Chapter 62: The son has his son
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There was no wine after the meal.
There was water.
The boiling water had a bit of a pot smell and was not tasty.
However, Meng Shaoxia and He Chen drank several bowls of water. They
were full and drank enough.
They burped twice.
They were leaving too.
They had not planned to stay, as they had a place to stay in the county.
And this house didn't look like it could accommodate guests.
But He Chen didn't understand.
How could Jiang Feng's father, who was such a beautiful man, live in such a place? How could he be just a county yamen assistant?
Nowadays, the palace is luxurious and all the rage, and Qingzhou literati also look at people's faces first.
With his appearance, even if he handed in a blank paper, he might still get a rank in the imperial examination.
How could...
he be so abrupt in everything he said to a beautiful woman.
It was the square-faced Meng Shaoxia who asked curiously, "Where is Uncle Jiang's ancestral home? He should not be a local."
When he asked this question, the Jiang family was silent for a moment.
The long-haired young man sitting on the bamboo chair, holding the baby in his arms, said calmly, "If I were to say my ancestral home, I should be from Jiangyin."
"Jiangyin Jiang family?" He Chen asked eagerly. Sure enough, there was a source. The beauty was obviously a child of a noble family.
Jiang Changtian gently rubbed the hand of the baby in his arms. Jiang Mianmian's little hands were always clenched into fists, and her palms were sweaty. Dad would help her open her palms and rub them a little bit, so that she could use her hands more flexibly.
"My father was the Prince's tutor, the Imperial College's chief academic officer, and the Minister of Rites. My father's name is Jiang Bai. After I was born, my father named me Changtian, hoping that my life would be like the vast sky, unrestrained and romantic."
The night sky, the small courtyard, the bamboo chair, and the long-haired young man spoke slowly.
He Chen and Meng Shaoxia both paused.
He Chen wanted to say something, but he really didn't know what to say.
Meng Shaoxia didn't expect that Miss Jiang Yu was actually the granddaughter of Tutor Jiang.
Jiang Feng was also a little stunned when he heard this. His father had never said it.
But then he felt extremely sad.
Thinking of his father nodding and bowing to the county yamen runners.
He was eager to think about when he could grow up and grow up to be a support for his father.
Let him not think about those people.
Qin Luoxia stood behind her husband, rubbing the corners of her clothes heavily with her hands.
Jiang Yu was silent.
She felt that her father was so pitiful.
If her father and mother didn't want her, she would cry to death at the thought, but her father's parents really didn't want him.
"But what's the misunderstanding?"
He Chen thought of visiting the Jiang Mansion in the morning.
Although it was not magnificent, there were pavilions, ancient paintings, incense bottles, and Sichuan gauze covering the windows.
Madam Jiang was gorgeous and grand.
His distant aunt, Madam Jiang, wore gold hairpins and jade bracelets.
Although Lord Jiang was not dressed gorgeously, he obviously had never worried about money. The martial arts training ground was spacious and the study was bright.
Miss Jiang Wan was wearing a half-new skirt, holding a white jade bracelet, her shoes were inlaid with emeralds, her hands were white, her smile was sweet, she was well-educated, and she looked like she had never suffered any hardship.
Meng Shaoxia also recalled it.
He thought of Miss Jiang Wan again, and thought of her exquisite food and clothing, generous manners, and kindness to the maids.
Seeing the round-faced little girl in front of him, wearing a coarse linen dress, sitting there, her eyes turned red again, like a little rabbit.
Meng Shaoxia wanted to knock her on the head, silly girl.
Jiang Changtian rubbed one of his little daughter's hands, and then rubbed the other.
He spoke even softer.
Because he didn't want to mention those things, he seemed fragile and pitiful.
He didn't want to seem choked or cared.
He said these words in the softest tone.
It was as if his vocal cords didn't even need to be rubbed.
"My mother has disliked me since I was young. She said that there was evil in my eyes and she felt evil when she saw it. I secretly worked hard to study and wanted to get out of my family by passing the imperial examination. But my mother told the teacher that I was unfilial and unworthy of being a human being. So I stopped my path to the imperial examination."
Jiang Mianmian rubbed her hands and listened to her father's voice, which was different from usual.
One sentence at a time, very slowly.
Her father's body was shaking slightly.
She looked up at her father.
But she saw that her father lowered his head and looked at her with a smile.
"Mother wants her son to die, but she doesn't want to die because she has her own son."
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