Fang Yun's consciousness was floating in the darkness, and he didn't know how long it took before he finally stopped. A faint fire burned in the darkness, warming his soul and allowing him to gradually regain some sanity.
"Master Yang, how is the child doing?"
An anxious voice came from the darkness, seemingly far away but also close.
"Who is this voice? Why do I feel so familiar and missing?"
Fang Yun thought in a daze. Before he could think of the answer, he heard another old voice coming from the darkness. The voice responded with a mixture of humility and respect:
"Madam, the young prince suffered a blunt blow to the head, so he fainted. As long as he rests for a while, he will be fine."
"What the hell is going on? Shouldn't I be dead?"
Fang Yun's consciousness was floating in the darkness, thinking in a daze.
"Well, it's fine. Mr. Yang, I'm sorry to trouble you. Uncle Liang, go to the accountant and pay some money to Mr. Yang."
The voice said again.
There was a sound of footsteps in the darkness, which gradually faded away until it was silent. The fire continued to burn in the darkness, constantly warming Fang Yun, making his consciousness more and more clear and powerful.
Familiar voices, familiar conversations, and a strong impulse filled my chest.
"Who are they? Why are they so familiar?"
A strong pain and boundless longing burned in his soul, and Fang Yun suddenly had a strong impulse to see the owner of that voice. He wanted to jump up and open his eyes.
As if sensing his strong thoughts, the warm fire suddenly exploded in the darkness, and a portal appeared in the darkness, and inside the portal was boundless light.
Fang Yun's consciousness suddenly rushed into the light, and the next moment, Fang Yun finally opened his eyes...
In the soft light, a beautiful woman appeared in Fang Yun's eyes. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, frowning slightly, looking at him with worry and remorse. The beautiful woman was in her thirties or forties.
There was a jade hairpin on her head, and there were some tears hanging on her long eyelashes, as if she had just cried.
"mother……"
Fang Yun stared at the beautiful woman in a daze, and shouted out the name almost in a dream. Boundless longing burst out in the center, and Fang Yun wanted to rush up and hug the beautiful woman. But he was afraid, afraid that this would happen.
A dream. He was afraid that the moment he held her in his arms, she would burst like a bubble.
"Yun'er, you finally woke up..."
Hearing this call, the woman finally came back to her senses. Her long eyebrows finally stretched out, and her face revealed an expression of tears of joy.
"Mom, is it really you?"
Fang Yun opened his eyes wide and looked at his mother in disbelief. His mother's face looked much younger than in his memory.
"The child is my mother, my mother..."
Fang Yun's reaction fell into the woman's eyes, and her stretched eyebrows frowned again. She seemed to have thought of something, and a worried look appeared on her face again. She hugged Fang Yun.
Familiar warmth, familiar fragrance, Fang Yun finally believed that everything in front of him was not an hallucination caused by excessive longing. He suddenly stood up from the bed and hugged his mother with both hands.
At this moment, Fang Yun saw his arm, which was very white, but much thinner than he remembered.
"Mother, mother..."
Fang Yun lay on his mother's shoulder, murmuring over and over again. Everything he was familiar with before made him feel the urge to cry.
"Yun'er, what's wrong with you?"
The woman was startled for a moment and whispered. She could feel Fang Yun's abnormal mood. The woman's soft and white palms gently patted Fang Yun's back to comfort him.
This child has been stubborn since he was a child. This is the first time that Mrs. Huayang has seen Fang Yun express such strong emotions in such a long time.
She frowned slightly and thought for a moment. Mrs. Huayang seemed to understand something. She patted Fang Yun's back gently and said softly: "Okay, Yun'er. From now on, I won't force you to be Pingdinghou, Zhenguo
Hou's sons went to the palace together."
Real touch, real smell, real vision, everything reminded Fang Yun that everything in front of him was not an illusion at the time of death.
Only when you have lost can you know how precious the present is!
Fang Yun didn't say a word, but just hugged his mother, Mrs. Huayang, tightly. A kind of lost happiness hit his heart, and tears finally poured out like a bursting dam. Along with the tears, there were also dust-covered
Memories of the past, full of pain and guilt.
…
It has been more than 1,600 years since the establishment of the Great Zhou dynasty. The Middle Earth Divine Continent has experienced wars and dynasty changes in the Middle Ages. At this time, it has ushered in a long period of peaceful development.
Up to now, the Great Zhou Dynasty has tens of millions of scholars, hundreds of millions of acres of cultivated land, and clusters of workshops. Even traders and footmen can wear silk gowns and walk softly in cotton satin. It is a truly prosperous and civilized country.
Use literature to govern a country, and force to stabilize a country!
The Great Zhou Dynasty sat on the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth, and was surrounded by the Barbarian, Manghuang, Dihuang, Yihuang and overseas Yinghuang. It could be said that there were many powerful enemies. It had been in existence for more than 1,600 years, and it had been continuously armed and had a standing army of 1,600 people.
More than a million! The strength of the force is evident!
During more than a thousand years of war, the Zhou Dynasty gave birth to countless wealthy families, princes and generals!
Fang Yun's father, Fang Yin, was awarded the title of Marquis of Sifang because of his outstanding military exploits.
Fang Yin, the Marquis of Sifang, commanded a million-strong army and was stationed at the border of Jingzhou in the south to suppress the vast number of barbarians in the wild jungle. For eight years, the Marquis of Sifang killed nearly ten million of the barbarian tribesmen. The mountains of corpses and rivers of blood flowed into the mountains.
.When the name of the Sifang Marquis is mentioned among the barbarian tribes, they all talk about it without losing their composure.
The Marquis of Sifang has been in the south for eight years, and the barbaric foreign tribes have not dared to go even one step deeper into the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth. This is evident from the strength of their power.
Fang Yin had two sons, the eldest son Fang Lin, who was extremely talented. At the age of twenty, he reached the level of "formation level" and made great achievements in the war against the Di tribe in the north with Marquis Zhongxin. He is a son of the prince in Beijing.
The title of number one is well deserved.
With such a prominent father and brother, Fang Yun has a bright future with little effort.
In fact, Fang Yun also chose the completely opposite path to his brother Fang Lin, Cong Wen.
Fang Yun has not been interested in martial arts since he was a child. With his elder brother Fang Lin here and his father's martial arts successors, Fang Yun didn't have much motivation to practice martial arts. His family tried to persuade him several times, but seeing that Fang Yun was determined, he didn't do much.
Reluctantly.
Wearing brocade clothes, drinking fine food, and going in and out of slaves. This kind of life could have continued until the end of Fang Yun's life, but a misfortune fell from the sky.
When Fang Yun was twenty-four years old, his elder brother Fang Lin went deep into Dihuang during the battle against Beidi, and was finally surrounded by the Di army. In that battle, although the eldest brother escaped with his life, he was intercepted by Dihuang masters.
He lost one leg and lost all his skills. After returning to Beijing, he was depressed and living alone. Once, a servant went to clean the room and found Fang Lin committing suicide in the room.
The Fang family's luck took a turn for the worse.
Three years after the death of his brother Fang Lin, his father Fang Yin, Marquis of Sifang, collaborated with the enemy and treason, and the evidence was conclusive. This incident alarmed the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, and he personally went into a foreign country to kill him.
News came that Fang Yun's mother, Mrs. Huayang, committed suicide in the house to sacrifice for her husband.
At the same time, the Imperial Guards from Shangjing City broke into the Fang Mansion. Three hundred members of the Fang Mansion were beheaded directly outside Chongyang Gate that day without being tried by the Ministry of Punishments.
…
In just one day, Fang Yun's father died, his mother died, and his family was wiped out!
All this was like a raging tide, sweeping over. Fang Yun could only witness everything happening before his eyes, but was powerless. Regret, pain, and self-blame filled his heart. For the first time, Fang Yun felt regretful about his decision to abandon martial arts and study literature.
.But it’s too late to regret.
When three hundred and twenty sword lights passed by in the darkness under the Chongyang Gate, Fang Yun finally let out a roar of regret and unwillingness.
The sword light passed over his neck, and Fang Yun's head flew high. He saw a column of blood spurting out from his still standing neck, and then there was boundless darkness...
When he woke up again, Fang Yun appeared here.
…
"Good boy, stop crying. You are a man from the Fang family, and men from the Fang family cannot shed tears." Mrs. Huayang couldn't help being surprised. In her mind, this was the first time that this child cried in front of her.
.
Fang Yun rested his head on his mother's shoulder and nodded vigorously. He was like a gambler who lost everything and suddenly had all his money returned and had a second chance in life.
"Mother, no matter what price I pay this time, I will not let you leave me again," Fang Yun solemnly said to himself in his heart. Not only his mother, but also his brother, his father... Fang Yun lost once,
Never want to lose a second time.
Everything seems like a dream.
Only Fang Yun knew in his heart that all this was true, and that he had a second chance in life. Although he didn't understand how all this happened, Fang Yun understood that he would never let this opportunity to change his destiny
slipped from the hand.
Feeling the warmth coming from his mother's body, Fang Yun gradually calmed down, and then he felt a tearing pain all over his body.
Pain, illness, imperial doctor, mother... After waking up, what happened in a short moment rushed through my mind, gradually overlapping with the scene in my memory.
Fang Yun remembered something.
When he was fourteen years old, he fell ill. To be precise, it was because he was severely beaten by the children of Pingdinghou and Zhenguohou. The cause was that Xiaopingdinghou and Zhenguohou cursed him.
Marquis Sifang was born in a lowly position, and Fang Yun was the child of Marquis Sifang, a lowly breed.
Fang Yun couldn't bear it anymore, so he said something back. As a result, he was beaten violently by the two men. This was not the first time this happened, but this time it was particularly cruel. Fang Yun had been ill for three days, and his mother, Mrs. Huayang, also invited the imperial physician from Shangjing.
Heal him.
This incident happened not long after Fang Yun started practicing martial arts. It was precisely because of this incident that the fourteen-year-old Fang Yun became deeply disgusted with this kind of fighting and martial arts, so from then on, he alienated martial arts and abandoned martial arts to pursue literature.
This incident can be said to be the source of changing Fang Yun's destiny.
Looking at his two thin arms, Fang Yun finally determined one thing. This was not a memory, but what was happening in front of him. Now, at the age of fourteen, he was standing at the juncture of his life's destiny.
This year, Fang Yun is fourteen years old. He still has ten years to change the fate of his family!