Longmen Memoirs

"But they all said that the father does not love the mother and concubine."

"who said it!"

He rarely saw anger on that sad face, and the majesty displayed by that weak woman. He did not speak, as if he was intimidated by this sudden majesty.

Until the woman gently held him in her arms.

"Mother..."

"It's okay, Zheng'er, it's okay, my concubine is just..."

"Don't be afraid, mother and concubine. When Zheng'er grows up, he will leave with his mother and concubine. Zheng'er knows that his mother and concubine don't like this place, and Zheng'er will not make his mother and concubine sad."

"Ah."

He leaned in the woman's arms. That day he saw the faint smile on the corner of the woman's mouth. Her smile was extremely gentle. She would never forget that scene, the days when they depended on each other in the depths of the palace.

Can't forget every day and night.

He can never forget the woman who was always by his side when he fell into the water and fell ill.

Until one day he lost it all.

That woman died quietly. That woman's death shattered all his illusions about the future. That woman's death was like her palace, always so obscure and insignificant.

"It's you!"

King Wu's sword struck the heavy sword.

He pressed down the sword tightly and roared angrily, causing the air waves to fly and blow away everything around him.

Under the black arm armor, his eyes were full of hatred.

"It was you who killed her, Chen Mo. It was you who took away everything that belonged to me."

He seemed to remember something. The swords were colliding, and the blue flame was split by the sword. Chen Mo fell backward and was pressed step by step by the heavy power of the sword.

"Chen Mo...Chen Mo, you have been hiding in Longmen for 20 years, and I have been thinking about you day and night for 20 years."

He smiled so freely, looking at Chen Mo's face amidst the sound of steel clashing between swords.

"Hahaha, if you are Chen Mo, who am I and who should I be!"

[Your mother-in-law died because of you, because you are not his child, you are not my child, and even the word Zheng does not belong to you. Your parents abandoned you, they betrayed me...]

ps: The origin of Chen Mo...

Chapter 28 Brother and younger brother, father and son ([-])

"Your mother-in-law died because of you, because you are not her child, and you are not my child. Even the word "Zheng" does not belong to you. Your parents abandoned you, and they betrayed me..."

That remote palace is always deserted.

The majestic man never stepped foot here, and he never spent time with a woman who might be expecting his arrival.

It wasn't until the woman died that he finally came here.

Looking at the white-decorated palace, looking at the child kneeling on the ground, he waved away the servants, and stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, and the first words he said made him not know how to respond.

He couldn't cry.

He just clenched his thighs tightly and tried to restrain himself and stay calm.

"Your mother-in-law loves you very much. Even if you are not her child, she still loves you. She doesn't even know your origin, but she raised you as her own child."

"……Yes."

"Do you hate me?"

"I don't hate it." He shook his head.

"It's okay to hate." The man turned around and looked down at him kneeling on the ground. "Keep your head up."

He raised his head.

The one who was looking at each other quickly turned away from his disrespectful gaze, but those painful red eyes and his tightly clenched arms still fell into the man's eyes.

He undoubtedly hated it.

But he didn't dare to hate, and he shouldn't hate. He couldn't even find his enemy, and he didn't know who he should hate.

"Since I took the throne, I have never regretted anything. You are like this, and so is your mother-in-law. I have given her everything she deserves. I dare not say that I owe her nothing, but the royal family is born like this. You Do you want to understand?"

"Yes."

"You can hate me, Zheng'er, and you can even use all the methods you can think of to fill up the hatred in your heart. Why not? That's okay. If you can do it, if you can do it, just do it. , but before that, I want to tell you... why do you think you have the right to do this."

He bowed his head.

"...My son dare not."

"I don't dare, it's not [{

He didn't answer.

"Very good. People without courage cannot achieve great things. At least now it seems that your mother-in-law did not die for you in vain. Do you know why she died?" The man asked, looking around the front: "Because you are too Weak, Zheng'er, in this court, in the royal family, in the world, the weak can't protect anyone, and the weak can't control their own destiny, but if you are strong enough, if you can make everyone respect you, even your fate will surrender. In the palm of your hand?"

His lowered head did not rise.

"you understood?"

There is no love, no affection here, and there is nothing here since the death of the mother-in-law.

"Your parents did something wrong. They betrayed me. They will get what they deserve. They also abandoned you, but it doesn't matter. I will not abandon you. Your mother-in-law did not abandon you, but you You failed to protect her because you weren’t strong enough.”

"Zheng'er, from today on, I will teach you how to control my subordinates. I will teach you how to control power. You must grow up quickly and tell those who have betrayed you what they did wrong. Let those who dare to People who are on the opposite side of you, make them realize how ridiculous they really are.”

"...My son understands."

He raised his head and looked directly into the man's eyes without giving in.

Those eyes made the man sigh slightly.

"Cry, cry if you want, send your mother and concubine away, but remember this is the last time."

"My son won't cry."

He gritted his teeth, but the tears failed to flow out of his eyes.

The man looks at him.

smiled.

He always remembered the conversation that day, and what exactly he was to a man, a weapon?A chess piece?A tool?

He doesn't care.

He hid hatred in his heart. He hated the indifference of the court, the impermanence of fate, the injustice of the world, and his own weakness and powerlessness.

Longmen

1085,

The long escape life finally came to a short end in Longmen.

A new home, or a fresh start.

The door was pushed open, and a family of three walked into this brand new home.

"What's wrong?" The man turned around and looked at the woman standing at the door holding the boy.

"Are we staying in Longmen from today on?" the woman asked.

She was a little dazed.

"Ah."

"Will Wei Yanwu really take us in? Dayan won't chase us to Longmen. I'm just a little worried..." The woman turned her head and looked at the child she was holding beside her. The child didn't react at all. He was so demented that he seemed to have no will. .

"Don't worry, Brother Wei will arrange it."

"That's your Brother Wei!"

The woman suddenly said that she had something on her mind and never spoke again.

The man lowered his eyelids.

He said softly: "We can't keep running away like this for the rest of our lives. There is no place for us except Longmen, and this child cannot leave Dayan."

"Child, yes, child." The woman seemed to have remembered something, and he knelt down and held the child next to him in his arms. "Where is our child, Shijie, our child, what will happen to him?"

She is sad【<#

The man was stunned. He opened his mouth but couldn't answer the question.

What will happen to him, is he still alive?Is he still alive and well?

The man could only lower his hands. In this strange city called Longmen, the sunshine outside the window was so bright. It shined through the window sill into the bright and warm room. The sky in Longmen was endless blue.

He put down his luggage.

He gently reached out and held the woman in his arms.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for our children."

"..."

There were tears falling on the man's shoulders, and he heard low sobbing. He didn't dare to make any sound for fear of disturbing his wife in his arms.

"I just miss him a little. I want to know if he is still alive, if he has been wronged, if he is living well..." The woman held the man's shoulder tightly.

"I just……"

She couldn't continue talking anymore, she was in so much pain.

"I know...I know that it's not your fault, it's me. I failed to fulfill my responsibilities as a husband and father. It's also me who failed to fulfill my responsibilities as a son. I'm sorry for you. I I’m also sorry to the Chen family.”

The woman interrupted him.

"Don't say that. The responsibility is shared by us. I don't allow you to think that."

"Can……"

"Stop talking, Shijie, stop talking."

"..."

The man's hand slowly tightened and he looked at the child beside him.

"We will raise this child together, and when he grows up, I will go back with you... No matter what happens in the future, we will face it together."

"Ah."

They looked at the dark-haired child.

His dull eyes.

He opened his mouth, but he could only make meaningless sounds.

The man suddenly remembered the rainy night before leaving, the group of people standing in the pouring rain, looking at him with their lives in their hands, bowing and bowing.

"From now on, we will entrust him to you."

"Commander Chen, for the sake of my great prosperity and the peace and tranquility of my people, please... accept my respects."

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"Chen Mo, they really chose a good name for you."

King Wu's sword pressed down firmly.

The edge of the sword lies across the edge of the heavy sword.

He grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and pressed towards Chen Mo little by little, stepping on the broken earth. His expression became more ferocious and indifferent.

The black eyes seemed to sparkle with a crazy light.

Chen Mo held the heavy sword with both hands, the ground was cracking, and they could see each other's faces clearly in the wind pressure rising between the sword blades.

The heavy silver knife continued to move downwards, and the heavy blade fell on Chen Mo's shoulder.

The fight between knives and swords tore apart the deep night.

The flames swept down, and King Wu's power was like a furious beast. He tore open the edge composed of flames.