Time is slow

   Chapter 652 Father and Son Concentric

   "Look at this." Lan Shan pushed a plain note to Lan Songquan.

  Lan Songquan glanced at it, and saw that a person's birthday was written on it, and it was a certain day.

In Daliang, the date of birth is a very private information for a person. Except that it will be given to the matchmaker when discussing a marriage, and it will not be known to others. The plain note that Lan Shan handed to Lan Songquan does not indicate that the person was born at a certain time. .

   "Guess who this is from?" Lan Shan asked with a smile.

  Lan Songquan these young people are better than blue. Many methods to calculate political opponents are all he came up with. It can be said that he is full of bad water. Hearing Lan Shan's words, his eyes rolled and he blurted out: "Champion Hou?"

  Lan Shan smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's the champion."

  Lan Songquan sat down opposite Lanshan and wondered, "Father, why did you find out about the birthday of Champion Hou?"

  Lan Shan leaned back, adjusted his sitting posture, and said unhurriedly, "Have you not heard of the rumors outside?"

Lan Songquan sneered: "Champion Hou is a matter of Wai Shizi? This is not all spread, I have not heard of it, but this cannot be used as a reason for us to attack him. If you really write about this, you are not recruiting the emperor. Not a single scolding."

Lan Shan glanced at Lan Songquan lightly: "Of course you can't write a book on this. Although you have made great progress in recent years, you probably didn't pay attention to what happened ten or twenty years ago. When the Hou Jing'an was young, he led troops to fight outside the capital all the year round and stayed in the capital. It wasn't that long, when he and his wife were famously affectionate."

  Lan Songquan cheered up, sat up straight and said, "Father, what do you mean—"

Lan Shan was very old, so he raised his eyelids to reveal his cloudy eyes, and said slowly, "If the age of the three sons of the champion Hou and Jing An Hou changes, it can still be said that Jing An Hou later took care of the outer room. Judging from the age of the champion Hou, the Jingan Hou didn't spend much time in the capital at that time, so is it possible that he still has the heart to raise the outer room?"

   "Father, just tell me straight, I really didn't pay much attention to things in my early years." Although Lan Songquan didn't understand why Lan Shan said this, he faintly felt that he was about to know an earth-shattering event.

Lan Shan's cloudy eyes fell on the plain paper with Shao Mingyuan's birthday written on it, and his voice became lighter: "In the fifth year of Mingkang, the Marquis of Zhenyuan was slain by me, and the whole clan was beheaded, but the youngest son of Marquis Zhenyuan was not among them. It was the youngest son of the Marquis of Zhenyuan who had a problem in his womb and died before the execution."

  Lan Songquan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Mingkang five years ago, which is exactly 21 years ago, and the champion Hou is now 22 years old. Father, are you guessing that the champion Hou is the youngest son of Zhenyuan Hou?"

Lan Shan nodded slowly: "That's right. Originally there was no news out there, I never thought about that, but now there are rumors that the champion Hou is the son of Jing'an Hou, instead of making me believe Jing'an Hou Twenty Many years ago, I would raise the outer room, and I believe it was him, Li Dai Taozhang, who saved the youngest son of the Marquis of Zhenyuan!"

  Lanshan closed his eyes and his thoughts returned to twenty-one years ago.

   Mingkang for five years, it was a **** year.

King Su rebelled, and he used this to bring down the Marquis of Zhenyuan. He still remembered that the officials who interceded for the Marquis of Zhenyuan knelt on the ground, and even the imperial censor was killed on the dragon pillar. The matter in question was abhorrent and did not waver in the decision.

  Jinganhou was one of the officials who pleaded for Zhenyuanhou.

  Thinking about this, Lan Shan's turbid eyes suddenly shot out a light.

   would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go! Whether the champion Hou is the orphan of Zhenyuan Hou, or not, he will not take this risk, he must cut the grass and root it!

   "Father, it is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to spare one, we have to kill the champion!" Lan Songquan blushed with excitement and had a thick neck.

  Lan Shan patted Lan Songquan on the shoulder and thought to himself: Is it his own son!

   "Father, do you have any clues about the early years?" After the excitement, Lan Songquan regained his composure.

  Lan Shan squinted his eyes and sighed: "It's been too long, even if there are any clues, it's broken."

  Lan Songquan smiled fiercely: "It doesn't matter if the clue is broken, the evidence has not been made by anyone, and besides, our emperor really wants to kill, but he doesn't need any conclusive evidence."

  Lan Shan nodded slowly.

   He has been a courtier for decades, and he has long understood that for the high-ranking emperor, what he needs to use a knife against a courtier is an excuse, never evidence.

   "Father, then I'll go to work and try to give the emperor a surprise when he leaves the customs."

  Lanshan waved his hand: "Go, I'm getting old and my energy is not good, and these things are up to you."

  Lan Songquan went out in a hurry, Lan Shan took a sip of tea, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

  The atmosphere in the mansion of the Marquis of Jing'an was extremely low, and the servants walked lightly, lest they would offend the master and be scolded for nothing.

  In the past, the Hou Mansion was headed by Mrs. Jing'an Hou. After Mrs. Jing'an worshiped the Buddha, she was replaced by Mrs. Shizi. Mr. Hou was like a good man to the whole family. No one had ever seen him make such a big fire.

  In the place of the prince, the prince of Jing'an, Shao Jingyuan, couldn't get out of bed after being severely beaten. The prince's wife, Mrs. Wang, was sitting beside the bed and giving him medicine.

   "Whoops, take it easy."

   Mrs Wang curled the corners of her mouth lightly: "Sir, why are you making the Lord Hou angry—"

"What do you know!" Before Wang Shi finished speaking, Shao Jingyuan turned his face, because the wounds were still in pain, "Mother is about to be **** off, can't you see? Why is Shao Mingyuan proud of the spring breeze, and the sky is straight up, I have to watch my mother suffer and be dumb?"

  The Wang family does not agree with Shao Jingyuan's words: "Now the world knows that the Hou Ye favored his concubine and killed his wife, and our Hou residence has become the object of the world's pointing, what good is it?"

She is now in charge of the house, and of course she has to think about her three children. When the two brothers discuss marriage in the future, if they say that the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, and they are worried that her son will learn from his grandfather, then he will be a dumb person who eats huanglian. Woolen cloth.

   Shao Jingyuan pushed Wang Shi directly away: "If you don't want to give me medicine, then someone else will do it!"

   "Prince—"

"go out!"

   Mrs Wang closed her eyes, endured her anger, and walked out silently, inviting the housekeeper to ask, "Have you still not eaten well today, Lord Hou?"

   "Yes, the food that was brought in in the morning came out intact."

   Mr. Wang frowned when he heard it: "Master Hou is getting old, and he can't stand it without eating. At noon, you ordered the kitchen to make some digestible food, and I will bring it to Master Hou in person."

   With the temperament of the prince, it might not be good for her when she inherits the title. She still hopes that the prince will live for a few more years.

   At this time, the Marquis of Jing An was staying in the study, and suddenly sat up on the low couch, and instructed the servants who were guarding the door: "Call the third son here."

   (end of this chapter)