Fairy, Please Let Me Explain Chapter 534

Chapter 534 Fate

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

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

I don't know if the truth has been tampered with, but the grandfather in the record 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 her voice was very soft:

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

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.

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

Most of the time it was Fengyuanqin who took the initiative to stir up the topic.

The scent of tea lingers in the dark room.

 “Farewell, I'm just arty.”

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

  . Fengyuan Qin.

Xu Yuanlue is interested in:

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,”

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

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

The small room fell into silence for a while. Ran Qingmo kept drinking 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 having a chat while drinking tea. Chatting without a single partner.

 I thought he was leaving.

 So I used this method to make him stay for a while.

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

 The records about this grandfather in the Internal Reference of the Prime Minister's Office are not false.

“Oh? Mother, what kind of tea do you want to drink here?”

“The action 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.”

"Oh, that's how it is."

 It's clumsy, but it's also inexplicably sad.

“This tea, the heat is a little off, if it is boiled for a while, the flavor will be just right, and the flavor will be light, and”

Fengyuan Qin gently rubbed the wall of the cup with her wrinkled hand, feeling the scalding warmth on it, and subconsciously whispered:

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

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

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

 “Poor, can't afford it.”

 “You can choose not to drink.”

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. said:

 “You and Qian'er are really similar.”

Xu Yuan paused in the act of adding tea to Ran Qingmo, rolled his eyes, and interrupted:

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

 “The Tianqingxiang specially provided by the Li family.”

Fengyuanqin said softly:

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

Hearing this, Fengyuanqin did not try to persuade him any more. From the conversation just now, he had already seen that his grandson's temper was not very good.

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

 “What is similar?”

Not long after, the clear spring water in the teapot began to boil.

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

Very contradictory.

"Um?"

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 in the past. But do you still remember it after decades?"

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

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

 Let him have his temper.

 Haha, it's good, it's good.

Fengyuanqin's reputation as the tea sage is not unfounded.

The same Xilong Sencha, brewed with the same clear spring water, but the fragrant tea made by grandpa is 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 craftsmanship as an old man has not deteriorated. Even if 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.

 Speaking, Fengyuanqin gave Xu Yuan another glass, 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 and glanced at him, and said softly:

 “Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year.”

Hearing this date, Fengyuanqin's old eyes dropped for a few breaths, and then she murmured softly:

“Is it already the end of the New Year again? How many years has it been since the good times 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 these years?”

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

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

“I've said it a long time ago, 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 your mother?"

His mother and her uncle rebelled against grandpa.

"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 have been sorry to many people in my life, but I can only be sorry to your mother and uncle, and they betrayed me because of an outsider."

As he spoke, Fengyuanqin smiled slightly:

“But after so many years, even the deepest hatred has dissipated. Besides, I should be responsible for the actions of your mother and uncle.”

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

 Hearing 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. That's right. This kind of thing itself is not glorious, and it is somewhat bad for the younger members of the family to know about it."

 Xu Yuan asked softly:

 “Can you tell me?”

 “I want to hear a story”

There was some 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. They besieged me, put me under house arrest, seized the power of the Feng family, and then announced to the outside world that I had passed away due to the backlash of the Saint-breaking."

 Thirty years ago, the saint was about to be broken. No wonder in "Cangyuan", when we meet again, this grandpa can hold the level of breaking 100.

As the thought flashed across 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 office?”

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

"have."

 “The reputation is not good?”

 “If you don't go your own way, kill them if they don't go your way.”

“Hehe, 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. The Long family in the capital is a lesson learned from the past.”

 Speaking, Fengyuanqin suddenly asked Xu Yuan:

“You should know what happened to the Long family, right? After the death of the head of the family, 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 actually because Old Man Long was too indecisive during his lifetime. He was not willing to gather power, was not willing 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 be put in 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 no longer absolute."

The warm yellow light from the only ever-burning oil lamp in the room shone on the old man's sunken eye sockets, making his eyes hidden in the shadows and unable to see clearly. A silent aura spread across his rickety body.

 Xu Yuan lowered his eyes and did not speak.

 What this grandpa said is true.

The Prime Minister's Mansion is a special case, while the Feng family and the Long family are the norm for aristocratic families. A single acre of land inheritance can allow a farmer to fight to the death, not to mention that this can interfere with the supreme power of the empire.

In silence, Fengyuan Qin straightened her robes. The aura on her body instantly subsided, and she turned back to the cautious elder she was before. She said with a smile:

“Haha. Old man, I've gone too far. Changtian, you don't have to pay too much attention. These are all things in the past.

“After all these years, old man, I have long since seen that the things a person only wants to do once he comes to this world will eventually return to dust, and dust will return to dust.”

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

“So, Changtian, you ask me if I hate your mother. Of course grandpa's answer is no. After all, she doesn't agree with what I do, so I can understand her resistance.”

Xu Yuan pondered for a moment and asked softly:

 “The mother died because of her sect”

Fengyuan Qin's white beard was soaked with tea, and her old voice was low and hoarse: "When your mother came to see me, she often told me, an old man, a lot about what she and your father were doing. I warned her, She didn't listen, so I told her at that time that she had to bear the responsibility of the path she chose.

“So, don't think about asking me to come out to avenge her.”

Speaking of which,

Fengyuanqin smiled lowly and said half-jokingly:

“Old man, I hate your father the most, and there is no way your father will let me, the head of the Feng family, go out.”

 Silence.

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

　The paving the way in the first few decades is not understood, and the subsequent decades of house arrest are scrutinized and reviewed.

 The past has become empty, the blood of the heart has become cold, there is no name, no hatred and no love.

 “Stop talking about this.”

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

 Xu Yuan replied:

“Uncle, he is very good. The vibration in the black prison some time ago was caused by him fighting a saint.”

 “Oh, is that so?”

There was a hint of relief in Fengyuanqin's eyes: "Except for your father, he has been the best among his generation since he was a child. With his current level of cultivation, I am afraid that the old man and I are no longer his enemy."

 After the chat box was opened, the grandfather and grandson talked about many, many things.

Fengyuanqin listened quietly to Xu Yuan's narration, listened quietly to him talking about the adopted daughter Qian'er adopted, listened to him talk about the current prosperity of the prime minister's house, and also listened to the story of Chang'an's death.

He was very calm, just like when he heard that his daughter was dead, without any expression.

However, when Xu Yuan talked about the current situation in the world and the layout he wanted to plan, the former head of ZTE of the Feng family carefully gave Xu Yuan some suggestions.

 During conversation, time passes by unconsciously.

When everything was over, Xu Yuan said goodbye and was getting up to leave, but was stopped by Fengyuan Qin.

Under Xu Yuan's slightly puzzled gaze, the old man slowly walked to his grandson's side and patted his shoulder with soft eyes:

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

 (End of this chapter)

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