If the biological mother of this Lord were still alive, Daoist idiots would willingly support her because of morality and righteousness, remembering the pain of ten-month pregnancy. However, the so-called father only provided a few sperm, and did not suffer the pain of pregnancy, and had no grace to raise her.
I really can’t feel any gratitude.
When Wang Qinghong faced his own contradictions, he was both happy and annoyed. It was not that he didn't know it, he just didn't take it to heart.[]
The anger in the old monk's eyes was clearly visible, and the veins on his forehead were popping up. The Taoist idiot took two steps forward, took the old monk's hand covered with age spots, and said: "Master, even if we are blood relatives, we must pay attention to fate. Why do we need to do this?"
If you force yourself to do so, it will only increase your worries?"
The old monk's expression gradually became calmer, and the anger all over his body turned into melancholy. He sighed quietly and said: "Ignorant and foolish woman, the twelve families have no heirs, and the first fault is the Wang Cui family."
"Master, I am happy to come out today. Lord of Heaven and Earth, dear master, when I return to that home, there will be three big mountains above my head. You can use the word 'filial piety' to control me and prevent me from being free. If you jump out today, you will take advantage."
It's me." Dao Chi said bluntly.
The old monk looked at the Taoist idiot and said nothing for a long time.
He saw that Dao Chi really didn't have any resentment or nostalgia. How could such a cold-tempered child take the initiative to beg for family affection? But under the cold appearance of this child, there was a soft heart. If he didn't feel malicious, he wouldn't do it.
Such a decision.
"I was wrong." The old monk said slowly, "Even if I want you to go down the mountain, you shouldn't be in such a hurry. Make arrangements in the morning."
Dao Chi was silent for a while and said: "Master, is there a family with no heirs in the clan?"
The old monk looked at Dao Chi for a while and said, "Have you decided?"
According to the worldly filial piety, even if the Taoist idiot moves out of the twelve-household house, he is still the grandson of the twelve-household house, and the elders have the power to arrange everything for him, including his private property, marriage, and future.
Only by adopting an adopted family and severing the relationship between father and son can we get rid of this shackles.
The old monk's eyes were full of disappointment, but not for Dao Chi, but for Twelve Fangs. After a few days, what kind of injustice did Dao Chi suffer that made him want to cut off this flesh-and-blood relationship without any hesitation?
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Seeing the old monk's expression, the Taoist idiot knew that he had misunderstood, and said: "In the past few days, the Twelve Fang has not treated me badly, it's just a little selfish on my part. I don't want to be restrained by family ties, and I want to take a shortcut in my official career."
"A shortcut to official career?" the old monk asked puzzledly.
The Taoist Chi said: "Master, Prince Xing's Mansion would like to select a companion for the crown prince from among the gentry's children."
The old monk thought for a while, shook his head and said: "You are not short-sighted. You want to be a minor official who looks down on the eighth or ninth rank of the palace. Even if the reputation of the palace is good, the vassal king is the vassal king. What's the use of being close to him?
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The Taoist idiot said slowly: "Master, Prince Xing is the eldest son of Master Chenghua, the eldest brother of Master Hongzhi, and now the eldest uncle..."
The old monk slowly widened his eyes and his expression became serious.
The rules of royal family succession in the Ming Dynasty have always been strict. In the "eldest son" inheritance system, there are direct descendants and no direct descendants. There is no such thing as "establishing love" or "establishing virtuous people".
If any of the major royal palaces dare to establish an heir beyond the throne, they will be severely punished, and in serious cases, they may even be expelled from the title.
Although he has been on the throne for more than ten years and has no children yet, few people turn their attention to the vassal king. After all, he is still less than thirty and in his prime, so there is no issue of succession for the time being.
The old monk also thought of the emperor's age, frowned and said, "Are you thinking too far ahead? I am in my prime now, and I am afraid that within ten or eight years, I will not be involved in the issue of establishing an heir."
After ten or eight years, when the emperor really wants to establish an heir, even if he chooses from Prince Xing's palace, he will be selected from the whole generation of his descendants, so it is not easy to take advantage of the situation.
The Taoist Chi whispered: "Master, I was born into wealth and indulged in pleasure. I am afraid it will not take ten or eight years to decide on big things."
The old monk's eyes slowly bloomed with radiance. He looked at Dao Chi, his eyes full of joy, and smiled: "Chi'er's gaze is no longer limited to Chu Di. It's very good, very good. I will naturally help you!"
The Taoist idiot knew that although the old monk was reclusive in Zen, he still had affection for the Wang family, so he said seriously: "Master, although I jumped out of the twelfth room, I am still a descendant of the Wang family. As long as I live, I will do my best to
Do your best for the Wang family."
The old monk shook his head and said: "The family is the support of the children, and should not be a burden. You don't have to worry about protecting me. As long as you rise to the top, the Wang family will eventually prosper because of you..."
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In the upper room of the main courtyard of Wang's house, Wang Qinghong looked at a silver ingot on the table next to him with a dark face.
Lancao knelt and whispered, her body trembling slightly, her chin touching her chest.
"He didn't say anything else?" Wang Qinghong gritted his teeth and said.
Lancao said: "No, I just said that the silver was left by the fourth young master, and the master knew it well."
Wang Qinghong said angrily: "You bastard..."
Seeing that her husband was really angry, Mrs. Wang Yang felt very complicated. After all, she didn't want him to be embarrassed in front of the servants. She waved her hand and sent Lan Cao and the other two standing maids to leave, and said softly: "Silang is young.
After listening to a few words outside the house, I felt a little aggrieved. There was no explanation for being left outside for more than ten years; now the old lady wants to kick him out again. Even adults can't bear it, let alone
It's a child."
Wang Qinghong looked slightly relieved and said: "Even if it is so, it should not be so unruly." At this point, he pointed at the silver ingot and said: "What does this mean? You can't treat your home as an inn, thinking that he has paid three
If you pay for daily meals, you can go away with your neck straight...I am his father, this unruly bastard..."
If in front of the old lady, Wang Qinghong still felt guilty for his concubine, but when he saw the silver ingot, he only felt angry.
According to his idea, since he is a descendant, it doesn't matter if he suffers some injustice in the face of filial piety. The reason why the Taoist idiot cannot bear the injustice is just because he grew up outside. After all, he has become wild and has not learned the rules.
Leaving him without saying goodbye made his parents worried, which was obviously a violation of filial piety. The little guilt he felt towards Dao Chi turned into displeasure.
Wang Yang's temperament, although she disdained to inflict trouble on a child, she had no intention of going against her mother-in-law and insisting on keeping the Taoist idiot at home.
Before she was a wife or a daughter-in-law, she was still a mother. Regardless of whether the horoscope theory was true or not, after the old lady repeatedly emphasized it, she also felt a taboo in her heart. Children were her lifeblood. If she was angry with her mother-in-law for a moment,
If she puts her children in danger, she is not worthy of being a mother.
Therefore, she hesitated and said: "Sir, after all, the old lady is getting old, and the dog days are coming again. I don't dare to make the old lady angry, so I'd better give more advice..."
After hearing this, Wang Qinghong couldn't help frowning and said: "It's not like you don't know the old lady's paranoia. If it hadn't been for the old lady... I wouldn't have accepted Guifang... But I am innocent, and in the past ten years, I have
As a father, I have failed to fulfill my responsibility of raising Shiro. I have already failed Shiro. I have only brought him back for a few days. How can I drive him away again and let my tribe see me..."
After hearing this, Wang Yang felt extremely depressed.
Can she be forced to take a concubine, or can she be forced to consummate a marriage and sow the seeds? She knew very well that her husband was ashamed and made all kinds of promises to her back then, but he didn't stop him from doting on his second wife when he turned around.
He is like this every time, always helpless and innocent, and his mistakes are the fault of others.
Wang Yang was about to persuade her husband to agree to the old lady's words but swallowed her words. She knew that her husband would choose that way without her own persuasion.
As a filial son, no matter how helpless and intolerable the husband is, he will eventually comply with the old lady's wishes, just like he did twelve years ago when he took a concubine "with all the grievances and grievances"...
Mrs. Wang Yang lowered her head and fiddled with the gemstone ring on her finger, her mouth full of sarcasm...
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