Chapter 534 Fate

From Caiqing's words and deeds, Xu Yuan had vaguely guessed the identity of the old man named Wuming, but when he really confirmed it, he was still somewhat complicated.

There are almost no records of the unknown old man in the internal reference of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but there are many traces of the grandfather's records.

I don’t know if the truth has been tampered with, but the grandfather in the records was an out-and-out tyrant, a tyrant who acted arbitrarily and violently.

But looking at the old man in front of him who was awkward and reserved, even with a hint of fawning, it was really difficult for Xu Yuan to connect him with the former tyrant of the Feng family.

After Xu Yuan and Ran Qingmo sat down, Fengyuanqin still stood aside, looking back and forth in the room, as if looking for something to entertain his grandson. After looking around, he found that there were only some recreational books in the whole room. Other than that, there are only those old furniture.

The eyes covered by the snow-colored eyebrows were slightly downcast, but then, Fengyuanqin still smiled softly and said in a very soft voice:

"I don't have anything to entertain you here, so just sit here for a while."

After hearing this, Xu Yuan silently took out some tea sets from the Sumeru Ring and placed them on the coffee table in front of him. They were just mortal things.

The tea is Hongpao Sencha from the banks of Xilong Lake. It is very fragrant, but it does not contain spiritual energy. The fire for boiling water is also lit with fire sticks. The whole process does not use any spiritual energy.

Just the leakage of some spiritual energy caused Fengyuanqin to hit the terrifying claw just now. If he was given spiritual tea to drink, it might really cause trouble.

Even after confirming his identity, Xu Yuan did not let go of his guard against the old man.

After staring at Xu Yuan's action of making tea for a few seconds, Fengyuanqin's eyes hidden in the snow-colored eyebrows unconsciously revealed a hint of reminiscence. She silently sat down opposite Xu Yuan and the two of them. He spoke softly and leisurely. said:

"You and Qian'er are really similar."

Xu Yuan paused while playing with the tea set, then raised his eyes and glanced at the old man opposite:

"What does it look like?"

Fengyuanqin said softly:

"The movements of making tea, and the character, the same care, the same prudence. When that girl came to see me before, she also used a fire stick to light a fire."

Speaking of this, he looked a little gentle: "However, the tea she makes is much better than your Xilong Sencha."

Xu Yuanlue is interested in:

"Oh? Mother, what kind of tea does she usually drink here?"

"The Tian Qingxiang specially provided by the Li family."

"Poor, can't afford it."

"." Fengyuan Qin.

Not long after, the clear spring water in the teapot began to make a gurgling sound.

Iron cups, warm pots, add tea, rinse and brew, and divide cups.

After familiarly completing a set of tea art procedures, Xu Yuan gently placed the first cup of steaming tea in front of Fengyuan Qin with a clip.

The faint scent of tea spreads in the dim room.

Fengyuan Qin's wrinkled hand gently rubbed the wall of the cup, feeling the hot warmth on it, and subconsciously whispered:

"The heat for this tea is a bit too low. If you boil it for a little while, the flavor will be just right, and the flavor will be light and fragrant. And"

Xu Yuan paused in his attempt to refill Ran Qingmo's tea, rolled his eyes, and interrupted:

"You can choose not to drink."

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Hearing this, Fengyuanqin immediately smiled coquettishly, stopped talking, and silently picked up the teacup and gently tasted the fragrance of the tea.

The small room fell into silence for a while. Ran Qingmo kept sipping tea. She didn't know how to drink tea. As soon as it was given to her, she picked it up and drank it in one gulp. Xu Yuan and Fengyuan Qin were drinking tea while having a chat. Chatting without anyone having anything to do with each other.

Most of the time, Fengyuanqin was the one taking the initiative to stir up the topic.

But it's a pity that, just like all the generation gaps between elders and younger generations in the world, they basically say a word or two and then the room will fall into silence. They rack their brains to bring up a new topic, and then continue to be silent.

During the conversation, the doubts in Xu Yuan's heart gradually dissipated.

There is no falsification of the records about this grandfather in the Internal Reference of the Prime Minister's Office.

Although Feng Yuanqin was very cautious when speaking, for fear of offending his grandson and causing him to walk away, the condescension that was occasionally revealed in his words also told the story of the old man's past behavior of going his own way.

Very contradictory.

As soon as the fragrant tea was boiled, the words were completely silent. Xu Yuanzheng was cleaning the tea set slowly. The old man opposite looked at his actions and suddenly whispered:

"Changtian, why don't you let grandpa cook the tea next time?"

"Um?"

Xu Yuan murmured in slight surprise, and subconsciously raised his eyes to glance at the old man opposite him, only to see a trace of unknown expectation in his old and turbid eyes.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan was puzzled, but then he sighed silently in his heart.

I thought he was leaving.

So I wanted him to stay a little longer in this way.

It's clumsy, but inexplicably sad.

Pushing the washed tea set over, Xu Yuan chuckled and said, "Of course you can. I remember that grandpa, you seemed to like drinking tea very much before. But do you still remember it after decades?"

Fengyuanqin was obviously relieved, smoothed her white beard, and said with a confident smile:

"Don't worry, my grandpa was called the Saint of Tea back then. I taught your mother her tea art. If you are interested,"

"Farewell, I'm just arty."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Fengyuanqin didn't try to persuade him anymore after hearing this. He had already seen from the conversation just now that his grandson's temper was not very good.

Thinking in her heart, Fengyuanqin took the tea set, and a smile filled her heart.

Let him have his temper.

Haha, very good, very good.

Fengyuan Qin’s reputation as the tea sage is not unfounded.

The same Xilong Sencha was brewed with the same clear spring water, but the tea made by grandpa was much better than the one he made.

Even though Da Bingtuozi, who didn't understand tea art at all, couldn't help but let out a soft "huh" after taking a sip.

Seeing the reactions of the two juniors, Fengyuanqin smiled happily and said in a low voice:

"It seems that my old man's craftsmanship has not deteriorated. Even if old man Li Huanzhong wanted to drink this tea, it would depend on my mood. If Chang Tianqian wants to drink it, just come to grandpa. Grandpa will make it specially for you."

Li Huanzhong, former emperor, Li Yaoxuan's father.

With that said, Fengyuanqin gave Xu Yuan another drink, hesitated again and again, and asked softly:

"Changtian, why did you come to see grandpa this time?"

As the former head of the Feng family, even though he has not seen the light of day for decades, his vision of being in a high position for a long time has not changed.

Xu Yuan raised his eyes to look at him and said softly:

"Today is the first day of the new year."

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Upon hearing this date, Fengyuanqin's old eyes dropped for a few breaths before she whispered softly:

"Is it already the New Year's Eve? How many years has it been since Jiajing outside?"

"Forty-seven years."

"It's been seventeen years"

Fengyuanqin's rough fingertips gently wiped the linen gray clothes on her body, looked at Xu Yuan, and asked softly:

"How is Qian'er doing these years?"

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Hearing this, Xu Yuan lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Seeing her grandson's silence, Fengyuanqin seemed to understand something. She raised her hand and pressed her old face:

"I've told you a long time ago that these things are untouchable, so why do you risk the world's disapproval? What a stupid girl."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan said softly:

"You don't hate mother?"

His mother and uncle rebelled against his grandfather.

"hatred"

Fengyuanqin unconsciously fiddled with the tea set in front of her, her voice carrying a hint of complexity:

"Of course I hate it. I've been sorry to many people in my life, but I can only be sorry for your mother and uncle, and they betrayed me because of an outsider."

After saying that, Fengyuanqin smiled slightly:

"But after so many years, even the deepest hatred has been dissipated. Besides, I should be to blame for your mother and uncle's behavior."

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Not only did he say that he was worthy of having an heir, but he also said that he was the one to blame.

Listening to these contradictory words, Xu Yuan's eyes were a little confused.

Fengyuanqin glanced at Xu Yuan opposite him and laughed softly:

"It seems that your father has erased that incident from the annals of history. Yes, this kind of thing itself is not glorious. It is somewhat bad for the juniors in the family to know about it."

Xu Yuan asked softly:

"Can you tell me?"

"I want to hear a story"

There was a little tenderness in Fengyuanqin's eyes, and then she sighed softly: "But there is nothing much to tell about this story. To put it simply, your mother, your uncle, and your father took advantage of me to break through to the realm of a saint. At that time, they besieged me and put me under house arrest, seized the power of the Feng family, and then announced that I had died due to the backlash of the Saint."

He was about to break the saint more than thirty years ago. No wonder in "Cangyuan", when we meet again, this grandpa can hold the level of breaking 100.

As the thought flashed through his mind, Xu Yuan gathered his thoughts, looked at the old man opposite, and asked:

"Why?"

Why did his mother and uncle want to rebel against his grandfather?

Fengyuanqin did not answer this question immediately. She gently rubbed her fingertips on the tea board for a long time before saying softly:

"Is there any record about me in your prime minister's house?"

".?"

Xu Yuan didn't understand why his grandfather suddenly said this, but he still said:

"have."

"Bad reputation?"

"Stop going your own way, and if you don't get your way, kill them."

"Oh, your father didn't deliberately discredit me."

Fengyuanqin smiled, carefully filled Xu Yuan's tea cup, and whispered:

"The Feng family is a thousand-year-old family, and the various branches in it are complicated. A little mishandling of the Long family in the capital will serve as a warning."

Saying that, Fengyuanqin suddenly asked Xu Yuan:

"You should know what happened to the Long family, right? After the death of the family leader, the heirs of several houses fought among themselves, and each of them was seriously injured. In the end, your father picked the peach.

"In the final analysis, this is because Old Man Long was too indecisive during his lifetime. He was not willing to gather power, was unwilling to kill people, and allowed his children to fight against each other.

"I, Fengyuan Qin, are different from that old man Long Tianyu. If a thousand-year-old family wants to continue to grow, it must cold-bloodedly centralize power. Those who are useful will rise to power, and those who are in high positions but useless will be killed."

At this point, Fengyuanqin clenched her hands tightly and said softly:

"In order to ensure the top secret of the information, I killed your mother's friends. In order to ensure your uncle's inheritance rights, I killed your restless uncles. In order to ensure the absolute power of the head of the Feng family, I killed your grandmother. A relative of the Feng family.

"These things may not be what your uncle and mother want, but I am indeed paving the way for them. After a hundred years from me, they will be able to take over a powerful Feng family with centralized power.

“This is the fate of the family, and until now I don’t think I did anything wrong.

The old man's body trembled slightly, and his deep voice was hoarse:

"Changtian, under the control of power, blood is just inheritance, and family ties are never absolute."

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The warm yellow light from the only oil lamp in the room shone on the old man's deep eye sockets, making his eyes hidden in the shadows and unclear, and the silent momentum spread over his hunched body.

Xu Yuan lowered his eyelids and did not speak.

What this grandfather said was true.

The Xiangfu was a special case, and the Feng family and the Long family were the norm for the aristocratic families. An acre of land inheritance could make a farmer fight to the death, not to mention that this could interfere with the supreme power of the empire.

"Hua La."

In silence, Feng Yuanqin straightened his robes, and the momentum on his body was instantly retracted, and he turned back to the cautious elder just now, and said with a smile:

"Haha. Old man, I said a little too much, Changtian, you don't have to care too much, these are all things of the past.

"After so many years, I have long seen it through. People come to this world for a little while, and the things they seek will eventually return to dust and earth. "

Feng Yuanqin lowered her eyes and raised the porcelain cup in front of her, taking a sip:

"So, Changtian, you asked me if I hated your mother, and grandpa's answer was of course no. After all, she didn't agree with what I did, so I could understand her resistance. "

Xu Yuan pondered for a moment, and asked softly:

"Then my mother died because of the sect..."

Feng Yuanqin's white beard was soaked by tea, and his old voice was low and hoarse: "When your mother came to see me, she often told me a lot about what she and your father were doing. I advised her, but she didn't listen. At that time, I told her that she had to bear the consequences of her own choice.

"So, don't think about asking me to come out of the mountain to help her revenge."

Speaking of this,

Feng Yuanqin smiled softly and said half-jokingly:

"I hate your father the most, and your father will never let me, the head of the Feng family, go out."

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Silence.

Xu Yuan looked at the hunched figure of the old man opposite and nodded gently.

The first few decades of paving the way but not being understood, and the next few decades of house arrest and review.

The past is empty, the blood has cooled, and there is no name, no hatred, and no love.

"Let's not talk about this."

Feng Yuanqin shook her head and asked softly: "Qian'er is gone, is Jiuxuan okay?"

Xu Yuan replied:

"My uncle is fine. The vibration of the Black Prison some time ago was caused by him fighting a saint."

"Oh, is that so?"

Feng Yuanqin had a hint of relief in her eyes: "Except for your father, he has been the best of his generation since he was a child. I am afraid that I, an old man, am no longer his opponent with his current cultivation."

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After the conversation started, the grandfather and grandson talked about many things.

Feng Yuanqin listened quietly to Xu Yuan's narration, listened quietly to him talking about Qian'er's adopted daughter, listened to him talking about the current prosperity of the Xiangfu, and also listened to the story of Chang'an's death.

Very calm, just as calm as when she heard that her daughter had passed away, without any expression.

However, when Xu Yuan talked about the current situation in the world and the layout he wanted to plan, the former leader of the Feng family gave Xu Yuan some careful advice.

During the conversation, time passed unknowingly.

When everything was over, Xu Yuan said goodbye and was about to leave, but he was stopped by Feng Yuanqin.

In Xu Yuan's slightly puzzled eyes, the old man slowly walked to the side of his grandson and patted his shoulder with a gentle look:

"Changtian, if you have time, go to Xifeng Mountain outside the Feng family's ancestral land."