palm river mountain

Chapter 179 The Man Who Killed His Father
"I received the news that my father was seriously ill, so I hurried to Suzhou."

As Cui Zi further spoke, his expression became a little dazed.

Suzhou that day, like previous seasons, was misty and rainy.

Mother loves rainy days.

He and his mother did not live in the Jiangnan Prince's Mansion, but in a separate courtyard.It was the place where King Cheng lived in Suzhou City in the past, and it was also the place where his mother lived when she was young.

Many unknown flowers and plants were planted in the yard, and they were not expensive at all. There were many morning glories wrapped around the thorn bushes, and they bloomed extraordinarily beautifully in the morning.

Mother likes to sit on an old wooden swing. The swing was built for her by her grandfather Cheng Wang.

Because it often rains in Suzhou, a pavilion like a huge oil-paper umbrella is erected above the swing.

Her father would stand behind her, gently push her, and then shout at him, "Zigeng, why are you so slow, your mother wants to eat mulberries."

When he was young, he stood under the mulberry tree full of anger, jumped up with difficulty, and the mist and rain fell on his face, moistening the ground.

"Didn't you learn lightness kung fu? A martial arts practitioner can't even pick mulberries? Remember, don't stain your hands with juice."

He was sweating profusely, looked at his mother swinging on the swing, and jumped up again.

In the end, the family of three sat near the swing and ate mulberries, their mouths and tongues turned pale from eating.When the mother had had enough, she would take mulberries and dye his and his father's nails.

One big and one small sat on the small stools, with the same sad faces.

But no one moved.

After the mother had fun, the father and son would use the hands dyed with mulberries to grab the long sword and make gestures in the rain.

And the mother would pick up a book and read it quietly, vaguely, as if she could still hear the quiet singing of the singer on the nearby lake.

It was still a misty and rainy day, and the clothes on his body seemed to be filled with wet moisture.

He was in a hurry to return to the city, and as soon as he entered Suzhou City, he went straight to the other courtyard.

Since his mother passed away, his father hadn't set foot here for a long time. It wasn't until his illness worsened in the past six months that he asked someone to move here.

Along the way, weeds are overgrown, and unknown small wild flowers on the side of the road are blooming very well, and the stars are dotted.The birds were singing, and the mulberry trees not far away were covered with fruits, which seemed to block out the sky.

Everything seems to be no different from previous years.

It's just that the swing frame is empty, and the owner is no longer there.

Cui Zi didn't have time to feel sad, and went straight to the main courtyard, "Father, I'm back."

……

"Father was lying on the bed with a dagger stuck in his chest. The room was in a mess, and the medicine bowl was knocked over on the ground. The medicine stained the scriptures written by my father."

Duan Yi took a sip of the wine, groped in her sleeve pocket, and finally found a dried apricot. She tore the dried apricot in half, and stuffed half into Cui Zigeng's hand, "Appetizers !Drinking dry is easy to get drunk."

"So it's your father, please make your elder brother the son of the King of Jiangnan. The person who made the layout, even the script of the story, has been written for you."

"The old father is seriously ill. You rushed back to visit him, only to find out that your father, who has always loved you, wanted to pass on the throne to your elder brother. But your father, at the critical moment, was clear about it. No matter how insufficient a son-in-law is, he is still a noble person."

"As for the bastard... pets have been used to people for a long time, and they really treat themselves as human beings, giving birth to delusions. How can a bastard inherit the good Jiangnan way?"

"After hearing the taunting words, you were furious. You had a conflict with your father. You swept everything on the table to the ground, knocked over the medicine bowl, and dirty the notebook. But your father said that as long as he doesn't die , How many such notebooks do you want, how many can you write!

"You are a tyrannical person. You committed countless murders in Dingzhou City back then. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are a cold-blooded devil who kills without batting an eye. What is so unusual about such a person killing his father?"

"Hearing your father's words, you showed your murderous intent, took out your dagger, and killed your father. At this moment, someone happened to come in and witnessed your father's death."

Cui Zi listened even more, and smiled wryly, "You seem to be standing at the scene."

Duan Yi patted him on the shoulder, "That's not it, I was still thinking, when the war is over, I will build bridges and build roads, and write a storybook at the same time, maybe I can make a big profit for Mr. Qi at that time." Here comes the coffin."

"My father's big maid, Ziyan, happened to bring a group of uncles to visit her. And my father's personal soldier, Cui Shi, said that after hearing the quarrel between my father and me, he felt that he was guarding the door and stealing. He didn't listen properly, so he went out of the yard to avoid..."

"Cui Shi has been by my father's side for many years, and once joined my Xuanying Army. He is a clear-cut stander who stands on my side and opposes my elder brother. No one will doubt what he says."

"In this way, the story you guessed will come true. Cui Shi's words have closed a big loophole in the story. When I entered the house, my father was actually dead."

"Stories are nothing, if I can't sleep, who would listen to you tell these stories?" Duan Yi said, and then patted Cui Zigeng on the shoulder, "No one cares about the truth of the story, what everyone cares about is Winners and losers."

Cui Zi pointed to his shoulder, "It's swollen."

Duan Yi shyly moved her hand away, cleared her throat, picked up another piece of firewood, and stuffed it into the fire indiscriminately.

Changed the subject and said, "And then? If I were your brother, I would kill you directly. Cutting the grass does not remove the root, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates."

Cui Zigeng opened his mouth, Duan Yi glanced at it, and quickly raised his hand, "I know, but you have to say again, no place is monolithic!"

She said, pretending to touch her non-existent beard, "The old man always talks over and over again like this. It seems that every time he speaks earnestly, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of your eyes."

Cui Zi is more serious.

No, he is inseparable from the elderly, uncles, and elders, isn't he?
However, he really wanted to say that Jiangnan Road is not monolithic.

Thinking of this, he said with some embarrassment, "As I said before, there are two types of soldiers in Jiangnan Dongdao. One is the Jiangnan army under my father, and the other is my Xuanying army."

"My father has two generals under his command. One of them is called Cui Huo, who is my third uncle and my father's concubine brother. The other is named Zhou Daoyuan. It's like the envoy Su asked Zhao Chuanshen to assist Su Yun. I My father also confused my third uncle Cui and joined the Xuanying Army."

Duan Yi was not surprised to hear this.

Wherever someone is born capable of fighting, there must be someone to teach and assist them.Art of war or something, you can learn from military books, and pray for the 36 tricks in the doctor's stomach to make them fly.

But if there was a real war, Gu Congrong might have pierced him with a single shot.

Veterans like Cui Huo and Zhao Chuanshen not only have considerable prestige in the army, but also have a lot of experience. They are simply indispensable family heirlooms for the second generation ancestors.

"Cui Huo voted for your brother?"

Cui Zigeng came to Jiannan, and there was no such person as Cui Huo around him, and it was the first time he mentioned this name.

(End of this chapter)