I don’t know if it’s because the ancestral hall is too quiet, or because Wen Qiong and this are the ones who killed him.
This slap in the face seemed to completely disturb the tranquility of the room. The atmosphere between father and son immediately lost two points of solemnity and solemnity just now, and became more of a tense tension.
Wen Liang never expected that his father would suddenly take action. He was caught off guard and was slapped to the ground, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
But having received such a punishment last time, Wen Liang did not feel embarrassed by this slap, "Father, is he so angry?!"
Wen Qiongyu didn't know what to say about his son for a while, so he could only point at him with trembling fingers, his beard trembling, but in the end he didn't say a word.
Wen Liang simply spread his legs and sat on the futon, not wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, not arranging his messy hair, but just looking at it coldly.
Then he saw Wen Qiongyu slowly put down his hand and turned to look at the densely packed memorial tablets over there.
Wen Liang simply relaxed his posture and waited for Wen Qiong to teach him the next lesson.
But no, Wen Qiongyu just stood in front of the tablet with his back to him, motionless.
He waited for a long time, but didn't get a response from the other party, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
The light outside the window gradually dimmed, and the ancestral hall was already a bit cold. The complete silence now seemed to make the coldness sink again, as if it was buried in people's bones.
Under the dim light, the golden and engraved writings on the black mountain-like tablet were gradually blurred, leaving only the shadowy outlines.
Inexplicably, a sense of fear slowly grew in Wen Liang's heart, as if there was an old man with a similar face sitting on top of him, looking at him solemnly.
Originally, he felt that there was nothing wrong with him sitting casually like this, but slowly and unconsciously, he knelt back, and some uneasiness gradually emerged from his slight fear.
The night became thicker, as thick as ink that had not been broken out, covering it bit by bit from the roof. In the end, Wen Liang felt that he was completely trapped in this world.
There was only my father's tall back in front of me, and the ancestral tablets that had been placed in front of him for many, many years. At this time, the boundaries between each one could no longer be seen, as if a dark mountain was pressing down from above, carrying the years and years.
The weight of history actually made Wen Liang feel a little breathless.
"Brother Liang, do you know when the ancestor at the top was born and died?"
Wen Qiongyu's voice was hazy in this night, and it felt like it was hard to hear it clearly.
Wen Liang's heart trembled suddenly, and he corrected his attitude unconsciously, "I... don't know."
"Mr. Wen Xian, he was a Jinshi in the 18th year of Tianyu's reign in the previous dynasty. He was ranked among the top 35 and the first scholar in our Wen family. Do you know the price behind this?"
Wen Liang didn't speak. He had never understood this before and could only remain silent.
"Our hometown is in Shanxi. The travel expenses from a mountain village like Shanxi to the capital were earned by the people from several houses in the family who scrimped on food and clothing. Everyone in the family, old and young, lived by chewing tree bark. Mr. Wen Xian
I was afraid of wearing a pair of cloth shoes on the road and being ridiculed by people in the capital, so I walked barefoot to the bottom of the imperial city in straw sandals and then put on cloth shoes."
Wen Liang looked at the tablet with unclear handwriting and was a little surprised. Was there such a poor person among his ancestors of the Wen family?
"Do you think it's all over after passing the exam?" Wen Qiongyu pointed to the tablet and said, "With no connections at home and a lot of dirty ideas, how do you know what officialdom is and what officialdom is? In just more than ten years, you have been regarded as an official.
The scapegoat is dismissed from office."
Wen Liang became more and more stunned, and Wen Qiongyu continued to point out, "Wen Xiangong's lifelong efforts only gave the Wen family a chance to get out of the ravine. Do you know how many people here can't make it even after a lifetime of hard work?"
Passed the threshold of seventh grade.
And the environment you are in now was obtained with the blood and sweat of generations in the past. Only the descendants of the Wen family can maintain the glory of our family by advancing generation by generation. This is the responsibility of each generation of the descendants of the Wen family.
You said that you are the legitimate son of the eldest son, and you said that studying hard is enough? Do you have the awareness in your heart that you are the legitimate son and the heir to the Wen family?"
Wen Qiongyu's voice was not loud, as if it contained some kind of power. It seemed that he was not asking Wen Liang, but the ancestors of the Wen family behind the tablets in front of him were asking him.
There were some emotions in his heart that he had never felt before, which made him feel inexplicably agitated.
He spoke again, most of his original surly mood gone, "But what else can I do? Didn't my father say that all I need to do is study hard? I have been studying hard, but why, my father always treats me badly?
Not satisfied?"
Wen Qiongyu finally turned around. In the darkness, Wen Liang couldn't see his eyes clearly, but he could feel those two eyes falling on him, making him unable to avoid them.
"Reading is to read with your heart. Books are for reading, not just for taking exams. If you really can't apply what you have learned, then it's okay for you to just study hard and concentrate on it. But you just study at the same time.
Do you think you are using all your energy to stir up trouble at the same time?"
Seeing a hint of dissatisfaction on Wen Liang's expression, Wen Qiongyu asked: "Then the second daughter of the Qiao family, how did you get together with her? Marriage is the order of parents, and the defense between men and women, what have you learned?
Gone?
If it weren't for Qiao Yuning, how could you have fallen into the dispute between the two sisters? Even if you really feel that you belong, you should make it clear to your elders. How about it? The elders in your family are not as reliable as a woman you have known for a few days?
"
Wen Liang opened his mouth and was speechless. He always felt that he and Qiao Yuning were in love with each other, but it was only because of someone who interfered that they got to the current situation step by step.
But his father's words at this moment seemed to have suddenly opened a crack in his chaotic past, letting in a few rays of light. He refused to admit that he seemed to have really done something wrong in the past.
"Besides, Princess Jiahe, when that incident happened between you and Princess Jiahe, I don't care how many people were involved in the matter. As long as it's such a long way from where you are to the garden, you didn't notice anything was wrong. That means that you
Not alert enough.
Moreover, what day was that day and what state were you in? The garden was full of women. As long as you had any sense of clarity, you should have known that you could not go to that place, so your marriage to Princess Jiahe was considered a conspiracy.
, you yourself are also responsible."
"father……"
Regarding the marriage to Princess Jiahe, Wen Liang felt aggrieved. He had never thought that this was how his father saw it.
Wen Qiongyu ignored his grievance and continued: "As for this time, do you know where the mistake was?"