The Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 11 Chang'an is not Chang'an (Five)

"Father, do you know? I will never forget my second brother's death."

Wang Yu turned his head, looked at Han Zhuo, then turned back to his father, and took a deep breath. The memories just now, even if they were just memories, made his body tremble again.

"I have been holding on to that question for a long time and I have never dared to ask you. But I think, today, I can ask."

Wang Yu paused and plucked up all his courage: "Why, you killed your own son for a maid?"

Wang Mang put down the wine glass in his hand, supported his elbows on the table, and gently placed his head on his hands that were held together. He listened to Wang Yu asking this question.

Then he smiled, smiling calmly.

The answer to Wang Yu was a rhetorical question.

"So, please answer me first, my son. What is it? Let you think that Wang Mang's son's life should have different value from the life of a maid?"

Wang Yu looked at his father's face covered by his hands, showing only a pair of bright eyes, and stood there in a daze.

Rather than saying that he doesn't know how to answer this question, he doesn't know why it becomes a problem.

Of course it is different! Wang Mang's son is of course different from a maid...their life value is of course different!

This is the truth between heaven and earth! No explanation is needed, no reason is needed!

Whether it is Duke An Han, Wang Mang, the Grand Tutor of the dynasty, or Wang Mang, the Marquis of Xindu at that time, his identity and even his son's identity are naturally different from that of a maid!

Even... neither should be compared together!

"That's right. Your reaction is exactly the same as I expected." Wang Mang smiled faintly: "You have never considered this issue, and you have never even thought that such a problem exists. Different backgrounds, different statuses, and even the value of life is different. In you, in Wang Hu and everyone in this era, this is a natural way that cannot be changed since time immemorial, right?"

“…”

Wang Yu didn't say anything or nodded, but his silence had already given the answer.

"But, I don't think so." Wang Mang looked at the glass of wine in front of Wang Mu that had never been moved, and picked it up and put it in front of Wang Yu: "Do you know, what was the mood when I saw the body of the maid?"

Wang Yu picked up the wine and shook his head blankly.

"Then, let me tell you everything I saw that day." Wang Mang poured himself wine, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then he breathed a sigh of relief and fell into deep memories.

"That was the first time I saw a real dead person with my own eyes. Yes, the first time. Not only that, it was the first time I saw a corpse that was tortured with my own eyes. Until now, I can't forget the death of the maid, even though I don't even know her name."

"That day, I was really scared. Really. When I watched the naked body being dragged out of the room by Wang Huo, her whole body was covered with rope marks and purple, her face was swollen so much that it was almost impossible to see clearly, and her lower body was stuffed..."

Wang Mang took a deep breath, stopped describing, poured another glass of wine for himself, and drank it all over again.

"The pain she suffered before her death still appears in my nightmare from time to time. She died like a livestock, not a human. But Wang Huo's purpose of killing her was just for fun. That morning, when he looked at me, I saw the embarrassment in his eyes and the worry about punishment, but that's all. I didn't see guilt, regret. No... nothing... nothing at all!!"

Wang Mang tightly held the Jiujue in his hand, his face twisted, and he bit his teeth tightly.

"I know you are better than your younger brother. You will not kill a maid for the purpose of enjoying yourself for no reason. But I also know that this is just because you don't like to do this. You are more kind than him, but your eyes see their status, just like your younger brother, and you think that the value of life between people is different."

"But this is indeed different!" When Wang Yu heard these words from his father for the first time, he shook his head in a daze, but didn't know how to respond, so he could only repeat over and over again: "This is indeed different..."

"It's the same." Wang Mang sighed: "Although most people don't think so, the value of life, its origin, and status have nothing to do with it. Everyone's life is the same. So, when I saw the body of the maid, I had already made up my mind."

"Wang Huo must die."

"But he is your biological son after all!" Wang Yu's brows were tightly locked, looking at his father who was becoming increasingly strange in front of him: "It's your flesh and blood! Can you really even take action on your own son!"

"Flesh?" Wang Mang shook his head, and a strange expression appeared on his face: "I don't care. The so-called blood relationship. In my eyes, the only thing that can be inherited is will. What's more..."

"Will?" Wang Yu looked at Wang Mu beside him and his cousin: "So, is it him the heir you chose, the one who inherits your will?"

"Yes." Wang Mang nodded: "It's him."

Wang Yu smiled miserably, with despair on his face: "So that's it... my second brother was wrong, and I was wrong too... In your heart, it turns out that we have never been the object you want."

"That's right. And what happened today made me verify this." Wang Mang sighed with some regret: "If you are just satisfied with being a rich man, as my son, you can live a peaceful and peaceful life. But unfortunately, you have chosen to take a path that is contrary to me."

"So... am I going to die too? Just like my second brother?" Wang Yu smiled self-deprecatingly and looked at Han Zhuo beside him: "This time, is he here to do it?"

Lu Yan, who had been confused and unknown what had happened, finally understood the conversation between the father and son, stared at his big eyes and screamed in irrepressible.

"No, it's not him." Wang Mang shook his head: "In order to completely disappear from this court, I need you to die even more sensational."

Wang Yu looked at his father in despair: "But, I have never killed anyone, I just did something wrong, why should I get the same ending as my second brother! Why should I die too!"

“For the ideal.”

This time, it was not Wang Mang who spoke, but Wang Mu who had never spoken a word.

What he looked at was not his cousin Wang Yu, but his uncle Wang Mang. There was a frenzy light flashing in his eyes, burning like a fire.

“Yes, for the ideal.”

The same thing was also burning in Wang Mang's eyes.

Wang Yu slowly lowered his head, and after a long time, he raised his face again, and his face turned pale.

"What about... what about her?"

He asked Lu Yan beside him, his wife, the young woman who had completely shrank into a group of fear.

Wang Mang sighed deeply.

"Don't worry, I'll... handle it properly."

...

A month later, all the Wei clans were killed.

On the same day, Wang Yu was given poisoned wine by Wang Mang in prison and committed suicide. Lu Kuan was beheaded on the streets of Chang'an and abandoned the market.

Three months later, Lu Yan gave birth to a son for the dead Wang Yu, and was immediately sentenced to death by Wang Mang.

...

On the afternoon of autumn, the maple forest outside Chang'an City was already blood-red.

A carriage parked next to the maple forest.

The carriage is decorated very simple and has no marks, but the two horses pulling the carriage are all first-class and good horses.

Lu Yan was sitting in the car with a pale face. The baby in his arms was still crying, and she looked at Wang Mang standing outside the car window with a breathless look.

"Let's go, go to Nanton. There, no one will know you're still alive."

Wang Mang sighed softly, looked at the crying baby in her arms, and said in a stern voice: "Raising him well. At least, leave a bloodline for Wang Yu."

The coachman drove the carriage and gradually moved away. From beginning to end, Lu Yan never said a word.

Looking at the carriage driving towards the east, Wang Mang slowly turned around and looked at the majestic Chang'an City in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Yu'er. But there's only so much I can do."

Wang Mang smiled bitterly and was about to step forward, but his body tilted and he fell to the ground.

"teacher!"

He supported Wang Mang with his arms to avoid the embarrassment of falling.

Wang Mang turned his head to look at Wang Mu who was worried, and smiled faintly: "It's okay..." Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and then his whole body looked much worse.

Wang Mang smiled bitterly: "Who can be ruthless than plants or trees?"

Wang Mu supported Wang Mang, as if he wanted to say something, but hesitated. In his eyes, this uncle, the teacher seemed to have rarely been so weak in recent years, but this was closer to the person who was still teasing him back then.

When was that time? Wang Mu narrowed his eyes and fell into memories. The Wang family was a prominent family in the court and the country, and a big family was happy together. When Wang Mu was young, he spent a while with Wang Mang. At that time, Wang Mang was a slutty gangster. He took Xiao Wang Mu around to play all day, sucking birds and fishing without any sign of being right. Wang Mang's father was so angry that he couldn't stop scolding, saying that you would be fooling around yourself and even bring bad things. However, that time was Wang Mu's happiest day.

The change was on a snowy afternoon. Wang Mang took Wang Mu to sleep in the warm pavilion. After Wang Mang finished a bucket of wine, Wang Mu suddenly felt that his uncle became unfamiliar. His movements of holding the wine, his eyes, and the momentum he emitted were completely different from those of Wang Mang on weekdays. In the following days, Wang Mu discovered that Wang Mang had started to study and was very happy to read the book "The Analects of Confucius" that he was most annoying.

However, Xiao Wang Mu didn't care about his uncle's abnormality, and he gradually became alienated from Wang Mang. Until a few years later, Wang Mu met Wang Mang again, when his uncle had already stood in the court.

Wang Mu and Wang Mang talked at night until the sky turned white. If he had only had a little closeness to this uncle in his childhood, then after this night, he was completely impressed by Wang Mang's high theory of the world.

Those terms he had never heard, those wisdom he had never thought about, those strange ideas he could not understand...
Chapter completed!