Fairy, please let me explain

Chapter 534 Fate
From Caiqing's words and deeds, Xu Yuan had vaguely guessed the identity of the old man named Wuming, but when he really confirmed it, he was still somewhat complicated.

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

I don’t know if the truth has been tampered with, but the grandfather in the records 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 said in a very soft voice:

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

After 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 made Fengyuanqin hit the terrifying claw just now. If he was given spiritual tea to drink, it might really cause trouble.

Although Feng Yuanqin was very cautious when speaking, for fear of offending his grandson and causing him to walk away, the condescension that was 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, Fengyuanqin was the one taking the initiative to stir up the topic.

The faint scent of tea spreads in the dim room.

"Farewell, I'm just arty."

Hearing this, Fengyuanqin immediately smiled coquettishly, stopped talking, and silently picked up the teacup 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, and subconsciously raised his eyes to glance 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 were completely 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 wanted him to stay a little longer in this way.

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

There is no falsification of the records about this grandfather in the internal reference of the Prime Minister's Office.

"Oh? Mother, what kind of tea does she usually drink here?"

"The movements of making tea, and the character, the same care, the same prudence. When that girl came to see me before, she used a fire stick to light a fire."

"Oh, that's how it is."

It's clumsy, but inexplicably sad.

"The heat for this tea is a bit too low. If you boil it for a little while, the flavor will be just right, and the flavor will be light and fragrant. And"

Fengyuan Qin's wrinkled hand gently rubbed the wall of the cup, feeling the hot warmth on it, and subconsciously whispered:

Seeing this, Xu Yuan was puzzled, 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 his attempt to refill Ran Qingmo's tea, rolled his eyes, and interrupted:

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

"The Tian Qingxiang 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 a word or two before the room falls into silence, racking their brains to bring up a new topic, and then the silence continues.

Fengyuanqin didn't try to persuade him anymore after hearing this. He had already seen from the conversation just now 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 does it look like?"

After a while, the clear spring water in the teapot began to make a gurgling sound.

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

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Very contradictory.

"Ok?"

Pushing the washed tea set over, Xu Yuan chuckled and said, "Of course, 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, very good, very good.
Fengyuan Qin’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 old man's craftsmanship has not deteriorated. Even if old man 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.

With that said, Fengyuanqin gave Xu Yuan another drink, 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 to look at him and said softly:
"Today is the first day of the new year."

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Upon hearing this date, Fengyuanqin's old eyes dropped for a few breaths before she whispered softly:

"Is it already the New Year's Eve? How many years has it been since Jiajing 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 doing these years?"

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

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

"I've told you a long time ago that these things are untouchable, so why would you risk the world's disapproval? What a silly girl."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan said softly: "You don't hate your mother?"

His mother and uncle rebelled against his grandfather.

"hatred"

Fengyuanqin played with the tea set in front of her unconsciously, and her voice had a hint of complexity:

"Of course I hate it. I've been sorry to many people in my life, but I can only be sorry for your mother and uncle, and they betrayed me because of an outsider."

After saying that, Fengyuanqin smiled slightly:

"But after so many years, even the deepest hatred has dissipated. Besides, I should be the one to blame for the actions of your mother and uncle."

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Not only did he say that he was worthy of having an heir, but he also said that he was the one to blame.
Listening to these contradictory words, Xu Yuan's eyes were a little confused.

Fengyuanqin glanced at Xu Yuan across from him and laughed softly:

"It seems that your father has erased that incident from the annals of history. Yes, this kind of thing itself is not glorious. It is somewhat bad for the juniors in 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 Breaking Saint."

He was about to break the saint more than thirty years ago. No wonder in "Cangyuan", when we meet again, this grandpa can hold the level of breaking 100.

As the thought flashed through 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 house?"

".?"

Xu Yuan didn’t understand why his grandfather suddenly said this, but he still said:
"Have."

"The reputation is not good?"

"Stop going your own way, and if you don't get your way, kill them."

"Oh, 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. A little mishandling of the Long family in the capital will serve as a warning."

Saying that, Fengyuanqin suddenly asked Xu Yuan:

"You should know what happened to the Long family, right? After the death of the family leader, 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 because Old Man Long was too indecisive during his lifetime. He was not willing to gather power, was unwilling 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 rise to 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 influence of power, blood is just inheritance, and family ties are never absolute."

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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 said nothing.

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.

"Wow."

In silence, Fengyuan Qin straightened her robes. The aura on her body instantly subsided, and she turned back into 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 in 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 asked 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:
"That mother died because of the 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."

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silence.

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

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

The past has become empty, the blood has gone 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, really?"

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 cultivation level, I am afraid that the old man and I are no longer his enemy."

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After the conversation started, 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 listened to the story of Chang'an's death.

Very calm, just as calm as 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 master of the Feng family's ZTE cautiously gave Xu Yuan some suggestions.

During the conversation, time passed by unconsciously.

When everything was over, Xu Yuan said goodbye and was getting up to leave, but he 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 gentle eyes:

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

(End of this chapter)