Prince Wuchen

The young and noble child came to the main hall, his eyes revealed a mature and introverted taste: "Let go of the protector." The faint and mellow child's voice is the majesty of the crown prince, and no one is allowed in the middle. Defy half point.

It was very difficult for the guards around Qingxian, who might endanger the emperor on the one hand, and the future master of the country on the other.

The eyebrows were raised, and there was a slight smile on the child's lips, and the innocence of the child was restored, but the words that he said made people sweat coldly: "What? Can't I order you?"

The child stood with his hands behind his back. In the hall, the upright body seemed to have grown up gradually. Many years later, in the same hall, the difference was that the grown-up child stood in front of the dragon chair and said with a smile: "I am the emperor of this country."

This……

The guard watched His Highness the Crown Prince approaching non-stop, and hurriedly backed away, fearing that the sword in his hand would hurt the noble man.

"Father." The child looked at the emperor sitting high on the dragon throne, "Father, the superior should conquer people with benevolence and rule the world with benevolence and justice." He said, he squatted down and took the dying baby Hold up: "When this child grows up, if the country is taken from the child's hands, under the Nine Springs, in front of the ancestors, the child will take the blame."

Looking at his father with firm eyes, his young and flamboyant heart already has ambitions and ideals.

Time is passing, although it is only a moment, but everyone feels that eternity has passed.

"allow."

……

Thinking back to the present, Qing Wuchen looked at the worried expression of the white-haired old man in front of him, and smiled faintly: "Even if His Royal Highness saved Wuchen, if there is no coincidence of the master, Wuchen might turn into dust gone."

How can he have spent 18 years safely.

"My child, this is fate." The white-haired old man sighed peacefully as he stroked his beard.

It is fate, fate, and robbery.

At the foot of the Temple of Aurora, two men in black raised their eyebrows and looked far away.

"Brother, I remember how cute the little boy was when he was just born. The second lady hugged him and often came to show off in front of our brothers, but now after 18 years, I don't know what the little boy has grown into?" one of the young The man about twenty-five six spoke, looking at the way he spoke, it was a bit out of date for his age, and he looked like a kid with a spearhead.

Compared with the other one, he is much calmer: "There are no rules, the young master is the master, and if the adults let us brothers pick up the young master, it means trusting us, don't be disrespectful and disrespectful to the young master like the one in the military camp. .”

Touched by mold, the second child stuck out his tongue: "Brother, you are like this, do you know what the brothers in the military camp said about you?"

"I don't bother to listen to it." With a wave of his hand, the man jumped onto the treetop.

"Hey, I said big brother, don't think it's a bad word and run away, I said..." The second child wanted to speak again, but along the treetops, leaves, like sharp knives, flew straight Come over, "Brother, you murdered your own brother."

The second child yelled and screamed, the saber on his body was ready to strike, and with just one move, those leaves were divided into two, and to his surprise, each leaf was divided evenly.

"Good swordsmanship." A crisp voice sounded.

anyone?

The two brothers were startled, they didn't sense anyone approaching.

The man flew down from the tree and followed the sound. It was an unusually young boy with bright eyes and piercing eyes. The boy was dressed in ordinary clothes, so he couldn't tell his history, but he looked white and clean. Clean, in this turbulent era, it is not easy to have such clean eyes. It is not easy to imagine the birth of a boy.