Eight Hundred and Fifty-One: Fanwai, My Husband-in-Law Is a Guardian (2) [Seventh Festival]

Wan Yue entered the young man's study room, and found that the huge study room was filled with bookshelves, and there were countless books stacked on the bookshelves.

"A lot——" Wan Yue opened her small mouth slightly in shock, and forgot to close it for a long time.

"Father's collection of books." The young man's voice was filled with a smile and a hint of showing off, as if he was very proud.

This was the first time Wan Yue heard the young man talk about his family.

Unknowingly, Wan Yue has been here for half a year, and the deadline agreed with Iceman is coming soon.

Wan Yue was so restless that she couldn't even concentrate on her daily studies, so she was quickly spotted by the youth.

"If you don't like learning, give it up, why bother to force yourself?"

Hearing Wan Yue's playing in a mess, a little anger flashed across the young man's face.

Wan Yue lowered her head, frustrated and faltering, expressing the worries in her heart.

"Just for this?" The young man was surprised.

Wan Yue said, "If Mr. Lang doesn't like it, then the Iceman will naturally send me back. At that time... I will definitely be sold by my aunt again."

The young man sat beside the piano case, wondering what he was thinking.

"In my whole life, I'm afraid that I will be next to the emperor's mausoleum, and I will never leave it for half a step." The young man sighed, "You are still young, so I will tell that woman to help you arrange the marriage. She is the most beautiful woman in the world." An obedient lackey who takes orders from the most powerful man in the world."

Wan Yue didn't know why the young man wanted to live in seclusion near the imperial mausoleum, looking at this appearance, there seemed to be his own reasons as well as external constraints.

After more than half a year, the young man's largest range of activities was only near the imperial mausoleum, he never spent the night outside, and he would come back when it was dark.

"But, but... If Wan Yue covets your husband's appearance, will he never look down on anyone else?"

Jiang Chao is open-minded, and it is not uncommon for a woman to woo a man and confess her love.

If it was put in the troubled times twenty or thirty years ago, Wan Yue at this age would be able to start a family.

"You are young."

"Twelve in a few days, and eighteen in a few years, not too young."

After rounding up, it is an adult!

Wan Yue mustered up her courage,

She knew that there was no better person in the world than the young man in front of her.

The young man was dumbfounded, facing Wan Yue who was a round younger than him, he didn't say anything.

To him, she was just a naive child.

Wan Yue lived with the young man in the mountain behind the imperial mausoleum for nearly six years, and in the blink of an eye, she has become a slim and beautiful woman.

The youth is still the same, except that the outline is more mature, and time seems to have forbidden him.

On this day, she went out to pick some fruits that she had grown, and when she returned home, she found many exquisite chariots and horses outside the courtyard.

She moved forward anxiously, but was not stopped.

Wan Yue saw the "Iceman" from a few years ago, the other party was wearing a blouse with blue clothes and white chrysanthemums, looking very capable.

"Who are you?" Wan Yue held the basket, feeling uneasy in her heart.

The other party also looked at her, and it took a while to recognize the girl from many years ago.

"The eldest lady is talking to Mr. Erlang inside, just wait with me."

"Iceman" nodded and smiled at her, and Man Yue became even more nervous.

The "big lady" in it, is that his family?

Strange to say, since seeing the young man at the beginning of Wanchu until now, he has always been wearing plain clothes, a plain forehead and a belt, and he even avoids the smell of oil in his daily meals... If he is keeping his filial piety for his family, he will not As for Yishou, it is six or seven years, right?

Standing on the porch, Wan Yue relied on her good hearing to faintly hear the conversations in the room.

"After a few years, have you reflected on it?"

It was a woman who spoke, her voice was slightly hoarse, with an inexplicably strong aura.

The young man sneered, "I have nothing to reflect on."

The woman said, "To this day, don't you feel that you are wrong?"

The young man kept his mouth shut, but Wan Yue's heart tightened inexplicably.

Although she didn't know what happened to the young man's family, she had been with him for many years, and she could often see the remorse and frustration in his eyes.

The young man's voice raised a few degrees, and he said, "Do you think I'm wrong? Jiang Yan, you take advantage of all the good things in the world, why do I have to be labeled as 'rebellious' by you even if I ask for an explanation! Sister and brother of the same mother, you have power over the world, and I am just the son of concubine Teng. You have been taught by her carefully, but I have been secretly ridiculed. Jiang Yan, how can I do worse than you? You were born as the proud son of heaven , My identity was wiped out when I was born, and I was defined as a dead person... Has she ever asked me how I feel?"

Wan Yue was terrified like a frightened bird. She had known the young man for so many years, when had she seen him in such a violent mood.

The woman in the room said calmly, "In the final analysis, you still feel uneasy."

"Yes!" the young man said, "I'd rather receive the decree and commit suicide in front of the palace, and I don't want to spend my whole life behind this imperial mausoleum!"

The woman sighed, "I thought that since you have lived here for a long time, you should be able to calm down and reflect on the situation back then. The Tai Tuo has high hopes for you, and your mother has high expectations for you, but you only know how to be petty. Do you want an explanation? The price of speaking is too heavy."

The young man didn't answer, but there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the room, as if someone threw something on the table to the ground.

"Jiang Yan, you put it lightly. She never looked at me... not even a glance..."

If they don't know the truth, young people can muddle through. In any case, he is also the only son of the imperial concubine and Taifu. Even though he is only the bastard son of Teng concubine, he can live a happy life. However, the truth is cruel, he is actually the emperor's son, who was posthumously named Prince Zhang Zuo.

Two identities, one land and one sky.

He couldn't understand why he was deprived of his identity as soon as he was born?

Since he will be rejected and abandoned as soon as he is born, it is better not to give birth to him.

There is such a disparity in treatment for a compatriot of the same mother!

He was indeed naive and ignorant at that time, being deceived by others, he suspected that his biological father was not his biological father, but a traitor who secretly stole the prince.

He mistakenly regarded his biological father as an enemy, and later found out that... the person who deprived him of his identity behind the scenes was none other than the Nine-Five Supreme.

Before he could recover from such a huge truth, one blow after another hit him, making his eyes stare.

The biological father insisted that he was pretending to be Prince Zhang Zuo, and before he could argue, he drew his sword and committed suicide.

When the young man received the news, his eyes went dark, and he felt that the sky was falling apart, and he could no longer hear other voices.

The biological mother who was said to have passed away woke up again, and under the terrified gaze of civil and military officials, she methodically cleaned up a bunch of chaotic parties, those who should be arrested and killed, and those who were arrogant and proud not long ago have been sent to prison , but he, the "mastermind", was left aside, and he didn't even look at him... Until his biological mother died of a critical illness, he didn't receive any words to deal with him.

Like a buffoon, he has been ignored so far.

"Haven't you looked at it?" The woman smiled, "It turns out that you think so. Then do you want to listen to my heart?"

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