, the Nie family's rebellion, which lasted for three generations of the Mu family, all began with my great-grandfather's improper actions in his later years - facing his willful and self-willed only son, he could not discipline him harshly; facing his two ambitious adopted sons, he failed Constrained energy.
But who would have known that when he was young, my great-grandfather was also a bright man who could sit up and walk, but his determination and enterprising spirit seemed to have disappeared with the death of his beloved wife.
The decoration of the residence is quiet and plain, except for an amethyst coral tree that is more than a foot long placed under the high shrine. It is still bright and bright after decades, and it is the most beloved thing of Mu Qingyan's great-grandmother.
She followed the order of her elders and married into the Mu family. For this reason, Mu Qingyan's great-grandfather had to part with his beloved woman, and it was inevitable that he would become angry and indifferent to her after the marriage. With a pleasant nature, she doesn't get angry or complain, she just treats him quietly and gently.
When we are young, people always think that they have a lifetime to forgive and reconcile, but they don’t know that time flies by. When his wife became terminally ill, Mu Qingyan's great-grandfather realized what he had missed, and he was overwhelmed with guilt and pain for the rest of his life.
Mu Qingyan stood in front of the coral tree and thought, he should really let the immortal Yan Xu come and see. His great-grandfather married a wife according to the strict orders of his parents and teachers, and the ending was not as miserable and hesitant.
He shook his head.
After passing through the remote courtyard of his great-grandfather, Mu Qingyan came to a gorgeous and tall building.
Although my grandfather was frail and sick, his temperament was irritable and irritable. He likes the most difficult to tame the fierce horses, loves to raise the most unruly and stubborn goshawks, is addicted to ancient classics with crooked teeth, and indulges in poetry, wine, dance and music.
Nie Hengcheng knew his adopted brother's aesthetics and preferences very well, and arranged an 'unexpected' encounter for him in an almost tailor-made way - the cold spring had not yet passed, the sky was filled with flowers and rain, and the two of them competed with each other with a multi-talented and arrogant beauty. Relatively but sympathetically.
When love is strong, neither can see the shortcomings of the other. The wife only saw her husband's tenderness, but not his passion. The husband knew that his wife was a little arrogant, but he didn't know that there was a destructive stubbornness buried deep in her bones.
Mu Qingyan stood in the middle of the room on the side of her grandmother's bedroom. Even after decades, she could still see the warmth and softness of the room. All the corners were wrapped in thick silk, making everything easy to swallow. The little toys were all tied with silk threads, and a few copper rings were nailed to the top beam to hang the cradle...
Mu Qingyan's great-grandfather was a person who lived through this. He saw the flaws in the temperament of his son and daughter-in-law, as well as the hidden worries for the future.
When his confidants for many years also ran away in anger, he lay on the hospital bed, looked at his infant grandson with worry, and said to his son and daughter-in-law, "Even if I have a lot of faults, I will protect you until you get a wife and have children. You are already there." As parents, no matter what kind of disagreements arise between the two of them in the future, they should at least not leave their young children helpless.'
A prophecy.
When his parents passed away one after another, Mu Zhengming was less than ten years old.
Mu Qingyan couldn't help but sigh. In fact, what Old Man Yan said was right. The marriages of the Mu family's children have not gone smoothly in the past two hundred years. If they don't listen to their elders, the consequences will not be any better. I don't know if they are offended. Yue Lao.
The sky was slightly bright, and the Eight Diagrams Evil Suppressing Mirror hanging in the corner of the room flashed. Mu Qingyan raised his arm and took down the evil suppressing mirror.
After wiping off the dust on it, the bright mirror reflected a young and handsome face, with a high nose and thin lips, deep eyebrows, but slightly dark eyes. Mu Qingyan was a little dissatisfied. He adjusted his expression in the mirror, straightened his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a gentle and indifferent smile...
He slumped down and sat down, holding the mirror upside down with one hand and covering his eyes with the other. His shoulders shook slightly, and his body trembled slightly with grief - Father!
Mu Qingyan has never regretted his great-grandfather and grandfather. Their endings were all chosen by themselves. I don’t know how many mentors and friends have given them advice and advice, but they have all turned a deaf ear.
My great-grandfather obviously became more and more affectionate after marriage, but he allowed his arrogance and indifference to hurt his wife, and ended up being a widower for half of his life. What's the shame? My grandfather knew clearly that the sect was surrounded by powerful enemies and that his position as leader was unstable, but he still allowed himself to do whatever he wanted. In the end, he was toyed with by his adoptive brother with ulterior motives. What's the pity?
However, Mu Zhengming was innocent.
Elder Qiu had scolded Mu Zhengming more than once for his lack of ambition and cowardice.
But Mu Qingyan knew that his father had ambitions. However, his ambition was not to leave the religion.
"The Mu family has been in charge of the Apostolic Cult for two hundred years. Every disciple of the Mu family must practice hard since birth, resist the six Beichen sects externally, and control the Jieao tribe internally. Enough, enough." The sky is clear and full of stars. , Mu Zhengming and his son were lying on the roof, with wine beside them and the stars above their heads.
When he turned to smile at his son, his face was clear and gentle, "Don't be trapped by the Hanhai Mountains, Yan'er, don't be trapped here, do what you want to do, and take the path you want to take."
Mu Qingyan looked through his father's notebooks, ranging from graffiti when he was young to the notes in middle age. They described in detail the vast world outside, the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, as well as the customs and customs plucked from various travel notes.
Mu Zhengming always wanted to leave the Hanhai Mountains.
He started planning when he was fourteen years old, but at that time Elder Qiu begged, and they were fighting to the death with Nie Hengcheng's family, and they were gradually losing ground. Without Mu Zhengming, the most powerful sign, Nie Hengcheng would immediately have all the advantages. As a result, the people loyal to the Mu family will be massacred immediately.
Mu Zhengming had no choice but to stay.
Then, Sun Ruoshui appeared.
Then Sun Ruoshui became pregnant and he had to marry her.
Mu Zhengming has more and more bonds.
Then, Elder Qiu also passed away.
Although Mu Zhengming was sad, he knew that this was the inevitable outcome. Under Nie Hengcheng's nose, he carefully arranged the path of his enemies' children (such as You Guanyue). When he was about to leave again, he was attacked secretly...
When he came back five years later, he picked up his pale and helpless young son from the dilapidated and dirty little dark room - Mu Zhengming knew that he could not leave again.
He is not an innocent and ignorant son of aristocratic family. He knows what the scene is beyond the Hanhai Mountains. Not only is it not a smooth road, but there may be ambushes everywhere, secretly waiting to hunt the Mu family father and son. He himself could be fed by mountains and rivers, but a frail and frightened five-year-old child could not bear the displacement.
He is a father and must find a comfortable and stable environment for his son to grow up.
So, he took his son to live in seclusion in Huanglaofeng without thinking about fasting.
When Mu Qingyan was fourteen, Mu Zhengming suddenly became happy. For the first time in his life, he felt relaxed and comfortable that he could leave at any time.
At that time, Mu Qingyan was already well established. Whether he stayed alone in the Hanhai Mountains or traveled outside with his father, Mu Zhengming knew that his son could handle it with ease.
Unexpectedly, he was poisoned soon after and passed away six months later.
He did not reveal the truth until his death. He knew that the anger in his son's heart was already very strong, and he did not want to increase his hatred for the world.
"Yan'er, don't always think about bad things. Think more about the good things in this world. The world is leisurely and the mountains and rivers are magnificent. Go out for a walk and take a look. You will be much happier."
"Yan'er, my father hopes that when you are old, you will look back on this life and your heart will be full of flowers, and you will be glad to be able to come to this world."
"Yan'er, if you really can't get over this hurdle in your heart, my father agrees with you to deal with the Nie neatly, but don't let them occupy too much space in your heart. You have to save the best place in your heart."
"What are you leaving for? Hehe, silly boy, leave it for the good things you will encounter in the future. For example, a girl who fills your heart with joy..."
Mu Qingyan covered her face and cried, her chest hurt as if a hole had been opened and salt water was being continuously poured into it.
I don't know how long it took, but the sky finally got bright. The beam of morning light fell on him through the damaged window paper, and Mu Qingyan's foggy heart suddenly became bright. He staggered up and walked outside the house.
Yes, he wanted to find her, the girl who filled his heart with joy.
…
In the guest room on the west side of Wuyu Hall, Song Yuzhi was watching the sun from the window.
"These are fine tiger bones, fresh bear bile, and these big wild ginsengs. It is said that they will run away when the silk thread is loosened. Last night, I gave Miss Cai a few sticks and soaked them in water for her to drink - —She drank two bowls at once."
Shangguan Haonan babbled to several large boxes filled with valuables, "Mr. Song, although you and I are in opposing sects, we have clear grievances. You saved my life. These small gifts are a token of my gratitude. I will have a box of snow tomorrow." Cicada Ganoderma lucidum is delivered..."
"Hehehe..." Song Yuzhi suddenly let out a low laugh.
Shangguan Haonan was puzzled: "Master Song, why are you laughing?"
"It's nothing." Song Yuzhi sat down with a calm face, looking even more heroic under the rising sun in the early morning. "Thank you very much, Lord Shangguan, for your kindness, but I'm afraid Yuzhi will leave your sect today."
"Ah, so fast?" Shangguan Haonan was a little stupid.
…
When Mu Qingyan pushed the door open and walked in, Cai Zhao was sitting in front of the window reading.
She was wearing a small rose-colored coat with gilded plum blossoms, a slender waist with a bunch of moon-white brocade silk, and a pleated long skirt that looked like flowing clouds. She had a gold hairpin with an upturned head on her temples. Under the light of the morning sun, the girl's cheeks are pink and white and transparent, and her hair is thin and cute. She is as dignified and serious as a small beautiful jade statue.
"Zhaozhao." Mu Qingyan stood at the door.
Cai Zhao raised his head and smiled sweetly: "You're back." She stood up and came over, pulled him to sit by the window, poured a glass of water and handed it to him.
Mu Qingyan held the teacup, like a tired traveler returning to a warm home. He had thousands of words in his heart, but he didn't know where to say them, "Zhaozhao, do you know, my dad, my dad was..." There was a lump in his throat and he couldn't continue.
"It was Mrs. Sun who killed her." The girl looked back quietly.
Mu Qingyan was startled: "How do you know?" The interrogation last night was a secret in the church, and no one present would tell it.
Cai Zhao lowered his eyes and said, "You respect and love your father so much, how could you not listen to my father's words to stay? Your father clearly told you to provide for Mrs. Sun in her old age, but that day in front of Elder Yu Heng, you said that Mrs. Sun might not live long. .”
She sighed, "There is only one situation in which you would violate your father's last words, and that is if Mrs. Sun did something you cannot forgive under any circumstances - killing your father."
Mu Qingyan smiled bitterly: "Zhao Zhao is so smart."
His eyebrows were sinister, and he added coldly, "Elder Yan is right, the only thing that can kill father is his kindness."
Cai Zhao had nothing to say.
Mu Qingyan put down the water glass and sat over her, taking the girl into his arms and hugging her tightly. He buried his head into the soft and warm crook of her neck and whispered, "Zhaozhao, I feel uncomfortable."
Cai Zhao's whole body was stiff. She felt the hot and moist young man's breath on her neck, soft and intoxicating. She couldn't help but hug him back and put her hands on his flexible and strong waist.
Mu Qingyan's arms used force, as if he wanted to embed the girl into his chest and dissolve it into his bones and blood.
Cai Zhao felt him rubbing his neck with the tip of his nose and lips, itching, soft, intimate and intense. She closed her eyes, pushed hard with all her strength, and struggled to get away.
"Zhaozhao?" Mu Qingyan was pushed aside, his jade-like face still slightly red, and his eyes showed surprise.
The girl stood with her back turned, her chest rising and falling violently. After a moment, she turned around and smiled, "I have something to tell you. It's been more than two months since I escaped from the sect privately, and it's time to go back. It's better to go back sooner rather than later, so I'll just say goodbye to you today."
The color on Mu Qingyan's face instantly faded away, "What did you say?"
Cai Zhao put his head aside and whispered: "I'm leaving and going back to Qingque Sect."
"...Say it again." Mu Qingyan's eyes were as cold as ice picks.
Cai Zhao frowned, "I have said the same thing a hundred times. This is the Demon Cult, and I am a disciple of Beichen. Now that Shaojun has regained the position of leader, I can no longer stay here."
Mu Qingyan sneered, "As long as I don't nod, see if you can get out?!"
With tears in his eyes, Cai Zhao said softly: "Please don't be like this, please. You and I have been destined to each other all this time. Now that the fate is broken, let's get together and part ways."
Mu Qingyan raised his sleeves angrily, and there was a loud crash, and all the teapots and teacups on the table were swept off and shattered to the ground. He pointed at the girl and cursed angrily: "You also know the word fate! You and I have such a close relationship, and you can say such words so easily. It shows that you are really a ruthless, heartless and vicious woman!"
Cai Zhao saw his red eyes, turned around and took his arm, choking and saying: "Why do you have to say angry words? You clearly know why I left."
Mu Qingyan threw her away and said bitterly: "You are just timid and afraid of being blamed. Have you forgotten what you saw in the underground palace? Master Donglie and Madam Luo can overcome all difficulties, and in the end..."
"Are you going to hide me in the underground palace too?" Cai Zhao raised his voice to interrupt him.
Mu Qingyan was stunned.
