Shen Yuanjing clasped his fists and said, "I have met you all, I am Shen Yuanjing. My mother is from the Wang family. She comes here to visit her elders."

The guards did not dare to neglect them, so they quickly led him to the hospitality room and asked him about his mother Wang Wanrou's origins from the third room of the direct family, so they sent someone to report.

After a while, a man about fifty years old walked in. When he saw Shen Yuanjing's appearance, he was stunned, his eyes were inexplicably clear, his tone was not enthusiastic, and he asked, "Are you Wanrou and the son of Chen?"

Shen Yuanjing frowned and said, "My father, Shen Lang, who is you?"

"Hehe, you have the same temperament as your father." The man sneered and said, "I am your uncle Wang Yaoxuan, why are you here alone? Where are the couples?"

"Meet uncle!" Shen Yuanjing stood up and saluted respectfully, saying, "Jia Yan and Jia Ci have passed away for many years."

Wang Yaoxuan was stunned for a moment, his tone was erratic, and he said, "When did it happen?"

"My mother died six years ago, and her father was two years ago." Shen Yuanjing replied. Wang Yaoxuan was silent for a while and said, "Come with me."

After walking through the wall, I saw pavilions, towers, white walls and red tiles. Along both sides of the corridor, there were small bridges and flowing water, rockery, flowers and towering ancient trees.

The garden covers a large area beyond Shen Yuanjing's imagination. After walking for a while, they arrived at the hall. There was an old man in his seventies sitting on the chair of the Grand Master, and a young man in his early thirties stood at the narrator.

After he came in, the old man looked up, his eyes flashed, and he shot straight, looked him up and down, and then said, "Yes, it's similar to Saburo. Where are your parents?"

The old man was Shen Yuanjing's grandfather Wang Guangqi. He gave a great gift and told the news about his parents again. After hearing this, Wang Guangqi snorted coldly and said, "If you don't listen to the discipline, you will ask for trouble!" The story of Wang Wanrou's insistence on marrying Shen Lang back then.

Then he asked about his recent situation. Shen Yuanjing said a few short sentences, saying that he was worshipped under Bai Yu's sect. After his father passed away, he followed his last order and came to pay his respects.

When Wang Guangqi heard this, he sneered and said, "What, I think of me now. The boy named Chen is useless after all. I have said that the dead girl will regret it."

"No." Shen Yuanjing looked directly at Wang Guangqi, shook his head slowly, and said, "As far as I can remember, my mother was very affectionate with her father and never complained. Even before her death, she was reluctant to part with her father and me. Without mentioning a word from others, how could she regret it?"

Seeing that he looked like Shen Lang, Wang Guangqi was rising and almost broke out. He snorted and laughed twice and said, "Then what are you doing?"

"Full fulfill my mother's last wish and worship my grandmother!"

"Okay. Shide, you take him there. After that, give him some silver, and you don't have to bring it back." Wang Guangqi ordered the young man beside him and left.

Wang Yaoxuan glanced at Shen Yuanjing and left. Wang Shide said, "Cousin, come with me." Then he led him out.

The two of them went out of the north gate, rode their horses all the way out of the city, and arrived at the Wang Family Cemetery. On a mountain, there were dense graves. Wang Shide walked around and walked several times before he found the tombstone of Shen Yuanjing's grandmother.

The tombstone is located in a corner, not in the main garden. Some of the tombstones that are accompanying each other are not tall, the stones are different, and some are simple. The engravings are filled with miscellaneous surnames, some of which are dilapidated and eroded, and there are already people in the weeds next to them.

My grandmother's grave was very clean, and there were no pine and cypress on both sides, but a kind of flower tree that my mother also liked. It bloomed in June and was in full bloom all year round. There were no weeds around it, so it was obvious that someone had carefully taken care of it.

When Shen Yuanjing saw this, he felt a little better. He took out the incense paper candle from the package, worshiped him for some time, and kowtowed three times before leaving, thanking her for giving birth to Wang Wanrou, and then he had himself. He then broke a branch from each of the two trees and solemnly put it away.

Wang Shide stood beside him, and saw from beginning to end. When he finished the gift, he took him back down the mountain and was about to part. Before leaving, he handed over a silver note of 500 taels. Seeing that he didn't want it, he didn't force it to be stuffed. He put it in his arms and left.

After Shen Yuanjing worshipped his grandmother, he met the people from the Wang family again. He fulfilled the wish left by Shen Lang. He felt relieved. When he looked at the traffic on the streets and the crowds of people, he felt that the world was much more vivid.

It was getting late at this time. He found a hotel, had dinner, and went back to his room to rest. He planned to leave Chengping early tomorrow morning, turn back to Mingzhou, and place branches on his mother's grave.

...

At the turn of Chen and Si, Shen Yuanjing was meditating in the room. Suddenly, footsteps came from the aisle, and stopped from far to near, and then the "dongdongdongdongdong" knocked on the door.

He went over and opened the door and saw a middle-aged man in his fifties standing outside the door, looking at him with the light, looking familiar.

When the man saw Shen Yuanjing's appearance, he was stunned for a moment, a smile appeared on his face, and said, "You are the son of Wanrou and Shen Lang. I am Wang Yaoqi, your mother's eldest brother."

Shen Yuanjing immediately knew who this was, the contemporary head of the Wang family, Wang Wanrou's cousin, and the father of Wang Shiheng, the "third son of Wulin".

When he was a child, his mother talked about the most relative that his mother ever talked about was this person. After being turned away by the Wang family, she was unwilling to bother her again, but she did not expect to come to her.

He quickly bowed and bowed, Wang Yaoqi held it in his hand and said, "Jing'er, don't be polite, they are all family." As he said, he held his hand, walked into the house together, looked around, and said, "You clean up and go back with me tonight."

Shen Yuanjing also wanted to learn more about his mother's old story, so he followed him back to Wang's house. After arranging the guest room, Wang Yaoqi took him to the study and asked in a trembling voice: "Sister Wanrou, is it already?"

He nodded and told his parents again. Wang Yaoqi's eyes flushed, sadness appeared on his face, and he said in a low voice: "Your mother and I are not a relative of the cousin, but also a cousin. My mother and your grandmother are both surnamed Yu, and they are sisters. They have these two relationships. I have treated her as a sister since I was a child. However, I have never seen each other for many years, and it has been separated by heaven and earth. If I had known that I would not have let her go even if I tried my best."

When Shen Yuanjing heard this, there seemed to be a story, and said, "I came here today, and my grandfather didn't seem to like it. Can you tell me why?"

Wang Yaoqi sighed and said, "Your father is very literary and should teach you that you have read. You know that Tang Ji Zheng Chao always followed Qi Li, and men have a wife and a concubine. Your grandmother was also a concubine. After marrying your grandmother as a concubine, she only gave birth to one daughter because she was weak, and she had two children in succession, so she was not favored by your grandmother. When your mother was eight years old, she died of illness. Since then, your mother has been neglected by your grandmother."

"So that's it. I said why my mother refused to mention the grandfather's family, but she talked about you more uncle." Shen Yuanjing whispered: "It's just that she is injured, so what's going on?"

Wang Yaoqi smiled bitterly: "In order to ensure the long-term long-term, the martial arts learned between the legitimate and the illegitimate family are still different, let alone the daughter of a concubine. But she has always been strong. When she was fourteen years old, she chose to major in martial arts. She abandoned the Xiuyu Heart Method, and chose the Golden Heart Decision, which no one has practiced before, but is more powerful.

When I was sixteen years old, I saw your aunt being forced to marry the Jiang family's tycoon. I was impatient and wanted to do it quickly. But I didn't know that after practicing, I almost died. I finally saved her, but I became weak."

Speaking of this, he looked at the oil lamp and fell into memories, and his voice gradually became low: "I remember asking her why she was doing that. She said that if she couldn't fly freely, she would like to throw herself into the lights in exchange for a moment of glory. She did the same thing later. When she met and fell in love with your father, she resolutely gave up her generous life and wandered around the world with your father.

Unfortunately, I was not the head of the family at that time and had no strength to fight against your grandfather. Moreover, when I saw her being with your father, I became alive and couldn't bear to leave her in the Wang family as a cage, so I secretly let her go.

I also fantasized that one day she came back with her child, stood in front of me, and said proudly: 'Brother, look, this is my child, he is even better than Shiheng.' But I saw the child, but she was gone."

Speaking of this, Wang Yaoqi turned his head and raised his sleeves. Shen Yuanjing sat aside, closed his eyes, and remained silent.
Chapter completed!