the sky will be bright

At the end of autumn, the cold always comes suddenly.

Yesterday he was only wearing a long cloth shirt, but today he has changed into a vest with cotton batting.The ginkgo trees in the yard also began to drop their leaves, and the golden leaves scattered all over the ground like gold.

Changsheng held his book and gestured in the yard every day, his obsessive appearance was quite like the poor scholar who practiced Taoism to the absurd level in the storytellers in the teahouse.

Occasionally, I found some ridiculous books on Wei Canglan's bookshelf, and studied them playfully for a while, only to find that those so-called piercing through walls and alchemy techniques were all just talk, and then suddenly came to my senses and returned quickly. Come up to business.

The young man who gradually learned some elementary spells held back his anger for a long time, and then recited a long series of spells with great difficulty. The ginkgo leaf facing his palm was finally blown into a small vortex by the wind.

Once Changsheng was happy, he forgot to close his posture, and with a whimper, his true energy bounced back to the tree trunk behind him, shaking his internal organs and lungs.

Patting the ashes on his body, and picking up the book that fell aside, Changsheng didn't know whether to be happy or depressed.There is progress, but how long will it take to become like a little prince?

Wei Canglan has not stayed in the palace for several days.King Qingyang, the Seventh Prince Wei Yanxin, has been meeting with this powerless King Wuyang non-stop since he came back, and the latter can't even come back for dinner sometimes.

Changsheng didn't know what this King Qingyang, who was supposed to be busy with state affairs, wanted the young prince to do, but when the young prince mentioned the matter of Governor Li to him before he left, he was vaguely worried that this young prince who had always been decisive in doing things was not What an incredible deal to do.

He didn't want to die an extremely mediocre death, but Changsheng also didn't want him to lose most of his life before he died.

It's like entering a casino, the little prince will bet all his wealth on one bet, and Changsheng will bet like ordinary people, betting small hands and non-stop.

The biggest winner may be the little prince, and the biggest loser may also be the little prince.

Changsheng wished that he could hold the last belt string of this prodigal master, so that he would not even have anything to hide his shame. What would he do then?

It's a pity that the little prince has always kicked away his useless self, and bet with full discretion.

With a long sigh, the boy continued to practice his wind spell.The person who was concentrating on the palm of his hand didn't realize that the ginkgo leaves beside him were also blown around by a strange wind.

"Running around with true energy, how much energy wasted." The man sitting on the tree laughed.

Changsheng raised his head abruptly, and when he saw the person coming, he widened his eyes, turned around to look for his sword, and the other person said again: "Close your eyes and meditate, imagine that your blood is flowing into the palm of your hand, don't let it run around gone."

Changsheng was taken aback for a moment, seeing that the other party didn't mean to tease him, he closed his eyes as expected.

When he opened his eyes again, the original little whirlwind instantly swept up half of the leaves in the yard.

real or fake? !Changsheng was shocked, and forgot to close his momentum again, this time his true energy rebounded even more, and he was about to hit a tree, the person on the tree sighed, and jumped down to catch him.

"Tsk, I didn't expect your potential to be good." He felt the momentum in his hands and couldn't help but praise.

Changsheng stared blankly at his masterpiece for a long time, completely forgetting that he was in someone else's arms, and couldn't help laughing, the original frustration turned into pride, and his smile became even more unrestrained.

Seeing his expression, Hua Xiao raised the corners of his mouth.This guy is obviously afraid of death, and easy to be proud. He has all the shortcomings that ordinary people should have. Why would a brat like Wei Canglan let him follow him so closely?

"Is the little prince here?" He asked.

"Not here, by him..." Just as he was about to say it, he stopped vigilantly and looked at him suspiciously: "What do you want to do?"

Hua Xiao put his hand on his head, and said with a smile, "If you say I'm here to return something, how are you going to deal with me?" It seems that there is another shortcoming, this brat is still a little confused.

"What else?" Chang Sheng was taken aback.

"Fate, pay him back." Hua Xiao smiled maliciously.

Wei Canglan sneezed.

The weather is changing from cold to hot, and this kind of physique will get wind and cold if you don't pay attention to it.At home, I can hold Changsheng's hot hands to keep warm, but now sitting in front of Wei Yanxin, I have to put on two extra coats, holding a warm teacup tightly in my hand.

"Come here, bring my hand stove to the young prince." Wei Yanxin actually ordered.

Wei Canglan looked at the other party, and he was not polite. He took the stove and stuffed it into his arms. He didn't care how others would laugh at this frail little prince.

"Although the floods in the south have receded, next year's flood season will still be a huge threat. It's the dry season now, what's your opinion?" Wei Yanxin chuckled.

"Shouldn't we ask experts about water conservancy?" Wei Canglan ate snacks while keeping warm.This guy's tea plums are good, and he can take some back to feed his pet who is devoted to practicing kung fu.

"I heard that when the twelfth brother went south, he encountered many strange things, including... river gods and the like?" Wei Yanxin made no secret of the fact that he was always aware of his whereabouts.

River God?Wei Canglan was stunned.After thinking for a long time, I still didn't think of anyone who could be like a river god. After thinking for a long time, I only thought of the Hu Mansion built in Chihu.

Tsk, those guys with weak facial nerves and only hairy prototypes, how do they look like river gods?

Looking at Wei Yanxin's expression, it didn't look like he was joking. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Could it be that Seventh Brother wants to follow those wizards and use virgins and boys to worship the river god?"

Wei Yanxin laughed loudly: "Twelfth brother, you are the only one who dares to make this joke with me."

Wei Canglan's skin tightened for a moment, and he continued to drink tea calmly.

"I want...you help me have a dream." Wei Yanxin looked at him directly, and smiled meaningfully.

When Chang Sheng saw the contract, he quickly reached out and snatched it.

With a flick of his hand, Hua Xiao threw it into the air.The contract seemed to be blown by the wind continuously, and it couldn't fall down no matter what.

Changsheng gritted his teeth, and after jumping twice, he couldn't reach it, so he had to give up.

"I'm still a little bit unconvinced to pay him back his ten-year lifespan." Hua Xiao chuckled.

Changsheng stared at the contract, the sun shone through the paper, and some handwriting faintly came through.There is someone's handprint on it, and some things like "Yangshou" are written on it. The most conspicuous thing is the talisman in the corner that seems to be impossible to write by hand.

He suddenly thought of something. "Wait, how can you be sure that the little prince can live another ten years!" His tone was full of surprise.

Hua Xiao sneered and poured cold water on him: "Unfortunately, it says that if the young prince can live past the age of 15, ten years of his life will belong to me. If I can't survive the catastrophe, I won't be able to make any cheap money, but I can see a good show."

Changsheng immediately became depressed.

"But I think... your little prince doesn't seem to be ready yet?" Hua Xiao smiled, took the contract back, and stuck it in front of Chang Sheng's eyes: "Look, his handprints are blurred again... this is a matter of time." A sign of canceling the contract..."

Chang Sheng's eyes were red, he grabbed the contract, looked at it again and again, wanted to tear it up, but endured it again: "...How about we make a deal?"

The little prince dared to do it, why didn't he dare? !

The author has something to say: jj!! You can kill yourself! ! ! = dish = convex