When Yu Guming returned to Duke Anguo's mansion, the lights in the upper room were still on.
He is our son, no matter how much the elders love him, they have taught him the rules since he was a child.
Make sure to check the situation in the morning and dusk. If you go out, you will report it. If you go against it, you will face it.
So Yu Guming came to greet his parents.
Duke An Guo was originally blowing his beard and staring at him, wanting to beat him up.
But when he met his son, he didn't say anything about making a move.
He just said: "I'm like a wild horse all day long. Even when I go out to play, I still have to take a long time. I wonder if my parents are worried?"
Yu Guming lowered his head.
He never knew how powerful his father was when he was not at home.
Because every time he is in front of his father, his father can only say a few words at most, and he never speaks in a hurry.
But he also knew that he did go a little too far today. Ever since he was a child, he had never come back so late after going out to play.
The princess took his hand and said, "Have you eaten outside? If not, ask Ma Xu to wait for you to eat."
Then he said: "The emperor gave you half a month's leave, but I saw that you were emotionless. I asked you to make more friends on weekdays, but you refused.
Once you're free and have nothing to do, isn't it a mess?
I will go to the palace tomorrow to say hello to your grandmother, do you want to go with me?"
After hearing this, Yu Guming felt happy and nodded vigorously.
The emperor sympathized with him and allowed him to stay at home with his parents from the Lantern Festival to early February.
But there is someone he cares deeply about. Not seeing him for one day is like three autumns, let alone not seeing him for many days, which makes him feel indescribable suffering.
Now I hear my mother say that I can take him to the palace tomorrow, and of course I feel happy.
"Go! Go to bed early so you can get up early tomorrow." Princess Guangling raised her face and looked at her son, her eyes sparkling, "Don't go out too late in the future. Although Changsheng and Kaishan are following you, after all, the outside is not as good as home.
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Some people get drunk and go on a rampage. If they bump into someone who is short-sighted, your father and I will feel so distressed."
Hearing what his mother said, Yu Guming felt even more guilty and lowered his head.
"Okay, okay. I'll just change it next time. Go back quickly." The princess couldn't bear to blame him more, knowing that he was an honest child.
After Yu Guming left, the princess sent all the servants out, not to mention taking a rest.
An Guogong seemed very tired. He pinched his eyebrows and sighed: "This child is straightforward and stubborn. I don't know whether he is good or bad.
When he wasn't around, I hated him so much. But when I saw him, I couldn't bear it anymore."
"Let's just believe what my mother and concubine said! Among my brothers and sisters, the only ones who can be saved now are us and Princess Maoling.
The Holy Father has always been suspicious, and he can tolerate stupid and straight people around him, but cannot tolerate capable and smart people.
For so many years, mother and concubine have dedicated themselves to the Buddha, and you and I have pretended to be crazy and acted like fools, just to seek a good death.
Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, even if the king is a close relative."
Princess Guangling looks lonely, and all the past is like a dark cloud, always shrouding her head.
"Ordinary people can still retreat to the mountains and forests to fish for old people in the clouds, wild cranes, and misty waves," An Guogong lamented, "but we can't avoid it!"
"I feel really sorry for Ming'er when I think about it," Princess Guangling shed tears, "less than a hundred days after he was born, the homes of the third and fourth emperor brothers were confiscated one after another, and sister Moling was also sentenced to death.
I carried Ming'er into the palace to see my mother and concubine, and asked her how to preserve her safety.
The mother-in-law said that one-third of heaven determines seven-tenths of manpower. Among people, the most taboo is self-defeating, so it is better to be clumsy than to be clever.
He also said that trouble often comes from the mouth. If you want to be safe tomorrow, you must ask him to talk less. This can avoid the trouble of talking too much and losing words.
I came back and discussed it with you, and secretly asked someone to give the child an injection. He...he started to stutter from the moment he spoke..."
"You are doing this for his own good," An Guogong comforted his wife softly, "I made the decision. If I say I'm sorry, I am also sorry for him."
Princess Guangling slowly shook her head and said: "Of course I know in my heart that the lesser of two evils should be chosen, but every time I see him trying to talk but refusing to give up, with his face flushed, I still feel very distressed."
"I hope our family can always stay away from right and wrong, but that Yao Ziyun is not a peaceful person. Now she will sit in the back seat, bring chaos to the world, and bring trouble to the government. I'm afraid it is inevitable.
But the emperor kissed her and trusted her, and refused to listen to a word of advice." An Guogong shook his head helplessly, "When we were dealing with the two emperor brothers, the emperor ordered the emperor not to discuss government affairs in vain, which is equivalent to sealing our mouths.
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The night is silent.
The cold stars reflect the moon and shine brightly.
Yu Guming counts the sycamore seeds under the lamp.
The corners of his eyes, eyebrows, bridge of nose, and lips all reveal a very handsome and childish look.
After this year, he will only be nineteen years old. Even if he is calm and unsmiling, he cannot be considered an adult after all.
Ninety-nine sycamore tree seeds, he carefully put into the cloth bag sewn by Xu's mother.
I didn’t use my wallet because I was afraid that it would end up like that and Xue Hengzhao wouldn’t accept it.
After loading the sycamore seeds, he still refused to sleep.
Go to the desk and write an old poem:
Last year, when we were seeing each other off, outside Yuhang's gate, the flying snow was like poplar flowers. This year, when spring is over, the poplar flowers are like snow, but we still haven't returned home.
The wine curtain invites the bright moon, and the wind reveals through the window screen. Just like Chang'e pity the two swallows, they shine clearly, and the painted beams are slanted.
This is Su Xueshi's "Youth Travel". He has written this poem several times every day for the past month.
Especially the last few sentences, every time I write this, my heart and hands can't stop trembling together.
He was not good at words, so he recited the name silently in his heart countless times.
The worries of young people are often like weeds in the spring suburbs. You don’t know when the seeds will fall, and you don’t know when they will sprout. Just by accident, they will grow to the end of the world.
Yu Guming finished writing and looked at it carefully several times. Then he turned around and took out a wooden box from the drawer under the book shelf.
After opening it, there were many small objects inside, such as glass marbles full of cracks, a jade pendant with a corner missing, small dried oranges, and little dolls that had been washed white...
Almost everything is old and broken, but he treasures it preciously.
After looking at everything, he wrapped the extra sycamore seeds in paper and carefully put them in.
I am thinking of planting these sycamore seeds in the yard in spring.
Take good care of them and let them sprout and grow.
If one day, that phoenix-like person can come here, I will accompany her and spend every year with these sycamore trees.
If God fails to fulfill her wishes, she will not be able to leave the palace.
Or maybe she still refuses to accept him, so she will never marry and spend her whole life guarding these trees.
Yue Guming stared at the box for a long time, then sighed, closed it, and put it back properly.
When he passed by the writing desk again, after looking at the words he had written before, he picked up the pen and added a few sentences next to it.
"May the sky be free of frost and snow, and the tung trees bear fruit for thousands of years."
