Time is slow

   Chapter 653 Openness and honesty

   "Father, are you looking for me?" When Shao Xiyuan walked into the study, he saw the Marquis of Jing An pacing back and forth in the study with his hands behind his back.

   Hearing the sound, the Marquis of Jing An stopped and waved to Shao Xiyuan: "Xiyuan, come here."

   Shao Xiyuan walked up to the Marquis of Jing'an, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

   "Xiyuan, I remember you mentioned to me a few years ago that you plan to study at Bailu Academy?"

   Bailu Academy is located in Heyu County. Although it is incomparable with official schools such as Guozijian, it has a relaxed atmosphere and pays more attention to one's all-round development. It is especially famous for riding and archery.

   Shao Xiyuan was taken aback when he heard the sudden mention of this by the Marquis of Jing An: "Yes, father."

  Jing'an Hou stretched out his hand and patted Shao Xiyuan's shoulder: "Go back and pack up, and go in the next two days."

   "Father—" Shao Xiyuan couldn't believe his ears.

  Even before he rubbed his father several times, he didn't agree, so why did he suddenly let go?

   "What are you doing stupidly, you haven't gone back to pack your things."

   "Father, didn't you say before that Bailu Academy is too far away, so you won't let me go."

  Jing'an Hou was silent for a moment, then explained with a smile: "Before you were too young, I was afraid that you would be naughty and mischievous away from your parents, but now you are old, it's time to go out and learn more."

   Shao Xiyuan was happy: "Then I'll go back and pack my things."

   "Go, go, I'll send the old housekeeper to accompany you. Ask him more if you're undecided."

   "Hey, my son knows." Shao Xiyuan rushed to the door and stopped suddenly.

  Jingan Hou raised his eyebrows.

   "Father, don't be angry about Big Brother, he certainly didn't mean to—"

  Jing An Hou smiled reluctantly: "Come on, I'm not angry, since things have already happened, it's useless to be angry."

   Shao Xiyuan smiled: "Just don't get angry, the son is gone."

   When Shao Xiyuan left, the study was silent and dead, and the Marquis of Jingan sat for a long time and ordered someone to invite Shao Mingyuan.

   Not long after, Shao Mingyuan came to Jing'an Houfu.

   "Master Hou, Second Young Master is here."

   "Invite him in."

   The steward took Shao Mingyuan to the study of the Marquis of Jing'an, and quietly exited and closed the door after being signaled by Marquis of Jing'an.

   With the sound of creaking, the study door slowly closed, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed. The Marquis of Jing An sat in the backlight, unable to see the expression on his face.

   "Father." Shao Mingyuan greeted him politely.

   Looking at Fengshen's handsome second son, Jing'an Hou's eyes warmed and he said in a hoarse voice, "Ming Yuan is here, come and sit."

  Shao Mingyuan walked over and sat down opposite the Marquis of Jing'an.

  Jing'an Hou carefully looked at his second son.

   Shao Mingyuan did not show any excess emotions on his face, and let the Marquis of Jingan look at it.

   After a long time, there was a sigh in the dimly lit study: "My son has really grown up."

"Father-"

  Jing'an Hou waved his hand: "Listen to me."

  Shao Mingyuan stopped talking, leaned forward and listened carefully.

   "Ming Yuan, you have been a proud son of heaven for 20 years, and suddenly you hear that you are the son of a foreigner, don't you feel bad?"

  Shao Mingyuan said silently for a moment: "People have many choices in life, only birth can't choose. Father doesn't have to worry about me, I have already figured it out."

   After knowing his origin, he could tell himself that the cold eyes his mother treated him in those years was not because he was not good enough.

  The Marquis of Jing An looked at Shao Mingyuan deeply, his eyes flashed with water, and he sighed: "Yes, people have many choices in this life, and even the way of death can be chosen, but you can't choose your origin, you can't choose your parents."

  Shao Mingyuan was silent, but he was worried in his heart.

  Father is not a person who likes to sigh in his impression. My father is a military general, and he has something in common with most generals. He is not good at speaking and is simple and straightforward.

   Could it be that his father called him here today for something else?

   "Father, do you have something to say to me?"

  Jing'an Hou was slightly startled, and then sighed softly: "Ming Yuan, your eldest brother and your third brother are not as good as you."

   "Father says so, son is ashamed—"

The Marquis of Jing'an smiled and seemed determined not to hesitate: "Ming Yuan, you don't need to be ashamed, it's not surprising that your eldest brother and third brother are not as good as you, because your father is such an outstanding person, and you are his son. , of course it won't be much worse."

   Shao Mingyuan suddenly changed color: "Father, what do you mean by that?"

After the words were spoken, the later words of the Jinganhou became smoother: "Since the rumor that you are the outer chamber son spread, I knew that this matter could not be concealed. Mingyuan, listen carefully, you are from Zhenyuanhou. orphan."

   "Marquis of Zhenyuan?" Shao Mingyuan murmured these three words, and a huge daze came over him, as if a huge wave drowned him, and even his breathing hurt.

"Yes, it is the ever-victorious general who once guarded Shanhaiguan. Twenty-one years ago, in the fifth year of Mingkang, Lanshan took advantage of the aftermath of King Su's rebellion to join the Duke of Zhenyuan. The emperor Longyan was furious and issued an decree. Zhuzhen Yuanhou and the whole family..." Jing'an Hou told the past twenty years ago, and stopped after talking for nearly an hour.

Shao Mingyuan was stunned, and murmured, "You mean, I'm actually the son of the Marquis of Zhenyuan. I was rescued by you and a few noblemen back then. Even the great scholar Qiao Zhuo knew that I was the orphan of Marquis Zhenyuan. Betroth my granddaughter to me?"

Jingyuan Hou nodded heavily: "Yes. It was possible to save you at the beginning without the help of Mr. Qiao. Ming Yuan, it can be said that your life was exchanged by many people. I saw you fighting against the Tartars all these years. , defending the family and the country, it is very gratifying to be a father. We know that it is all worth it."

   Shao Mingyuan's face changed suddenly, his tone trembled slightly: "Father, then...then your original second son..."

   Having said that, Shao Mingyuan couldn't go on.

   He couldn't imagine how if his father really exchanged his own son's life for his life, how would he pay for it for the rest of his life.

  Jing Yuanhou smiled lightly, his eyes full of love: "It's not what you think. That child was indeed born weak and died shortly after birth."

  Shao Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his heart and hung up again: "That mother—"

The Marquis of Jing'an gave a wry smile: "I'm sorry that your mother came first. Our second son died. At that time, your mother had a bloodbath after giving birth, and I didn't even look at the child. I thought you were used to push the child quietly. It's the best of both worlds. It's a pity that I underestimated the sensitivity of a mother who found out early that you are not our second son."

The Marquis of Jing'an closed his eyes, his eyes full of desolation: "Lanshan is as cunning as a fox, and has never given up on tracking down your whereabouts in the early years. I don't even dare to make up the lie that you are an illegitimate child, lest I leak any information and let him see the clues. Who knows that human beings are not as good as gods. After your mother told me about it, I had to infer that you were a foreigner and sent your mother to the Buddhist temple, but I didn’t expect that it would end up in your elder brother’s hands. "

   Thank you for the love ^^, the joy of being alone is worse than the joy of others, and the peace charm for traveling and rewarding in fantasy, and thanks to the book friends who voted.

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