Traveling through the Gaowu Tang Dynasty, Li Kuan and Li Shimin became the second sons of the Prince

Since his grandmother passed away, the young man has been moving around in the world all his life, just trying to keep his grandmother.

He couldn't see or grasp the love that came from his deceased grandmother, but he could suddenly feel it in countless ordinary moments.

Without my grandmother, I would not be here today.

How could my grandmother live out her remaining years without me? (Note 1)

“Your Highness… don’t be so depressed!” Seeing His Highness the King of Chu looking increasingly grief-stricken, the old Taoist priest couldn’t help but reach out his hand and stroke the young man’s head.

At this moment, His Royal Highness the King of Chu, whose mind was in a daze, suddenly felt a coolness coming down from the top of his head, which instantly restored his consciousness.

“Old Heavenly Master… I’m fine…” His Royal Highness the Prince of Chu’s voice was a little hoarse: “I just… thought of my grandmother. I always felt that I was ignorant at that time and did not do anything for her. But now… I can’t do anything…”

"Your Highness, Prince of Chu, that's not the case." Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest shook his head slightly, and then slowly said, "Remember, the former head of the family was able to help the Li family conquer the Central Plains and secure their rule. What was remarkable was never the family background of the Dou family, but the former head of the family! And the former head of the family's ambition when she was young was not to have any grand ambitions. She just hoped that the people of this world could live and work in peace and contentment, and that everyone could have food to eat and clothes to wear..."

"I will definitely make grandma's wish come true!" His Royal Highness the Prince of Chu sobbed softly, "I will... I will definitely make grandma proud of having a grandson like me!"

"Your Highness, when the late master was alive, he was already proud to have a grandson as well-behaved and sensible as you," the old Taoist priest said, and suddenly stopped talking for unknown reasons.

After a long while, he pretended to be calm and said: "In fact, Your Highness, before the late master passed away, he had a message for you in his heart."

"Um... um... what... what instructions..." His Royal Highness the Prince of Chu couldn't help but ask after hearing that.

"The first master said..." The old Taoist priest's voice began to tremble slightly at this moment: "Kuan'er... if in the future... the world is stormy... remember to hold an umbrella... and walk slowly..."

“……” No amount of words could describe the boy’s sadness at this moment.

When Li Kuan was a child, he loved rainy days the most. Whenever it rained, he liked to run into the rain, clapping his hands and shouting.

The Empress Dowager never stopped him from doing so by saying she was afraid of catching a cold. She would just quietly open an umbrella behind him and accompany him patiently...

But his grandmother couldn't stay with him all the time...

Grandma, now that you're gone, I don't really like rainy days that much anymore...

There is no one…on rainy days…following their grandchildren and holding umbrellas for them…

Grandma protected Kuan'er's childhood, but Kuan'er...what could Kuan'er do for his grandmother...

"Your Highness... the deceased is gone..." The old Taoist priest looked at the young master who was in such pain, and his heart was also filled with grief.

When he met the former patriarch, she was just a little girl. The first time she saw him, she took the initiative to give him a piece of preserved fruit, and even made a threatening face to scare him, asking him to help eat it...

The sixty years pass by so quickly...

The old Taoist now tastes the bitterness of the sweetness of the preserved fruit.

Just when the old man and the child were both grieving for the death of their loved one, suddenly, a crane's cry was heard above their heads.

The big yellow crane, which the old Taoist priest called "Old Crane", suddenly landed in the yard.

"Mr. He, you..." The old Taoist priest did not expect that Mr. He would accept the stranger, His Royal Highness the King of Chu, so quickly.

But what he didn't expect was yet to come.

The big yellow crane looked at His Majesty the King of Chu who was crying on the ground. Suddenly, it took a few steps forward, came in front of His Majesty the King of Chu, then lowered its head and gently rubbed His Majesty the King of Chu's chest with its beak.

Such intimate actions simply stunned the old Taoist priest who was originally in grief.

“Woo woo… Could you… Could you… Stop bothering me…” His Royal Highness the Prince of Chu had a bad relationship with birds since he was a child, and that big rooster was simply his childhood nightmare.

Hearing what His Royal Highness the King of Chu said, He Weng hummed softly, then lowered his head and rubbed the other's chest.

Apparently...

He Weng answered His Royal Highness the King of Chu with his actions: No!

"Wow..." Upon hearing this, His Royal Highness the Prince of Chu suddenly broke down and burst into tears: "Grandmother... after you left, even a big yellow crane started to bully me..."

"..." When His Royal Highness the King of Chu said this, the old Taoist priest on the side felt particularly uncomfortable.

God knows how much he wants to be bullied by He Weng like this...

That is to say, I explained my intention to He Weng when I came here today, otherwise he would not have left Kunlun at all...

Ugh……

The head of the family is a good child who values ​​friendship and loyalty, thanks to the upbringing of the previous head of the family...

But... the former patriarch should not have trained the patriarch to be like this... Alas...

It must be the fault of that bastard Li Shimin!

"Your Highness..." After more than half an hour, seeing that His Highness the King of Chu was still crying silently, the old Taoist priest finally began his coaxing process helplessly: "Can we stop crying and talk about business?"

"I... I want to too... Wow... Grandmother!" His Royal Highness the Prince of Chu started howling again upon hearing this.

“No…” Seeing this, the old man seemed to want to slap himself twice: “Alas… I should have known this earlier… The son is like the father… Li Shimin was also a crybaby back then…”

“Huh?!” Upon hearing this, His Royal Highness the Prince of Chu stopped crying and even sniffed subconsciously: “Zhang… Master Zhang… the 'son' you called me… refers to my father…”

“Alas…” Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest also sighed, “Your Highness, I gave that bastard his name. It’s a pity that he wanted to create momentum later and insisted that the purple-robed Taoist gave him this name… Ha… bastard! Do I, an old Taoist in a yellow robe… feel ashamed of him?!”

"..." His Royal Highness the Prince of Chu, who was still very sad at this moment, was stunned for a moment after hearing what Master Zhang said.

Well...if there is anything in this world that can make His Royal Highness the Prince of Chu, who is in extreme grief, show a little reaction after crying for a while, it is probably this.

Can……

His Royal Highness the Prince of Chu only gave such a slight reaction.

Then he turned his head again and cast his gaze towards the big yellow crane not far in front of him, and tears welled up in his eyes again.

If the gods really have spirits, can you let me go to the underworld after my death, so that my grandmother can become like the immortals in those fairy tales that I pestered my grandmother to tell me when I was a child, and ascend to heaven on a crane after my death, so that I can be an immortal without worries from now on...