I was reborn with amnesia and was picked up by Lao Gong

After the chess judge left, Xiayun turned around and walked into the Liyang Hall.He cast a spell to create a water basin, took a cloth towel and wet it, and placed it on the child's forehead.

"Asu... what?"

He took another piece of cloth and carefully wiped the child's face and hands clean.After finishing the work, Xiayun looked at the boy's gray collar, thought for a while, sat him up in his arms, and then untied the dirty clothes.

Although she had figured out a thing or two from the childish words, when she saw the scars all over her body, Xia Yun couldn't help but twitch her eyelashes, and the movements of her hands softened a little.

Those scars were new and old, some had faded to the point where they could not be seen clearly, while others were still steaming with blood, and the whip marks on them were clearly visible.

Xiayun washed the cloth towel again, and wiped the red, swollen and bruised little by little.He condensed healing spells, covered the wounds one after another, and transformed into a suit of clothes that fit the child.

From the beginning to the end, the toddler was in a comatose state, and only subconsciously groaned when the cloth towel brushed over a festering breach.

What is the origin of this child?Why did he hold such a high-level magic weapon, and why was he abused so far?

Xiayun wet the cloth towel on the child's forehead and put it back in place again.He picked up the weird silver umbrella and looked at it carefully for a while, but he couldn't see why.

Human beings do have certain talents in making magic instruments.As a fairy, he was born with mana, so he didn't pay much attention to this aspect.

The Hualin family has been destroyed, if there is no rising star, then the skill of forging the magic weapon will decline, right?

Xiayun put down the umbrella, waved the clothes beside the bed to float up, and then cleaned the dirt off them.

It was at this moment that he discovered that there was actually a black lacquered wooden box hidden under the pile of clothes.

Driven by curiosity, Xia Yun controlled the box to float into the air and flew into her hand.

The box was flat in shape, about the size of an adult's palm, but it was like a feather, light and weightless.

After Xiayun opened it, she saw a film inside, the color was almost transparent, and there was nothing else.

"This is?"

When Xiayun touched the thin film, she felt warm in her hands, like a piece of warm jade.He studied it for a long time, but couldn't find anything, so he closed it again.

However, just as he was about to put the box down, his fingertips touched an uneven spot.

……

Xiayun turned the box over and observed it carefully.After he saw what was engraved on it, the expression he looked at the childish child became more and more complicated.

Engraved on the bottom of the box is a small word "wind".

Xia Yun was startled and suspicious, and when she let go of her hand, the box fell to the side of the bed.He watched the childish eyelashes move slightly, as if he was about to wake up when he was disturbed by the sound of the box falling to the ground——

Xiayun's hand moved involuntarily, pressing on the child's slender neck.

No.You can't wake up, you can't.

Xiayun's eyes widened, and the strength in her hand continued to increase.The child's blushing face gradually turned white, and then a bruise appeared.

He closed his eyes tightly, his expression was a little painful, his lips parted slightly, and he let out a low moan:

"Well……"

Xiayun was startled suddenly, and only then did she realize what she had done.He let go of his hand in a panic, and quickly took a few steps back.

No, this is not Fengyan... What am I thinking, how could I do anything to a child?

Xiayun stood there blankly, watching the breathing of the person on the couch gradually calm down, and his face returned to normal.

A loathing for himself rose in his heart, before the child woke up, he ran out of Liyang Hall.

The snow on the ground is not too thick, and it only covered the surrounding scenery with white clothes.Xia Yun walked aimlessly, and before she knew it, she came to the fire stove.

Looking at the plaque on the fire stove room, he remembered what Qi Pan had said, and after hesitating for a moment, he stepped into the room.

"My lord, you..."

It was already past lunch time, and there were only a few imperial cooks left in the fire kitchen.Xia Yun didn't want to deal with strangers, so with a wave of her right hand, she knocked down the Sleeping Curse, and instantly the cook fell down.

He looked around the interior of the fire stove room, and after making sure that there was no one else, he walked towards the stove.

There are some kitchen utensils and ingredients piled up on the stove, and there are some small jars in the cabinet behind, which should be spices for seasoning.

There are also many big bags piled up beside the stove, which contain some rice grains, flour, and many grains that cannot be named.

Xiayun turned around and saw a young imperial chef lying on her right, covered with a book with the word "Food Classic" written on it.

Esophagus?Is it a book about cooking?

Xiayun picked up the book and flipped through it, only to see that there were many recipes densely recorded in it, which made people dizzy.

He put down the book, and after thinking for a while, covered the book with a golden light, saying:

"Excuse me, turn to the page about porridge. "

According to the words, the book floated into the air, and after a few rattling noises, one of the pages was fixed and did not move.

"Laba...porridge?"

Xiayun reached out to take the book and started to read it seriously.

The ingredients needed to cook porridge are written in detail on it, as well as the specific steps and so on.Xiayun read it several times, and after confirming that the contents were all recorded in her mind, she confidently closed the book, then turned around——

Wait, what is "Hazel Rang"?

What do peanuts look like before they are cut from their hard shells and cooked?

There is also salt, pepper, etc., which jar is it in?

Xiayun stared at the room full of ingredients, a little dumbfounded.After thinking for a while, he collected himself, then waved his sleeves:

"I need ingredients to cook Laba porridge."

He originally thought that this move was very clever, but when the rice grains, beans and other things in the stove room were smashed down, the confidence on his face instantly collapsed into panic:

"No, I don't need it anymore! Stop everything!"

Following Xiayun's shout, the grains fell to the ground with crackling noises, scattered all over the stove, and drowned the cook who fell on the ground.Tens of thousands of dots hit Xiayun's body and face, making him very embarrassed.

After the bean rain passed, the interior of the fire stove room was already a mess.

Xiayun pressed the side of her forehead, she just felt that cooking was really not suitable for her.With a wave of his hands, the rice grains and beans in the room floated into the air again, and they were all put back into the bag.

Those grains were all mixed together, after all, Xiayun didn't know how to distinguish them, so he could only mess them up - when the imperial cooks woke up, they might feel like crying.

Xiayun felt a little guilty, and after cleaning up the mess, she thought about stepping out of the stove.However, a scent that suddenly floated in the air made him stop.

"This is……"

Xiayun followed the source of the aroma and turned her gaze to the stove.There used to be a pot of sour soup, but after the bean rain, it turned into a messy pot of bean paste.

Although it looks terrible, it still smells good?

Xiayun thought for a while, picked up the wooden spoon next to the pot, and put the bean paste into a big bowl.

After finishing these, he caught a glimpse of the bamboo chopsticks, soup spoons and other things on the cabinet, so he grabbed a pair of chopsticks and spoons and put them into the porridge bowl.

"Hmm...it should be okay, right?"

Holding the full porridge bowl in his hand, he walked back to Liyang Hall carefully.Along the way, fortunately, he didn't meet anyone, and just returned to the child's bedside.

The toddler had already woken up and was leaning on the bed at the moment.He was in a trance, clutching the wet cloth with one hand, and stroking his neck with the other.

Seeing Xiayun coming in, the childish boy quickly jumped down from the collapse, clasped his fists and bowed, saying: "Palace Master, you are back."

Seeing red marks on his thin white neck, Xiayun felt even more guilty.He put the porridge bowl beside the bed, and stretched out his hand to help the child back to the couch.

"You are still sick, just lie down obediently."

The childish eyes dodged a little, and he said in a low voice: "But, how can I be worthy..."

Xia Yun said: "In my eyes, there is no difference between people. There is no such thing as matching or not. Come on, drink this porridge first."

He picked up the porridge bowl, held a small spoon, put it to his mouth and blew it, and then handed it to the child.

"Thank you, Palace Master."

The child opened his mouth and swallowed the porridge, his eyes slowly became dizzy with moisture.He squeezed out a smile and said, "It's delicious."

Xiayun said: "Eat more if it tastes good, and you will get better if you are full."

As he spoke, he took another spoonful of porridge and put it in the mouth of the childish child.

The porridge had just been cooked, and it was still steaming.The toddler ate mouthful after mouthful as if he didn't feel his mouth was burning.

While holding the spoon in his mouth, he gave Xiayun a few grateful glances, and took a deep breath slowly to keep the tears from rolling down his eyes.

Xiayun concentrated on feeding the porridge, but she didn't pay attention to the childish expression.After feeding the whole bowl of porridge, he looked at the slightly rosy cheeks of the childish child and asked, "Are you full?"

The childish boy swallowed the porridge in his mouth and nodded vigorously.

Seeing some rice grains on the corner of his mouth, Xia Yun wiped it off with her hand, and asked casually, "How old are you?"

The childish child said: "The false age is twelve."

Twelve years old?Is it the eleventh of this year?

Xiayun was a little surprised.He originally saw that this "children" was thin and small, probably not more than eight or nine years old.But I never thought that it was already half a teenager.

He thought for a while and said, "You said before that your surname is Su?"

Zhitong said: "Yes. This is what Master Hua Fu told me, there should be no mistake."

Xiayun pondered for a while, and decided not to ask about the origin of the box.He stared at the childish face, looked away, and said:

"You said you don't have a name, so I'll pick one for you. Since others call you "Asu", then...how about your name being "Fengsu"? "

Because he turned his face away, he couldn't see the expression on the childish face, only heard a muffled reply after a while:

"Thank you Palace Master for giving me the name. However, I don't want to be called "Asu" anymore. "

Xiayun remembered the injuries on Zhitong's body, thinking that he had a painful memory in Washington.He didn't want to force the other party, just about to withdraw the proposal, he heard the childish voice:

"However, I really like the word 'wind'..."

Hearing that his tone was a little strange, Xiayun couldn't help looking back.He saw the child with his head bowed, his cheeks flushed, his hands twisting the quilt uncomfortably, as if he was suppressing something.

His heart softened, and he said, "Okay, then let's change the name. Tell me, what do you want to be called?"

The child hesitated for a while, and the tips of his ears slowly turned red: "I can't think of a good name, so I ask the palace master to enlighten me."

Xiayun pondered for a while, and said: "There is a saying in an ancient poem, "The green robe is like spring grass, and the long strips are blown by the wind."You just call it "Feng Shu", how about it? "

When he asked this question, he felt a little uneasy. After all, the poem had no special meaning, but it just happened to connect the words "feng" and "su" with similar pronunciations.

The childish boy was startled, and his eyes slowly lit up: "Feng Shu, Feng Shu... What a good name."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head again and said, "Thank you, Palace Master, for giving me the name."

Seeing that there were tears in his eyes, Xiayun couldn't help but smiled when he looked sincere, and said, "As long as you like it."

He paused, and said again: "Although it was a bit hasty, the incident in Hualin Second Mansion last night involved hundreds of lives. If you know something, please tell me in detail."

The smile on the childish face froze, and he lowered his eyes again.He pursed his lips and said, "Do you believe what I say?"

Xia Yun said: "If you are telling the truth, why should you care whether others believe it or not?"

The childish boy was silent for a long while, and said: "Okay. This matter has to start three months ago..."

He doesn't seem to be used to narration, and his speech is intermittent, occasionally interspersed with some of his own past.Xiayun listened patiently, and sorted out a general idea in her mind.

When Feng Shu was young, his home was invaded by thieves.The gang of thieves swept away all the belongings of the Su family, not even a piece of paper left.

He vaguely remembered that after his father beat the thief away, he fell into a pool of blood and closed his eyes forever.

The mother maintained the posture of embracing herself, but gradually became stiff and cold, and never responded to her call.

That day, all the camellias planted outside the house withered.Feng Shu just lay in his mother's cold arms until the next day when he was rescued by the guards who heard the news.

He was just a child who had just turned three years old, and because he had no relatives, he wandered around and was adopted by a well-known local maker.

Xu saw that Fengshu was young, and under the care of Hua Lan, the patriarch of the Hua family, the people of Huafu treated him fairly well.

He wakes up on a hard plank bed every day, sweeps the floor, fetches water, and does some ordinary housework with the big brothers and sisters in the house.

Although he is not very strong and occasionally gets hurt due to bumps, his life is not bad.

He and his older brothers huddled in a small room and slept next to each other.At first, he was disturbed by the repeated snoring, which made it difficult for him to fall asleep, but as time passed, he gradually got used to it.

Those older brothers treated him well, always looking at him with pity, saying that the thieves who killed his parents had been brought to justice, and told him not to be too sad.

Although Feng Shu didn't understand why everyone always felt that he should be sad, he still nodded obediently to show that he understood.

Such days lasted for three years.After Feng Shu was six years old, Hua Lan called him into the room one day, and asked him in a gentle tone:

"Asu, are you interested in learning how to make weapons?"

Although Feng Shu is ignorant, he knows that the person in front of him is the benefactor who took him in and the one he should repay.

So, he nodded and said, "Okay."

From that day on, he moved into a hut, which contained a lot of bamboo slips and books, which contained materials related to making utensils, as well as some books related to spells.

Feng Shu was born intelligent, and under Hua Lan's guidance, he quickly mastered the skills of literacy.After a few months, I will be able to understand those difficult words by my own strength.

During this period of time, he never saw anyone else except Hua Lan.Although he can't chat with his familiar brothers and sisters, and occasionally feels lonely, but staying here, he still doesn't need to worry about daily food and clothing-so it's actually okay.

So, a year later, Feng Shu was transferred to the maker's room again.There are several earthen kilns in front of the utensil making workshop, there are utensil making tools that I have only seen in books, and there are several baskets of raw stones.

Under Hua Lan's arrangement, Feng Shu went to do some odd jobs in the workshop.He only needs to sit on a high wooden stool every day, and follow the method recorded in the book to make low-level magic tools with the craftsmen.

At first, those craftsmen didn't take Feng Shu seriously because he was young.But later, after witnessing his works, those craftsmen changed their faces one after another, and said in amazement:

"This kid is really talented!"

"Nonsense, he was a doll of the Su family back then, so his skills are naturally not bad."

"The Su family? Is that the run-down family that only knows how to develop boring drills, but never sells magic weapons?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, it's not good to be heard by children."

"Oh, he's still so young, even if he heard it, he wouldn't take it to heart."

The author has something to say:

The "green robes are like spring grass, and the long strips are relaxed by the wind" quoted in this article comes from a Yuefu folk song (poem) in the Han Dynasty.

This boudoir love poem describes an infatuated woman who misses her sweetheart who has traveled far away in the spring scene.

The original text is as follows:

"Mu Mu Qingfeng Arrives"

Mu Mu Qingfeng arrived, blowing my clothes.

The green robe is like spring grass, and the long strips are relaxed by the wind.

Going to Jinliang Mountain, I look at what I think.

Ande holds the pillar of the letter, and the bright day expects it?

P/s:

Let's not worry about how many beans are cooked in that bowl of porridge...

In addition, the "Food Classic" that appears in the article has nothing to do with the books in history 0w0