Reborn my man

Peach blossoms have been snowing for a while, and the weather has gradually improved these days. The sky has cleared up, and in the morning, bright sunlight rises from the horizon and shines on the courtyard of Wenfu.

The breath of spring is getting heavier every day, and the humidity in the air is slightly increasing, but it is no longer as cold as before.

The days of Wenfu are lively day by day.

Wen Zhengdao works in the government office every day, and Mrs. Wang is at home with her son and Xiao Qiansheng, the "little nephew of the mother's family" who has lived in the house for a long time.

None of the servants in the house knew Xiao Qiansheng's identity, everyone really thought he was just a nephew fostered by Mrs. Wang's natal family, they unanimously called him Young Master, and resolutely regarded him as Wen Zimu's existence.

Xiao Qiansheng gradually became familiar with Wen's residence, especially his relationship with Wen Zimu, which became better day by day.

Although his pretty face is still put on habitually, the coldness is not as warm as before, and he doesn't speak often, but during the day he will never be bored in the small building again, and Wen Zimu will be the one to talk to him every day. Bringing them in and out of the mansion, catching crickets, beating peas, climbing trees to pick fruits...

When Xiao Qiansheng walked out of the attic in broad daylight for the first time, the maids and servants in the mansion were stunned by his face. Everyone saw his cute little face with red stars in their eyes, and they couldn't wait to surround him one by one. I jumped up and took a bite.

Wen Zimu was very angry when he saw it, and pulled the child behind him in twos and twos, and Jun Rong protected him angrily.

During that day, Wen Zimu was very happy. He finished the text assigned by the teacher that day early, and took out all his toys. Not interested at all, instead staring at the textbook he put on the desk.

It was a book of "Governance Policy" and a book of "Surprise Warfare", both of which were written by the ancients. In the eyes of a child like Wen Zimu who likes martial arts but not literature, it is really boring, but the teacher is forcing him every day. Read and copy.

The child seemed to be very interested in these books. He obviously didn't know a single word, but he didn't know where he knew that books were a good thing. He stood in front of the desk and refused to leave.

There was no other way, Wen Zimu had no choice but to throw away the toy to teach the child to read.

I thought that children would feel bored after learning, but who knows whether the child is born to like this or something, the more he learns, the more addicted he is, and in the end they didn't go anywhere during the day, and spent all on teaching him to read.

"I want to study with you." The child didn't call his name, just looked at him and just said that, Hei Yaoyao's eyes were shining with an unusually aggressive light.

"Okay, I'll go tell daddy later." Wen Zimu didn't think there was anything wrong, but was very happy to have a little friend with him when he studied with his husband every day, so he immediately nodded in agreement. "Daddy will definitely agree."

The child seemed very happy when he heard the words. He squinted his eyes and looked at him for a long time, frowned slightly, and then slowly leaned over with his fragrant little body, buried his little head next to his cheek, and made a soft "chirp" , soft lips reflected his face.

"..." Wen Zimu was stunned for a long time, then slowly grinned.

The next day, Wen Zhengdao really arranged for Xiao Qiansheng to sit with Wen Zimu in the academy in the mansion in the morning, and the learned and elegant old man would teach poetry and calligraphy together.

From this day on, the child didn't know what happened, but he seemed to be more affectionate to Wen Zimu's brother, and Wen Zimu was very happy to follow Wen Zimu's back every day.

Every morning, two children's babbling sounds of reading can be heard from the Wenfu's academy, one voice is loud and full of energy, and the other is low-pitched and slow.

Originally, Wen Zimu didn't like to study ancient Chinese poems and books, but now that he is accompanied by a child, he is very energetic. Mrs. Wang is very pleased to see it.

Xiao Qiansheng is very smart, neither memory nor comprehension is so good, he can understand those texts in ancient books as soon as he hears them, and he can master them as soon as he learns them. the point.

Originally, he got enlightened later than Wen Zimu, but he learned to keep up, and slowly he was also reading Wen Zimu's text.

Wen Zimu often hears from teachers that children's minds turn quickly. He is particularly interested in those "National Policies" and "Historical Theory". He spends a lot of time on these things every day, and he will definitely do a lot in the future. .

Wen Zimu was very happy to hear that, and he was very proud that such a smart kid was his Wen Zimu's younger brother.

The two little ones grew up together slowly, one month, two months, more than half a year passed quickly.

The boys gradually became inseparable.

Wen Zimu has been in good health since he was a child, so it goes without saying that Xiao Qiansheng's body has been in the dungeon for two years, and he is very thin. , Actually pulled him up.

But still not as strong as Wen Zimu.

The child was really too thin, not to mention half shorter than Wen Zimu. Compared with boys of the same age, he was thin and fair, with delicate and smooth skin, and his delicate features looked like a little girl raised in a deep boudoir.

Once Mrs. Wang took him out with Wen Zimu, the people in the market thought he was a young lady from the Wen family, and almost made Mrs. Wang bend over with a smile.The child also lost his temper for a whole day, and finally settled the matter with Wen Zimu's meal.

During the two months in Wen's residence, Mrs. Wang often watched her son happily run to Xiao Qiansheng's small building, held Xiao Qiansheng's little hand firmly in his palm, and put her favorite chicken leg into Xiao Qiansheng's arms, Smiling, he patted Xiao Qiansheng's head, and affectionately called him "brother".

The son sincerely treats Xiao Huangsun as his precious brother, and Mrs. Wang sees it, and she is happy, but there is always an unspeakable worry in her heart.

I don't know what happened to my husband recently. I heard that someone is coming from Beijing?The husband often looked at the little grandson in the courtyard and sighed, his frown became higher and higher.

Mrs. Wang also found that the little Huangsun seemed to like to be close to her husband. Every time Wen Zhengdao returned home, he would go up and stand quietly by the side, and from time to time, he would ask some questions that even surprised her.To the effect that they were still surrounded by the current situation of the deposed prince and the royal family.

Wen Zhengdao knew that the little emperor's grandson might miss his father, so he went to the North Hall where the deposed prince was imprisoned.

If the deposed prince can bring the little emperor's grandson with him, then the little emperor's life will naturally be better.But the problem is that the deposed prince vetoed it straight away, and he didn't even want to see his only son!

The waste prince said that seeing the little emperor's grandson would remind him of his rich life in the East Palace, and he could not bear the wash of sadness and anger.

Wen Zhengdao couldn't bear to say these words to the six-year-old Xiao Qiansheng, so he could only talk nonsense about the imperial decree not allowing his father to take him over.

Wen Zhengdao didn't know whether Xiao Qiansheng would believe it, but at that moment, he saw too many things in the eyes of this six-year-old child, hatred, sadness, disappointment...

Too much, Wen Zhengdao couldn't bear it, so he could only tell Mrs. Wang to love this poor child more.

Mrs. Wang has always been very kind to Xiao Qiansheng, almost the same as she was to Wen Zimu. It seems that seeing his beautiful, silent life makes people feel distressed, and his life experience is rough, she loves him more than her own son.But thinking of Xiao Qiansheng's real identity and hearing what happened outside from her husband, Mrs. Wang's heart was secretly tugged again.

How could the children of the royal family really live in their home?Even if it is possible, can the little emperor's grandson really be just the young master of their family?

It's a pity that Wen Zimu didn't understand these mother's worries at all. He cared about playing with the silent and desolate Xiao Qiansheng every day, studying and eating together, taking him to the night market, and competing with him to see who would hold the wooden bird. fly the farthest...

Wen Zimu likes this little brother from the bottom of his heart. Although he always frowns slightly and doesn't like to talk, he is always willing to follow behind him and listen to him. He can be regarded as a brother!

He will love him very well and make him the happiest brother in the world!

Of course, it would be even better if the child is willing to call him brother.

Today, it is another sunny afternoon in spring.

Mrs. Wang took Xiao Qiansheng out to cut some new clothes. Wen Zimu was bored by himself, so he practiced martial arts in the back bamboo forest.This time I was practicing boxing. The green bamboo in the bamboo forest was growing lushly, and the bamboo leaves were rustling. The martial arts master beside me was carefully picking out Wen Zimu's shortcomings.

Wen Zimu was already an 11-year-old boy at this time. His body was long and strong. Years of martial arts practice made his arms, legs and feet very strong. Childish, slowly exuding the vigor of a young and heroic man.

"Drink! Ha!" Clenched fist, pushed, retracted, hooked!

The young man is dressed in white, with handsome eyebrows and eyes. He is flying in the bamboo forest with his fists and feet. man of.

The martial arts master looked very satisfied, he kept nodding, and gave some pointers from time to time.

After another round of powerful fists, the young man was already tired and sweating profusely, he subdued his fists and feet and stood under the bamboo forest, raised his handsome eyebrows and asked the middle-aged man beside him: "Master, how is my boxing technique? "

As soon as the boy's voice fell, a boy's cold voice came from behind: "Is this the martial arts you were talking about back then?"

The young man turned his head and looked in surprise at the beautiful boy in a brocade robe standing behind him. He hurriedly ran over and said softly with a smile, "Are you back? Is this the new clothes that mother bought you today? They are so beautiful !"

Xiao Qiansheng didn't answer the boy's words, his moist eyes hooked on the boy's handsome face that was sweating hotly, and he looked at his sweaty body just after punching his fists, the back faintly revealed under the wet clothes was much stronger than his own.

With his phoenix eyes closed, he called out loudly: "Mumu."

Wen Zimu's smile froze, he didn't often hear his name being called. "What?"

"I want to learn this martial art from you too." The seven-year-old child's delicate face was light and calm, but the words he said were steady and planned.

Wen Zimu looked at the child's shining eyes, and was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond, and it took him a long time before he smiled warmly in a low voice: "Okay."

At this time, Wen Zimu forgot that his father had told him long ago that he must not practice martial arts in front of Qiangan, no matter whether it is boxing or swordsmanship. This is why Xiao Qiansheng lived in Wenfu for half a year, but this afternoon It was the first time I saw Wen Zimu boxing.

Wen Zimu didn't know why his father said that, since he could teach Qiangan Xiwen, why couldn't he teach Qiangan Xiwu?Now Gangan wants to learn, he loves him so much, of course he won't refuse.

"Go ahead, I'll secretly teach you martial arts tomorrow, but don't let my father know." Lowering his voice, Wen Zimu whispered in the child's ear.

"En." Xiao Qiansheng nodded slightly, raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, his face was sunken with two lovely dimples, and he looked so beautiful like a little fairy.

Wen Zimu lovingly touched his jade-like face, smiled softly, and walked back holding the child's hand. He looked like a mature little brother who knew how to take care of his younger brother.

He always remembered what he said, as long as his brother was in need, no matter what it was, he would definitely love him well.

In the setting sun, the backs of the two children are so close, and La's long shadow hits the green bamboo forest behind him. The breeze is gentle, warm and stable.