Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 360 Saying goodbye to Muerer, fireworks every year

History is always unsatisfactory, and cause and effect are always treacherous.

Clouds are impermanent, wind has no phase. Zhao Wujiang sighed, pushed aside memory fragments one after another, and walked towards the depths of Li Zhong's memory.

"I didn't lie to you." He murmured softly, stepping through the fog.

When he breaks into history and falls in love with Wu Meiniang, Li Xian and others in the original historical process will not be born. If the historical process does not deviate so much from the original track, the only remaining candidate for the throne is Li Zhong.

He stepped through the last fog and saw Li Zhong curled up in the corner of his memory, wearing a gray and torn robe and messy withered hair.

"Loyalty."

Zhao Wujiang called out, kindly and kindly, as soft as the wind.

Li Zhong slowly raised his head buried in the crook of his arms, his eyes were slightly red, and the water vapor gradually rose:
"Master Zhao Zhao."

The surrounding fog rose, and Zhao Wujiang smiled warmly:
"Let's go, I'll take you home."

Fast horse.

The horse raised dust.

Chaos rode his horse to the north, Zhao Xiaoyin hugged him.

"Is there a serious problem? Is there any discomfort?"

Chaos's silver hair fluttered all over his head, and the stream of light went straight into Zhao Xiaoyin's mind, which made him quite worried. He personally checked and found that something was being swallowed in Zhao Xiaoyin's body, but he couldn't find it out.

He likes the child Zhao Xiaoyin very much. In his eyes, Zhao Xiaoyin is sensible and gentle that he has never had before at his age.

Zhao Xiaoyin felt the howling wind, the cold wind under the winter snow, trying to split his little face:

"Uncle, nothing. I feel that everything is fine. Daddy gave me a lot of treasures. You don't have to worry."

Although he didn't know what happened, he could feel Uncle Chaos' worry.

"Your father, it's just that there are so many babies that I love you." Chaos smiled, his legs clamped between the horse's belly, and his eyes were deep.

"Well, Daddy loves me, Uncle, when you were young, your daddy loved you too. I really want to grow up soon." Zhao Xiaoyin pressed his small face on Chaotic's back. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little tired.

"My father is the patriarch of the tribe. He... really loves me." Chaos's eyes were far away, and he smiled with emotion: "Every time I make a mistake, it hurts me so much."

"Hehe. Uncle, it's not the pain." Zhao Xiaoyin laughed, his eyes opened and closed, as if sleepy swept over him.

Chaos smiled:
"At that time, I was ignorant and made mistakes all the time, so my father would whip me with an ancient cane, and every time after whipping me, he would patiently give me medicine
I used to be angry with him because I didn’t understand, but now I have a lot to understand. When he hit me, my heart must have hurt a lot. But I can’t go back.”

"I know, I know." Zhao Xiaoyin's voice was weak: "This is called. It hurts when you are hit."

"Xiaoyin?"

Hearing this weak voice, Chaos slowed down his horse riding, but his question was not answered, he felt Zhao Xiaoyin sticking to his back, and there was no movement.

There was a thump in his heart, the horse stopped neighing, he supported Zhao Xiaoyin backwards, and hugged Xiaoyin off the horse with his backhand.

Zhao Xiaoyin's brows were smiling, his eyes were closed tightly, and he seemed to be in a deep sleep, and his breathing was calm.

Twelfth lunar month 22, unitary time.

Chang'an, Chang'an County, Chang'an Square, Zhao Mansion, West Chamber.

"How is Xiaoyin?"

Chaos's silver hair was tied behind his head, he couldn't stop the streamer, and he felt a little guilty.

Zhao Wujiang pondered: "It's nothing serious, it's just been corroded by the power of the Five Elements Immortal."

"It's nothing serious?" Chaos took a deep breath:
"Being corrupted by the power of immortals, even I may not be able to resist."

Zhao Wujiang glanced at him: "You are not my son."

Chaos frowned, his eyes widened, and he groaned, "I'll kill you."

"Reverse the Five Elements, use the power of gold, water, wood, fire and earth to dissipate the immortal power in his body one by one." Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered.

Chaos stared at Zhao Xiaoyin, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and said hoarsely, "It's not that simple."

Zhao Wujiang took a breath slowly, smiled wryly and said:
"He'll be asleep. for a.. time"

"How long?" Chaos seemed to think of something, and his voice became trembling.

"How long have you been in a deep sleep since Dayu?" Zhao Wujiang said in a low voice, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and his expression was extremely emotional.

"You can still laugh? That's thousands of years! If Xiao Yin has been sleeping for thousands of years, how can he bear all the vicissitudes!" Chaos panted, and grabbed Zhao Wujiang's collar.

"You were sealed by Emperor Shun, and the reason why you didn't wake up until thousands of years ago is because there is no one else who can remove the divine power of the seal in your body. You can only rely on time to corrode it!" Zhao Wujiang sighed:

"Now Xiaoyin is different. I will remove the power of the Five Elements Immortal in his body one by one for him. Naturally, he will not sleep for so long."

Chaos had endured the loneliness for thousands of years, and he didn't want Xiaoyin to bear it too. Now he heard Zhao Wujiang's answer, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Or, you can be his godfather." Zhao Wujiang teased, seeing Chaos' mood swings, he felt a little emotional.

"Bah!" Chaos was stunned, and panicked:

"I can be your ancestor Zhao Wujiang, and Xiaoyin's godfather? Hmph"

"I'm going out!" Without waiting for Zhao Wujiang's answer, he turned and left, pushed open the door, and found Wang Yanning and Wang Xi standing outside the door, anxiously waiting for the result.

He straightened his expression and called his sister-in-law twice to reassure him that everything was fine.

Zhao Wujiang smiled and withdrew the power of the spell, then Zhao Xiaoyin's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Daddy." Zhao Xiaoyin called softly, with a surprised look on his face. He didn't expect that he just fell asleep and saw his father when he opened his eyes.

Zhao Wujiang gently hugged Zhao Xiaoyin, there was a look of worry hidden between his eyebrows, he didn't say it, that is, every time the power of the five elements dispelled the power of the fairy in Zhao Xiaoyin's body, Zhao Xiaoyin would fall into a deep sleep for a period of time, maybe a couple of days Years, maybe three to five years.

In other words, under normal circumstances, Zhao Xiaoyin would have to sleep for at least five or six years before returning to normal.

Or, if I step into the realm of a real god, I can solve this matter once and for all. Zhao Wujiang walked out of the house with Zhao Xiaoyin in his arms, and Wang Yanning and Wang Xi greeted him.

Farewell to Mu Erer, fireworks every year.

Datang Changping ushered in a new year.

New Year's Eve.

The Zhao Mansion is decorated with lanterns and festoons, inside the small courtyard.

Miaomiao, Zhao Xiaoyin and Zhao Qiqi were running and laughing in the light snow, sometimes letting out pleasant and light laughter.

Zhao Wujiang reached out in the kitchen to steal a piece of delicacies from the plate, and was stared at by Wang Yanning, while Wang Xi clapped his hands aside, and snickered when he saw this.

"Tonight, I want you three sisters to look good!"

Zhao Wujiang resentfully, put down harsh words, and got out of the kitchen.

In the night, there was the sound of rubble on the roof of Zhao's mansion, and a figure swept down, then opened the folding fan in his hand, and walked over with a handsome face.

"You wouldn't leave if there was a gate, would you?" Zhao Wujiang complained.

The person who came was Chaos, who lingered in Chang'an Fengyue every day, using Zhao Wujiang's poems to hook up with the nobles.

"Kill one person in a thousand miles, and don't hold back in ten steps." Chaos waved his folding fan, his silver hair fluttered, and his face was full of wanton madness.

"." Zhao Wujiang helped his forehead:

"That's called killing a person in ten steps, and never staying behind for a thousand miles!"

"It's all the same, isn't it just running fast after killing people? By the way, is the Li Bai you mentioned earlier an assassin?" Chaos ignored Zhao Wujiang's expression, sat on the wooden bench in the small courtyard by himself, and knocked Knock on the big table:

"Dinner still not ready?"

"If I don't come, Tai Tu won't serve dinner."

A majestic voice with a smile sounded, and three figures walked into the small courtyard of the Zhao Mansion.

The person on the far left is the smiling Wu Meiniang. She wears a moon-white robe and a snow-white cloak, and holds a wooden umbrella in her hand, shielding the little old man in the middle from the falling snow in the sky.

Wu Santong has aged a lot compared to the past few years, and his original stern face has become more kind-hearted. At this moment, he is being supported by Qing'er beside him, but the next moment, he frowned in pain.

I saw Qing'er waving his hand: "Zhao Wujiang!"

Then, like a butterfly spreading its wings, it cheered and ran towards Zhao Wujiang, and threw itself into Zhao Wujiang's arms.

"Cough cough." Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly twice, and was hugged tightly by Qing'er.

A dangerous arc flashed in Wu Meiniang's eyes, and then she snorted, Wu Santong kept a straight face, as if she was too old to eat the New Year's Eve dinner.

Chaos' eyes rolled wildly, and moved his gaze to the poems on the folding fan, then shook his head.

"Let's have dinner."

Wearing an apron, Wang Yanning came out of the kitchen with two plates of delicacies. She smiled sweetly, and when she passed by Wu Meiniang, she called her elder sister familiarly.

"Third Grandfather, I'll go inside to help." Wu Meiniang stuffed the wooden umbrella into Wu Santong's hand, arm in arm with Wang Yanning who had returned, and walked into the kitchen together like sisters.

At the same time, the Eastern Palace of the Imperial City.

Prince Li Zhong was studying ancient books, and today Chang'an City was filled with lanterns and festoons, full of joy, but the joy did not seem to affect him.

These years, every New Year's Eve, after the court banquet, he would return to the East Palace, sit alone, or read a book.

"Your Highness, Your Highness." The sound of footsteps approaching outside the door seemed a little flustered, and before Li Zhong could respond, the door was pushed open, and his personal servant barged in.

The servant's face was full of joy, and he panted one after another:

"Your Highness, Grand Tutor, Grand Tutor invited you to the mansion. Are you going?"

Li Zhong raised his head, he couldn't believe it, his lips trembled, his eyes turned red for a moment, and he said in a low voice:
"go."

(End of this chapter)