Chapter 352: Never Forget the Gratitude of Birth and Raise
There is no time to lose.
Tianbao and others have arrived in Shudao for some time, and it will take some time to lead the troops to provide support.
The nine countries are watching covetously with murderous intentions.
Duan Dao was afraid that something might happen to the children and he would not be able to make it in time, so he decided to leave immediately the next day.
Only one day is left to mobilize troops and prepare for departure.
General Yuan’s Mansion in East Market.
Afternoon.
Two people came to the mansion asking for a meeting.
He was from a small town outside the city and said his surname was Qian.
Duan Dao received them personally and served tea and snacks in the hall.
The housekeeper brought in two people, an old man and a handsome young man.
Duan Dao stood in the hall in his casual clothes. After the two entered, he took two steps forward to the old man and bowed solemnly, "Mr. Qian, please accept Yuan Yao's greetings!"
"General, you can't do that! Only when the general fights to the death to defend the country can the people in the rear live in peace. I have only done what I can and I don't deserve such a great gift from the general." Old Qian is already in his seventies. This time he came to the general's residence in person to ask for an audience. When he saw the general, he was still so excited that his eyes were red.
At the Dongshi Caishikou that year, the blood of Yuan family members stained the ground red. Such a tragic scene will never be forgotten by those who witnessed it.
Now the dark clouds have finally parted and the moon has appeared, and the hardship has finally paid off.
"After the Yuan family's injustice was redressed, I, after much deliberation, decided to tell him Yuan'er's life story. I hope the general will not blame me." Old Qian glanced at the young man beside him, who had been tense since entering the room, and sighed, "I know the general is worried. He hopes that Yuan'er can live a stable life with an ordinary family and does not want him to bear the responsibility of the military family. But Yuan'er is still a member of the Yuan family, and he should recognize his ancestors. Otherwise, I will be worried."
Broken Blade looked at the young man.
Qian Miao, whose courtesy name is Yuan.
He had known his name for many years.
The young man also raised his eyes and looked at him deeply, "General, you haven't come to me for all these years. Don't you want to recognize me?"
He asked seemingly nonchalantly, but his hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched into fists and there was hurt in his eyes.
"You are originally from my Yuan family, so why should I acknowledge you?" Duan Dao curved his lips, his eyes slightly red. "When I heard the news that there were still descendants of the Yuan family alive, I immediately rushed back to Beijing and stayed with you on the hill opposite the Qian family for three years. However, the situation was complicated at the time, so I didn't dare to meet you and recognize you to avoid further implicating you."
When I learned that my brother had descendants still alive, I was so excited that I couldn't express it in words.
He rushed to Changjing without thinking about anything. He just wanted to accompany his brother's child as he grew up, secretly protect his safety, and comfort his father and brother.
Later, the news of his hiding in Changjing was exposed by Cui Yingwei. In order to save him, the princess hid him in the princess's mansion. The outside world lost track of him, which prompted Du Laotou, Tianbao and others to come to Beijing to rescue him.
The brotherhood and blood of the underworld.
It was this experience that ignited his dead heart and rekindled his will to fight bravely on the battlefield.
After returning to Changjing again, he was thinking about ways to rescue the princess, and at the same time he began to actively work with his old subordinates to avenge the Yuan family.
Because success or failure was unpredictable, he gave up the idea of recognizing Yuan'er.
"You didn't dare recognize me then, so what about later? Now that General Yuan has returned to the military, he should have no worries. Why still don't you recognize me?" The young man gritted his teeth and stared at him, asking.
The resentment in his words was not concealed at all.
Broken Blade was silent for a moment, then spoke after a long while, "Yuan'er, no one is perfect. I am also a mortal with flesh and blood, with flaws and fears. You have been a child of the Qian family since childhood. Although your life is ordinary, it is rich and stable. In the eyes of those who have been on the edge of blood for years, such a life is even happier. You are the only bloodline of my Yuan family now. I have selfish motives and want you to live a peaceful and happy life. If you don't know your own life experience, you don't have to bear those burdens. If you don't become a child of the Yuan family, you don't have to bear the responsibilities that the descendants of loyal generals have to bear."
He said, "Although I excel on the battlefield, I'm too straightforward in my dealings with others. Since I've been leading troops and issuing orders since I was young, I often ignore the opinions of those around me. These are my shortcomings. I'm sorry I never asked for your opinion. I was wrong."
The young man was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his lips tightened, and the tears he had been suppressing burst out.
There was silence in the hall for a moment.
After a long moment, the young man's emotions gradually calmed down. He wiped his eyes and straightened his back. "I came here with my grandfather today simply to get to the bottom of things. Now that my worries are over, I heard General Yuan is about to depart for the northeastern border. On his behalf, I wish him a safe journey! I am still a child of the Qian family and will be filial to my parents and elders until the end of my life... But I will also never forget that I am a descendant of the Yuan family. When I have children of my own, I will tell them stories about the Yuan family, just as my grandfather told me about their loyalty and righteousness when I was little."
Broken Blade understood. He raised his hand, paused for a moment, and then placed it on the young man's shoulder, patting him. "Good. With the integrity of our Yuan family, you have been well-educated."
This child was born in the Yuan family, but never received any help from the Yuan family.
It was the Qian family who raised him, so it should be so.
Do not forget the kindness of giving birth to you, and do not let down the kindness of raising you.
Old Qian stood quietly by, watching the uncle and nephew recognize each other, and listening to his most beloved grandson confess his feelings, tears flashing in his eyes.
General Yuan was right, Yuan'er was well-educated.
It was not in vain that I loved you since I was young.
The next day, the army set off.
Emperor Xuan Jing personally went to the city gate to see him off.
Before leaving, Duan Dao turned around and glanced at the red figure above the city wall from afar, then rode his horse to the front of the team.
The news that the emperor was dispatching troops to the northeastern border spread throughout Changjing City overnight.
Knowing that it was General Yuan who was leading the troops personally, the people lined the streets to see him off and to catch another glimpse of the heroic appearance of Yuan's army.
"Why did the Emperor suddenly dispatch troops to the Northeast? Is he going to start a war?"
"I haven't heard of any unrest over there... Hey, who cares if there is any? As long as General Yuan is here, we will definitely be victorious!"
"Of course. The name of the Yuan Army will strike fear into the enemy's heart!"
When Duan Dao set out to the northeast, new faces appeared on the Shu Road.
We stayed in the inn where Tianbao and his group stayed when they first arrived.
At the end of August, there were several consecutive rains on the Shu Road, and it was cloudy for several days.
The outsiders were trapped in the inn and chatted a lot. The topics covered all kinds of things, making it very lively.
There was a man sitting alone at the dining table by the window. He was dressed in brocade and had a handsome face. He was about forty years old, and his every move was noble and elegant.
He twirled the white porcelain teacup, a smile on his lips, and listened with great interest to the gossip of the people around him.
The naturally calm and noble temperament makes the rain curtain outside the window become the background in an instant.
"...Why would I lie to you? Ziwu Road is closest to the town entrance. I actually heard the noise. After it died down, I mustered up the courage to go over and take a look. I was nearly scared to death!"
"What do you see?"
"I didn't see anything!"
Before the others could boo, they heard the man say, "Ziwu Road is covered in thick fog year-round. If I could see anything from a distance, it would be a disaster! But wait, I haven't finished my words yet. I didn't see anything, but I smelled it! The smell of blood! Stronger than a slaughterhouse! What happened in there, you can figure it out for yourselves."
"……vomit!"
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