What's wrong with the binding eunuch system?

Mu Yuanyong's aura just now dissipated in an instant, he slowly withdrew his hand, and said unwillingly, "Then just one piece."

"But it's the most valuable piece," he said.

Kong Ji: "..." You say yes.

When Mu Yuanyong got the candy in his hand, he became happy again, and he didn't even want the dragon he had been looking at before. Holding Kong Ji's wealth and honor, he looked at it for a long time, looking like he wanted to eat it, but he couldn't bear it. He held it carefully in his hand, and said, "Fortunately, it's winter, so don't worry about it melting."

Kong Ji laughed at him: "Are you sure about it? It's just worthless. If you really like it, just buy a few more. If you make things difficult for the boss, you will have to ask someone to increase the price for you."

Mu Yuanyong shook his head and said: "If there is too much, it is worthless. This is the first wish you said to me. I want to keep it forever."

He said: "I don't know if formalin can be produced now."

Kong Ji was speechless: "You want to paint with formalin, aren't you trashing things?"

Mu Yuanyong: "... Huh? Is there?" He looked like he didn't realize it.

Kong Ji said: "From the moment the sugar painting is made, the greatest achievement is to eat it in one bite, isn't it a waste! You are like a Huadan, but you are going to take the imperial examination."

Mu Yuanyong: "Isn't it possible?"

Kong Ji: "..." He was speechless for a while: "It seems that the example given is inappropriate, like a pig who kills a pig with a bull's knife."

Mu Yuanyong: "Oh", he finally understood: "You mean, sugar should be eaten as sugar, right?"

Kong Ji looked like a child who could be taught, and hummed heavily: "You finally understand, so, whether it's my intentions or the meaning of this sugar painting itself, as long as you look happy Eating it will not be in vain.”

As he spoke, he stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the little dragon, and hissed, "Oh, it's so cold, I almost stuck my tongue."

Mu Yuanyong thought for a while, and put away the sugar painting: "I'd better go back to the house and eat."

Kong Ji: "..." It's all my fault for setting a wrong example.

Of course, this was just an episode, but because of the delay on the road, they arrived a little later than expected.

At this time, the temple was already crowded with people, so Mu Yuanyong held Kong Ji's hand tightly so that he would not get separated.

The guards tried hard to protect them, but it was really difficult to resist the power of the crowd.

Kong Ji was a little stunned: "Why are there so many people?"

In front of him was a father holding his son. The son was about three or four years old, riding on his father's shoulders, laughing and grabbing his father's hair.

The father blocked it with his hands, and when he heard Kong Ji's words, he said, "My lord, are you from the frontier?"

Kong Ji thought for a while, and he was indeed not, so he honestly admitted: "So what does this have to do with whether I am a border guard?"

The child was not happy when his father took the hand, and began to try to find it on the heads of nearby people. It happened that there was a man with a red flower on his temples, which was very conspicuous. , he said: "Daddy - flower!"

The father was extremely difficult. While maintaining his balance in the crowd, he grabbed his son's messy hand and said, "That is someone else's property. You can't touch it. You should play with your father's hair."

He gave up trying to prevent his son from doing something wrong on his head, and then he replied to Kong Ji: "Isn't there a lot of new things in the border area recently, and they were all made by His Royal Highness the Prince of Dayong. This Prince is indeed a god. Going down to earth, Wen Quxing reincarnated, do you think he has a factory, it's so big—”

He said excitedly.

At this time, Mu Yuanyong, who was said to be the reincarnation of the god of heaven and the reincarnation of Wenquxing, turned around and said, "???"

Kong Ji forcibly suppressed his smile and said, "Of course I saw it, it's really extraordinary!" He followed the father for a while in embarrassment, and then asked, "Then what does this have to do with the temple? "

The father said: "Of course it has something to do with it! The border is so lively this year, and I don't know what it will be like next year. Everyone is thinking about what kind of new things His Royal Highness will come up with. Now life is better. I have some money again, so everyone wants to come to the temple to pray for a better start next year, and hope that His Royal Highness can lead Dayong to a different future."

Kong Ji really didn't expect: "So many people... are here to beg for His Royal Highness?"

The father said: "His Royal Highness is very powerful, but there is something like a fairy, and he can't explain it. Now that the momentum is so good, everyone is afraid that His Royal Highness will be blocked by others. Can we do something for His Royal Highness? So I wanted to come to the temple to offer a stick of incense for His Highness the Prince, and tell the gods in the sky that the people in our border gates are all on the side of His Royal Highness, and I hope they will also bless His Royal Highness with a smooth journey. Together with all the people in Yong, the days will be better... Hehehe!"

He smirked, and the son on his head became excited when he saw his father happy, and pulled his father's hair vigorously.

The father let out a groan at that time, and his smiling face turned into a crying face. He bitterly stopped his son's sinful hand: "Take it easy, your father only has such a few hairs, don't you finish it in one breath!" , your mother will scold you again tomorrow."

Originally, when the father was talking, Mu Yuanyong listened with a question mark on his face. When he first heard his father say that this matter had something to do with the temple, he thought at the time that the temple might come here in his name. Let's spread your beliefs recklessly, and think about whether you should be so disappointed after finally coming out to relax.

But after listening to his father finished speaking, he didn't speak for a long time.

Originally, he still had an impatient look on his face, but he was stunned all of a sudden, and he stood there in a daze for a long time without recovering.

Seeing the father walking away, Kong Ji still had some feelings in his heart and felt warm, so he wanted to share his feelings with Mu Yuanyong, but when he turned around, he saw Mu Yuanyong with a silly expression, there Play wood.

Kong Ji: "Hey—wake up." He stretched out his hand and waved in front of Mu Yuanyong, with a very bright smile on his face, and said with a bad taste: "The soul is back!"

Mu Yuanyong finally fixed his gaze on Kong Ji's face, and he said, "I don't know why..."

He said: "I suddenly want to cry..."

Then tears fell down from the eyes.

Kong Jixian was taken aback.

"This is a happy event, why are you crying!"

He hurriedly wanted to wipe away Mu Yuanyong's tears: "I told you not to cry, why are you wiping more and more tears, oh, you really..."

He found that he couldn't wipe it off, and because it was too cold, the tears condensed into ice when they fell halfway, and became an ice pick standing on Mu Yuanyong's face, not to mention how interesting it was.

He couldn't help giving a snort.

"Don't cry, look at you, there are many icicles on your face, take it off later, carefully take off a layer of your skin."

Mu Yuanyong was crying. It was the first time he had been so unwise in front of the public. Usually he either acted like His Royal Highness, or pretended to be very intelligent. It was so embarrassing. Really is the first time.

Fortunately, the majority of the people did not recognize this handsome young man who was crying all over his face as His Royal Highness, the reincarnated Prince Wen Quxing.

Kong Ji reached out to hug him, patted his back, and comforted him: "Okay, don't cry, I understand your mood, I know, you are not because you are sad, you are happy, you did not think of them I will do this for you, you can't help it, you can't hold back for a while, can you..."

Mu Yuanyong choked up and hummed.

"I didn't do well in my previous life," he said.

"They are a group of very good people. I failed to do what I should do. I failed them, failed Dayong, and failed you."

Mu Yuanyong's eyes were red from crying: "I only understand now... I only understand now, luckily I have time..."

After he finished speaking, he began to cry again: "At last, I still have time."

There is still time to be a better one, who will live up to the expectations of these people, who will lead Dayong and lead everyone to a brand new future.

Not the emperor, nor the prince, he just wants to be a person who won't let others down.

Mu Yuanyong's crying was muffled in Kong Ji's shoulder: "I'm really, really, so sad..."

Kong Ji said, "You are not sad..."

Mu Yuanyong whimpered: "I'm just sad, I'm really sad, why do I only understand now, if I understood earlier, there wouldn't be so many people who died because of me, I can't let They die again... I, I want to do better..."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Kong Ji with a somewhat unsure look.

"I, can I do better?"

Kong Ji was really softened by this appearance: "Of course you can do better."

He said: "I really don't know what's going on with you. All of a sudden, you are full of self-confidence. Inferiority, you... what do you think I should do with you?"

Mu Yuanyong said in a very soft, sullen voice with a slight cry: "You, you just need to be yourself. Anyway, anyway, I will always, always come looking for you .”

Kong Ji couldn't hold back, and showed a complicated, happy, and slightly sighing smile.

"Mu Yuanyong, then you can just be yourself, don't worry, in my heart, no matter what you look like, I am the most, most, most favorite," he said several times in succession. In the last word, holding Mu Yuanyong's crying face: "Can you understand?"

Mu Yuanyong: "...I, I understand,"

He said, couldn't hold back, and sneezed.

Fortunately, hot water was prepared in the temple. Kong Ji asked the guards to thank the abbot of the temple, and melted the ice pick on Mu Yuanyong's face with warm water.

Kong Ji absolutely did not allow such a thing to happen, his movements were extremely gentle, and he whispered: "Does it hurt?"

Mu Yuanyong shook his head, and felt a little embarrassed: "Isn't it good to let the abbot know our identities? Originally, I just wanted to ask for safety..."

Kong Ji said: "Don't tell me you're going to rush back in the winter? In short, you can't let something happen to your own body, do you understand?"

Mu Yuanyong nodded obediently.

Kong Ji smiled in satisfaction: "That's good." Then he kissed his warm face,