The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Seeing Yan Chengzuo being so confident and calm, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but smile. Xuan Yuan still had some feelings for the child he had taught with his own hands. The better he was, didn't it mean that he was teaching well?

After Xuan Yuan took Yan Chengzuo out of the imperial study, they headed directly towards a very remote palace in the palace. This palace was built in the south of the imperial garden, adjacent to the lotus lake in the garden. Although it was not a cold palace, it was It is indeed the most remote palace in the palace.

When standing at the door of this remote palace, Yan Chengzuo was extremely puzzled and confused. However, although he was young, he was very smart, calm and sensible. Although he was confused, he did not ask directly, but just waited quietly. Xuan Yuan answered for him.

"Don't you always want to know about your mother and concubine?" Xuan Yuan glanced down at Yan Chengzuo who looked puzzled, and said in a calm tone, "The answer is here, go in and see for yourself ”

Yan Chengzuo was completely shocked. How could anyone not be curious about his biological mother and eager to know who her mother was? Yan Chengzuo is no exception. He was raised and taught by Xuan Yuan since he was a child. He has never seen his mother, so naturally he yearns for her very much.

He had asked this question in the past, but Xuan Yuan never gave him an answer. Over time, he came to know that his father did not like him asking these questions, so he gradually learned to be patient and did not dare to ask any more questions easily.

But now, will the mother he has longed for for a long time appear in front of him? However, Yan Chengzuo is no longer the child who cried and asked where his mother and concubine were. Ten years old, an age that seems innocent to ordinary people, can be considered an adult in the royal family.

"Go in." Seeing Yan Chengzuo hesitate at the door, Xuan Yuan put his hands behind his back and said in a calm tone, "When you grow up, it's time to tell you these things."

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Chengzuo finally opened the door and walked in. This palace was very partial. After entering, Yan Chengzuo found that the environment inside was also very old, with a faint appearance of dilapidation. It was different from the magnificent palace. Out of place.

The first thing he saw was the neatly cultivated vegetable field in the yard, where many vegetables were grown. There was a chicken coop in the corner of the yard, and there were a few clucking sounds from time to time. A rope was pulled beside the vegetable field, and several patched items were dried on it. Clothes.

A very ordinary, very ordinary scene. If such a scene does not appear in the palace, then it should be ordinary everywhere. But in the palace, there was such a scene with a strong farm flavor, which really puzzled Yan Chengzuo.

He stood at the entrance of the courtyard, too dazed to move forward. But at this moment, a person walked out of the slightly old palace. She was thin, wearing brown cotton clothes, and her long, slightly withered hair was tied into a woman's style. Hair on the temples, head slightly lowered, holding a hand-woven basket in his hand.

Yan Chengzuo trembled slightly. The ten-year-old boy looked at this person with horror and greed, and his lips trembled slightly: "Father, she, is she my mother-in-law? But, why does she want to live here?"

Yan Chengzuo's voice made Li Mingxue, who was about to put away the clothes to dry, stunned, and then suddenly looked up.

After she raised her face, her face was uncovered, and a long scar stretching from the end of her left eye to the corner of her lip was exposed. Yan Chengzuo saw it, and he exclaimed.

Li Mingxue looked at the young boy who looked a bit like her, with disbelief in her eyes. She glanced at Xuan Yuan who was standing behind Yan Chengzuo with his hands behind his back, and asked in disbelief: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty , He...he is?"

Xuan Yuan nodded slightly and confirmed Li Mingxue's guess: "He is your and Yan Junxian's son." He raised his hand and patted Yan Chengzuo's shoulder. Xuan Yuan said, "She is your mother. She fought hard to give birth to you."

Yan Chengzuo could no longer hold back the emotions in his heart. He no longer wanted to think about why his mother lived here. He just knew that after so many years, he finally met his biological mother.

He put aside the prince's grace and majesty, and rushed towards Li Mingxue. The two mother and son hugged each other, looking at each other, they couldn't help crying and talking to each other. Yan Chengzuo was taught extremely well by Xuan Yuan, and this was probably the most intense emotional fluctuation for him.

This is the first time she has seen her son since Yan Chengzuo was taken away from Li Mingxue in ten years. He has grown up, as elegant as a bamboo, smart and shrewd, and is a hundred times better than she imagined. , a thousand times.

After the two finally calmed down, Li Mingxue saw Xuan Yuan standing at the gate of the courtyard with his hands behind his hands, his expression still cold and indifferent. She knelt down suddenly and kowtowed to Xuan Yuan: "Thank you, Your Majesty. Excellent teaching, he is a good boy! ”

Although she had just met her son for the first time and had only spoken to him for a while, Li Mingxue could see that although her son was young, he was really smart and humble. Li Mingxue knew in her heart that neither she nor Yan Junxian could teach such a child.

Xuan Yuan responded lightly and then asked: "Where is Yan Junxian? Let him come out to meet your son. It's time to tell him some things."

Li Mingxue was stunned for a moment, then gritted her teeth suddenly: "Your Majesty, why don't you tell Zuo'er about the matter first." She had been living with Yan Junxian for the past ten years, which was enough time for her to know that Yan Jun What's wrong with Xian's nature? As a mother, she doesn't want her son to see him.

His eyes flashed slightly, and Xuan Yuan immediately understood Li Mingxue's plan, but he did not object. He just nodded indifferently and said, "That's okay."

So, in Yan Chengzuo's puzzled eyes, Li Mingxue began to slowly tell him all the things that happened in the past, and Xuanyuan stood by with his hands behind his back, occasionally adding a few words to let him understand the things more comprehensively.

When they finished talking about the things, Yan Chengzuo, who was only ten years old, turned pale. He looked at Xuanyuan in disbelief, his glass-like eyes wide open, full of sadness and unwillingness to believe: "Father, am I not your son?"

Xuanyuan nodded slightly: "I tell you this today because you have grown up and can take on the responsibility of the world of Daqing. After all, I am not a member of the Yan family, and the throne will still be returned to your Yan family."

Yan Chengzuo felt that his mind was in chaos. What he knew today was too unbelievable for him. He saw his biological mother, and then suddenly his father was not his father anymore. His father was someone else. His real father was imprisoned in the palace, and the one who sat on the throne these years was his father's former "substitute"...

No matter how smart he was, Yan Chengzuo was only a ten-year-old boy. If Xuanyuan had not been very attentive to his teachings over the years, he would not be able to bear it now.

But there were more things that Yan Chengzuo found difficult to accept. Soon Xuanyuan threw another bomb at him: "You are already ten years old. I have been taking care of government affairs with you since you were young. You are not unfamiliar with the court. Gu Aiqing also said that you are growing up very fast. Now it is time to pass the throne to you."

Yan Chengzuo suddenly opened his eyes wide, and all the complicated emotions disappeared. Only the bomb that Xuanyuan suddenly threw was left. He couldn't help but blurt out: "Father, don't you want your son?"

In the final analysis, his asking such a question was enough to show that Yan Chengzuo was very dependent on Xuanyuan. Normal people knew that they should deny it, and then An Yan Chengzuo wanted to comfort her, but Xuanyuan refused. He looked indifferent and cold, and nodded slightly: "You can say that you have grown up and can take over the throne, and I can finally let go."

Li Mingxue, who was forgotten by the two and could only watch: "...You said it as if the throne was a troublesome burden."

So it was obvious that Yan Chengzuo received a lot of information that day and knew the truth of what happened that year, but what surprised him the most was not the mess of Yan Junxian and Li Mingxue, but Xuanyuan's words that he would "pass the throne to him after his death."

But no matter how Yan Chengzuo resisted and refused this matter, he obviously couldn't do anything to Xuanyuan. Soon Xuanyuan began to "be seriously ill", and the government affairs of the court were handed over to the prince.

Yan Chengzuo didn't even have time to sort out his thoughts and figure out how he should face Xuanyuan, and Xuanyuan was about to leave. Although he knew that Xuanyuan was not his father, the feelings they had for ten years were not fake.

Compared to his biological father, who he had no intuitive feelings for, Xuanyuan was the father he truly recognized in his heart. But no matter what Yan Chengzuo thought, he could not resist the decision made by Xuanyuan.

A month later, Xuanyuan, who had arranged everything properly, "died". Yan Chengzuo, who was only ten years old, ascended the throne as emperor. With the assistance of ministers such as Shen Tianyang and Gu Wenqing, he would surely grow up to be a qualified emperor and benefit the people of the world.

In the middle of the night, a low-key but comfortable carriage slowly drove out of the palace without attracting anyone's attention. Finally, the carriage stopped at the city gate and two people got off.

One of them was a man of thirty years old with a handsome appearance, and the other was a young boy who was only ten years old.

After Yan Chengzuo got off the carriage, he looked at the carriage curtain eagerly, as if he wanted to see the person sitting in the carriage through it. His tone was very pitiful, with sadness and reluctance: "Father, are you really going to leave?"

After a moment of silence, a slender white hand stretched out the curtain, and at the same time, a light and indifferent voice sounded: "You already know that I am not your father. If you want, you can call me a teacher, and it will not be in vain that I have taught you for so many years."

After a pause, Xuanyuan's low voice and light tone came from the carriage again: "Go back, be a good emperor, and be worthy of the people of this world."

After speaking, the curtain was gently lowered, and the wheels of the carriage turned, slowly driving away from the imperial capital with the people in the carriage, leaving this political whirlpool, and heading towards the freedom in the distance.

"Let's go, 0617." Xuan Yuan, who was sitting upright in the carriage, suddenly curled his lips and smiled. In the depths of his deep and unfathomable eyes, there seemed to be a hint of melancholy, which quickly dissipated and disappeared without a trace. Xuan Yuan and 0617 left this world where they had stayed for ten years.