Extra 107 Shaoqi has nothing to do with romance (Part 3)
Xuan Shaoqi has lived in Xuanxiao Palace since he was a child. Before Lu Yiran married into Xuanxiao Palace, he was the young palace master of Xuanxiao Palace. He had fine clothes and delicious food, never had to worry about life, and did not understand what life was.
Later, after Lu Yiran married into the family, although she would make things difficult for Xuan Shaoqi and even secretly harm him, she did not dare to mistreat him openly, for fear of being discovered by Xuan Shaoqi's father, or being discovered by the palace master and the elders, and ending up as a vicious woman.
That woman Lu Yiran has always been good at putting on a show. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to gain a firm foothold in Xuanxiao Palace so quickly...
Before leaving Xuanxiao Palace, Xuan Shaoqi thought the most miserable thing was that his father did not believe him, and his father believed the words of that bad woman. The two of them drifted further and further apart, and in the end, he completely ignored him and left him to fend for himself...
But after leaving Xuanxiao Palace and struggling to survive alone outside, Xuan Shaoqi realized that in the face of survival, any suffering is not worth mentioning.
When he left Xuanxiao Palace, he was still a half-grown child. Even if he brought some gold and silver with him, it was still just a three-year-old child carrying gold through a busy market, and people would rob him...
The things he brought were robbed on the first day. He was very angry at that time, but later he realized that he should be thankful that the people he met were not extremely evil. He was lucky that the group of people only robbed him and did not kill him.
Without money, a half-grown child, and no ability to survive, he could not support himself, but the pride of the Young Palace Master of Xuanxiao Palace made it impossible for him to lower his head and survive like a beggar...
He had been wandering outside for half a year. Every day was a torture for him. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes every day was to find food and think about how to survive in this world.
As for the father? And the stepmother?
Except for the first few days when he could still remember them, he had no time to think about these two people afterwards. Compared with staying alive, nothing else mattered.
He was busy every day, and only when he couldn't hold on any longer would he think of his mother and Aunt Mo...
In winter, wearing a small and worn-out coat and shoes that exposed his toes, Xuan Shaoqi wondered whether he should go get some food and then find the woman in the dilapidated temple to help him weave a pair of straw sandals.
The things he brought from Xuanxiao Palace were all good, but no matter how good they were, they could not withstand being worn all the time, not to mention that he had grown fast in recent years and his clothes and shoes had long been outgrown.
The past six months have been very hard, but Xuan Shaoqi has matured a lot. At least he is no longer the young palace master who knows nothing, nor is he the naive child who cannot survive in Xuanxiao Palace after losing his father.
Xuan Shaoqi has gradually adapted to the life outside. With his basic martial arts skills, he has subdued the little beggars in the area. Then he takes these little beggars to catch birds, fish, and dig wild vegetables, and asks the old beggars to sell them for buns and steamed buns...
Perhaps, at the beginning their income was not as much as begging, but as time went on, their ability to catch fish and birds became stronger and stronger. They could not only feed themselves but also have a little surplus, so that they could buy a piece of coarse cloth to buy themselves clean clothes.
Xuan Shaoqi's clothes had long been too small to wear, but he was not like other little beggars. Even though his clothes were very worn out, he still washed them cleanly without a trace of dirt.
Even though he is not the young master of Xuanxiao Palace, he is not a street beggar either. His world is not here.
Xuan Shaoqi had planned his life long ago. He would definitely stand out and return to Xuanxiao Palace with his strength. However, plans cannot keep up with changes. He met his master...
The master knew his identity and took him back to the sect, teaching him martial arts, literacy, and how to be a good person.
Moreover, the master also spread the news that he was alive to Xuanxiao Palace.
The master did this not for himself, but for him.
His father had always thought he was dead. When his half brother turned one year old, he held a banquet and announced in public that the child was Xuan Xiao's eldest son, the Young Palace Master. Unfortunately...
On that day, the master took him back. His existence was undoubtedly a slap in his father's face. The master asked his father, if the child in his hand was Shao Gong, then what about Xuan Shaoqi?
What is it?
Xuan Shaoqi still remembers his father's face, which was covered in blood and red. How can he describe it?
At that moment, he felt a pleasure he had never felt before.
And his stepmother was like seeing a ghost: "You, you are dead, aren't you?"
What did I say?
I remember very clearly that I said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry that I didn't die at the bottom of the cliff as you wished. Are you disappointed?"
"W-what? I don't understand what you are saying?"
The woman started to act dumb again, but where was this place?
This is not his father's backyard. There are many talented people here. No one will pay attention to her even if she acts crazy. But me?
After living in the city for more than half a year, I understand the ways of the world much better than before. If it were the old me, I would definitely insist on it and eventually my reason would become unreasonable. But what about me now?
Know what it means to quit while you are ahead.
Understand what it means to not give the other person a chance to speak.
I only said one sentence and then let it go. I bowed to my father and asked, "Father, my brother is the young palace master, so what am I? Do you not recognize me? If so, I have nothing to say. I respect your decision. I will take my mother's surname and leave with my mother's body."
Retreat to advance?
Threatening the biological father?
No matter what others say, no one can find fault with me, and my father...
He claimed to be a great hero in the world, how could he not recognize his own son and let his wife's body be taken away? His father's face twisted and he said uncomfortably: "How, how is it possible? Father thought something happened to you, so..."
"Really?" I lowered my eyes, looking sad, and said in a voice that was not loud but loud enough for others to hear: "Master said that you never looked for me, and when you were not sure whether I was alive or dead, you directly built a cenotaph for me."
"Father, I fell and lay there for three days. I was in pain, scared, cold and hungry. I was hoping that you would come and save me. If I hadn't met Master, I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."
Xuan Shaoqi didn’t say anything else, but who among those present didn’t understand?
People in the underworld are not like those aristocratic families who are particular about not interfering in other people's family affairs. More people in the underworld are not fussy about trivial matters and are more righteous.
Hearing Xuan Shaoqi's words, they immediately slammed their desks and stood up. Some of the older ones even relied on their own high moral character to accuse Xuan Shaoqi's father of being unworthy of being a father...
Xuan Shaoqi's father was speechless. Lu Yiran wanted to speak, but would Xuan Shaoqi give her a chance?
How is it possible that Xuan Shaoqi has not improved his skills at all after hanging around in the streets for so long?
Without waiting for the couple to speak, Xuan Shaoqi continued, "I know that Madam had a younger brother at that time, and father didn't have time to look for me. Father, I don't blame you."
Yes, Xuan Shaoqi didn't blame his father at all. Although he had that man's blood flowing in his veins, Xuan Shaoqi had no feelings for him and no expectations...
The two of them, father and son, were like strangers, guarding against each other and calculating against each other. There was nothing wrong with this...
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