Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

On a dark and windy night, it is time to understand other people’s clothes.

Father Ji’s men were understanding, but he couldn’t bear to see people sad: “Don’t think about it. The son of the Ji family knows his limits.”

...They had been married for twenty years, and the fact that he had just not extinguished the oil lamp was a signal. Ji's mother was angry: "You are already old..." She raised her hand, and the next moment her long gown and pajamas were thrown out of the tent.

"My wife is so beautiful!" Ji's father gave out free compliments one after another, "I miss you so much!..." He was revisiting the old place with ease, "It's been more than half a month, haven't you missed me, your husband?" As he said this, he turned over and looked down at her clearly, his hands sometimes heavy and sometimes light, "So soft!"

Mother Ji tightly shut her mouth, held her breath, and hooked her arm around his neck. She lowered her prickly beard and sniffed around like a horse, digging at her territory to mark it, and muttered, "Eat as much as you can!"

The more he hid, the more he was annoyed. This hobby had remained the same for twenty years. Ji's mother hugged the restless black head, and when she thought that he had a day off tomorrow and didn't have to be on duty, she knew she couldn't wait any longer, so she touched the handkerchief under the pillow, bit it in her mouth, and let him go.

Autumn arrives, bringing prosperity and splendor to the world, with boundless beauty and a perfect balance of light and dark. On a day off, Qin Xiuyuan, dressed in a half-worn round-necked robe, leisurely led Ah Zong and Wang Cai out, preparing to first visit his mother at the General's Mansion, then head outside the city for horseback riding and dog training.

The autumn weather is clear and refreshing. Occasionally, the wind blows and brings a golden rain. Wangcai chases the swaying yellow leaves, kicking his legs, jumping up, biting a yellow leaf that has fallen to an unknown place, spitting it out, and then goes after the next one. He has a lot of fun chasing back and forth along the way.

At the side door of the Huihong General's Mansion, Qin Xiuyuan handed the horse to the doorman, shook out the dog leash, and Wangcai cooperated with his master to put it on. His whole body shook for a while, but he did not run around. He followed behind his master, quietly waiting for the rope to pull him.

"Wangcai, what a good dog!" He couldn't help but admire.

She really gave a great gift.

The man and the dog were stopped outside the main hall of Mingzhu Garden. "Master Qin, dogs are not allowed inside."

"I will hold it. It's only one step away from me." Qin Xiuyuan lifted the rope. It was only two arms long. He was a warrior and had absolute strength and reaction to control any living creature close to him.

"Master Qin, dogs are not allowed inside. You can leave them to me for guarding."

The servant repeated his previous request.

Wang Caijing has been trained and will only allow close people to get close to him when he is tied up. This is a skill that Uncle Tang has specially trained him to have with good intentions in order to prevent him from becoming a good piece of meat.

"I removed the leash, and it will follow you."

The servant was going to tie the dog to a tree stump outside the yard, but without a leash, the dog would run around wildly, which was not acceptable.

The two were at a stalemate when a gentle voice called out from the main hall: "Cousin!" When the voice fell, someone arrived. Wang Jing came out, waved away the servants, and knelt in greeting: "Cousin, Auntie is waiting for you."

As her name suggests, she is a quiet woman, chaste, elegant, and graceful. She was surprised to see a medium-sized dog. She wondered when her cousin, who always kept strangers away, started raising a local dog. Without showing it, she approached and whispered to him, "Aunt is pregnant."

What? He subconsciously pulled the rope, and Wangcai was hanging by the neck and cried out. Qin Xiuyuan was stunned on the spot, as if he had been struck by lightning. He lowered his head and stared at the woman in front of him, his eyes were full of fire and there was a grievance that he had suppressed tightly: "Ha!"

With a cold laugh, he dragged Wangcai into the main hall. Jade bricks, rosewood chairs, silken garments, golden cups and silver spoons—for five years, Qin Xiuyuan had repeatedly sought to see his biological mother in this luxurious place. This luxurious place was no longer his home, and his mother was no longer his father's wife. His searching gaze fell on the belly of the woman in the upper seat, dressed in silken garments. She would soon no longer be his own mother.

He did not greet, did not sit down, and did not speak. Wangcai leaned close to his knees. The man and the dog waited in silence, the dog waiting for instructions and to be led.

And he was waiting for the knife to fall.

Blood ties are sometimes indescribable. Aunt Wang looked at her silent son, examining him from head to toe. After not seeing him for a year, he looked tall and strong, seemingly able to hold up the sky. His features had become more distinct, his demeanor steady and resolute. Her striking looks, her ex-husband's exceptional temperament, combined into one, they became their son. However, her ex-husband's cheerful and easygoing nature had vanished over the years, leaving only a reserved and polite demeanor, and now he seemed to be observing with a cold, indifferent attitude.

"Hearing the general praise you, you have made great progress. Your father in heaven would also be very pleased to see this."

... "The child has already offered sacrifice to his father."

"How's that sickly kid?" Aunt Wang felt it was bad luck that he was on the verge of death two or three times a year.

"Wangshu is doing well now." Qin Xiuyuan managed to hold back and replied, "She's not a sickly person."

She even called him by his name, "The Ji family is dishonest. They let you have private contact with that sickly guy?" How cunning. Her son didn't know anything. The girl came to him just to make the sickly guy eat Ding Xiuyuan!

There was a sickly person on the left and a sickly person on the right, "...Mother, what do you want to see me for?" He no longer insisted and lowered his eyes, as if he was being patient and polite again.

"She gets angry when you talk about her. What's the big deal if you marry her? You're the only son your father has! You're wiping out your own family."

With his current abilities, looks, and physique, he had a 50% chance of marrying the general's daughter. A sickly child with no family would only be a burden to him, "hammering his future, hindering his descendants... The money he earned wouldn't even be enough to support the clinic..."

"Mother! Xiuyuan is just a lonely man, and having her company is enough. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave. Mother, take care of yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Stop!" Aunt Wang stood up and walked towards her son, her voice trembling: "You and I are mother and son, not enemies!" For so many years, every meeting ended in such a bad mood.

"The mother had not seen her son many times before. Why?"

Aunt Wang did not answer. It was always the father and son who made concessions to her. When he was stubborn, she refused to see him and would never compromise.

"Regarding my son's marriage, my mother said five years ago that marriage is a free choice. I hope she can continue to be considerate of others and respect her son's freedom of marriage."

"You...!!!" Aunt Wang was furious. She raised her hand high and slapped him. "Pa!" She subconsciously hit him at the junction of his jaw and neck. Unknowingly, he was taller than his father.

When Wangcai saw his master being attacked, he immediately grabbed the ground with all four claws, bared his teeth, and tried to pounce forward. Qin Xiuyuan quickly pulled him back a few steps, touched him with his toes, and pushed him back behind him.

No matter how fast he moved, Aunt Wang was still frightened by the dog's sudden fierce baring of its teeth, and she subconsciously protected her belly to comfort herself.

The movement struck him like a long-range arrow, a knife piercing his heart. The truth was before him, and the strength in his straight back suddenly slipped away. "I know you're about to become a mother again. I hope you take care of yourself and have a safe birth. If there's nothing else, I'd like to leave."

He lowered his head quietly facing his mother, who turned her face away. After the dust settled, he shed silent tears.

"Yuan'er,...mother can't make the decision...in the future..." Turning around and seeing her son crying, she stopped talking.

Men don't shed tears easily, but only when they're heartbroken. After her ex-husband died, her son was forced to grow up, studying and practicing martial arts day and night, never complaining or feeling tired. Later, when she insisted on leaving home, he burst into tears and begged her desperately, kneeling outside her door, crying and pounding the ground for an entire night.

This time, he had grown up and was able to swallow his tears, but he couldn't hide the crystal clear emotions that were gushing out.

"Yuan'er...you..." Aunt Wang wanted to stop her from crying. At least it wasn't a bad thing. This was his brother or sister, and with the relationship with General Qin, it would be a help if he wanted to move up...

But her son looked at her deeply, which made her swallow the words she had not spoken. She turned and left without saying a word.

Wang Si's concubine leaned back on the chaise longue, feeling somewhat exhausted, and she felt increasingly distant from her son. She felt truly miserable. When she was diagnosed with pregnancy a few days ago, she had been a bit panicked on the first day. Yuan'er had been a gifted child, a man of both literary and martial potential. His father had made up his mind to invest heavily in his upbringing and had not had any more children.

He has a strong personality, and I probably hurt his feelings!

"Five taels of silver?!" Wangshu was stunned. Her face was filled with disbelief as she pointed at the small house in front of her. The roof had many spots of light, and the surrounding walls were as dilapidated as a ruined temple. "Look at this backyard. You can see the sky day and night, and it can come in in the rain or shine! If a mouse got in, it wouldn't be able to get a full night's sleep!"

He walked into the yard in two steps. "Dead branches and fallen leaves are scattered all over the ground, snakes, insects, rats and ants are scurrying around. I'm afraid you're not asking for too much!"

Five taels of silver, this price is too outrageous!

The middleman was amused by her well-balanced words. "Miss Wangshu, let's be frank. A house like this was only priced at one or two taels of silver per month six months ago. Now, the price of goods in Yaocheng is like paper in Luoyang. In Luoyang, only paper is expensive, but in Yaocheng, only people are cheap."

"This house is indeed a bit run-down, but if you rent it and spend some money to renovate it, in a location like this, you can use the front as a storefront for business, and the backyard as a living space. You can store items in the yard and build a small pavilion. In the long run, this deal will be beneficial to you!"

Hehe, her father has been a clerk for ten years and his monthly salary is only three taels of silver plus some food and cloth. The monthly rent for such a dilapidated house is five taels. Forget it, I'd better just go home and smoke it!

"The price is too high and I can't afford it. If you come across a house with a good price, please help me introduce it to you."

Her high-spirited and arrogant father always made a big show of himself every time he got his salary home. He would pretend to hand over the household expenses, give his daughter some change, and even ask for an extra dish and some wine. His wife would massage his back and his daughter would massage his legs...

The prices nowadays are really beyond the reach of ordinary people. The old farmer sold her ten bundles of firewood for only two hundred copper coins. The couple had to walk halfway up the mountain to chop the firewood, carry it home, saw it, split it, and dry it in the sun. They had to work for ten days or half a month, and then they had to bundle it up and carry it to the street to sell, which took another ten days...

The asking price for a shabby house is five taels, outrageous!