Chapter 555： my ancestor's name

His eyes were complicated, "Does the girl know this name? This is the name of my ancestors."

Hearing Xiao Zhenghe's words, Xiao Yanyan's dignified and virtuous expression showed cracks, her lips trembled slightly, and her voice contained an uncontrollable cry.

The corners of her mouth raised a far-fetched arc, "I... can you tell us his story?"

Chu Chen, who was sitting beside him, was speechless.

He stretched out his hand to hold her hand, interlocking his fingers, wrapping her small hand with his wide palm, slowly soothing her emotions.

Xiao Zhenghe clearly felt that her emotions were not quite right, so he did not refuse, and said with a smile, "Of course, please wait a moment."

He got up from his position and hurried back to the house.

Seeing Xiao Yanyan's slightly pale face, the others sat quietly, and no one dared to disturb her.

It didn't take long for Xiao Zhenghe to leave and return, holding a picture scroll with a sense of age in his hand. After sitting down, he carefully spread it out.

The picture on it is a man in official uniform, about seventy years old, his face is wrinkled, and the breath exuding from his body is serious and kind.

Next to the scroll is a private seal with a line of poem written on it. The calligraphy of the person who wrote the poem is excellent, and the handwriting is elegant and clear.

Xiao Zhenghe looked at this well-preserved painting with a little nostalgia in his eyes, and talked about the ancestors passed down from the older generation.

"I heard from the older generation that the person in the picture is the grandfather of Emperor Wu of the Nanliang Empire a thousand years ago, the father-in-law of the king."

"The enemy country combined with the barbarians to invade, but the king of Yu led the army to fight but died in battle. The princess of the royal family, Xiao Shi Yanyan, is his direct daughter."

"The princess could not bear the pain of losing the prince, and she committed suicide by hanging in the palace. The ancestors were deeply saddened after hearing the news."

"It didn't take long for the ancestors to resign to the sage, and the sage refused with grief. The master knelt down for three days, and the emperor gave him permission."

"After resigning, he returned to Wushan on the border, and made a rule that in the future, relatives of the Xiao clan could not enter the court hall, and could not take a step outside Wushan."

"The other collateral families have moved out of here one after another over the years, and only the Xiao family has been staying in Wushan Village."

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After listening to Xiao Zhenghe's remarks, the people present were depressed and unable to lift themselves up, and a lingering sadness lingered in their hearts.

Xiao Yanyan looked at the gray-haired old man in the painting, tears welling up in his eyes.

Father……

His father was loyal, brave and upright all his life, but he was the emperor's teacher but he didn't teach the emperor well, and he must feel extremely guilty in his heart.

The husband and her dead father must have known, otherwise, how could they resign resolutely?

Returning to the frontier to guard the frontier that the Kirin army swears to protect, perhaps the only way to give his father some comfort.

Chu Chen held Xiao Yanyan's hand and looked at Xiao Zhenghe, his cold aura weakened, "Thank you for your hard work."

This person is very popular, but he was supposed to be an eagle, but he had to guard an acre of land, unable to fly in the vast sky.

Xiao Zhenghe smiled freely, "I didn't work hard, I just cried for them."

He looked at his son and wife who were playing, with tenderness in his eyes.

Xiao Shuizhuo, who was playing with a spinning top, ran over when he heard this.

His little face was full of serious retort, "Dad is wrong, it's not hard at all in the country, I like the country."

In the countryside, you can catch loaches, fish and catch shrimps with your friends, play hide-and-seek, eagles, and chickens. No one will play with him in the city.

"Okay."

"Just like the countryside."

The child's childish words were warm, Xiao Zhenghe laughed, raised his hand and stroked the top of his son's head.