12dz Chapter 141 Ying Yong's Memory
Chapter 141 Ying Yong's Memory
Of course Ying Yong knew there was no need for him to remind him, and he especially hated being called a dog. He knew he was just a superfluous figure and could only win favor and honor by currying favor. He admitted that he would overreact when he heard it. It was fine for a friend to call him that, but he would never allow Mu Shaoyuan's obviously derogatory term like that.
He saw Qin Shuxue's worried eyes below the competition stage, and she was shouting to cheer him on. Suddenly, he felt that he was really sorry for her. After all, she knew nothing, but was still willing to be so nice to him.
He was born into an unexpected family. In this royal family that values status and family background, his mother was not only humble, but also not prominent. His father loved his mother for a while and favored her for several days in a row, and then he was born.
But there were so many concubines in the palace, and my mother was pregnant for ten months, which was enough for my father to forget that he had ever loved such a woman. The only one who could stand by his side was the queen. They had known each other since childhood. My father was not an ungrateful person. Everyone said that the queen had earned blessings in her previous life.
Blessing? Ying Yong sneered. Why tell a woman that a man's favor is a blessing? If it is really a blessing, his mother must have been blessed, but how could she give birth to such an unpleasant thing like him?
Ying Yong had never seen his father before he was seven years old. He grew up in his mother's remote house. His mother was not the head of the family, but was only a concubine. His father was only an official of the eighth rank. Fortunately, they were not good officials who cheated and were truly honest.
When Ying Yong was young, he didn't even have a teacher. It was his mother who taught him magic and cultivation. However, he didn't like his mother because she gave him not only knowledge, but also so many other things. When his mother read to him, she always told him to fight for it and to walk in front of his father more often so that his father would like him.
Competing for favor is something that has been ingrained in Ying Yong's bones since childhood.
He knew that his mother's monthly period was not much, and in the cold winter, there was often not enough charcoal fire, so the mother and son hugged each other to keep warm. When he was a child, he also respected his mother's words as an imperial decree. He wanted his mother to live a good life and not have to look at the face of Concubine Jing in the main palace. But he didn't even have the chance to see his father.
It was not until he was seven years old that he was practicing in the yard. Perhaps his father finally remembered that he had favored a concubine here and came to take a look.
Little Ying Yong looked like his mother, not much like his father, except for his heroic eyes, which looked exactly like his father's. The emperor knew he would not like this child very much when he saw him, because he had too many children, and this child did not look like him.
When Concubine Shang heard the news, she hurried out of the room, knelt down before the emperor, and pushed Ying Yong forward.
The emperor still gave face to Concubine Shang, helped her up, sat her on the small table in the yard and looked at Ying Yong. He couldn't even remember which child he had named: "What's your name, and how old are you?"
Ying Yong replied politely: "Father, I am Ying Yong, seven years old this year."
"Seven years old... This cultivation talent is not bad." The emperor looked at Ying Yong and summoned a spell, "Hit that tree in the distance and let me see."
Shang Jieyu didn't say anything, but stared at Ying Yong with her eyes, as if warning him not to fail, no matter how far away the tree was.
Fortunately, little Ying Yong was gifted, so this little thing was easy for him - of course he would use some tricks, and getting along with his mother, he had already trained himself to be pleasing to others, and had a lot of little thoughts in his mind. His father only said to hit it and see, but didn't say how much damage it would cause. He formed the flame into a small point, saving spiritual power as much as possible, and used all the spiritual power on the ejection.
Sure enough, he hit it, leaving a small dot on the tree trunk. The emperor was also a cultivator, so he could see it clearly.
If it was his second son, the emperor would have laughed and praised him for his quick thinking, because his second son was born by the queen, and the queen had miscarried many times, which made the emperor very distressed. But now when he looked at Ying Yong, he felt that this kid was too cunning, guessing his thoughts at such a young age, and immediately frowned: "Ying Yong, I remember that it was because I happened to have diplomatic relations with Yongbei on the day you were born, so I gave you the name to remember peace forever. Since your name is so grand, how can you have so many small thoughts and dare to touch me?"
Shang Jieyu was so frightened that her face turned pale. She knelt again and pointed at Ying Yong, saying, "Come over here and kneel down!"
When Xiao Yingyong saw the emperor getting angry, he was not as panicked as Concubine Shang. He only felt disgust towards the man in front of him, although he also had some desire. He said openly, "Your Majesty wants me to hit the tree, but my cultivation is low, so I am afraid I cannot complete your order. I thought about it and hoped that your Majesty was not wrong, so I used this method. It is really the best performance I can do within my ability. I hope your Majesty will not blame me."
The emperor was slightly startled, as if he did not expect that Concubine Shang's son could say such words. His dislike also faded a little, and he smiled a little and said, "Concubine Shang, please get up. Seeing your son is so eloquent, how can I bear to punish him? How about this? I see that he has no teacher yet, so he can go to school with the other brothers every day."
When Concubine Shang heard this, she thought it was a good opportunity to show off in front of the emperor. She was overjoyed and kowtowed several times to thank the emperor for his grace.
However, after the emperor left, Concubine Shang still punished little Ying Yong, saying that he was presumptuous and would eventually bring disaster upon himself.
Xiao Yingyong thought that Shang Jieyu was worried about him, so he endured it silently, touching the bruises on his body to comfort Shang Jieyu. He thought his life was going to get better, but he didn't expect that this was just the beginning of a nightmare.
The emperor had more than a dozen sons, and he was the eighth, with older, mature brothers and younger brothers. The eldest prince was born to the emperor's deceased wife, when the emperor was not yet the emperor, and the marriage was just a political marriage. The eldest prince was already in his teens, almost reaching adulthood, and did not study with them, but spent the whole day reading in his room.
The second prince is the child of the emperor's beloved woman after he ascended the throne. He is twelve years old this year and has a very flamboyant personality. Probably because he is doted on, he is openly obsessed with martial arts and strategies, and leading troops to fight. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the next emperor.
The third prince was the son of Concubine Li, and was only twelve years old. He did not like playing with his brothers, but liked to hang out with the princesses. The emperor wanted to teach him, but he did not know where to start, and over time the emperor just let him do what he wanted.
The Fourth Prince is the child of Concubine Gao, he is eleven years old and gets along very well with the Second Prince. Specifically, he follows the Second Prince around as his little follower every day. Children may not understand political affairs, but they are also watched out for by the Emperor.