Run away if you are lonely

Emperor Yuan has worked hard for dozens of years, can he be green-faced because of these things?Won't.When Emperor Jing fell out with him back then, he just drew his sword and chopped down the tree, and was not angry enough to cut people down.Of course, Emperor Jing's son would not let him draw his sword, not to mention that Emperor Yuan hadn't carried a sword for many years.

In the backlight, a man wearing a scarlet woven golden brocade crane dragon suit walked towards him on the white snow.

Emperor Yuan was in a trance for a while.

The man opened his mouth, as if he was about to call him: "Uncle."

But reality.

"father."

Very crisp.

Emperor Yuan who was slapped in the face: "..."

He frowned, what the hell?

"Nonsense. I am your uncle."

Yuan Xiao blinked: "But since I was born, I haven't even called my father. Now I'm the prince, and you are the emperor. With this status, it's okay to let me have a mouthful? Uncle also knows that in this world, I'm There is no one to call."

These words, what I said, are heartbreaking!

If Wen Yi hadn't been touched by Yuan Xiao's next sentence: "Look, he won't think about punishing us now." He couldn't get up and down in one breath, and he would have applauded the prince's superb acting skills .In just a few days, His Royal Highness continued to refresh Wen Guogong's cognition, new tricks emerged one after another, and the degree of shamelessness can be called a masterpiece.

As expected, Emperor Yuan was stabbed in the heart by a heavy knife and diverted his attention.

"That shouldn't be nonsense, anyone can be a father?"

Wen Yi nodded, well, it makes sense.

……

Wait a moment.

He was shocked to see the face of Emperor Yuan who still had a charming face brazenly speaking: "I am the Lord of all peoples, I shall satisfy your wish. If you want to call me father, I will let you do it once, but I will not do it again in the future." Call anyone else as you like, so as not to cuckold your father and I."

No, Emperor, do you know what you are talking about?Wen Yi was dumbfounded. Take a look at the ministers below. They were about to roll their eyes, and they were already covering their chests.Jingdi's green hat has nothing to do with you.

He was wrong.It's not that the prince refreshed his understanding.Wen Yi should have known what kind of seeds would grow what kind of buds. Since the prince's surname is Yuan, it is more or less inseparable from this uncle.

Who can fight against the shameless supreme under heaven?

Wen Yi thought she was invincible.

Originally, Yuan Xiao wanted to deliberately try to respond to his uncle, the emperor, and it did achieve results at first, but it seemed that this method was only applicable once, and the marginal benefit diminished the second time, so it didn't work.He thought that the emperor would either be furious or embarrassed, but he never thought that it would be shameless to be his father.

The prince who has been in Liangzhou for many years: "..." Sudden defeat.

"Oh." He said dryly, "My son knows."

A gust of wind blew by, and it was extremely bleak and desolate. Except for the newly confirmed 'father and son' among them, everyone else seemed to be quite miserable.Until a long moan came from the other side of Kunding Palace: "Hey—yo——"

Wen Yi just remembered.

The priest was also thrown into the snow and did not get up.

the most important is.

"Your Majesty, if you don't go out again, I'm afraid it will be late."

Emperor Yuan came back to his senses, glanced at Xuanyuan Xuanguang, and pondered for a while: "Let's go first, and the imperial physician will follow after seeing that the priest is fine."

Wen Yi reminded him: "We still have to take the priest down to the temple."

The emperor turned around gracefully.

"Just accept it."

The sacrificial brigade headed out of the imperial city in mighty force, heading for Wulu Terrace.The priest clutched his head and was still a little dizzy. Wen Yi went to help him up, picked up his long hairband, and picked up his spotless robe.Well, tidying up is still like exile.

Xuanyuan Xuanguang gritted his teeth: "Who hit me?"

Wen Yi said: "It's the person you want to bless for him on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."

Xuanyuan Xuanguang was taken aback for a moment: "You mean to be the crown prince?"

Wen Yi corrected him: "It should be the prince of the two dynasties."

Leaving aside the emperor's team, there are eight people on the priest's side, including the servants.Priests sit in the sedan chair, and a curtain is hung outside the sedan chair. On the curtain, there are pictures of mountains, rivers and society, pictures of dragons and phoenixes presenting auspiciousness, pictures of celestial beings, cranes, clouds and birds-all kinds of pictures, all the places that can be painted are filled.Priests have unique aesthetics, and believe that the world is one, and that all rivers and rivers are inclusive, so there should be everything.

Outside the sedan chair, the people knelt on both sides, watching the emperor and the priest's sedan chair slowly go away.

Of course they don't know—

Wen Yi was also in the car.

Wen Guogong buried his face in the silver-fur fox fur, took a hand warmer, sat in the chariot that only priests could sit in, and ate the cakes and fruits Xuanyuan Xuanguangsheng gave him, contentedly like a fox who stole meat.

This is the state that a priest should be in. There is no such thing as standing for three hours and listening to a morning prayer.

"I have predicted the prince's life."

The priest took off his tall hat and sat cross-legged with his chin propped up.He said: "His life has a blunt fold."

A blunt discount?

Wen Yi slowed down his eating speed, he thought for a while: "You said he was short-lived?"

"He used to be short-lived." Xuanyuan Xuanguang said, "The first period was when he was one year old."

one year old -

When he was one year old, Emperor Yuan had to enter the palace.The old dynasty was replaced by a new one, and the old prince should not have survived.But at that time, Wen Yi happened to come.Wen Guogong put his hands in his hands and thought about it, then he heard Xuanyuan Xuanguang say, "He owes you his life."

Wen Yi looked at him: "What about the future?"

The priest laughed.He has a handsome appearance, but his eyebrows are narrow and red, which adds a sense of mystery that cannot be seen directly. "Since we are talking about the future, how can we be sure about it now. Duke." Xuanyuan Xuanguang hurriedly said, "Could it be that you will save him again when the time comes?"

Wen Yi also laughed, and he put down his hands to eat: "It may not be me who saved him, but it doesn't matter if it is me."

Ten years ago, Wen Yi was not Wen Guogong.

It was the first time he came back to Dagan, and he settled in some mountainous countryside. He couldn't understand the language, couldn't understand what others said, and others couldn't understand him. Fortunately, a family took him in.The family was far away from the town, and they only thought that they were taking in a lunatic who was kicked out of the house, and it was nothing to have an extra mouth to eat.Wen Yi slowly learned the words here, and practiced calligraphy with the only educated gentleman in the village.I thought I would get used to it slowly, but I didn't want the bandits to attack and kill everyone in the village one day.

Wen Yi rescued the mother and daughter from the bandit, but the bandit's knife fell on him.

The pain is quite painful.Wen Yi, who was in a trance, thought, and the blood flowed very real.But when he woke up again in a blink of an eye, he was in a gorgeous room, he was still a little dazed, and many girls surrounded him and called him young master.

Wen Yi didn't know whether she had died or not.But at this time, he already knew some local dialect. During the exchange, he could hear what others meant when he was the young master of this family.That's what he thought at the time, God finally gave him another life, the young master is the young master, it's always right to live well.

"It turns out that there is a young master in the family, but he is suffering from many disasters, so he needs to find a substitute to protect him from disasters." Wen Yi leaned on the carriage, and the carriage bumped up and down, bringing out all the memories of the past.Father is kind, son is filial, brothers are respectful, he still thinks this is the fate of this life.Unexpectedly, Gu Qiang heard the truth, and wanted to raise him for a year, so he was dedicated to the gods as a substitute, using fake methods to confuse the public.

Xuanyuan Xuanguang was very interested: "Ha. God, you want to dedicate it to me?"

Wen Yi gave him a sideways look.

"Don't be angry, I just rarely hear you talk about the past."

Wen Yi's past is half true and half false.

Emperor Yuan also questioned, and Wen Yi brought that set of arguments to Tang Sai. No matter how much Emperor Yuan investigated outside, he still couldn't find out whether it was true or false.After all, he only told half of the truth, and the other half was not his business. Even though this is a place where people believe in God, it may still cause people to be suspicious.Therefore, when anyone asked Wen Yi where he came from, Wen Yi repeated the young master's rhetoric and shed a few more tears. It sounded pitiful and pitiful, so no one dared to ask.

Here they chat.

Among the emperor's chariots and horses ahead, Emperor Yuan was also chatting with Yuan Xiao.

Yuan Xiao was fascinated by what he heard, and asked, "What happened next?"

It turned out that Emperor Yuan was also talking about Wen Yi with him.Naturally, what he said was not as detailed as Wen Yi's, and he only copied what Wen Yi said. "Later, he was dedicated to the gods, but the gods may dislike him, and if they don't accept him, they will fall into Dagan."

Yuan Xiao frowned: "Trick a three-year-old child."

Emperor Yuan laughed loudly and patted the cub's dog's head.

"It's all discovered by you."

The author has something to say:

Consensus of the Wen family: I would rather believe that a pig hugs the thigh than the master opens his mouth.